he grabbed her hand taking her to the ship making sure not be seen by to many people along the way
Across many millennia, the Mandalorians fought with and against a thousand armies on a thousand worlds. They learned to speak as many languages and absorbed weapons, technology and tactics from every war. And yet, despite the overwhelming influence of alien cultures, and the absence of a true home world and even species, their own language not only survived, but changed little; their way of life and their philosophy remained untouched; and their ideals and sense of family, of identity, of honor, were only strengthened. Armor is not what makes a Mandalorian. Armour is simply a manifestation of an impenetrable, unassailable heart. The real Amour to Tristan was the people who joined them
Tristan sat in his ship ready to address the girl in front of him not just any girl however she was a sith.But she fought well, had honor which set her apart from the rest of her kind its those traits Tristan saw that gave him the idea to adopt her into the culture of mandalore but also clan Wren to strengthen us. He took off his helmet letting his thick long hair fall down as he spoke.
" sorry about this but things right now are shacky sith and us have a non aggression pact but still force use on this planet is outlawed. you know we Mandalorians put little if not no importance on ones Birth place, political or social status,Former alliances. we live by codes these codes you will learn, "
Tristan rose to his feet walking back into the cargo hold of the ship. He returned moments later a book in his hands it was his journal. " I have documented all of our History my clans history well.....our clans history as well as my personal thoughts learn about our people"
he threw the journal into her lap as he walked to the cockpit.