ok, my father and i lived among many different border systems and never stayed in one place for long so i can't say where my home was, but with his death i wish to find my own way through life and want to be with other Mandalorians, to fight battles and gain honor and glory and to make my father proud for raising me.
Ranah Teh Naast aka Mandalore the Destroyer
"Here's why you can't exterminate us, aruetii. We're not huddled in one placeâwe span the galaxy. We need no lords or leadersâso you can't destroy our command. We can live without technologyâso we can fight with our bare hands. We have no species or bloodlineâso we can rebuild our ranks with others who want to join us. We're more than just a people or an army, aruetii. We're a culture. We're an idea. And you can't kill ideasâbut we certainly can kill you."
I will try and keep this short, so here is the some info on me and my work.
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Receiving data...
Scott Wallace:
Age:25
Place of Birth:Planets Leeds
Occupation:Freelancer
Small biography on how I decided to join Mandalorian Mercenaries:
Scott Wallace was born on Planet Leeds under a poor family. When he reached adulthood he received a gift, a light fighter of the CTE class, the Hawk from an unknown person. At the age of 23 he had enough credits to
buy a transport so he could quit the dangerous life of a Freelancer. A few weeks after getting the transport, he received a message from the unknown person that granted the old Hawk to him, telling him that he couldn't drop
the life of an adventure and that the time has come to join a group of experienced fighters called the Mandalorian Mercenaries.
After sending the question to the young mister Wallace, Simon grabbed his bottle of old scotch and was about to leave the building. On the hallway, a middle-aged man was apparently waiting. Simon observed him for a short while, before saying:
Looking for something? Make it quick, I need to leave this place before I go crazy and kill someone.
He laughed slightly and observed the man's reaction. He then pulled out a cigar, trimmed the round end, and searched his pockets for a lighter.
John stood up glanced at the man and gave him a handshake.
Nice to meet ya. I'm John... I came here , I offer skill & will to be one of the warriors.
I won't be botherin ya with my biography and my oh so terrible drama story that we are going to cry on.
He said with a rough voice , then looked at the bottle of scotch and smiled.
May I have a sip of that? I'm so damn thirsty since I came in here...
You drink scotch, huh? Good man. Here, knock yourself out.
So, you want to work with us, don't you? Well, I'am afraid I'll need to know some more about, just to make sure you're not a maniac or something similar.
Now, go down this corridor, points, and ask my secretary to hand you over the recruitement questions...just standard procedure. Answer those, then we will talk.
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