Adzatsmam
"Iezkon tave Saarai"
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.
"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.