Jetlag Doesn't Compare (Ancient Massassi Tribe, large amount of Dark Side/Sith Force Detected)

[Adzatsmam]

The ancient and old Interdictor-class Cruiser blinked into existence near Korriban, the ancient homeworld of the Sith Pure Bloods... it would have offered the Massassi Tribe closure, if it wasn't nearly destroyed, with nothing coming up on sensors. The viewport proved it was much different than anyone had imagined, and completely different from the dated starcharts the Interdictor held. The Massassi that had been able to see Korriban, and those who didn't pick up any nearby Sith, started to become upset. Adzatsmam quickly rushed to the dirty and dated bridge that hadn't been used in a long time. He caught up with the Massassi who were partially knowing what they were doing, but getting results from scans, more or less. They were lucky the hyperdrive even kicked in.

"Kam buti zuti ant? Kaiefas byloti kia nun!" Adzatsmam demanded. "Ilsir niekas, nie vezra iv tave Meistras, zhol buti dyease..." one of the Massassi spoke up. "Anas gal nenx buti! Kam rast kia tave Aeuso? Re Meistras, dary tau mezdi lauke mus?" Adzatsmam asked. The Massassi shook his head, turning and looking up at him, looking depressed, "Katedij... zhol mada ardyti."

Adzatsmum's face become concerned and stressed, surprised and upset, thinking it can not be true. "Nie, anas gal nenx buti!" he ran to the communication console and sent out a public, widespread broadcast to anyone that could pick it up, not knowing how to encrypt it, or use specific channels. "Ataedias! Tsis Aeuso, jengat vazralsta, re meistras, dasixa valvurji! Tikurzi zinot j'us zuti! Dasixa valvurji!" Unfortunately... they didn't know if the old Sith Language was still known, if it died, or was still alive, or who would pick it up and know what it meant.

 

[4ND-R0]

Allara Ven scoured the Outer Rim for clues and meditation. It had only been a few months since she had joined the Force Witches known as the Awoken, but still felt she had to make good on her quest of self discovery on her visions. Her first train of thought was to search the Outer Rim’s many ancient temples devoted to the Force. It was much too risky to try Tython, with the conflicts going on. Who knows what sort of fighting would occur on the ancient Jedi homeworld. Thankfully, she was able to cruise out in the space with an old, junky Starfighter fixed by an old friend from the orphanage she was raised. Nothing too special, just an old A-Wing. No real functioning weaponry, moreso just a travelling vessel at this point.

While she was cruising, her scanners picked up an anomaly. A broadcast on a public channel. Curious, she tuned in to it. She tilted her head at the sound that came out. An alien language of some sort, but nothing she ever heard of. Either way, they sounded desperate and frantic. Her inner Samaritan instincts told her to investigate, as it could be someone in trouble. She used the starship’s onboard computer to trace the origin, and punched the hyperdrive.

Upon blinking back into real-space, she immediate regretted her choice. The mere site of the world she was near sent some shivers down her spine. Korriban, the very ancient home of the Sith, and she could feel the Dark Side call to her. Going on ahead, already too late to turn back, she maneuvered her way to the apparent source of the transmission: a ship, a very ancient looking one at that. She opened a channel to communicate. “Hello? Is this anyone there? Can anyone speak Basic?” She transmitted to the ship, awaiting a response, “You sounded in distress. I’ve come to help.” Should there be anyone of Force sensitivity on that ship, they would pick up on her fluctuating state in the Force. Neither fully light like a Jedi, nor dark like a Sith. She kept her hands on the controls should they prove unfriendly.

[member="Adzatsmam"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

"Nu tuti Tsis. Nu waria jiwaha zûtanurzi. Dzia waria titiai dniti minjio," Ballen-Ist spoke into the mic within his helmet, sending a transmission in response to [member="Adzatsmam"]'s signal. The Knight was of the Kissai caste, and thus was used to speaking High Sith. He hoped they could understand him, for he didn't want to be bothered with sending another message. The black Upsilon command shuttle would lurch forth through the darkness of space, flying above the sacred planet of Korriban. It wasn't ruled by the Sith anymore as far as the Knight knew, and he was quite eager to relay this to these individuals, whoever they were.

The large cruiser nearby was one that the Red Sith had never seen before, and it was giving off a rather powerful aura of dark side energy. No doubt, this vessel was operated by other Sith like him, though he could sense a distinct different. The Kissai were gifted force users, yet these people seemed to wield the dark side differently. Judging by the language they spoke, they were probably a caste that was lower in the old society. He wondered how so many could have survived, his small clan being one group of only a handful. The shuttles massive wings would fold upwards as it came to a stop, hovering beside the cruiser as a boarding tunnel was connected between the vehicles.

[member="Allara Ven"]'s own transmission would be intercepted, the Imperial operatives piloting the shuttle informing Ballen-Ist of the woman's arrival in the area. "Mes buti vekene. dary nenx gatota, Nu valia dnitezi viskas," he would continue to speak, transmitting it to whoever was in charge of the cruiser, "Tave moteris zemas nie ztaosena, ao." the Knight would add as a side note, hoping whoever this other person was didn't get blown to smithereens. Whatever they did in this territory would most likely attract attention sooner or later.

To sum everything up, the Sith Knight intended to calm down the crew, and explain things that had happen so far. If he could. If he understood what was happening. It was an interesting encounter, one he looked forward to as he threw on a long black cloak, lifting its black hood over his masked face. After a short walk, the Knight would exit the airlock of the cruiser, most likely greeted in someway or another. Hopefully his ship didn't get blasted away.

 

[Adzatsmam]

[member="Ballen-Ist"] | [member="Allara Ven"]


"Vyres! Zo kraud zinot tevola! Nu dary nenx zenoti kam zhol buti!" one of the Massassi spoke up, fooling with the sensors, trying to figure it out, "Tau buti zodis kaienas, Nu dary nenx kioska voy...." Adzatsmam became even more confused. At least someone came to them, but they couldn't understand what they were saying. "Adresa savimi, mes dary nenx zenoti ar tau buti zo dolega, tegu nun byloti kia savimi." As Adzatsmam approached the console and the other Massassi were fooling with the controls, trying to get the old turrets to move, but before either of them could do or say anything, they heard another voice... at first it sounded like a High Sith or a derivative, but they immediately got the jist. Before they could even respond, the voice was in their language in the lesser Sith dialect and they understood it quite well.

" Tau buti dokas su mus, Vyres!" one of the Massassi spoke up, alerting Adzatsmam. "Finsezi stai...," he said, as he left the bridge to the docking ring. The Kissai that were observing ignored the order to stay, so two Kissai were behind him. He ignored them as he watched the individual come through the old airlock, and he gave a shocked face. Another being... they haven't seen someone else... ever.

The woman that had first initiated contact wasn't ignored, but she was never targeted, nor were weapons activated. It was just a cold comms. Perhaps she may have thought their comm system was damaged, or they left the console. Other than seeing the shuttle approach and dock with the cruiser, the cruiser, however, did not move.

 

[4ND-R0]

Allara was unsure of what was going on, and tried yet again with contact. She had noticed another ship dock with the ancient one. It looked slightly Imperial, but decided not to make any assumptions. She flew casually closer to the other two ships, doing her best to appear non-threatening. She hailed both ships, each with the same message: "This is Allara Ven. I come in peace. What is the situation? Can anyone speak Basic or Huttese?"

She became tense with the comm cold she was recieving. She felt an uncoiling from her waist, and felt a form crawl up her arm in anxiousness. Raksha, her ever faithful amphistaff, seemed to pick up on the tenseness of the situation. "It is alright, my friend." She whispered to the serpent, "I will call on you if I need you." At least whomever this old ship belonged to, they appeared not to be threatening at the moment. She did not even see any weapons move. She could not say the same of the shuttle that appeared nearby. Once again, she kept herself waiting for a reply.

[member="Adzatsmam"] | [member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The Sith's gaze would land directly upon [member="Adzatsmam"] and his two escorts, who were of the Kissai caste as Ballen was. Coming to a halt after exiting the airlock, the Knight would allow his black cloak to drape his entire body, his weaponry and attire concealed beneath. He didn't want to show much, and opted to remain rather ominous for the time being. If they were afraid, they wouldn't attack. Staying still with the hood drawn over his head, Ballen-Ist would speak once more into his helmet's comm, as a transmission was redirected into his earpiece.

[member="Allara Ven"] was trying to make contact with the cruiser to no avail, obviously due to the fact that no one spoke basic. Except him. "Anga tave firzita nisa ztanurze, mes valia labinti re bils ir âtivitunasi ant tave ipros", Ballen-Ist would say to the Massassi who stood nearby, before whispering a message to the woman. "Land in the hangar bay if you must. See you soon," he concluded, lifting his head and nodding in a friendly way towards those who had come to meet him. Walking forward, Ballen-Ist would match Adzatsmam's own pace, making sure to clear some things up before they went any further.

"Re seniai aeuso buti zuti. Mes buti tave galas iv re mure. Nyâsh Tsis vazralsta zinot pradzia ir gimti harrix re amzi,​" Falling silent, the Knight could only guess how this would be received. "Arlsisiu, ilsir nyâsh frakcija misini nuo midwan. Tave Wo Tsis buti rasiz tave zavus iv savimi."​ He hated to admit it, but it was true. Is that what they sought? How lost were these Sith in the old traditions, he wondered. Unnerved even though obviously outgunned, Ballen-Ist would keep this conversation up as they made their way down the corridors, eventually towards the hangar bay of the cruiser which he had sensed out.

 

[Adzatsmam]

[member="Allara Ven"] | [member="Ballen-Ist"]


Adzatsmam squinted his eyes at the being, but he agreed. It seemed he was the only one that he could communicate with for the moment, and he wasn't posing a threat, so he had no reason to disagree. Much like to the nearby woman, and the figure in front of him, he could sense power from them. Adzatsmam turned his head, only slightly, to speak to his people, but he kept a watchful eye on the person in front of him, "Anga tave firzita nisa dury, Nu valia byloti kia sis asmen." One of the Kassai agreed, and turned to enter the bridge.

The Kassai quickly ordered the other Massassi to open the hangar, rushing about. The Massassi, although having recently grasped the controls of the ship, still took a moment to remember what exactly did what... these old ships aren't exactly as automated as ships of today were. The Kassai quickly left the bridge in an attempt to catch up with the group.

Adzatsmam was even more confused now than he was before. Although he could understand the figure, he just didn't know how their great empire could just be.... gone. "Re Meistras mriajas noj tave Tsis Karza. Tym azi vi zo krevas valzino, byloti iv varkijsaga, ir armijio mriajas is re ss'horunas atsak. Isia zodis tau vykti jiso kraud kia xauti tave tiesa Tsis Kalevos, kad kaienas rast, ir mes buti sesie nuo bemenk zo hama karta. Nu darytis tave Vyres tik naujas, tikazi tave galas wo mriajas, kian ausis. Kam buti tave kursas?" Adzatsmam asked as they continued walking to the old Hangar bay. Along the way, there were many Kassai and Massassi looking on, but there were several more Massassi, the Kassai being a very small sect on the ship.

 

[4ND-R0]

Allara was surprised to hear a Basic-speaker and warily took his word. She manuevered her craft into the Hangar of the old ship. As she grew closer, more whispers of the darkness grasped at her. She fought back, her mind awake enough to stave off the nightmares. She landed the old A-Wing gently on the worn landing pad. Once secure, she opened up the hatch and stepped out. She was a young woman, dressed in simple clothing that appeared to be tribally influenced not unlike the Massassi. She briefly tapped into the Vongsense, causing her to disappear temporarily from the Force. "Raksha. Staff." She gave a command to her pet. The black serpent slithered into the palm of her hand, its semicrystalline body erecting into 2 meter long quarterstaff. Immediately after, she returned her senses to the Force, and patiently awaited whatever was waiting for her. She noticed strange writing about the complex, something that appeared very primitive and old. She felt slightly unnerved by the experience so far.

@Adzatsmam @Ballen-Ist

 

[Ballen-Ist]

There were only a handful of clans that had survived the mass genocide on Korriban, in the times of the Old Republic. Ballen-Ist's own clan descended from way back then as well, but they didn't worship any Dark Lord, only gods and deities of the force. Listening to [member="Adzatsmam"]'s story, the young Knight struggled to understand, but got the gist of what the Massassi was saying. Their clan was ancient, and had only recently made it back into the known regions of space. It seemed this Sith was the clans elder, the one in charge of the entire cruiser.

Ballen-Ist was glad to have been greeted by such, seeing as they were to check on the other guest that had arrived moments earlier. The Sith felt her presence in the force, a balance in the force, as it should be. Then, it was gone. He recognized this sensation, or rather lack of, having faced off against the Yuuzhan Vong and users of their biotech. Then again, he couldn't be sure, for it might as well have been a proficient user of stealth techniques. Ballen-Ist had lived among the Sith Assassins for a long time, he would know the difference.

It hardly mattered anyway, for her signature reappeared and the Knight began to stride through the hangar blast doors. With a wave of his hand they opened, allowing the group of four to walk towards [member="Allara Ven"] who had landed her Starfighter. "Sis buti zo kitok gakvuminmona. Netolise uk hama ir dyitjak dyis kursas kizs tave Misina iv Yiyerau. J'us galez satyi tu'saen dabar, ax satci tollis vmniyaga. Zhol buti is re kraujas, kad anas dartovi nenx aibreti mus", Ballen-Ist said to Adzatsmam while walking slowly, before fully averting his attention to the woman ahead. She appeared to be waiting as well, how cooperative. "Sis moteris buti nenx su nun. Nu zinot nie savoka kuris m'tye buti, kad Nu dary nenx fashis qutza ao​", He continued, laughing briefly as he turned to look at the Massassi once more. "Welcome to this ancient piece of art. Quite the discovery we've made, isn't it?" the Sith spoke from beneath his helmet, his glowing yellow eyes looking to Allara. "What brings you here?"​

 

[4ND-R0]

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

Allara froze somewhat as she saw what came to her. A robed man with armor on him, and some strange red species she has only heard of in legends. Sith. Her artifical arm tingled, as if the phantom sensations of that day returned to her. "I am Allara. I came this way because I was responding to what I believed was a distress signal." Her grip tightened around Raksha. "I was unaware there were Red Sith still existing in the Universe. I do come in peace, and you must forgive my tension. My history with Sith has not been a good one."

The whispers came again, clawing at her mind. She placed a hand to her temple, forcing back the voice of the dark side. "And before you make any assumptions, let me make myself clear. I am neither Jedi nor Sith. I follow a gray path between the two." She stood there, just as ready to move back into her starship and make an escape.

 

[Adzatsmam]

[member="Allara Ven"] | [member="Ballen-Ist"]


The Kassai could sense the tension and the pressure of the force affecting the female being just beyond them, so the two began to feed off of the surrounding dark energy, unfortunately perhaps feeding off of Ballen-Ist's as well. Adzatsmam looked at both of them as he crossed his arms, thinking what would be best for his clan. This man in armor seemed to be a powerful being, and this woman seemed to be a force user of some kind. He didn't understand what they were talking about, but that didn't much matter. "Nu noret kia zenoti kuris j'us abid dabar. Nu gal liepti j'us abid zinot tyűk is akuyi, kad ji buti skystas ir hevilas. Kad j'us..." he sighed, looking keenly at the man with the mask, "j'us lyteti bemenk vekene, zo lyteti Nu zinot su nuyak ditona tauta." He now looked at both of them, reaching his hands out in a confused manner, wanting answers. "Liepti nun kuris j'us abid buti?"

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Ballen-Ist would laugh once more, cutting himself short after [member="Adzatsmam"] was done speaking. Lifting an arm and beckoning [member="Allara Ven"] along, the Sith Knight would turn and head for the exit of the hangar. "He welcomes you aboard, and wishes to know more about you," he spoke to the woman, giving a rough translation of what had been said, obviously leaving out the majority of things. Looking away from Allara, Ballen would begin to speak Sith once more, "Nu buti Ballen iv tave Ist bars. Nu zinot ty'ee zeprie nyâsh aeuso. M'tye buti zo zilé Jidai, xaz? Zo dulokir iv atsvara", afterwards examining Allara again in surprise. She had a lot of tattoos, the ones on her face he recognized from Dathomir. Was she some sort of witch?

"I doubt you'll find conflict here, Allara. Nu dary nenx manyta Katedij buti atitrazi Tsis gatesijea. Mes galez noret kia mezdi sis plota," He felt the need to say, remembering his purpose in being here in the first place. A few moments had passed, and the group most likely had exited the hangar. Ballen-Ist wasn't sure as to where they would go, but there was a lot to explore and see. He wondered if the ship held any secrets, or if the crewmembers knew any old dark side techniques. Throwing back his hood, the man would pull the metallic helmet from his head, revealing his distinct Sith facial features, which were red and smooth apart from a thin but noticeable scar that ran along the Knight's face. Running a gloved hand through his slicked back black hair, the Kissai would sigh as he looked towards the two that accompanied Adzatsmam, staring at them with his glowing golden eyes as he walked.

 

[4ND-R0]

Allara nodded to the Basic-Speaker. She flicked back her hand, and Raksha took it as a command to move. The black snake slithered from her arm, onto her waist into a belt-like formation. She followed the Sith, feeling a little more at eease knowing the Massassi elder allowed him aboard. She was more surprised to see that young man she had been speaking with was of the Red Sith as well.

"So I'm to assume that language you two are speaking is some dialect of Sith? No wonder I've never heard it before." She said, before turning to look the young Knight in the eyes, "Translate as best as you can. I am Allara Ven. Acolyte of the Awoken. I study the Force in ways that differ from both Jedi and the Sith Order." She continued to follow the two, feeling more like the alien.

"Since these are your people, Knight, I think it would be wise to teach them some form of Basic. The spoken word of the Sith is long dead." She noted. She was somewhat amazed by the various symbology and structure of the ship. Something so extremely ancient, it predated even the Revanite regime. Perhaps she could find some answers here, if she was able to continue staving off the darkness.

[member="Ballen-Ist"] | [member="Adzatsmam"]

 

[Adzatsmam]

[member="Allara Ven"] | [member="Ballen-Ist"]


When Ballen-Ist had removed his hood and mask, revealing his face, Adzatsmam became shocked, and the Kassai bowed their heads quickly. Such a powerful being, in their presence, speaking to them as if they were equals. Adzatsmam was so surprised, but he was so happy to see that, with everything the person said, about their species being nearly gone... and for one to be so powerful in their presence, a face of their kind, it was overwhelming. "J'us buti wo iv mus! J'us buti zo brolin, nie? Buti j'us zo jengat Sith'jari? Buti antai nelsenena zo jengat Tsis Kalevos?" Adzatsmam took a knee and clasped his hands together in hope, "Dasixa, aukoti nun tave cali nuyak bars zinot buti iezkon nuo bemenk dyim- des kursas!"

 

[Ballen-Ist]

"Tave Tsis zinot letas buti militarized. Nu buti nenx armijio zo Ari, kad zo Zirgas. Ilsir nyâsh jen' garthaz dulokir, nors Nu dary nenx zenoti sis Kalevos. Sis buti jri umiba kia poba tu'iea savas vuts," Ballen-Ist spoke regretfully at first, showing disdain for the current state of the Sith. Though the last part he spoke confidently and proudly, as if he held great respect for such ideals. This clan seemed to be quite obsessed with their old teachings, perhaps they could be remolded for another purpose. [member="Adzatsmam"] held great potential in the force, and was destined to be a powerful warrior from birth. No doubt he was, but still so unrefined. "Anas buti tave cali j'us iezkon. Iezkon kia evita tu'iea savas cali." The Sith would conclude, curious as to how the Massassi would respond. Could he break the chains of servitude that had been bred into his species, as Ballen had years ago?

After all of this, the Knight would turn his gaze to [member="Allara Ven"], continuing to examine her physical and mental state extensively. She was definitely different, no doubt about it. Most likely some sort of vongshaping. "I think it wise you keep such suggestions to yourself. These are not my people, and the teaching of a language is not simple," the Sith snapped to the woman, appearing to be somewhat aggravated. "Those that wield our language can wield ancient Sith Sorcery. Feel honored to even hear it," he continued, before turning to look at Adzatsmam once more.

"M'tye buti jri Kissai iv zo kitok qyâsik cult, wo hevilas sulig tave Jidai ir Tsis. Nu zinot latri is Zilé elgtimas frakcija negu, m'tye nayir minti Nu buti clueless," Ballen-Ist spoke, hissing the last word as he sent a smirk over his shoulder to the woman. He was basically talking to himself, so it didn't matter if he had fumbled for a word. "Kais Nu zodis, Nu dary nenx minti Katedij buti is Tsis dolega gatesijea. Mes gal buti--​" The Sith was suddenly cut off, as an alarm began to blare loudly throughout the ship. It appeared as if something had decided to intercept them, be it scavengers, pirates or something else entirely.. They would find out on the command bridge, if anything. "Kam buti zuti ant?" The Knight questioned.

 

[Kyrana Gould]

[member="Adzatsmam"] [member="Ballen-Ist"]

Korriban was now owned by the Silver Coalition, and so naturally a considerable force was stationed in orbit in case Primeval loyalists, Sith attackers or pirates decided to try and intervene.

Captain Horace Tal, commanding the Sentinel Class Cruiser Indomitable, looked out at the approaching ship.

“Lieutenant, give me a hail to that ship.”
“You’re on…now, sir.”
“Unknown ship, this is a restricted area. Please state your business.”
The message would be sent across all frequencies with translations in the 10 most common languages in this area. Sith, being a dead language however, was not included.

“Ship is not registering on known databanks. It looks a little…damaged though,” an aide reported.

“Alert squadron command. Move to orange alert. Prep fighters for action and ready weapons, but hold fire.”

 

[4ND-R0]

[member="Ballen-Ist"] | [member="Adzatsmam"]

She cast her eyes darkly at the Knight. She definitely understood that last word. "Not clueless." Before she could retort further, she heard the alarm go off. She tapped into the Vongsense once more, calling Raksha to her hand. The amphistaff obeyed , going to the right hand and stiffening into a quarterstaff once more.

"Sith, care to elaborate?" She said, readying her staff in case the alarm meant something was coming. She was now truly regretting to ever answer the signal these extant Red Sith sent out.

 

[Adzatsmam]

[member="Ballen-Ist"] | [member="Kyrana Gould"] | [member="Allara Ven"]


Adzatsmam and the Kassai were surprised, they didn't even know if the alarm would still work after all this time. Adzatsmam looked at the Sith and then the woman, giving a confused expression before running through the halls to the bridge. The Kassai returned to their rooms to take shelter. When Adzatsmam reached the bridge, he was looking around at the other Massassi. "Kam dary j'us dary? kam buti zuti ant?" he demanded. "Ilsir zo midwanas kraud del antai Vyres! mes zinot niekada ziur kasidz kais zhol! Kam dary mes dary?" the Massassi spoke up, still fooling with the controls, finally getting the alarm to shut down. "Dary nenx dary kasidz kia argesazi zhol, eile tave kraud salini sulig Katedij," he said, shaking his head. "Salini sulig Katedij? Kad re fahka, Vyres!" the Massassi said with a saddened expression. Adzatsmam quickly took over the helm, forcing the ship to turn away and make sure weapons were completely powered down, if not shut down. "Tave Tsis Aeuso buti zuti, nuyak brolin. Katedij buti savas sas kaiefas kuris dartovi nenx kais mus, ir tau buti kian viekis. Mes valia xauti zo kitok natura." he said softly, also saddened as much as the Massassi beside him.

He engaged the engines forward, away from Korriban and the enemy. "Dasixa dary nenx saud, mes zinot drajunas ant luai" he spoke into the open comm system, not even knowing if the person would understand what they were saying. But he said it calmly, in a concerned and frightened tone. He was fearing for his people. He had not engaged the Hyperdrive since the Siths ship was docked with it, but the engines were in full throttle. They sparked and fizzled from disrepair from what the enemy could see, but it was obvious it was running.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Ballen-Ist knew that sooner or later they would be intercepted. [member="Adzatsmam"] had already taken down the corridors at a fast pace, heading towards the bridge in a slight panic. He didn't blame the Massassi, for fighting in space was much different than fighting on land. Gazing out a window as he walked, he could tell that the cruiser that had arrived was smaller, but far more advanced than this ancient hunk of junk.

Craning his neck to the side, the Knight would give [member="Allara Ven"] a look as he beckoned her along, not wasting time to react to her defensive state. He was surprised at her level of control over the Vong biotech, but that was about it. "We may or may not be in trouble. Perhaps you'd like to be the translator this time?" the Sith questioned, before making his way further along the vessel and into the command bridge.

Listening to the frantic conversation going on between the Purebloods, Ballen-Ist could not help but smile slightly, glad that they had decided to take their own path. "This is basically a civilian transport, though heavily armed. Someone ought to know before blowing us up," he spoke nonchalantly, ushering the woman to the communications station.

[member="Kyrana Gould"]

 

[Kyrana Gould]

[member="Adzatsmam"]
“Reply coming back, sir,” the communications officer called.
The reply though was in an unknown language, harsh and sharp.
“Cycle it through known databanks and translate.”
After a moment the translation came through.
“Please do not fire we have family on board!”
“Old Sith, sir. At least 4,000 years old.”
The Captain watched them fleeting in confused wonderment. The ancient ship, the damage, the strange vector. It all came together.
“The Lost Sith…more of them anyway,” he said. Being an educated man he knew of the farcical return of the Lost Sith in ages past.

“Translate my message.”
“Tave siarbras jidai vyrassu Korriban. Rajidona ax mezdi sis visata.”

“If they choose to leave, dispatch the Pioneerhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/63036-frontier-class-corvette/ to tail them and ensure they depart.”