He was trained by the best in the galaxy, and he fought with honour.
After years of fighting he earned his armour. A treasure to his people. Forged of an alloy only they could ever create. Passed from generation to generation, and now his. It was the greatest honour of all. His armour carried the blood of the stars and held a millennia of stories, and now his.
He travelled across the galaxy, and was feared yet respected everywhere he went.
Known not by name or face.
A bounty-hunter with a code. A legend.
A Mandalorian.
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