How Malak Lost His Jaw

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A/N: Thanks to Alice the Raven for beta reading this for me. Your help was much appreciated.

Clad in crimson and black, two Sith lords emerged from the ancient ruins on the planet of Dantooine and strode into the harsh sunlight. Revan walked ahead, her dark robes flowing behind her as gentle gusts of wind blew across the grassy plains. Malak followed behind her, his powerful body rippling under his blood-red bodysuit. He was, for once, silent, contemplating the task that lay ahead of himself and his master.

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Hidden in the darkness, lay a creature of extreme power. Indeed powerful, but in its ancient mind, it ever hungered for more, wishing to be the greatest sentient being in existence. Two humans passed it, unaware of its presence and unaware that their own power was drawing it to them. It focused on the larger human, sensing that this one would provide it with enough power to eradicate the other. It coiled its lithe body, tensing its powerful legs as it aimed itself at the man. The muscles, twitched, released, and the creature sprung...

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Malak cried out as something blurred across his face, destroying his jaw under its sheer power. Malak staggered, his hands coming up disbelievingly to his face as he felt his ruined jaw, or rather the place where his jaw should have been. His hands covered in his own blood, Malak collapsed onto the ground, staring in horror at the foul beast that had deformed him.

The bright red gizka made a strange warbling noise as Malak faded into unconsciousness, the sound of Revan's hysterical laughter ringing in his ears.