The Dark Academy on Korriban

"Thanks laundry girl (is that better than meatbag?). Can you tell me what the language is please?"

He scanned the first page and sent it across, then added.

"I'd best not send you the whole thing if you want to avoid the possibility of having any fun, I mean reading about the dark side. Koro was a Sith ascetic."

A he waited for her response Jo'ren walked slowly around the complex. From what he had seen in his vision it was certainly for the best that they had not tried to take on Koro.

She replies with, “Well it will take time to decipher this. This is some ancient sith dialect some fifteen thousand standard years out of date, give or take. I am pulling this from the Jedi Archives.”

“I can handle it, this looks interesting. In an educational way. Not in a I want to convert to wearing black and being moody way. Also laundry girl is not a cool name. Try again,” she sends in a second text after a few minutes.

That stopped him in his tracks. Fifteen thousand?

"Well shit. I didn't think it was quite that old. Explains a lot though. You want a cool name huh? Sounds like desire with a bit of arrogance mixed in. Feels good doesn't it? Heading out of this place. Be in touch soon."

He ran his fingers over the journal, curious to know its secrets. With a rough date to search for he could probably begin the translation process himself in the library, or at least give it a go before he asked his weird ally to do it for him. Carefully he placed the book in a pocket in his robes, and with a nod to the ghosts of acolytes past, left to catch the return flight to the Academy.

(OOC: Continued here)