'The memories were constantly fluctuating in my mind, over a whole day now; the worst was in the temple. 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 control them through my will. I can't separate them from my personality completely, 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 large-scale battle... Hell, even in the middle of a normal conversation, to blank out randomly, that would be awkward!"
'I guess I am going to sleep now to hasten the process. Then I will laze around the ship, for the rest of the trip, do some light training too... yawn... good night...'
A few days later, after exiting hyperspace, in the middle of a space traffic station on the atmospheric border of Coruscant.
"So HK, what will we do, on Coruscant exactly? I mean, I know that we are supposed to check on the current technological state of the galaxy, but how will we do that?"
"(Lecturing, statement): Little meatbag should think before activating its communicator device. My databank states that the now ruling government is a democratic galactic republic. That means any citizens can freely enter the intergalactic general archives, located on Coruscant."
"That's pretty neat, but can children enter too?"
"(Statement, order): Yes, I will be your guardian 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 forgot about your little prank a few days back bastard… The most you can expect from me is a swift decapitation. Just wait… I will catch you the next time you go to your charging station… I almost got you yesterday… it was a pity I fell asleep… again…'
"Why don't you just download the entire database? Since we are already going there…"
"(Statement, disappointment): Impossible, even my superiorly designed memory bank can't handle that much data. I will only update a few critical sections, then we will leave."
"Oh, what a pity… It turns out that you are not so superior after all…"
"(Deductive statement) My database concludes based on a ten-year-old galaxy wide statistical analysis of different types of droids: you are wrong."
"…Sigh… whatever…"
In the space traffic, control 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 galaxy 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 concrete."
"What the hell! What sort of warrant is that?"
"It says that this ship is a rare type of dynamic-class freighter, and only a handful were ever created under the time of the Mandalorian Wars. It was the exact type of ship which Revan the betrayer used. It has enormous historical value. The Jedi Temple wishes to buy one. As a relic of war, the price is negotiable 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 scan it, sir, just a second. Here..." — The man turned silent looking at the screen with a complicated expression.
"Is there any problem?"
The man shook his head, but his confused expression was still present.
"No, sir… It's just the name… It'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... Originally certificated, under the Old Republic, could it be?"
"Soldier, are you trying to tell me that it's an original 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 scanner 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 searching for the freighter and said to the man sitting at the console.
"Hold up the ship for a while; I will call the temple directly. They will have to pay us a little extra for catching such a rare fish. If this transaction proves successful, think of it as an unexpected bonus, which literally appears every five hundred years. We can't let it slip through our fingers."
The man's eyes glinted with cunning understanding 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 quick on the uptake, my boy. You will go far with that mindset."