Two hours ter, in the shipyard of the base.

  ‘HK-47 was cheg and repairing an old smuggling ship. It was Revan’s old ship, the Ebon Hawk.‘

  ‘I tried to tell this damnable droid that we should take a ship that is not one from legendary jedi fairy tales, but it simply ignored me. It even told me that I should sit down and amuse myself with some child’s games or something like that.’

  ‘That infuriating bastard…’

  ‘…I am actually sitting in the navigator's seat on the bridge right now… I assure you it is merely a ce.’

  ‘I was kind of sulking after all those things that happened a few ho. In the end, I ended up here sihis pce was surprisingly f and quiet…’

  ‘Thanks to that, I am fine now.’

  ‘Looking at this ship, it had a minimalist design, but it had a calming effey nerves.’

  ‘I knew every fun of the ship thanks to my new memories.’

  ‘The trols were familiar. Everything was well preserved and saved, a beautiful old mae, from a time where practicality was the keyword in produ. It was a time of war aru, with little time feneral eai and useless styles.’

  ‘The ships were crude but massive; every part was easily geable with many types of gear. Everything was patible with everything. Nowadays, it is quite the opposite; things are plicated to a stupid extent purposefully.’

  ‘At least, that’s what more ret memories tell me.’

  ‘I patted the sole seally, then my fingers slid over the old worn-out trol panel. Removing a few yers of dust in their wake.’

  ‘It was my ship now, dust and all. Sigh, well, it is probably true. After thousands of years, who would remember this old ship?’

  ‘I wonder how long will it take for the droid to start it up. I already packed up my stuff; there was not much clothes, food, and I refilled the water supply on the ship, packed up some seal personal items too.’

  ‘I do not io e back here for a while, and I don’t want to leave anything important behind. I alsht a few eleic devices for information gathering, a handful of different puter spikes and some greoo, and a one-handed ser gun.’

  ‘I am not stupid enough to uimate the usefulness of such a on. Since I don’t eople to mistake me with jedi, nor some half-wit sith. Therefore, I ’t always rely on the use of su iic on as a lightsaber.’

  ‘It is already cheesy to have a bluster gun on a thirteen-year-old girl. I might have to hide it under a long coat or something.’

  ‘By the way, these clothes were created for me with a sewing robot. They are flexible enough, for free moveme durable. They were like traditional jedi robes with a modern desig.’

  ‘That means it did not stand out in the middle of a crowded street. They are practical and look well too; I liked them, especially the oh flower embroidery on the ends of its sleeves.’

  ‘Oh, and I alsht enough credit with me to st for a few years. We never used gactiks to guard our credits; it would be too problematic to expin why some random individual ied our wealth. Even if we mao do it o was impossible for the sixteenth time... They would suspeething, then start an iigation and we don’t want an iigation. It’s much better this way, for everyone.’

  ‘The door behind me opened and the infamous droid walked into the trol room.’

  “(Statement): The Ebon Hawk is ready to unch; most of the needed repairs were solved by ging the weakened or burned-out energy cells. The ship is in good dition. I also ged the main energy core, which lost almost all of its power throughout the millenniums. With the new ship core, it will be faster than ever before.”

  “That is fantastic. I ’t wait to see it fly!” — ‘I cheered. Overe with a sense of excitement. We were ready to head out.’

  “(Surprised): I hought that a small meatbag like you would be able to differentiate a good ship from scrap metal.”

  “You know that I have your master’s memories, and fifteen other master’s memories, too. With that muowledge, it would be almost impossible to not know at least that much…”

  ‘The droid simply ignored my words and tis tirade as if I wasn’t even there. The bastard…’

  “(Statement, frustrated): Meatbags are suuisances. Smaller meatbags are even worse; they talk all the time pining and throwing around statements about supposed facts that ck foundation and proof. My circuits, processors, are overheating when attempting to run simutions to refute their false observations.”

  ‘So basically, this droid hates children, because they ask too many questions... He is lucky since I am not a real child in that regard. Um, well, not anymore. So I patiently waited for the droid to ru overall diagnostic s on the ship’s systems.’

  ‘When he deemed the ship’s state acceptable enough. We packed in a ton of different intergeable pos, in case something burns out on the way.’

  ‘Then I finally took my p the navigator's seat once again. ected the safety belts over my chest and hips, then waited for the droid to start the engines. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long.’

  ‘Through our security system I watched as the fmethrowers activated outside of the hangar, melting the few meters thick ice yers that buried the temple, hiding this pce from sight.’

  ‘When the process was dohe door ope the same time as the life supp systems began to shut down in the old temple. It rogrammed this way to save energy and to make the pvisible for even the most powerful of sers.’

  ‘I think it wouldn’t be found even if someone used such a device right on top of it, but I could not be entirely sure of it, since I am not up to date with the current teological standards.’

  ‘This was why our new goal was the teological and cultural core of the gaxy, Corust. We will have to use the Corellian Trade Spine hyperspae, then the Corellian Run to reach oal as fast as possible. It’s good that Hoth is already in the middle of these hyperspaes. The p would be an ideal pce for erly if its climate wasn’t so harsh.’

  “We are currently in the Anoat sector, droid remind me, how much time do we o reach Corust?” — ‘I asked curiously.’

  “(Humorous, statement): We have to travel about eight and a half grid, sidering that this is the Ebon Hawk, with a specially boosted and currently illegal hyperspagine, we should be able to reach oal ihan four days. With the gactic standard hyperspace drive, it would be five days and about twelve hours to reach the core.”

  “Did you say, currently illegal?” — ‘That kind of worried me…’

  “(Surprised, ical): Corre, it was usually illegal, because of the eventual reactor overheating and risk of detonation. I assure you that if you ge the case of the reactor core, and the cooling liquid, at least every half a year...”

  ‘Listening to the droid, a bunemories jumped forth in my mind, they were triggered by the ongoing versation.’

  ‘I reflexively took over the versation from the droid, finishing his words cheekily.’

  “It is perfectly safe to use. I know HK... The only reason it is illegal is that the idiot slimy huts never even sidered reading the potential safety hazards leading to a series of acts all over the gactic hyper-nes... The politis, of course, never listened properly to a lowly eelling them the reason for the malfun, banning the whole teology ht, deeming it too risky. Damned fools!”

  “(Emotional, ical): Masters’ words, spoken with the mouth of a little meatbag. My circuits are overheating.”

  ‘I crossed my arms over my chest then said poutingly.’

  “I have a name, you know?”

  ‘The droid turowards me. A feard seds ter it stated cryptically.’

  “(Observation, re-evaluation, clusion): Meatbag.”

  “I am going to rewire you, you stupid scrap aaaaaAAAHHH!”

  ‘While I was distracted, the hangar door opened pletely, the ship being doh its preparation. The droid decisively pulled a lever.’

  ‘The afterburner activated and the ship burst out of the hangar, quickly accelerating towards the sky, while I got pressed into the navigator seat with feeling the quickly multiplying G-forces weighing on my whole body.’

  “I am so going to rewire you if I survive this! DAMN YOU!!!”

  “(Satisfied): Hearing the terrified squeaks and futile threats of meatbags always had a cooling effey circuits, such pleasure.”

  ‘Damn, this body... I am starting to get that tunnel vision. Am I going to faint now? Wait, thinking about it, there was no other individual in my memories that bee a master of the order this young.’

  ‘The you before me was at least twenty-two years old. Am I some unfortunate pioneer here? Stupid master, how am I supposed to fend for myself as a child? I ’t even drink! They will throw me out of any tina in case I showed up like this! No one would take me seriously; even this droid makes fun of me stantly! I am doomed!’

  ‘… Wait… since… since when did I have a desire for alcohol? Is that also… ’

  ‘Pressed into the bay seat, I felt dejected. The cruel reality sank to the bottom of my stomach. I was also just about to faint and throw up at the same time from the rapid acceleration.’

  “(Observation, statement): We are entering the outer atmosphere.”

  ‘Following the droid’s statement, the powerful pressure f me into the seat quickly began to let up. Allowing my body to finally rex.’

  “(Scheming, statemeering hyperspa three, two, one.” — ‘Stated the droid. I was too occupied at the moment with breathing, so I only caught the st part of his sentence.’

  “Wait… What, ugh, are we already in space? What did you just say? NO! Don’t you dare to pull that lever!"

  The droid pulled the lever without care and the hyper acceleration began once again pressing the sole passenger into her seat.

  An elongated scream and half a mier, a certain young girl ended up jumping out of her seat and running off toward the toilet while c her mouth with both hands.

  Said girl at the time was thinking along the line of: ‘I am gonna grind this jerk to metal dust and spread its ashes over the surfaustafar.’

  Seemingly, a new vea was born that day.

  Ten mier.

  ‘After ing myself up, I felt humiliated and miserable. On top of that, my head started tain.’

  ‘I didn’t want to see that cursed droid again, having nothing else to do. I walked bay chosen room, sat down, and sulked for a while.’

  ‘Minutes passed until I realized that my childish impulses took ain. So I forced my body to rex. All of those memories I gained finally started to calm down and sort themselves out. I khat it iently caused most of my curreional turmoil. After all, I wasn’t this emotional and spontaneous usually.’

  ‘There were simply too many things going on, too many ges both inside and outside. It was impossible to keep up with them. As if someone swept my legs from under my body only to realize that I didn’t hit the ground which I was standing on, instead fell into water.’

  ‘The memories were stantly fluctuating in my mind, over a whole day now; the worst was iemple. If I looked at almost any item, hundreds of memories appeared before my eyes. In the Ebon Hawk, those appearing memories were more specific. They were Revan’s memories and not sixteen different being’s memories. It was bearable here.’

  “At this rate, a few more days and the memories will settle down enough, and I will be able to trol them through my will. I ’t separate them from my personality pletely, but I will be able to make them more dormant.”

  “It would be dangerous to see randomly appearing memories in crucial moments after all. Like in the middle of a lightsaber fight or a rge-scale battle... Hell, even in the middle of a normal versation, to bnk out randomly, that would be awkward!”

  ‘I guess I am going to sleep now to hasten the process. Then I will ze around the ship, for the rest of the trip, do some light training too... yawn... good night...’

  A few days ter, after exiting hyperspace, in the middle of a space traffic station omospheric border of Corust.

  “So HK, what will we do, on Corust exactly? I mean, I know that we are supposed to che the current teological state of the gaxy, but how will we do that?”

  “(Lecturing, statement): Little meatbag should think before activating its unicator device. My databank states that the now ruling gover is a democratic gactic republic. That means any citizens freely ehe intergactieral archives, located on Corust.”

  “That’s pretty , but childreer too?”

  “(Statement, order): Yes, I will be yuardian in this endeavor as an educator protocol droid. I expect your full attention and respect while I update my database.”

  ‘Yeah sure… you better not think that I fot about your little prank a few days back bastard… The most you expect from me is a swift decapitation. Just wait… I will catch you the ime you go to your charging station… I almost got you yesterday… it ity I fell asleep… again…’

  “Why don’t you just download the eabase? Since we are already going there…”

  “(Statement, disappoi): Impossible, even my superiorly designed memory bank ’t hahat much data. I will only update a few critical ses, then we will leave.”

  “Oh, what a pity… It turns out that you are not so superior after all…”

  “(Deductive statement) My database cludes based on a ten-year-old gaxy wide statistical analysis of different types of droids: you are wrong.”

  “…Sigh… whatever…”

  In the space traffic, trol station, a few kilometers away.

  “Sir we found a suspicious ship!”

  “Suspicious? Why, what did it do?”

  “Nothing sir, the ship is waiting in line orderly, although there is a warrant of caption on this type of ship all over the gaxy from the Jedi Order.”

  “From the Jedi Order, is it stolen or what?”

  “No sir, the warrant is very old, about five hundred years old, to be more crete.”

  “What the hell! What sort of warrant is that?”

  “It says that this ship is a rare type of dynamic-css freighter, and only a handful were ever created uhe time of the Mandalorian Wars. It was the exact type of ship which Revarayer used. It has enormous historical value. The Jedi Temple wishes to buy one. As a relic of war, the price is iable with the current owner.”

  “I see… never seen a warrant for buying a ship before… Those jedi seem to do whatever they want these days. By the way, what is the name of this ship?”

  “I will s it, sir, just a sed. Here...” — The man turned silent looking at the s with a plicated expression.

  “Is there any problem?”

  The man shook his head, but his fused expression was still present.

  “No, sir… It’s just the ’s called Ebon Hawk…”

  “Isn’t that the same as the…?”

  “Yes… some history enthusiast most likely... but the date of assembly is strange, over four thousand years ago... inally certificated, uhe Old Republic, could it be?”

  “Soldier, are y to tell me that it’s an inal one and not just a copy of the ship design? That would mean that the ship survived just over four thousand years and it still works. That’s ridiculous.”

  “It’s what the ser states, sir. What are your orders?”

  The man silently looked out of the window, trying to pick out the ship from hundreds of different ships waiting to be allowed into atmospheric levels. Eventually, he stopped searg for the freighter and said to the man sitting at the sole.

  “Hold up the ship for a while; I will call the temple directly. They will have to pay us a little extra for catg such a rare fish. If this transa proves successful, think of it as an ued bonus, which literally appears every five hundred years. We ’t let it slip through our fingers.”

  The man’s eyes glinted with ing uanding as he said.

  “I will make sure they reach the temple safe and sound.” — The man patted his subordinate’s shoulder.

  “As always, you are qui the uptake, my boy. You will go far with that mi.”