Jaw Breaker
Author Note: I am sure you already realized this, but I don't own anything in this story, especially the Revan. Sorry if that is a shock. If I did though, I wouldn't be here. I would be at the beach. Please R & R though I don't know what 'R & R' is. All I know is, good writers put it. Thanks for reading! And it SUCKS, I know. By the way, Revan is a girl. BTW, this is my first fanfiction.
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"Lalala- oooo lala," The future Darth Lord Malak sang for his audition for Sith got talent in an unnaturally high voice.
"What a lovely soprano!" The director nodded. "Lovely, indeed.
Malak smiled. "Thank you, miss," Malak replied in his normal voice. He checked his watch. "Well, I am sorry but I might be late for my Darth Lord of the Sith counseling classes.
The director nodded as he turned away to go down the dark corridor, where he found Revan, grinning ear to ear.
"What?" Malak looked down. "Did I put my sith robes on backwards?"
"Force, no. Though that would be funny. Whatever. The point is, do u know what a soprano is?" She chuckled.
Malak blushed. Then, he quickly smoothed his features."Should i? Anyway, how do you know she said that to me?" Malak replied.
"I have my ways. Just answer the question."
"Ok, ok . . . . no I don't," When Revan smiled, he sighed, frustrated. "What?!"
"It is a high solo."
"What the hell is funny about that?!" Malak asked, his face red.
"It's just. . . . your just . . just not that . . personality. Anyway, don't you have some counseling thing?" Revan stammered.
Malak ran out of the corridor and into the street at Coruscant. Force. Revan really needed to get a life. All she did to him was make him angry.
In all of his thoughts, Malak didn't notice that a swoop gang was walking toward him. . .
"HEY PUNK," The gang ran toward him.
"Wha! What do- do you want?" Malak tried to hide the fact that he was scared.
The gang member didn't answer. He checked Malak pokects.
"Hey . . . dudes . . look at this, "The swoop gang member said it fascination as he held the light saber. "So sparkly. . ."
"Whoa, man!" a member said. "Wait- look at this button." He pressed the button.
The light saber ignited. Fournuatly, No one was hurt. Except Malak. The lightsaber had cute his jaw almost off.
The swoop gang member looked at the others in horror. "Here buddy, I didn't mean to do that," he said as Malak emitted another scream. " Ok- I know JUST how to help you." The gang member pushed the light saber till it cut off Malak 's jaw off.
" Ugh. Blood. . . cmon guys. Lets bail before the juvies catch us!" they ran away as the Czerka Health System drove in. . . .
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In The hospital
"Is he ok," Revan asked, looking at the droid who was making the jaw holder.
The surgeon nodded. "Oh yes. He is in good hands.
Revan looked at the surgeon's moldy hands with all the warts, even on the nails. Ugh. "Yeah, sure."
Malak woke up with a start. "Que hof'ra gesr? Que? Hajesh ey?"
"What is he saying?" Revan asked. The doctor said he was speaking in Spanish. "That is not Spanish. Fix that puh lease!"
The doctor fixed the speaker translator. "Erehw ma i? Naver? Mi yrros- eht poows gnag tsuj dekcatacked em dna haey," Malak said in the Rakatan ancient language.
The droid fixed it again. " Revan- I am sorry. I didn't mean to fail you."
Revan sighed. Malak could be such an idiot sometimes. "just don't do it again.
With that, Revan walked out, leaving a candy wrapper behind. .
Please R & R. Sorry if it sucked. That is why Malak has the weird jaw thing!
