He fits in this clan like a glove
Almost died in space up above
They blew up his ship
His truck did a flip
The ol' Chiss we all know and love

There was once a Sith called Arden,
Who got caught in the act in his garden
His girl, she blushed
But Arden he rushed
To beg the Dread Lord for a pardon

The Ballad of Scudi Ferria

Heart-shape face and wind-red eyes,
Behold one of Fenrir's poetic pies
Oh dweller in junk
You got a bot for a boyfriend, punk?!
Dont like big, bad wolves? All lies!

Love music, says you?
This wolf can give you the best "whoooou"
So leave the junk
Dont be a punk
Grab some fur and we'll howl "whoooou"

Ferria lives among trash
Building a sizable stash
She may be quite tall
but she's nobody's thrall
and she'll hack your tech in a flash

Ranarr Kul-Tarentae, what a guy,
A lovable fluff ball, definitaly not shy.
Don’t ever make him mad,
Or else for you it might turn bad.
You know you’ll love him if you try.

There once was a raider named TuQ
Who wasn't a very good cook
He made a few soups
that gave many the poops
and now tops each one's black book

(To the theme of the soviet national anthem)
Plagueis unwavering
unmatched in our laboring
no matter, we never fail
Adapt, Ascend, Avail!

when you need a clan?
adapt
when you need a house?
ascend
when you have no life?
avail
Who do you call?
Plagueis