"Here's why you can't exterminate us, aruetii. We're not huddled in one place—we span the galaxy. We need no lords or leaders—so you can't destroy our command. We can live without technology—so we can fight with our bare hands. We have no species or bloodline—so 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 ideas—but we certainly can kill you."
Leaning hard against the wall with his left foot pressed hard against the wall. He turnt the page of his journal.Those words were Favorites of Tristans Ancestor and ancestor of all of clan Wren.She set siege to the city of Luon. those words detailed the merits of the Mandalorian warrior culture, and upon outlining the Mandalorians' capacity for a strong victory, offering the consul a final opportunity to surrender their city.
Tristan had much he wanted to accomplish and see while still alive. he course wanted to see The Mandalorian Empire achieve the glory of the past .but also a more personal goal to restore clan Wren to its former glory. as chieftain it was his job to lead his clan to Triumph.Well it was always harder than it seemed .
Tristan always considered himself a historian among Mando'ade he always had an attraction to it to things that came before. The journal in his hands was written completely by him. it really didn't have in order for the most part. Its subjects included Clan Wren history,History of Mando'ade and Manda'yaim.as well as Tristans personal thoughts.
Closing the journal completely he shifts his eyes to his helmet located on the mess hall table located right in front of him. Those 2 sharp eyes located above his visor looked back at him. those eyes were the emblem of clan Wren The emblem he choose.Walking over he palmed his helmet from the table with his right hand walking someone anywhere with something to do.