The Ballad of Gaius Julius Caesar

Julius is the old man
Who heads part of the Muur Clan
No real Force to his call
Once was stabbed in the ball
His bowels are stuck in the can.

He joined us not so long ago

Immediately got in the flow

I sensed he's the deal

A chance I should steal

He's one of my students now

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.