A Transmission from Mand'alor the Iron
Broadcast on all Mandalorian frequencies, from Clan halls to the edge of every battlefield.
“The first war of our Empire was not waged for land or pride. It was not won through politics or prophecy. It was a war against Death itself. The Gravesong rose to test our will, to silence our future. And yet we stand.
We did not bend. We did not break. We buried that nightmare with flame and fury.
Our borders grow. Our clans return. Our people rise as one. The worlds of our ancestors beat again beneath the same banner. Mandalore endures.
Now comes the next step.
Not a war of survival, but a season of strength. Not a time of mourning, but a time of proving.
I declare Khar Zuun: The Black Summer!
A hallowed season where our young find their names in fire and our warriors carve glory into the stars. A time to raid, to test, and to remember who we are.
Our enemies will not know when we come. They will only know that we came with thunder and fought with honor.
Let our blades sing. Let our ships descend. Let our fury be righteous, swift, and glorious.
For Mandalore. For the Empire. For the Manda. We ride!”
We did not bend. We did not break. We buried that nightmare with flame and fury.
Our borders grow. Our clans return. Our people rise as one. The worlds of our ancestors beat again beneath the same banner. Mandalore endures.
Now comes the next step.
Not a war of survival, but a season of strength. Not a time of mourning, but a time of proving.
I declare Khar Zuun: The Black Summer!
A hallowed season where our young find their names in fire and our warriors carve glory into the stars. A time to raid, to test, and to remember who we are.
Our enemies will not know when we come. They will only know that we came with thunder and fought with honor.
Let our blades sing. Let our ships descend. Let our fury be righteous, swift, and glorious.
For Mandalore. For the Empire. For the Manda. We ride!”
— Mand’alor the Iron,
——Voice of the Empire
——Voice of the Empire
