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Statement: Training In Progress

The most annoying part was that the computer had no idea how to replicate proper weapons. Just antiques of various sorts from a universe he didn't know and, by and large, just holographic representations of the shaving equipment that security here called 'phasers'.

He'd been reading up on this 'Federation', and he was greatly unsure how they'd managed to win any of their wars considering their hand weaponry was so thoroughly useless.

But the computer was intelligent. And it was capable of creating fantastic environments, which he appreciated. It was, in fact, the smartest computer he'd ever encountered. Which was why he was having something akin to fun now.

The computer had created an entire city for him to play in. Or, as he would put it, train. His blaster rifle was set to just emit light tags, because he wasn't going to waste power cells he might not be able to refuel. And also security frowned far too much on even light damage to their vessel. But around ever corner lurked danger. There were representatives of the strongest and most war-like species he'd been able to find in the databases.

He was particularly intrigued by this 'Borg' and their nanotechnology. But he'd twisted the head off the last holographic one in the holodeck. There remaind two Andorrians, four Klingons, and two Jem'Hadar. And he would hunt them, and hone his skills. As they hunted him.

It really was jolly fun. And it wasn't even his holodeck time. Why, simply anybody might walk in at any moment.

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Minoru walked into the Holodeck, in the mood for a good workout. He had a few programs saved, all with very natural (yet difficult to navigate) terrain. This was decidedly different. A large industrial city?

It earned merely a shrug, though, and Minoru took off into the streets. He leapt onto one of the fire escapes, scaled a wall, rolled across a rooftop. It was all quite a bit of harmless fun, until something started swinging blades at him.

Klingons. He recognized the race's unique facial features from the attack made a couple of months ago on the ship.

"Chang?" he asked, ducking under a slice meant to take his head clean off. "Okay, nope."

Fortunately, sparring was something Minoru enjoyed almost as much as parkour. He started trading kicks for bat'leth swings, completely unaware that HK-47 was hunting the same pre-programmed enemies (or that he might now be considered one of them.)

Interesting. He hadn't programmed this scruffy-looking meatbag. Was the computer getting uppity on him? It could be getting uppity on him. In his experience, ship's computers were haughty, imperious things. All full of themselves because they were a whole ship.

But it was fighting one of the Klingons, which was exactly what any of the others would have done.

But it wouldn't do to let it score one of his kills.

The first shot, taken from behind the corner of a building hits the holographic Klingon right in the square of the back. A wound that, if it failed to kill, would likely still paralyze. Because he was very efficient.

Then the light beam shots started to be aimed at the scruffy meatbag.

Minoru saw the light beam hit the Klingon as he sidestepped one of its strikes. It went down, hard. The next thing he saw was one of those beams shoot straight past his hair.

He didn't know the difference between real and illusion at the moment. He only saw what it did to the Klingon and what it could possibly do to him. He vaguely remembered a conversation with a Cardassian about safety protocols... which he kind of wished he'd paid more attention to now.

"Guess there's more to this program than I thought!" He exclaimed, moving to dodge the blaster fire. It was fast, though, as fast as light. The only way he could keep up was to enter Sage Mode. The enhanced perception made up for what his normal eyes couldn't see, and he could feel the air around him move with each blast.

Now, he could fight. But not for long.

The natural energy that powered his special reptilian form could only be replenished on an actual planet, not in empty space, so he was forced to be more selective about when he tapped into his more advanced powers. Staying alive was definitely a good reason.

That he had definitely not programmed, which meant that it was a living creature. That he'd picked a fight with.

He'd certainly admit no fault in that. But now, well. He had an excuse to turn the blaster rifle up to full. He was stalking live prey now, and he started to move position, to shadow the new thing.

Time to see if it was a threat or not. Then probably, hopefully, shoot it. That was HK-47. Meet new beings, and terminate them.

Minoru used his heightened senses to dodge the blaster bolts, but trying to pinpoint what was shooting at him was far more difficult.

"Right... it's like genjutsu. They're not real..." he told himself. It was odd, but this was the first time he'd ever activated his Sage Mode inside the holodeck. He could feel the air and the ground, kind of, but not enough to control them.

He followed the line of where the shooter must have been, and started off toward it. He had to find his attacker if he wanted to get close.

"I dare you to do that again!" he shouted.

If the goad didn't work, he'd have to drop out of Sage Mode pretty soon. The last thing he needed to do was run his special power dry before the real fight even began.

It was a very long time since anything had dodged shots from him, and those had been force-enhanced warriors.

He moved stealthily, just a tiny bit annoyed. Oh he would shoot again, but from an entirely different position. And for the hundredth time, he wished the jerk being who had brought him here without his grenades.

That was just plain annoying.

So from another direction, he took very careful aim, and fired.

Were Minoru in the droid's dimension, he would likely have been considered force-sensitive. In his own world, his abilities stemmed from his chakra. His Sage Mode stemmed from natural energy that the seal on his chest absorbed. On a planet, it was infinite. Here in space, it was definitely not.

But he needed it. He narrowly ducked under another blast (it singed his hair!), sprinting as fast as he could in the direction it came from.

The range was closing rapidly, but he had time. His recharging shielding cycled to full, and his armour checked out at one hundred percent. A heavy-duty collision seemed inevitable, and then it would be hand to hand work.

But in the meantime, he stepped into the open, and took very careful aim. One, precise shot. Not to kill. But to wound. Since it was trying to dodge, it was not blaster proof. But what it could do at close range...

He targeted, adjusted for likely escape vectors and and then took his shot a hundredth of a second after his calculations began.

Minoru had never seen a droid before. When his opponent stepped out into the open, he at least knew where it was, even if he didn't know what it was.

He ran faster, but stayed light on his feet. Anyone that fought with long-range weaponry (although he was used to things like shuriken) had to aim first. Erratic movement made that difficult, giving him valuable time to close distance. Unfortunately, he couldn't begin to comprehend the number of calculations HK-47 could make in a fraction of a second or how well it could predict his movement.

He felt the air move as the next shot was fired, and instantly knew he was in trouble. It was low, and he'd just touched his foot down. His weight was moving forward, and he couldn't redistribute it in time to push off again.

He tried, but it still hit him right below the knee. The impact was more than enough to knock his leg out from under him, and he landed flat on his chest on the concrete. It stung, but his scales were like armor, even against this. There would be no lasting damage. Later, perhaps, Minoru could appreciate the newfound limits of his Sage Mode. But right now, he was a sitting duck!

He focused his chakra for a substitution jutsu, lingering just long enough, he hoped, for his opponent to fire again.

He checked the rifle quickly, and noted the relatively low charge. It would recharge, but it was best not to exhaust it. He shouldered the rifle, and then moved forward to carry on the fight with bare hands.

He wasn't entirely sure what the thing was doing, but he could figure that out when it was disassembled.

As soon as Minoru saw the weapon shouldered, he released his chakra. He disappeared from where he was now crouching and reappeared right beside the droid. Still in Sage Mode, just in case, he leapt up for a kick.

The scales would provide some protection, otherwise, his bare feet would likely have been in for a metallic surprise.

The disappearance was surprising, but he was very quick. That being said, just to test things, he stands stock still - letting the kick bounce off of his armour, jerking him somewhat.

"Statment: Excellent - now it is my turn."

He turned and aimed a punch right at the being's head.

Well, that didn't quite work as Minoru expected it to...

Being the skilled fighter that he was, though, Minoru adapted quickly to the situation. When the punch was thrown, he slid inside of it effortlessly. A solid hit to the side of the neck, with its collection of pressure points and nerves, would knock a human out.

When a scaled forearm struck metal, though, he pulled back.

"What are you?"

He almost enjoyed that moment, he really did. People not knowing droids, or their capabilities, was such a wonderful novelty.

"Proud statement: Doom," and he struck back, trying with lightning-speed to grab the arm and throw his opponent over his shoulder with a quick turn.

Doom...

"Oh boy..."

It took the enhanced perception of his Sage Mode to see the attack. Reacting fast enough to avoid being grabbed wasn't possible. But as Minoru was flung, he twisted around and righted himself in the air. He didn't hit the nearby building as much as he sprang off of it, bouncing right back.

The energy around him seemed to move. This time, he punched with added momentum and a big burst of chakra. He didn't like infusing his techniques like that - it made them too strong, and proved too dangerous against other people. But this wasn't a person, and one fist wasn't going to leave even a dent otherwise!

That one might have come close to doing damage, but that was what shielding was for, really. But the shield did crackle quite a bit, and the physical force shoved him back. Enough blows like that and then he'd have to rely on his actual armor plate to resist.

But then he responded. Armored fists lashed out in rapid, servo-punctuated succession, the last aiming to be a massive uppercut.

Minoru's eyes went wide. That was the first time in nearly two decades that he unleashed an attack anywhere close to what he learned from the Monks of the Sacred Fist, and all it did was push this thing back!

"...not good."

He was immediately on the defensive, up on the balls of his feet as the next round of blows came. The droid was fast, faster than most ninja. And it learned his fighting style faster than an eternal mangekyo sharingan! Thankfully, Minoru was also fast. He dodged all of the armored punches... Until that last one.

He'd just contorted his body around the previous punch, to the inside instead of out. Before he could flip, he felt it connect right against his back.

He pushed chakra to the scales surrounding the impact, strengthening his armor, but it still knocked him right up off his feet. When time slowed down, he knew he was in serious trouble. It was a situation he'd found himself in more than once, if he was honest about it. It was teleport back to Ryuuchi Cave or die.

He managed to get a hand to his wrist, tracing around the tattoo. The shock on his face when nothing happened was unprecedented.

"..."

He was marching towards him, then noticed that moment. And came to a halt.

"Query: Are your electronic components failing? Are you cybernetic in origin?"

In that split second, he'd expected another blow. But it didn't come. He hit the ground ungracefully, but still managed to roll backwards to his feet.

"Are my... what?" he asked, catching the breath that had been forcefully knocked out of him. "My name's Minoru. I'm a Dragon... A Snake Sage."

"Interrogative question: Provide details on what a Snake Sage is, or I will use your digits to create garish jewellery."

This thing... whatever it was... was strong enough to make good on that kind of threat. But it was willing to talk, and that gave Minoru newfound hope of making it out of this holodeck alive.

"A Snake Sage is a ninja that has trained under the Great Snake Lord Elders, dedicating their lives to mastering the techniques and the abilities of the snakes." He answered more for ally, as well as more cautiously, than he normally would. "...in some worlds, I'd be seen as a wandering monk. In some, a shaman. In some, a hobo or drifter. In yours, I don't know."

Probably a Jedi, but Minoru didn't know that.

"Condescending statement: That is pure nonsense, though 'snake hobo' is now your designation in my databanks as an alias to this 'Snake Sage'"

He would never use the term Jedi for Minoru, really, nor would he consider it even vaguely close. Either for good or for bad, he had a certain vision of Jedi. And power alone didn't matter to him, in that regard.

"Query: And was any of this supposed to convince me not to cave in your skull for attacking me?"

Because he placed blame like a professional.

Well, Minoru had heard worse...

"Technically, you attacked me." He was sparring with some holodeck Klingons, after all, when the droid shooting at him. Not that it was likely to matter right now. "But all the same, I kind of like my skull the way it is."

Again, Minoru traced a line around his wrist, and nothing happened.

Unable to teleport himself back to Ryuuchi Cave, he would have to find an actual way out of this Holodeck.

"Statement: Technically, I tried to kill you. Precision of language is another of my many features."

He watched him do that, settling his stance.

"I am of two processors on this matter. On the one hand, I would greatly like to engage in unadulterated violence against you. A far superior challenge to the holographic opponents the computer creates. On the other hand, the Master tends to frown on me doing so without orders to that effect. And you might not be what the Master would term hostile."

Minoru was extremely cautious. He wasn't a hostile person. Despite being a ninja by training and a skilled fighter, he was a pacifist at heart.

"I love a good challenge, but I'm not interested in a fight to the death. Mine or yours."

"Disappointed statement: Well. Once again I am reduced to mere holographic targets. Scarcely any difficulty at all, really."

But then one of the remaining ones leaps out at them, and then the droid has to deal with it, turning and bringing around an armoured fist like a warhammer straight into the thing's face. But that does require attention...

And Minoru took the opportunity to get the hell out of that holodeck!

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