"It... It didn't end there. I was captured by them. They... Well, I'd rather not think abput it. Total casualties were... roughly one million, nearly a quarter of the population. Thousands more were rounded up by slavers and sent into the beskar mines to work." He took another breath. "W-when I finally got out of prison, I found out Mand'alore Fenn Shysa had set up a resistance movement. He's been raiding Imperial prison camps across the planet. The remnants of my clan regrouped to keep fighting. We heard rumors of this Dojo, of the powers that reside here. The clan chief sent me to find it and, well." He shrugged. "Here I am. No hyperdrive. Stuck in the middle of who knows where while my clan is put there fighting for survival. But, as Mand'alore said, we're a tough people. We've survived worse. Far worse. And we'll survive more before they bring us down."