My name is X. I carry no other title because it is not necessary. I am the oldest living Ranger. Born in the Earth year 1862. Now I am 500 years old. Unlike other sentient beings I don't have to worry about ageing. But this can be both a blessing and a curse. My parents died off in 1884 and for many years I mourned their death. Until one day I overheard the conversation of 2 men about something called the "anla-shok" now to someone who has never heard Minbari before this is an odd name. I later came to find that it meant "Ranger" and this brings us to the time of my joining the rangers. Once joined I passed up through the ranks and that brings us to the present day and my command of white star 8. This information I disclose now is strictly confidential and stays in with the anla-shok. We live for the one, we die for the one.