Derisive Umbaran
SARTINAYNIAN SYSTEM
IN ORBIT OF BASTION
HO HO HO, MERRY HIGH DAY
Twas' the night before High Day, and all through Bastion,
The planet was burning, and the Imperium gone.
The people were suffering, but did not despair:
They knew a real Empire would soon be there!
The citizens cowered as warlords fought,
Their own selfish gains were all they sought.
So Tyrin Ardik, sitting on his throne,
Dispatched a force to make Bastion his own.
And then up in space, the Sith did appear
A massive fleet, to inspire fear!
The warlords, alerted, mobilized soon
Afraid and concerned their stuff would go boom.
"I feel physically ill, and I did not think as much was possible." TB-18 stated. "Are you pleased with yourself for constructing this poetic travesty?"
In fact, I am, little Tactical Droid!
But I know of all humor, you are sadly devoid.
Now shut your mouth and ready the troops!
Sith victory here must be absolute.
Take it away, Gregor.
IN ORBIT OF BASTION
HO HO HO, MERRY HIGH DAY
Twas' the night before High Day, and all through Bastion,
The planet was burning, and the Imperium gone.
The people were suffering, but did not despair:
They knew a real Empire would soon be there!
The citizens cowered as warlords fought,
Their own selfish gains were all they sought.
So Tyrin Ardik, sitting on his throne,
Dispatched a force to make Bastion his own.
And then up in space, the Sith did appear
A massive fleet, to inspire fear!
The warlords, alerted, mobilized soon
Afraid and concerned their stuff would go boom.
"I feel physically ill, and I did not think as much was possible." TB-18 stated. "Are you pleased with yourself for constructing this poetic travesty?"
In fact, I am, little Tactical Droid!
But I know of all humor, you are sadly devoid.
Now shut your mouth and ready the troops!
Sith victory here must be absolute.
Take it away, Gregor.