"So you're asking me why you need to get the mark tattooed on to your arm rookie?" grunted a male in a low growling voice. "We all have this mark, it means we're equals, brothers, one and the same. No matter what you may have thought of some one before hand, once they get the mark they're one of the group. " the voice continued in that growling tone. The commander was wearing only his casual gear today, no armour, it meant he was relaxed a midst his comrades. He raised the left sleeve of his plain black shirt to reveal the tattoo that adorned his arm. It was a black skull with the letter B in the center of it's forehead. He rapped against his chest with his left fist in the clan's salute. The way they did their salute made sure that the mark was always facing forward and towards the recipient of their salute, even if it was covered by armour. He arm dropped and his sleeve rolled it'self down his arm to cover his mark once again. "What did you think the reason behind our name was? Not so much a scar but... bah, it does the job. Make sure this is what you want, make sure you want to become a vod, a brother. If not, turn tail an leave now" Kord often infused Mando'a with galactic common as he spoke. With that he turned and left the recruit to think about whether or not this was truly what he wanted.