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But where are we now? Scattered, divided, forgotten. Our blood has grown thin, our spirit dulled. We have traded the honor of battle for the comforts of complacency, the thrill of the hunt for the shackles of servitude.
This is not our way. This is not the path forged by our forebears. We were meant for more. We are meant to reclaim the glory that once was ours, to rise from the ashes of our lost honor.
The galaxy will remember the strength of Mandalore. We shall return to the old ways, the true ways. Crusading as our ancestors did, spreading our name across the stars like wildfire. We shall be reborn in the crucible of war, tempered by the fires of battle.
Let the weak cower in their false peace. Let them tremble at the resurgence of the Mandalorian might. We will show them what it means to be Mandalorian. We will show them the power of the creed.
I call upon you, my brothers and sisters. Rise with me. Take up your arms. Embrace the old ways, and together, we shall carve our place in the annals of history once more.
We are the storm that heralds a new era.
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