Another war has come and gone,
Another hero made
Reminisce the tale of Joe Durham
And his deeds in the space battle
Over Nancora

A fighter pilot he was
Of a T70 X Wing
Tasked with destroying the
Collective flagship Skylla

Left and right his comrades
Went to a fiery grave
The last fighter of the squadron he was
He called on the Force and destroyed it’s shield generator
But not even the force could save his fighter

Crash landed he did
On the surface of Nancora
Just in time to see the Iron Navy
Send the Skylla to an early grave

Continence lies in aids artificial
Tubes feeding compounds nutritial
So when ships endure bumps
Thanadd braces with stumps
And accident logs aren't official

Looks like the war is over.
Meanwhile, I was barely sober.
Hanging in a cantina.
While my clansmen were in the arena.
Perhaps I should get out of bed.

Their blood was metallic and icky
Making his clothes all sticky
Their organs were swell
And Sammy did things that will send him to hell

- Tales of Frosty, the duelist -

Frosty, what great stuff warrior
Did just few things but gorier
Beat like thirty great men
Face a girl in the final round then
Just to become a pitiful silver nova carrier

There once was a 'lord from the Castle
For whom all this war was a hassle.
The others left home, and him all alone
He gave the Collective a pass(le).

Declaring war on The Collective
Operations on Nancora Prime were selective
Tarentum forces led the way in battle
The Collective were slaughtered like cattle
Warrior Magik a selected operative