"It starts with 'l' and ends in 'ightsaber'."

"Goodness, use a lightsaber, me? What do you take me for, one of those useless field agents that can't even slice open a low security door?" he sniffs. "I am above such things."

...

He uses a lightsaber to open the door.

The door obligingly opens.

"Oh, you got it. Maybe you won't need to sign up for that workshop."

"Definitely not," he agrees, loftily.

In he goes.

All right, he'd like to sabotage this place so that it stops working in a way that doesn't look like it's been sabotaged, preferably that it stops working in such a way that it requires the personal attention of a lot of very smart people to fix. Is there an obvious mechanism by which he can make that happen from what he can feel of the layout, or does he need to investigate a bit further to find something that'll do?

There's a big important-looking conveyor belt running through the center of the place. At several points it goes through complicated machinery.

Hmmm! That looks promisingly like he can get something stuck in that so it'll break in a horrible fashion and cascade fail to break some complicated machinery. Yes, good, that'll be his target. Now to figure out how to make it look like an accident.

How well guarded is it?

There are continually workers attending to some piece or other of it. A few soldiers, here and there.

Hm.

He finds a good out of the way spot to sit where no one's likely to find him, to feel the inner workings of the machine. Force users get all kinds of ways to cheat, he might as well indulge.

There are lots of moving parts he could knock over. Like this one. It feels important.

Oo, yes, that looks good.

But before he shoots the gundark's nest (or begins the distraction, depending on his mood), he feels he should softly ask - "Would you appreciate it if I got you a line into the databanks here, or should I skip it?"

"It'd be helpful, if you've got the time. Three doors down."

"Can do."

He can successfully sneak three doors down, but is the room behind this fabled door empty?

Except for a computer terminal and a holocomm, yeah.

Excellent.

He may not be able to open a door without a lightsaber, but it doesn't take very much skill to get an SIS operative access. Just take the transmitter, plug it into an available slot, and wait patiently. Oh, and watch for anyone that might happen across this process, but he has the Force, that part's easy.

"All right, I'm registering the transmitter. Receiving da-" ksssshht "-ng on, getting some inter-" KSSSHHHTTT

"That's probably bad," observes Revan with a sigh. And this mission had been going so well, too.

No sign of an alarm, though? Everyone outside of this room, still operating as normal? No sign of any Sith or anything?

Everything seems normal. Except that the holocomm is indicating there's an incoming call.

...

Yeah, okay.

He answers it.

The image of a bald man in armor, with a respirator covering his lower jaw appears.

His voice is deep and rough. "The famed Revan. I had thought the reports mistaken."

He recognizes this person.

"I didn't know I had a secret admirer. Hello, Darth Malgus."

He inclines his head in a nod.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I regret this meeting could not be in person, but I thought it best to remove temptation for now. I have no wish to fight you."

Revan inclines his head as well. Might as well be polite.

"Really? And why's that?"

"At one time, you saw that the galaxy was weak, and decided to make it stronger. I respect such determination."

It had been weird to hear Sith praise and revere Darth Revan when he'd gone to Korriban, before he'd been captured by the Emperor. They talked about him like he was the pinnacle of the Sith, while the once-Sith Lord stood in front of them, disguising his bemusement. They hadn't recognized him, of course; when he'd been a Sith Lord he'd taken care to always wear his mask in public, all too aware of how much easier it is to remember a mask than a face. All too careful to lose the precious resource of anonymity in a pinch.

He might have expected this to be weirder, but it isn't, really. Weird that Malgus speaks of something that happened centuries ago when it feels like just a couple of years, but not all that weird. It feels like it was several lifetimes ago, like he had been a different man many times over. The Sith Lord to the amnesiac to the hero to the victim to whatever he is now. Such a long, long time ago, remnants from a galaxy so impossibly far away. But the directed praise itself doesn't feel strange - however much this man has lied to himself about who Darth Revan was, at least he recognizes him. At least he's depositing his misapprehensions on the correct altar. Hasn't he dealt with so many misapprehensions, in the past? What's one more set?

"Thank you," he says. He tilts his head slightly, in lieu of a question. And why haven't you started up the alarm? What do you want?