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