'The last remainders of my smirk disappeared hearing that dreadful activating code... My face turned from its natural light grey color into an almost white shade. A few seconds later, I could hear the first heavy robotic steppes closing on our location.'
'Revan was looking at my terrified expression, enjoying and most likely siphoning my suffering and fear.'
'At last, the air pressure door lock opened on the farthest door, as a copper-colored, at least two meters high, fully armored droid walked into the room with an arsenal of different weapons. Many of those weapons were long forgotten, used by bounty hunters to capture or kill force sensitive's under the Mandalorian wars and even before those...'
'Yet the biggest problem was the droid itself, an assassin droid, created by Revan himself, and I was currently in the body of a thirteen-year-old child, without the muscle or stamina that needed to challenge such foe, my body was far from its ideal condition and well, my current bodies midi-chlorian count was only a bit above average...'
'Those numbers are not really important. They are only crude estimations of one's raw force power. With enough knowledge and control over the force, I can achieve almost anything, so those numbers will be more than enough... The only problem is that I am a somewhat clumsy child right now.'
'My body could not withstand the pressure of channeling that much force, either. Don't get me wrong, for a child, I am well built, but looking at it from an adult's perspective, well, you see... I couldn't find a way to deactivate that droid, not even talking about destroying it, especially without a long-range weapon.'
'While the droid came closer, I looked back to Revan with the legendary round pleading eyes of a child, on the verge of crying. The bastard only smirked, then said with glee.'
"Kneel."
"What?" — 'I can't believe this bastard…'
"(Observation, curious, hopeful) Master Revan, is this the meatbag I have to clean out?"
'Revan smiled down at me condescendingly, repeating his words with an ominous tone.'
"Kneel."
'I tentatively glanced at the droid, which was already heating up a flame thrower built into its arm… I gulped, then said.' — "...kay..." — 'I kneeled down slowly, accepting defeat… for now.'
"(Observation, disappointment, realization) Ah, so it was just another slave of masters. One more meatbag to endure. What a pity."
'This droid is even worse than him…'
"It is indeed, HK. You have a new order; from now on you will guard this pitiful excuse of a meatbag with your current body. She will soon start her adventure around the galaxy, and I need you to watch over her if she acts stupid or reckless, endangering my legacy... In that case, I order you to stop her stupidity with force, and save my memories. They are, unfortunately, in her mind right now."
"(Astonished, frustrated) Can't you just create a safe copy of your memories, then eliminate her?"
'Wait… what?'
"No, it doesn't work that way, unfortunately."
'…'
"(Frustrated, resigned) I understand, master, it never ceases to amuse me, the inconvenience of meatbags. Droids are much more sophisticated. I have hundreds of different copies of my memory base. My superiority is unquestionable."
'My superiority is obvious… bla-bla-bla… EH?'
'The droid came over to my silent kneeling form. Causing me to look up with a round pair of eyes…'
'It picked me up, grabbing the back of my clothes with one hand and started to walk out of the room while constantly insulting me in a variety of ways.'
'While silently dangling in the air like a wet cat caught by its owner, I felt another force pulse as Revan's force spirit left.'
'Being in this unique perspective, I had a chance to reevaluate my choices. I sighed…'
"Damn, me and my big mouth..."
"(Observation, surprised) Oh, it speaks."