Our Vengeance Burns Brighter Still

A'den, Het'gal, Skorri, Nyreen, Kad, Lyra... All gone.
 
Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum.
I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal.
 
We used to number over a hundred strong, but now we're down to four souls. The Void Dragons stand upon a knife's edge. One. Wrong. Step. And the Void Dragons are no more. Maybe it's better to go out on your own terms? Choose the time and place, make the last four of us feel like a thousand before we fall in blaze of glory.
 
I do not fear the warrior's death. In a way I guess I have always accepted that it will happen at some point when you walk the path we do as Mandalorians. What I do fear however is fading away. To not having meant anything, and for the Void Dragons to fade away into nothingness. I will not let the Empire get away with this. I will make them pay.
 
If we burn, they burn with us.
 
Motir ca'tra nau tracinya.
Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a.
Those who stand before us light the night sky in flame.
Our vengeance burns brighter still.