'One day later in the living quarters of my somewhat reconstructed sith temple. I was sitting on an oversized armchair, in a quite depressed mood. My partially opened eyes were looking at a spot on the ceiling. There was nothing interesting there, and that was the point.'
'After the ritual, my mind was overwhelmed with information. Memories, old and new, were jumping around in a hazy storm that reminded me of the cruel sandstorms on Korriban.'
'Reminded me… the very notion of being reminded to something I never actually witnessed or experienced was entirely ridiculous.'
'However, there was one instinct or thought that came back again, and again, and again...'
'Which was to leave this place as soon as possible; staying here was too painful.'
'Too many masters died in this place. The memories I inherited urged me to run away, to leave. The thought of death and solitude lingered in these old corridors. It was a heavy feeling that I never felt before the ritual.'
'I tried to make myself look at the things that I liked here. With the childish thoughts I had before, but it didn't work. Every item and every corner here brought back memories, memories I didn't have before and I didn't want to have now.'
'Every item in these halls had a story and, in most cases, many stories. It was a museum created from the items of the masters, in other words, the members of my family. Yes, many masters thought about their apprentice as their child, or at least their family.'
'It wasn't rare for the masters to speak out loud or in their minds, addressing the future holders of their memories, effectively speaking through time and space.'
'Note to myself, don't do this type of communication in the company of others, especially not out loud or I will be condemned as a crazy individual. I felt an unexpected blush appearing on my cheeks, and I felt an unnatural embarrassment assaulting me out of nowhere...'
'I thought about the potential cause, then realization dawned on me.'
"Oh no, master Ari, that crazy Cerean was locked up once for half a month because of this exact reason..."
'Oh, force help me... I would say that I have second-hand embarrassment, but taking into consideration how the ritual made me act, it is probably first-hand embarrassment... The only silver lining is that it happened hundreds of years ago. Regretably, the memory is as fresh as if it happened yesterday… at least I won't run into anybody who would still remember that…'
'I forcefully shook my head to chase away those thoughts... This whole situation began to look like a poor joke, if you ask me.'
'Anyway, back to the topic. I want to leave this place for the foreseeable future and wander around the galaxy to my heart's content. What I really want is to go to places where the older memories originated, and look at the things I find there, match them with my memories, and find out how much has changed.'
'I also want to move out and add unknown places to the archive, that was, how most of the masters called our shared memories. An archive that was always at hand and completely safe from thieves.'
'Well, it was always at risk from eradication too, in case I die randomly. Even the thought made me cringe; I could not bear it... I can't be the one responsible for the loss of our archive...'
'Well, that was the reason why many masters were afraid of going out, deciding to live a more safe and secluded life, in one of our secret bases spread out all over the galaxy. That living style lead to the stagnation of the archive's information quality.'
'I mean, if you only watch the holo net news, you can't really learn quality information and how do you recognize what is true and what is false or simply a lie? So I will not do something that stupid...'
"I will go out and live my life as I want to. If I die, no one will get the memories and therefore no one could curse me for my stupidity later, heh!"
'There was a powerful shift in the force behind me; it was so sudden and unexpected that I instinctively rolled out of my seat, creating a high-pitched girlish squeak on the way that was cut short when I accidentally head-bumped the corner of the table near my chair...'
"AAAHH!~ Damn that hurt! Curses! What did I do to deserve this misfortune?"
'I was very disoriented and confused, laying on the ground moaning in pain while hugging my head, tears appearing at the edges of my eyes.'
'Why did I have to hit my head, of all things? It was already threatening to split in two… Thanks to that damn ritual!'
'The ritual negative side effects lessened somewhat, but the memory overload of my brain is still there. While my thoughts were all over the place, a craggy, unamused voice resounded in the room.'
"Pathetic."
'Who the heck is this now?'
"Such impudence, to risk your betters hard-earned knowledge in such a blatantly disrespectful way. This same behavior led to the destruction of more than one line of memories in the past. I will not stand by and watch as my own legacy disappears in the dust of time. All because of a sleazy twi'lek girl-child with pink eyes of all."
'My confusion cleared from the sudden scare and unexpected head injury. Then I looked up, narrowing my furious eyes at the huge, ghostly figure towering over me. The moment my gaze fell on the familiar mask, I instinctively gulped with a newfound sense of self preservation. My anger quickly dispersing in the air. With my awfully thin, and somewhat trembling voice, I could only say the name...'
"Re-Revan..." — 'I am so dead…'