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.