"You ever listen to the snow, brothers? Not the storm, not the wind - just the snow. It don’t roar. It don’t shout. But it buries kingdoms all the same. Used to be, the Mandalorian Enclave held firm in the galaxy.
Then came the reckoning, the stars twisted, war drums thundered. And Kestri - our home, our crucible - called us back. She was in trouble. Our mercy years ago was thrown back in our faces as the Vong rose up once more...thousands of 'em. The battle was hard and we lost many.
When it was all said and done, there were only a few of us left. And the snow....it claimed most of the towns. Even Tor Valum ain't what it was no longer. Others left. Said there were empires worth serving, banners worth dying under, Mand’alors who spoke of destiny. Maybe they weren’t wrong. But they weren’t us no more.
But we stayed, not ‘cause it was easy, no sir. But because we knew that if someone didn’t hold the line… the fire would die. Our ways would fade...the code would go silent. So we gathered- warriors, smiths, scouts, orphans - the ones the galaxy forgot. We met under snow and starlight. We didn’t crown a leader, we lit a fire. And from that ember, we became something else...
Not an empire. Not a remnant. Something deeper...older.
The Iron Covenant...
We don’t rule, we guide. We don’t conquer, we endure. And we carry forward the story not just in blood…but in purpose. This is who we are now - not hidden, not loud. Just…true.
So listen close. When the wind howls and the snow speaks soft - that’s the voice of the Covenant. That’s your story now. And remember - we didn’t fall back to Kestri....
...We chose…to endure."
As told by
Vren Rook
at an Iron Covenant Storyfire on Kestri
