Mandalore's Open Terrain

It wasn't long before the group arrived at the local MandalMine Collective garrison. The group didn't actually bother going into the main compound as that would require going through the base's security. Instead the group landed at one of the minor motor pool depots set about a kilometre from the main compound. The depot was only a small garage, a couple fuel tanks & a few watch towers, however the hulking mass of the main compound was clearly visible in the distance due to a combination of size & the cleared area around it.

After parking the bikes & checking in with the others from the patrol group, Nod & Tata start figuring out where the Taung compound is. Marus on the other hand takes his leave of the others & shuttles over with the rest of the scouts back to the main compound for repairs.

-Nod (In Mando'a, Over external speakers)
Right, we found the Taung encampment, & we should be able to get there & back no problem with a pair of refuelled bikes.

The XI Prime had found its way relatively simply to the much smaller docking station of Norg Bral. The city was heavily fortified, like the majroity of Mandalorian cities, and they were not lax about paperwork, either. Four heavily armed people in full armor took the liberty of inspecting the vessel. Nothing was out of place nor unregistered, the only snag came when they realized that the only inhabitants of the vessel were droids, and that one was in charge and the issuer of the request.

"Ni Kelir cuyir bat Manda'yaim par a ca'nara. meh or'atu waadar cuyir linibayc, Gedet'ye hiibir meg cuyir ru'duumir." (I shall be on Mandalore for a time. If more pay is needed, please take what is appropriate.)

Was the droids parting words with the small docking port. It had no overt desire to save money, but did understand the nature of limited resources, and the value that such a good could accomplish. It moved through town, and around the streets, often recieving a glance or two, as it did appear to be a man on routine inspection fully adorned in heavy armor. The 'face' was obviously not traditional armor of their people, however, and that is what brought the looks.

B13S found himself on the South East facing wall that stood on the outskirts of the city. It was sure that this was where Faelan had instructed him to meet, and B13S found it prudent to meet away from his home, so to ensure of its own sincereity in its request. B13S had considered a droid requesting private lessons an oddity, but it was also very assured of its own unique place in the galaxy.

Its eyes drifted around, watching the day to day of the people on the streets as they lived their lives, seemingly unaware of the ori'dushe(evils) in the world. B13S then began to ponder the Resol'nare, and wondered if it truly brought these people into a greater unity. Could such respect for a creed actually promote respect for individuals? Of course it could. Something could be gained from adopting a creed... It was a realization that would, surely, play a big part on the droid's future existence

B13S noted the green and black of the armor as Faelan came into view. Its vast array of sensory equipment had placed a man from where he was emerging, but had not wished to inspect each individual as it had made its way to the designated meeting location. B13S was compelled by desire, unlike most conventional droids whom were created with a sole purpose without the ability to question their programming, and which operated without direction, B13S was created with the full scope of programming knowledge and the ability to create. The heuristic processors in its frame allowed it to learn by doing, but the simulation technology coupled with it allowed it to learn by simply thinking, by virtue of its origins...being a database without sensors to the outside world, a simulation unit, and the ability to explore the HoloNET it had gained the ability to self-motivate.

"Ori'vor'e." (Thanks a lot.) "I'm happy to be here."

B13S paused for a moment, deciding whether it should explain the contextual meaning of happiness for itself, or whether that would be too much to explain to the Mando'ad. It decided against it, the two would be together for some time if such conversations were to be had.

B13S could no doubt absorb the information more quickly than any organic being was capable, and implement it almost seamlessly upon watching the forms, but Mandolorian Marev'akaa was something that could not be learned from another source. Sure, there were training gyms on other planets that claimed to train the public in 'Ori'ramikad Marev'akaa', but they were truly diluted to the level where children could master them in a few short years.

"I am grateful that you have agreed to my request, and took me seriously. I would like you to be aware that I am a person...thats the single point I feel requisite in sharing with those that I meet, because most think of me as a tool with some unseen hand directing my actions...my actions are my own. Just, to get that out of the way."

The 'mind' of B13S was a complex set of information, that changed from moment to moment with additional information being fed into the program via all manner of sensory equipment. Inside these nigh endless numbers, priorities shifted quickly at current. The being had been 'alive' for several years, but only in the past months had it become able to interact with the world around it.

This simple interaction had elevated the priority given to Faelan, and the Bralor clan and Mandalorian people by extension. The man had accepted B13S' statement without question. B13S had expected necessarily explanation to be necessary, but none was required, it was...pleasing...to be unquestioned on a subject of such import. Though, with some analysis B13S could not yet determine if such a thing would be important to the man, but, never the less, it was satisfied by the response.

These shifting priorities existed in organics, as much as they did in the mind of B13S, and they would simulate, someday, the bonds of camaraderie, friendship, and perhaps even family, if the time came when someone's priory were elevated highly enough, but for now it was merely enough for B13S to be more concerned with the goings on involving Faelan, and while it walked along, silently, behind the Mando'ad part of its mind searched catalogs of information on Bralor clan history.

B13S had found small historical accounts of the Bralor clan, and then a small list of notable members of the clan, which had, seemingly, relocated to Dxun at some point. It could only assume that at some call to war they had moved back to their home planet. The clan was not more noteworthy than the core clans that considered themselves traditionalist, each seemed to offer just as much loyalty to the creed as any of the others.

They arrived at the traditionally built home, and B13S still followed patiently, until Faelan turned to face him, and posed the question on which method of learning would the machine prefer. B13S paused for a moment, trying to speak from a place that would not come off as 'superior.' B13S could replicate anything it was able to observe, and replication and extrapolation was the key to learning any physical skill.

"I simply need you to start with the basic forms, explain the martial theory involved in its use, and then move on to the next. I will enact your previous form, as you change forms to the next, if my form is flawed in anyway, or if you think my body weight should be shifted based on my components, then please critique my stance, so I can make the necessary modifications with your council. You needn't stop after you finish the basics, I am able to learn as fast as you wish to teach."

B13S had used the word form at its most basic level, and not in a traditional patterned style martial arts like it would be used in Echani martial arts or Jedi training. Though, the explanation that there was no true stance in which Marev'akaa was approached was not unwelcomed, much conflicting information existed about the fighting style.
Faelan's proceeding explanation of the approach to the style fit with precisely the attitude the droid would have had in any given engagement, anyway. It could understand that even a sloppy equation could solve a given issue, even if a sleeker and more efficient solution existed.

It was very much anxious for the training that was about to begin.  The tales of the Mandalorians' martial prowess were the stuff of legends.  B13S was sure that this training would result in an increased efficiency in many aspects of its operational parameters, and a better understanding of the Mandalorian people, as the fighting style may have adapted over the years it would give insight into the birth of the culture with which the droid had become quite intrigued with. 

"Understood."

Was the droid's simple answer to both the explanation, and the request of limited speed and strength during their engagements, and it did make a great deal of sense for the droid to behave in such a manner. The outstretched utility knife was then ready to be taken from its instructor.

B13S' hand wrapped around the utility knife, it made sure that it moved within the confines of a human's typical speed, approximately ten meters per second. It was a quick jabbing motion that a typical, untrained human might make towards the gut of their opponent, with the current speed and force put behind the blade the armor had no fear of penetration, even if the jab were not defended against.

An organic being might have attempted to protect its pride, gotten emotionally involved as blows began to be thrown in their direction. B13S was not capable of instinctual responses, it examined information in fractions of seconds and chose its next action deliberately. It was capable of awareness that only beings with access to large degrees of tech or the force could likely replicate.

The feel of the situation was an impromptu sparring match, as the hands did not stop moving once the maneuver had been completed. B13S had decided that such an exchange of blows would be educational. It had not been in many physical altercations in reality, even if a majority of its data was oriented into doing just that, and this seemed like a perfect time to test its true aptitude for that task, especially keeping in my that it was limiting itself to humanesque attributes

As Faelan oriented himself to the right side of the droid's body, and brought either hand forward in an attempt to disrupt and subvert the droid's movements, B13S moved his right foot positionally so the heel of his foot butted to the Mandalorian's, and the ball of his foot came up over top the boot, to prevent forward movement being controlled, and any backwards movement could be stalled with pressure from the foot.

Its right shoulder then pivoted, beneath the arching swing of the strike aimed at its neck, and leaned inside up against the chest of the Mandalorian, so that the momentum must be changed, and thus diminished, for the fist to connect to the back of the head rather than full force into the side of the neck.

In one motion the slightly bent knees of the droid became erect, and the droid would raise its right arm (the one grasping the blade) towards the outside of its body and towards the Mandalorian, the pressure of the shoulder against the helmet and the outward swipe of the arm meant to divert most of the downward force of the strike from above.

Its left hand moved towards the body of the Mandalorian, its digits feeling for the mid-line crease of the armor, where its fingers (mostly impervious from crushing) could grasp, and be in control of further positioning in this brief, exchange of strikes.

The trap had been set, and the perfect opportunity arose to spring it. Faelan's actions had maneuvered him on the right side, whilst trying to control the blade, so much so that the two were perpendicular to each other, nearly, and now was time to capitalize on the positional advantages B13S had attempted to set into motion. This small excerize was quite enjoyable, pitting their martial knowledge against each other was an excellent pass time. B13S lacked small details to simulate the mind of an organic to run simulations against, and battling a mind that was not its own was proving most entertaining.

When Faelan attempted to move his left leg to re position himself B13S' foot would finally come to rest atop it, adding a reasonable amount of weight to the greave, adding resistance to the movement, and attempting to open up the Mando'ad with the following application for force. The grasping hand, had it found its target would of been fine, but this was why it had stayed busy, attempting to subvert the intention of this method of attack. With Faelan's movement to B13S's right, attempting to circle towards its back, momentum was in B13S' favor, when the grasping hand shoved forward, in the direction Faelan was already attempting to move, counting on the higher center of gravity to tip backwards.

B13S' foot still sat atop the greaves, but Faelan's hand had made contact with B13S' wrist. A better option would have been to drop the arm and blade and use the hand to bludgeon, but that was not the intended goal of this combat, try to stab me in any way you wish was still the primary goal. Faelan's left arm had seized B13S' wrist, and it was a strength match, with which limiting himself as he was B13S had to allow some change in the knife's path to occur, but to the left would bring the blade to bare in a slashing fashion, and to the right would do the same, so B13S reasoned that down would be the probable direction Faelan was attempting to roll the wrist, as it would not bring the knife into contact with his own forearm were it rolled upward.

Either way, B13S still had the Mandalorian trapped with his foot, and he would either have to risk breaking his ankle to fall to the ground, or he would need to grasp B13S' body in order to prevent that injury. The push should bring the grasping hand away from the machine's chin, if all went according to plan, but B13S anticipated that hand grasping onto its shoulder, or onto the arm wielding the blade, while the Mandalorian remained on uneven footing, anyway.

As soon as the words exited Faelan's lips B13S' left hand was moving to the side of the other, its foot lifting from the boot, and its frame pivoting to pull the Mando'ad back to a full standing position. Its hand pivoted quickly rotating the blade so that it rested in its palm, and the handle was extended towards the Mandalorian.

"Thank you very much, that was most fun."

B13S spoke its voice carrying tone like a human might when excited or enthusiastic. It had picked these things up from many HoloVids, and had suspected that the tonal manipulation of its voice to convey intended tone would be the easiest way to ingratiate itself with most organics. Once Faelan had retrieved his utility knife B13S would move back a couple of steps and watch the member of the Bralor clan for further instruction.

The droid was still very eager for the training ahead, and this resolution had done nothing to diminish that, actually, quite the opposite. B13S' priority matrices had shifted the training process to its most prized activity, as well as the position of Faelan, once more. It valued the warrior's skill, an organic being, which could have been led with joint locks, its nervous system, and other various weaknesses inherent in their body would almost surely have reacted without the foresight of setting the same traps, and thus given up their offence for an assured management of their personal risk.