Once, there was the Alamo. She was just a fleet, headed by mandalore. There was a battle, we do not know who attacked us, and we crashed on new terra. We had a war with the tribals there. I was put in charge of 10 men, each died. But, we accomplished our goal: kill the tribals general. Now, these men were noblemen, and we were transporting them. They were the original hunters. Now, 8 died to a general, who I got my revenge on, but 1 killed 1 of us. The general promised money, power, and anything he desired if he just killed him. He obeyed like the dog he was. He shot my knee, then the helicopter arrived. On the way up the ladder, I shot him without hesitation. Mandalore was waiting for me when I returned, and made me a captain. The pilot, picked me up out of friendship, and I then assisted another friend. The point of the story is: know who your friends are. And always keep a dagger in you're sleeve.

*He sighs* I know betrayal all too well... Since you shared your story, I'll share mine. *He takes a small box out of a compartment in his chest* Years longer ago than anyone has counted, I was built by a man called the Preacher. He was the leader of the Order. I'll tell you about that another time, but I served the Preacher without hesitation for several thousand years. One day, I was sent with a new recruit to assassinate a target of importance. The target was a child, so me and my partner refused to kill them. The Preacher then decided to use my closest friends to try to kill me. I had to kill them all.

Damn. Well, I should go check on mandalore. Hey, you ever get revenge on that preacher?

Me and a couple other friends are working on it. [spoiler]It's in a different thread.[/spoiler]

Good luck to you.

Thank you. I've never told anyone before. No one's ever listened. Here, take this. *He hands you a small, glowing green crystal* It's one of the rarest things in the world. It will help.