We stand together, vode an, victorious in battle.
Our leader mounts the raised platform just ahead of me, then turns to face us.
We are silent, taking in the magnificent sight, then a roar goes up from the crowd. I raise my blades and scream with my brothers and sisters.
Mandalore raises his hands and a hush settles over our army. He speaks, his strong, penetrating voice touching each Mando'ad in turn.
Energy ripples through us, truth, honor and vision manifested in his words.
I drop to one knee, bowing my head in pledge.
"For Mandalore, long may he live."