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Braze was in the middle of getting ready for a new venture when he sought out
Saram Kote
for help. He'd been sorting through his kit in the weapons cache when he came across his jetpack… He frowned, looking it over. He still wasn't entirely sure how to use it to its greatest effect.Lately, there had been a lot more Mandalorians around Braze, and he was starting to realize he didn't really know much about what Mandalorian culture was actually about… so why not ask?
He packed his kit away after checking it over and making sure it was fit and resupplied.
"Hey, Saram… what's it mean to be a Mandalorian? What does Mandalore even mean?"
He asked curiously as he settled onto the bench in the cockpit, glancing back toward the jetpack with a faint crease to his brow.
"Is there a proper way to train with a jetpack, or do Mandalorians just get thrown into the sky and told not to die? Do Mandalorians learn this young, or is it something you pick up later?"
His gaze shifted back to Saram after a moment, curiosity softening the edge of his uncertainty.
"And… what does beskar mean to your people beyond being hard to break? Do the colors on the armor mean anything, or is that more personal?"
Braze paused, considering the armor, the customs, and the weight people seemed to place upon both.
"Can someone wear Mandalorian armor and still not be Mandalorian?"