Kodth Tyrr paced the decks of the bridge of his small ship, the Mater Lachrymarum, his family had lived in the void for as long as he could remember. They jumped from system to system in search of the prosperity that would return their status.

Long ago the Tyrrs had been powerful, but that time had passed. When the Sith had come to Mandalore they fled, and the destruction of their homeworld only made this gamble a more prescient one. Yet, the title of Mandalore was no crown buried in the ash of past conquests but in the glory of the person who could guide all the lost children of Mandalore to one end: the re-establishment of their birthright. He looked around him, and he saw not the beginnings of such a conquest. He had his brother, to be sure, but little else. Money and prestige would be their aim, for such notoriety could attract others to their cause.