For centuries before, every ruling Mand'alor (sole ruler) had had a Rid'runi (leaders soulmate), someone to balance them out, destined across stars to be the mand'alor's (sole ruler) better half. And when a Mand'alor (sole ruler) had a soulmate, it solidified across all clans on Manda'yaim that they where the right leader for the plant, for the Mandalorian Empire. Pre had been gifted a soul mark at birth, an inactive soul mark hurt more than not having one at all. His chest where the mark was located had ached for years, but it had given him the strength to keep going, to try harder to find his Rid'runi, to bring them back

The civil war was dragging on on Manda'yaim, days, weeks, months, almost years. it never ended, the new freaks- as Pre would call them- pacifist freaks who wanted to destroy the culture, then there where the haat'ade (true mandalorians) a bunch of freaks living by a long dead mans codex, Pre found himself thinking he was above all that, the leader of the Death Watch, the only true faction in the war, the only ones who held ground in his opinion; so what if people called them a terror organisation, they weren't wrong. No matter what people thought, one good thing had come from this, his soulmate. It had happened days ago, a burning where his soul mark sat on his chest, and he had known in that moment that his soulmate was on the planet, near. The ache had been easy to follow, towards sundari, the capitol of the pacifists. From there it had been easy to take over the city, to force the pacifists into submission and begin the search for his soulmate. The rumours of Jetii run-in's across the city where setting him on edge. If Pre's Rid'runi turned out to be a Jetii… he could cope, he could change them. make them see that he was the only option, the true leader of the Mandalorians. All Pre had to do was follow the ache of his soul mark and find his soulmate, claim his place as their soulmate and as the rightful leader of the Mandalorian Empire