I wish to give my service to the Mandalore. I have dreamed of this day, of one day reuniting with my fellow brethren. I have wandered the galaxy in search of my own kind. I have a story to tell you. When I was very young, around the age of 12 or 11 I was separated from my family. This was all in accordance to the fact that my family was sent off into the wilderness and dishonored by a small Mandalorian village. My father was the reason for this. He wanted to take no part in the Mandalorian ways. He had ideas that could have revolutionized Mandalorian culture, but the council of our small village wanted no part in revising the traditions of the ancient Mandalorians. So we were banished. My family was dishonored. I hated my father for what he did. I believed deeply in following the old ways. So, in the middle of the night out in the wilderness, I fled. I expect that he woke up to see a blunt dagger pierced above his head in the tree that he slept against. I never saw him again. I couldn't go back to the Mandalorian village. I was a disgrace and my return to the village would result in severe punishment. I lived alone in the wilderness of Dxun for 8 years. After 8 years I spotted a flying vessel while sitting high up in a tree. I had heard of flying ships before but had never seen them while living in the remote Mandalorian village. I followed it in the direction it went and a day later found a research camp. I was intrigued by the space ship to a certain degree that I almost jumped out from hiding, but I knew better. I waited till then sun went down and the moon went up to make my move. I snuck into the camp and stealthily crept towards the vessel. I was astonished to find out it was unlocked. I hopped to the cockpit and found a manual lying on the floor. I learned quickly and took off. I didn't know where I was going, but that was the whole thrill to it. I later stumbled on this establishment. The Mandalorian Mercenaries Recruitment Centre. My life long dream has come true. Kote! Vode an.