Naga Sadow where have you gone?
Lost is our visage of home,
Now in space relying more on braun,
Yet, I still study a Sith tome;

Flying my T-70 is such a thrill,
Fighting the Collective for air superiority,
Piracy and hunting we do still,
By our Consul Bentre’s authority;

But yet thoughts of Sepros still pervade,
I lay dreaming of the day,
I hope that soon we will have aid,
And have our home, come what may;

Soon Naga Sadow we shall prevail,
And leave the Collective bound to flail.