Let me tell you kiddies a war story.
The planet was Mandalore, our home. The Sith Empire, lead by the Emporer Motrin, were attacking with the aid of the traitorous Deathwatch. Mia Monroe as Mand'alor at the time, and she had spearheaded our expansion and with me as her second in command, the Mandalorians had become a power to be reckoned with. Our warriors were doing their best to hold the line and keep the city of Keldabe, the heart of Mandalorian culture from falling. The Emporer lead his forces to the MandalMotors Tower, our pseudo Capital building.
Within was a lone Mandalorian warrior. Myself.
The Sith Force Choked me to a wall and demanded to know where Mia was. I told him to leave a message and come back later.
Mordin on did not like that.
He threw me across the room, and I got up, drawing my beskad. The Emporer and I proceeded to duel it out, blade to blade. Then he got tired of me and dropped the roof on my head.
It hurt.
Then, lo and behold, Jedi Master Ben Watts arrives with Republic reinforcements on his heels. He helped me up, and the two of us drove back Motrin.
Meanwhile, Each Kol-Rekali, a Dark Jedi who was Mandalorian by birth, had discovered that the Deathwatch traitors, lead by RC 212, had started to set up a nuke near the city. Unfortunately, before he could stop the timer, it detonated, killing him. After the battle it was shown that the blast had revealed a beskar vein, which was named after him, to forever honor him.