My name is Eli Shaman and I am a NOT a Jedi. I have the lightsaber, the robes and the Force powers, but that means nothing. The Sith have these as well. This narrative is not meant to be a philosophy treatise, but a record of what I did during the War. It was known as the Great Sith War. It was short, brutal and devastating to my people. Unlike most Jedi, I am a Mandalorian, a warrior race with strict principles of honor and duty. At the time of this writing, Canderous Ordo is still Mandalore. I never talked about the War, not even twenty years after it. I feel the need to confess what I've done. My actions during the War were horrific, but I feel I need to tell of them in order to cleanse my soul. I was at Onderon during the Liberation. I was at Dosuun when Mandalore destroyed a shipyard. I participated during the Second Battle of Malachor Five. I was also on the nameless world where Revan Panlie Jr. slew Amaurth, the leader of the Sith Empire. This is the story of my life as a warrior in a war that changed the galaxy. It is best that I start at the beginning of my life so you can understand what life was like four thousand years ago, in a time of giants…