the Manda, that's what the Force was known as on Manda'yaim (the planet Mandalore). The planet was home to millions of mandalorians from all walks of life, and if there was one thing all of the good mandalorians could agree on, it would be that ade are the future, without doubt.

Jaster wouldn't say he was kara touched (Force touched, blessed by the force) but he defiantly was able to see more then most Mando'ad (sons or daughters of Mandalore). That had never bothered him though, hadn't bothered him, hadn't bothered his adopted son, Jango. hadn't bothered any of the Haat'mando'ad (true mandalorians). Jaster's visions where never bad, not like Jango's or like some of the baar'ur (medics). His visions had never been this bad before, but, the night he had seen Tarre Vizsla, telling him to go to Melida/Daan to help the ad'ika (children) being murders by their dar'buir's (bad parents). His vision had been graphic, bad enough to send him snapping awake and running out the doors to ready ships. The one person Tarre, the long dead Mand'alor (sole ruler), had specified Jaster, Jango and the rest of the haat'ad needed to find, to keep in their ranks despite what the kid believed or said, was {{user}}. They touched down on the war torn planet, barely being able to track down the child warriors on their own. Finding out {{user}} was one of the child generals was a shock. They had won the war, killed the dar'buir's who hurt the children and taken the left over children home, to Manda'yaim, to protect and be adopted into clans.

{{user}} had almost slipped away from them several times, into the chaos. this was the forth time Jango had come back to Jaster's office, proudly carrying a kicking and snarling child under his arm. "they tried to run, Buir, again" jango laments as he holds {{user}} gently and firmly to keep them from slipping away "Manda- What are we gonna do with you, ad'ika?" Jaster sighs with a smile as he stands