The House of Zhug, a family born not of blood shared but blood spilled. Brothers and Sisters whose bonds have been forged and tempered with pain and time. A house whose roots run deep, to anchor it against the crashing winds of change.
We are few, but we are resilient. Though the winds of change may bend, we shall not break. Our strength is our friendship, our family, our house.
We remember our history, we protect our friends, and we honor our house. As long as the flames burn on the smoldering fields of Vjun, so too shall the flames of this house shine across the galaxy. May these flames burn forever bright, and spread to all corners of the galaxy. May they ever burn brightly in the hearts of those who have struck out into the darkness to forge new paths. And may they continue to burn for those who've returned.
They were all wrong. We CAN choose our family. And so we have, and so we will.