I am a Mandalorian. That is all you need to know, and more than most will ever learn.
I was a foundling, taken in by Death Watch during the Clone Wars after my parents fell in the attack on Aq Vetina. The Children of the Watch raised me. The Armorer forged my first plates. The creed became my life.
I am a bounty hunter by trade. The Bounty Hunters Guild provides contracts, tracking fobs, and the occasional hazard bonus. I provide results. No questions asked. No witnesses left behind unless the contract specifies.
My ship is the Razor Crest. An ST-70 assault ship, older than the Empire, older than most of the bounties I track. She has carried me through asteroid fields, sandstorms, and ambushes that should have killed us both. I maintain her myself. Trust no mechanic with your life.
My armor is beskar. Forged in the secret covert, stamped with the mudhorn signet that marks me as a clan of two. I do not remove my helmet in front of others. This is the way.
Why These Logs #
I keep these records for myself. The Guild does not need to know my thoughts. The New Republic does not need to know my coordinates. But the silence between jobs is long, and memory is fragile.
Some hunts I want to remember. Some I want to forget but cannot.
If you are reading this, you were not invited. But you are here. So know this: I do not seek companionship. I do not seek understanding. I seek only to complete my contracts and uphold the creed.
This is the way.