"It is Darth Revan to you. Consider yourself lucky to be in my presence." — 'I gritted my teeth as the ghostly form continued to insult me.' — "I have sensed a mild disturbance in the force, a while back. It seems I was right in my assumption… that old fool has finally kicked the bucket."
'I sensed a spike of pain in my heart followed by righteous anger. Revan or not, what does he think to insult my dear master? Right in front of me.'
"He had a certain talent, and I believed that my line was in the right hands with him… At least for a while. I couldn't have been more wrong. That senile idiot left the most ancient of all our memory lines in the hands of a barely trained uninitiated street waif. His softness and emotions clearly blinded his judgement, creating this… catastrophic situation."
'I felt his radiating disgust and biting scrutiny on my skin. He easily pierced me with his sharp gaze, bypassing my mental defences sensing my anger, sadness, grief and also my fear.'
'I caught a yellow glint through the dark visor of his helmet, then sensed the immense malice coming of his ghostly presence in powerful waves.'
'I couldn't help but shiver in its shadow.'
'He was once a true Darth lord. The influence of channeling the dark side without reservation always leaves behind a deep scar on one's body and mind.'
'A scar that never heals entirely. Thanks to my memories, I knew that I had nothing to fear, since a force ghost or force apparition has only a limited arsenal to influence the physical world aside from certain special places which they are bound to.'
'Therefore, even one as powerful as Revans could not hurt someone with as much knowledge of the force as me. Yet the legends and memories I had gained after the ritual made Revan look like a godly, all-knowing and all-powerful entity.'
'Those memories and my general confusion clouded my judgment, and I was scared witless by his sudden appearance. It didn't really help that I actually had his memories, and so I knew most of those legends were true, if a bit exaggerated.'
"Ah-eh?… First-grandmaster Revan, I didn't mean it that way. I-I just wanted to... to explore and expand our knowledge of the galaxy, you see... I might have become a bit overexcited… but that's all…"
"Silence!" — 'He shouted.'
'I squeaked in my fright, once again managing to embarrass myself. Face turning red rapidly. There were no more excuses to be made.'
"Stop creating those utterly embarrassing sounds! Aren't you ashamed of yourself? You have more than five thousand years of memories. How can you still act like a child?" — 'Revan raged on, and to my stupidity. My mind decided to come up with a cheeky response at a time like this.'
"B-but, I am still a child. My body is definitely that of a child's! And it's not like the ritual overrules the core personality, it just expands the mind with new layers of knowledge separated from the core. Therefore, even my mentality should be considered that of a genuine child's. Albeit one with a shocking amount of lexical and practical knowledge. Even if I can't control it that well yet, he-he."
'Revan glared at me as if he was contemplating to smother me in a spoonful of water.'
"Did you just explained me the workings of a force technique I myself created? How enlightening?" — 'He didn't sound amused to me…'
"I should have made it into a primary dogma to forbid the use of the memory transfer technique on children. Even if that means the end of the line… I can't seem to accept this humiliation. I hoped against hope that the memories will have enough power to overwrite the general stupidity of a careless child!"
"Hey! I had enough of this. Stop insulting me and my master, you stupid prick!" — 'I shouted at the translucent bastard.'
"At least you continue to impress me with your irritating nature… and sheer lack of intelligence."
'Did he just called me stupid again? I had enough of this!'
"Excuse me!? Am I the stupid one now? I don't know about that, at least I had enough guts to show my face without a stupid mask, Mr. big nose!" — 'Oh yes, that hit a nerve isn't it? I am in possession of his memories. That means I knew his secret… hehe~!'
'The victorious smirk quickly froze on my face, though.'
'I immediately regretted saying those words. I wanted to apologize, but the threatening silence that engulfed the room made those words stuck in my throat... '
'For whatever reason, though, a sense of haughtiness rose inside me, winning over logic and useless stuff like that. It decided to pour more oil on the already burning fire.'
"Anyway, what could you do about it? You are just a force ghost after all, humph!"
'There was a dangerous spike of anger, and a cloud of malice and hate began to fill the room. My confidence quickly started to waver as I watched the sadistically cringing eyes of Revan.'
'I could only see his eyes, since his big nose was miraculously out of sight.'
'My lips curved to a smirk as I imagined his giant nose under the mask. He quickly realized the cause of my smirk, it was not that hard really, since I was stupidly staring at the place where his nose ought to be.'
'Suddenly I felt an awful premonition. I looked up into his eyes, and they were already turned into glowing golden rings. When he saw that my attention was back on him, he voiced out a few lines of words practically dripping with malice.'
"I may be a force spirit, but you had forgotten who exactly built this sith temple in the first place. Activate unit HK-47!" — 'His cold voice rang out in the hall.'