The galaxy is filled with warriors, of all shapes and sizes from ewoks to rancors, but if you stop to look at every culture's greatest warriors you begin to see what sets them apart from the others. The Jedi's Clarity, the Sith's cunning and deception, the mandalorians will and relentlessness in battle. These are few among many of the warriors our galaxy has to offer, they are the gods if you will and from their bodies they shall give birth to greatest warrior this galaxy has to offer. They will become the forerunner of my children, and usher in a new era of warfare. Through them the face of this galaxy shall change. It will not happen overnight, but when it does come it shall be swift and deadly.
"Are you ready?" The voice of a sweet old women pierced the silence of the operating room, bellow her lay a man. A warrior bred for combat. A mandalorian whose will and ferocity knew no bounds. He wasn't the biggest mandalorian or the strongest. He wasn't even the smartest as far as mandalorians smarts could go. But he was the bravest, he was the embodiment of their way of life. And now he would become something new. No longer mandalorian, no longer a slave. He would become a king, a king of battle. To the table on the left of them lay an assortment of augmentations. Powerful upgrades to his body crafting him to become the perfect warrior. "I'm proud of you Jerrick, and no matter how this ends you will always be the first." She smiled and stuck a syringe into his arm preparing to let the anesthetic into his blood stream. "Any last words?"
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"Are you ready?" The voice of a sweet old women pierced the silence of the operating room, bellow her lay a man. A warrior bred for combat. A mandalorian whose will and ferocity knew no bounds. He wasn't the biggest mandalorian or the strongest. He wasn't even the smartest as far as mandalorians smarts could go. But he was the bravest, he was the embodiment of their way of life. And now he would become something new. No longer mandalorian, no longer a slave. He would become a king, a king of battle. To the table on the left of them lay an assortment of augmentations. Powerful upgrades to his body crafting him to become the perfect warrior. "I'm proud of you Jerrick, and no matter how this ends you will always be the first." She smiled and stuck a syringe into his arm preparing to let the anesthetic into his blood stream. "Any last words?"
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