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Knights of the Old Republic

Ahmose Inarus

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Criminal Minds, and I most certainly do NOT own Star Wars.

SLASH WARNING!!! H/R

Chapter 10

PLANET: CAROSI

LOCATION: DEVIL’S DOME PLEASURE-DOME, HUTT DISTRICT

TIME: EARLY EVENING

Reid stood down in the dark pit of Vi’Tani, watching Elle just stand there, smirking. Obviously, she would not be helping him.

“Elle…” Reid gasped, grief overwhelming him. But he couldn’t mourn for long. Steeling himself, he turned. “Oh!” He gasped and swung his Lightsaber, slicing the tip off of a tentacle that had been about to snare his arm. Reid moved back against the wall, stumbling over something. He looked down. Two old Lightsabers lay at his feet, tarnished… Reid began to look around.

The remains of past victims littered the ground… bones… shredded clothes… Reid’s stomach turned. He saw a few Jedi robes, dirty and torn, more damaged Lightsabers… The skull of an Aqualish sat by his left foot…

He lunged forward, slicing another five tentacles as they reached out to grab him. He tried to block out the laughter and jeers from the spectators. Without hesitating, Reid jumped. He used the Force to propel himself upwards, but when he reached the hatch, Lee threw out his hand.

Reid yelped as Lee Force Threw him back. Reid flew through the air, twisting about to try and at least control his fall… he was heading straight for the central bloom of a very large, mature Vi’Tani. Reid crossed his arms, and as he reached the Vi’Tani, he slashed right through it, pod, tentacles and all. To his shock, it let out a horrible screeching sound. The remaining tentacles writhed and thrashed before falling still. But that only seemed to send the others into a frenzy. Reid stared around, eyes wide… his heart was pounding.

He raised the two Lightsabers and leapt into action. The spectators cheered loudly as the glowing blades became two spinning blurs of green and blue, pruning the Vi’Tani Pods.

The Force flowed through the young Jedi, fueling his strength and preventing him from tiring. But as more and more of the Vi’Tani tentacles joined in the fray, the Jedi’s concentration began to suffer… he was finding it harder and harder to keep track of them all, even with the help of the Force… It was only a matter of time before he was unable to stop one… and that one managed to get through his defenses.

Reid cried out as his left wrist was snared, and Elle’s Lightsaber fell to the ground. Reid hesitated, trying to regain his balance. But that hesitation was all the Vi’Tani needed. He felt one wrap around his neck and jerk him off balanced, and another wrapped around his left knee and right wrist. His own Lightsaber fell from his hand.

“No…” Reid gasped, and fear flooded through him. He closed his eyes and focused, then sent a blast of Force energy out, trying to throw his assailants back… but they were rooted to the ground… and the serpentine appendages of the Vi’Tani Pods did not relinquish their hold.

Reid whimpered, thrashing. But he felt the vines coiling around his body… his arms and legs… one around his waist… and then he was lifted off of his feet. He cried out in horror, thrashing. He heard the spectators cheering wildly, and he felt tears burning his eyes as he heard them encouraging the Vi’Tani to tear into him… break him… kill him…

Panic flooded through him… a jolting heat shot down his arms.

The spectators leapt back with shocked gasps and exclamations when the bluish white lightning crackled through the pit, bursting from the young Jedi’s fingertips. The Vi’Tani thrashed and writhed under the onslaught… one fell still. But this only seemed to anger the others...

Reid shouted in horror when he felt a tentacle slipping over his shoulder and wriggling under his tunic, sliding down the skin of his chest. Another followed a moment later. Then another, and another. His robe fluttered to the floor, and his ears were assaulted by the sound of his clothes ripping. His belts and boots were tugged from his body, and then bit by bit he could feel his skin being exposed to the cool, moist air of the pit. Goosebumps rose on his skin and his nipples hardened in response to the temperature change.

Still he fought… he refused to give in… He was NOT going to die like this!!!

But there was little he could do as he was held aloft over a cluster of mature Vi’Tani, facing up towards the light fixtures in the ceiling… As more and more tentacles wrapped around him he fell still, the strength of his body well overpowered by the combined efforts of the Vi’Tani.

Then, the tip of a Feeder came into his line of sight, moving towards his face as his arms and leg were dragged out away from his body. His eyes widened as he felt something slither up his inner thigh… he could feel it was a Planter, its three little yellow feelers probing around between his legs to determine his gender.

“No… please…” Reid begged, struggling desperately. The Feeder moved closer, seeking out his mouth. Reid immediately closed it, squeezing his eyes shut. He flinched when he felt the Feeder feel over his face and trace the seam of his lips. It pushed against them, but Reid clenched his teeth, cringing at the feeling of the thick sap being smeared over his face. He whimpered when he felt the curious Planter gently feeling his genitals.

Then, for a moment, everything was still…

Suddenly, the tentacle around his neck tightened. Reid’s eyes flew wide open and he thrashed. His legs were pulled wide apart and his vision swam with the image of nearly a dozen tentacles hovering over him before swarming in.

His throat was squeezed until he couldn’t breath. He arched his back and opened his mouth, desperately trying to suck air into his lungs. But instead, the questing Feeder thrust into his mouth and all the way to the back of his throat. Only a moment later, his mouth and throat were filled with the thick, sweet nectar. Unable to spit it out all he could do was swallow, and as soon as he did his neck was released. A moment later, a second Feeder forced its way into his mouth with the first, forcing his jaw as wide as it could go. The flow of sap increased and Reid’s eyes were widened in panic as all he could do was drink the nectar between breaths that he had to take through his nose.

He didn’t even notice the inquisitive tentacles on his chest until he felt the sweet spikes of pleasure when they suddenly began to tease his nipples, creating a soft suction around them; how, he did not know… Nor could he see the feelers on a Planter spreading the mouth of the tentacle wide before it swallowed his penis whole, and a moment later his scrotum was engulfed by another. His screams were muffled and his struggles insignificant. Two little feelers wrapped around the base of his awakening arousal, while the third retreated back inside of the Planter to probe at the slit at the head of the victim’s penis. But it wasn’t satisfied with just probing… it only paused a moment before the feeler slipped in and slithered all the way down his narrow urethra, making him jerk violently.

The nectar continued to flow down his throat and into his stomach, and as Elle had explained, Reid could already feel himself coming under its influence… it was getting harder to move… harder to fight… and there was a heat pooling in the pit of his stomach and beginning to trickle into the rest of his body. He writhed and moaned softly, the pleasure beginning to make itself known as more Vi’Tani vines stroked his flat stomach and trembling flanks.

He didn’t see the seven or eight Planters between his legs, engaged in what appeared to be a battle to see who would have the right to be the first to seek a nesting site within his body. Unsurprisingly, it was the largest that won that right, and with a thickness approximately that of Reid’s wrist, twice as thick as most of them, the victorious Planter moved in between the youth’s parted thighs, its feelers slipping out of the tip and wiggling between his buttocks. Reid merely twitched, unable to focus long enough to realize the goal of the thing touching him where no one but Aaron ever had… Not until he felt something the size of a finger slip into him. His closed eyes snapped open, and his heart skipped a beat.

No… No no no… he couldn’t let it! Even one egg being laid within him would mean his death! He renewed his efforts to escape. He tried to focus enough to use the Force… he tried to summon his Lightsaber to his hand, he tried to create the Lightning, he tried to do something… ANYTHING… but a feeler stroked his prostate and his focus was completely obliterated.

Another feeler slithered into him, stroking his inner walls with the first… then came a third. He was moaning and writhing now, bucking his hips into the tentacles that had fastened themselves onto his genitals. Then, the three feelers within him stopped their teasing touches. Slowly they stretched his entrance out, and his eyes widened as he felt that tight, protective ring of muscle being pried open.

Then, something was pressing against his entrance… something big… thick… he felt it convulse slightly, and then a thick slime was ejaculated… a wave of nausea passed over Reid when he felt the feelers spreading this substance around his passage, both inside and out; he was being prepared and lubricated for penetration…

The voices around him reached his ears as he closed his eyes in fear.

“FUCK HIM RAW!!!” One howled.

“MAKE THE BASTARD BLEED!!!” Screeched another.

“STUFF HIM ‘TIL HE RIPS OPEN!!!”

Tears finally fell from his eyes… he couldn’t believe that these people were calling for him to be violated and destroyed for their own amusement… it wasn’t right… it was… sick…

The feelers were opening him up again… then, there was a soft pressure at his entrance… the Planter seemed to stroke the slickened orifice… gently caress it… then, it stilled for a breath, before violently plunging into the vulnerable body, thrusting in hard and deep, burrowing its way into the boy’s core.

Eyes flew wide open, tears of shock and pain filling them. A head was thrown back as a scream erupted from a violated throat, that not even the violating masses could fully muffle. A back arched dramatically, going so far that one might fear that it would snap. And hips bucked up, before the body began to writhe in both unendurable pain and overwhelming pleasure as the thick appendage began to take up a demanding pace, viciously thrusting in and out of the violated body until, despite the lubrication and preparation, blood began to flow.

The sadistic crowd exploded into raucous applause and shrieks of delight as the almost-gentle foreplay erupted into such a spectacularly violent assault.

And still the screams continued. The sensations running through the youth’s body had completely overwhelmed him. All thought and sense had left him, and all he had was the pain and pleasure that had filled him. His screams faded to pleading gasps and moans, and he began to alternately tighten and release his inner muscles, trying to add to his own enjoyment. He was no longer merely swallowing the nectar that spilled down his throat, but eagerly suckling the tentacles in his mouth, greedily gulping down all that they gave forth and still wanting more.

It was so much… it was TOO much… His orgasm hit him harder than an Ion Cannon. He came with a scream, his seed spilling out around the feeler in his urethra and into the mouth of the Planter that was stimulating him. And that was what the Planter had been waiting for.

Within moments, all the Vi’Tani knew that the first orgasm had been achieved; the body was ready to accept their eggs.

The spectators in the gallery began stomping their feet and clapping their hands in some kind of twisted mockery of a drum roll as a thick bulge appeared at the base of the large Planter tentacle that was embedded within the trembling body. It began to make its way up the twenty foot long tentacle, higher and higher, closer and closer to the helpless victim. The boy’s body writhed as the Planter pushed in deeper and deeper, seeking out the right place. Intense pain shot through the young man’s abdomen as the Planter finally chose a spot. And once it did, the bulge in the tentacle began to ascend faster.

The closer it got to the victim, the faster the stomping, the more intense the clapping, the louder the cheers were. Eyes and other optical sensors gleamed in a sick delight and mouths were twisted in cruel grins as they laughed in a sinister glee, panted in a sick anticipation and even arousal, and some even salivated…

So loud was the chaos, that none heard the sound of boots in the corridor, or the heavy breathing of a man who had been in an all out dash. None noticed Aaron Hotchner skid into the gallery and look around.

He took in the excited state of the mob, then he turned and looked down into the pit. His stomach clenched… Vi’Tani Pods… of all the sick, twisted things in the universe, these organisms were some of the most vile, hated things… and they were outlawed… it was forbidden for them to be removed from the planet Ryloth, to avoid scenarios such as this…

As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, they were drawn to the pale figure of the unfortunate soul who had been thrown to these creatures. His eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat… he felt sick.

A tall, slender figure… lithe arms and legs, slim hips, narrow waist, white skin and tousled chestnut curls…

“No…” He gasped. He was stunned… he felt sick… he couldn’t move. Never had he imagined this… Spencer. His teammate... His lover…

And then, he saw the bulge in the tentacle, moving towards his mate. It was only four feet away… The two Feeders slipped out of his mouth, and trails of nectar ran down his face from his lips. His eyes were glazed and filled with wanton lust. Three feet…

“NO!” Hotch shouted and ran through the gallery, looking for the hatch to get into the pit. His eyes remained on the bulge in the tentacle… the egg… three inches wide, five inches long, and bearing a long, painful death within its shell…

Two feet…

He saw the hatch on the other side of the pit. “SPENCER!!!” He screamed, his heart in his throat. Elle was standing by the hatch, a smirk on her face as she watched. Hotch was confused.

One foot…

Why was Elle just standing there? What was going on? He would have to worry about that later.

The bulge inched closer… the tentacles coiled up and down Reid’s legs spread them wider and forced his knees up towards his chest… other Planters slithered between his legs and their feelers wiggled into his entrance and began to pull on the already stretched flesh, forcing it wider still. Reid merely winced and let out a soft grunt of discomfort, his mind too foggy from the orgasm and continued stimulation to understand what was happening.

The crowd was in a violent frenzy… Hotch was frantic, eyes wide as he watched the bulge… It had reached the boy’s body… It was pressing against the tight ring of muscle… the feelers pulled harder… opened him up more… Reid winced again and whined in pain… The Planter gave a sharp thrash, and the bulge finally forced its way through the barrier.

Reid’s entire body jerked as he let out a scream of agony. The tentacles loosened their hold on him, maintaining just enough to keep him held aloft, but they allowed him to thrash and fight, then curl up into the fetal position as he clutched his stomach, feeling the bulge in the Planter moving through his bowels towards the site that had been chosen. And finally, it was there. The Planter expelled the egg, followed by a gush of a thick, sticky paste that covered the egg and secured it to the chosen site.

Reid went completely limp, gasping for breath and staring off into space as he felt the Planter leave his body… For a moment the pain died down and he had the presence of mind to remember where he was, and realize what had just happened. His heart dropped, and tears ran down his face as he accepted that he was going to die.

Hotch reached the hatch and opened it. But as he was about to leap into the pit, there was a hand on his shoulder.

“If you go in, there’s no coming out.” Elle told him. “You’ll die there.” Hotch turned and looked at her.

“Then so be it. I won’t leave him like that.”

“The damage is done. He’s going to die.”

“But not alone.” Hotch told her. “… Why?!”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Elle… You can still redeem yourself. Help me!” Hotch pleaded.

“… Help yourself.” Elle snorted, then turned to her new master. “Lee… If he’s here, so are the others.”

“Then we take our leave.” The Twi’Lek said, and they walked away. Hotch’s heart fell when he watched Elle leave, but only for a moment. He would worry about her later. He turned and leapt into the pit, two bright yellow lights bursting forth from the hilts of the Lightsabers he held in each hand. He hit the ground running, eyes focused on the Planters battling one another between Spencer’s legs, fighting for the right to be the next to lay their egg within him.

“SPENCER!!!”

Reid twitched, and he opened his eyes.

“Spencer!”

He blinked, and slowly turned his head.

“… Aaron?”

“I’m coming!” The man shouted, and Reid’s eyes widened. His heart leapt.

“Aaron!” He cried, and began to struggle. But the Vi’Tani were growing excited; they had sensed the presence of another potential host to lay their eggs in.

Hotch’s eyes burned in fury, and he snarled. The Force flowed through him, enhancing his speed as he weaved and darted between the tentacles aiming to capture him. His eyes focused on Reid, he didn’t notice the one that suddenly stretched out across his path.

“AH!” He yelped, tripping and pitching forwards. His training kicked in and he turned his fall into a roll and came up on his knees, slicing a young Vi’Tani in two. It let out a horrible screech and its remaining tentacles thrashed, before collapsing to the ground, limp. The ground underfoot seemed to rumble with the anger of the other Pods, and Hotch looked around as he was surrounded by writhing vines. He narrowed his eyes and then flung his arms outward, watching as tentacles were blown back by the Force. And with the tentacles out of the way, he leapt forwards and plunged his blades into the bulbous base of a large Vi’Tani. It screeched and thrashed before its tentacles fell to the ground and didn’t move.

Hotch whirled as Lightning crackled overhead. As always, he paused for a moment to admire the power his lover wielded through the Force. But then the Vi’Tani turned their attention back onto the youth. Reid cried out, fighting as the Vi’Tani began to work his body again, caressing his nipples, massaging his penis and stroking over his throat, abdomen and inner thighs, while forcing his legs apart again.

Several Planters slithered up his thighs, teasing his entrance with their feelers. He began to gasp softly at the gentle probing as his length began to harden within the sheath of the planter and around the feeler that was still sliding in and out of his urethra, wriggling the entire time.

“SPENCER!” Hotch shouted, seeing the boy’s eyes glaze over as his body went limp under the onslaught of physical pleasure. A couple of Feeders crept up on him, and one brushed over his lips. Reid twitched, then turned and opened his mouth compliantly, already lapping up the sweet nectar that was dribbling from the tip. The Feeder slipped into his mouth and into the back of his throat. It was joined a moment later by a second one, and Reid moaned in appreciation as he began to gorge himself on the sap that flowed generously.

Hotch desperately fought his way towards the younger man as he saw a Planter maneuver itself into position, stroking and massaging the boy’s already well-abused and well-lubricated entrance. The feelers began to open him up, but the Planter was impatient. Reid’s eyes rolled back into his head and he groaned loudly as the Planter pushed into him, immediately taking up a strong rhythm, pumping in and out of his body.

Hotch let out a roar of frustration and anger as his ankles were snatched and he fell forward onto his knees. When he turned to free himself with his Lightsaber, first one wrist was snared, then the other… Hotch thrashed, turned all of his focus on one very large Vi’Tani and with one massively powerful blast of the Force, the Pod was literally ripped right out of the ground and thrown on it’s side. It’s tentacles thrashed as it squealed in distress.

The other Vi’Tani nearby reached out with their own tentacles, assisting it in righting itself. Its roots burrowed back into the ground and then it sat there, shivering for a moment before snaking its tentacles up towards Reid, prodding at his already occupied mouth and nether regions… its Feeder pressed against Reid’s lips, but with two Feeders already in his mouth, there was no room… but the Planter wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Its feelers slipped into Reid’s body around the Planter already there, and a moment later, the Planter muscled its way in.

Reid cried out, arching his back and writhing as the two Planters thrust in and out… in and out… pleasure flooded through him, overpowering the pain even as a third Planter began to gently slip its feelers into him, curiously seeking whether or not it could enter as well… And a moment later, it did. A horrible shriek echoed over the pit as the third Planter pierced the helpless youth’s body and joined the other two in pumping in and out. Within seconds, Reid convulsed as he was overtaken by a second unwanted orgasm.

The spectators in the gallery cheered with wild abandon as Hotch let out a ragged cry as he found himself immobilized, tentacles sliding under his clothes and beginning to rip them off of his toned body. His eyes remained on his lover about fifteen feet overhead as he thrust his hips into the ongoing stimulation. He strained against the tentacles holding him, trying to get to his lover and tear him away from the Vi’Tani assaulting him. His helplessness was the most agonizing thing he had ever faced as he saw one of the Planters within his lover beginning to push in further… deeper… And he knew it was searching for a nesting site.

Hotch was now naked, and a Feeder slithered towards his mouth. His eyes flashed and he turned, lunging and sinking his teeth into the Feeder tentacle below the tip, literally ripping a piece out of it. The Vi’Tani it belonged to squealed and retreated, holding its wounded tentacle close. More began to wrap around him, caressing his chest and stomach, hips and thighs… teasing his nipples and rubbing over his scrotum… then he felt something probing the slit at the head of his penis, and a moment later he shouted in horror as a feeler wriggled down inside of it.

His legs were forced open and he felt feelers exploring his nether regions, moving over his perineum and between his buttocks before finding his entrance. He was bent over on his knees, feelers beginning to pry at his tight orifice, pulling it open. Then he felt a warm, thick slime ooze over his entrance and the feelers began to spread it around… then came a pressure, and then he gasped in horrified shock as his body was breached by a Planter which immediately took up long, powerful thrusts within him. Hotch opened his mouth in a wordless snarl, and a Feeder took the opportunity to force its way in and begin to pour its sap down the Jedi Knight’s throat.

Then a shriek of delight was heard from the spectator gallery, and Hotch’s heart froze.

The audience had begun stomping their feet and clapping their hands… And gradually, they were getting louder and faster… Hotch raised his eyes, and then they widened. He began thrashing and gyrating wildly, trying to break free as he saw the bulge in one of the Planters making its way up the tentacle towards Reid’s vulnerable form. A moment later, another appeared in the second tentacle. Hotch felt sick to his stomach as he watched the progress of the eggs up the long Planters.

Despite the tentacles on and in him, he closed his eyes and tried to focus. He opened his hand and his eyes opened and darted to the side. A moment later, a tarnished Lightsaber flew into his hand and a brilliant orange blade flashed into existence on either side of the hilt. With a twist of his wrist, the tentacle restraining his arm was sliced in two. He twisted at the waist and cut through the tentacles wrapped around his ankles and thighs, and the one that was inside of him. He cringed when it thrashed within him before falling out and twitching on the ground, but he didn’t hesitate to leap to his feet and lunge towards his mate, eyes on the two bulges that were drawing closer. A moment later, the third Planter within the boy began to move its own egg up it’s sinewy length, this one moving faster than the others, eager to be planted in the soft warmth of the supple young body.

“AAHHNG!!!” Hotch shouted as a Feeder caught him around the throat and jerked him back. He was slammed down on his back, the Lightsaber falling from his grasp. He arched his back as he fought to bring air into his lungs after having the wind knocked out of him. But that was all it took for the Vi’Tani to subdue him once and for all. A large Feeder shoved its way into his throat and the sap poured into his stomach. Countless vines coiled around his body, enveloping his arms and his legs and his torso, rendering him unable to move at all. He let out an angry roar of pain as a Planter buried itself into him, thrusting in and out and whether he liked it or not, making his eyes roll back in his skull in pleasure.

Overhead, the first of the eggs was nearing Reid’s body. Hotch thrashed helplessly, fighting against the influence of the nectar that was flowing through him, its effects encouraging him to relax and give in. His mind swam, but he was able to concentrate just enough to harness the power of the Force to combat the nectar and keep his focus on the situation, instead of losing himself in the physical pleasure and drugged euphoria, as Reid had… no matter how strong the boy was in the Force he was still young, inexperienced and vulnerable…

“HNNG!” Hotch cried in protest as the first of the three bulges reached the young Jedi Apprentice. Tears of anguish at his own failure threatened to breach his eyes as the feelers stretched the boy’s entrance wide open, and with a thrash from the Planter and a scream from the victim, the egg was forced inside. And the screaming didn’t stop. Hotch could only watch as Spencer thrashed and writhed as he felt the bulge in the Planter weave its way through his innards, and as before, when it reached the nesting site, the Planter expelled the egg and the sticky paste to hold it in place before retreating completely from the boy’s body. But as it did, the second egg reached his entrance, and he could only scream even louder as it was forced inside and deep into his abdomen.

When the second egg was laid, the Planter slipped out of his body. The relief from its withdrawal was temporary, as another eager Planter took its place, once again bringing the number of Planters within him to two, and a third joined in again not long after. The two newcomers pounded into him, battering his prostate in a never ending rhythm that forced him into yet another state of arousal. And as that third egg was forced inside of his body, his third orgasm ripped through him. Blood ran down his legs, and down the long, serpentine length of the Planters.

When the two new Planters felt him orgasm, they began to move their own eggs to deposit, and a third took the place of the Planter that had freshly laid its egg, firmly rubbing the boy’s already over-stimulated prostate. Reid was trembling violently and tears fell down his face while sweat made his entire body glisten.

Below him Hotch let out a groan, arching his back as a second Planter slid into him with the first, stretching him painfully. His vision swam and his breath came in gasps… a second feeder invaded his mouth, feeding him the sap. His eyes rolled back again and his mind whited out as he was brought to his own forceful climax. He vaguely registered the sudden increase of excitement from the crowd, and the increasing levels of pain as the Planters inside of him began to press deeper. He forced his eyes open, and within seconds, he saw why… there was a bulge in each of the two Planters embedded with him, moving towards his body. His eyes widened as panic began to set in. More tentacles wound around his limbs, holding him still.

His attention was drawn by another shriek of pain from overhead, and he looked up in time to see another egg being pushed into his lover’s body, and yet another followed moments later, accompanied by a helpless wail of pain and defeat. The two emptied Planters retreated, but as before, two more took their places, pounding into the abused body with no concern for the damage they were doing.

The audience had worked itself into another frenzy, and Hotch’s eyes flew back downwards as he felt feelers stretching him open even more. He tried to fight… the first bulge was only inches away… then he could feel it pressing against that tight ring of muscle that was trying to keep it at bay… Hotch tightened it as much as he could but the bulge was being pushed against him harder and harder, and the feelers were increasing the strength of their pulling. The Planter thrashed, and Hotch cried out at the searing pain as the bulge forced its way into him. He groaned and kicked his legs as he felt it moving through his body, but he was momentarily distracted as another sharp pain tore through him as the second egg entered his body and began to move towards the nesting site.

He heard another pitiful cry of pain from his lover, accompanied by his own groaning and the shrieks of approval from the sadistic crowd.

And then, he heard something else. Screams. Panic… Chaos… And then…

“HOTCH!!!” He twitched… he knew that voice.

“AARON!!!” He twitched again… he DID know that voice… Rossi. He bit down as hard as he could. The Feeders in his mouth thrashed, and the Vi’Tani it belonged to squealed as Hotch managed to bite all the way through, then turned his head and spat out the ends of the Feeders.

“MASTER!!!” He cried in answer, his voice rough and hoarse, pleading for help. The two Planters left his body and a third thrust in, bringing a pained yelp from the man… more Planters were slithering up his thighs.

“GET THEM OFF HIM!!!” Hotch’s eyes fluttered... he had never heard Gideon sound like that before… such raw horror in his tone… Then he heard the hum of several Lightsabers, and the shrieks of the Vi’Tani… A moment later, the tentacles around him loosened and began to fall away, one by one. And then, he fell.

He was caught by strong hands that lowered him to the ground, pulling the severed remains of the tentacles off of him. He focused on the faces over him… Rossi and Gideon. JJ, Emily and Morgan were fighting off the Vi’Tani.

“How many?!” Rossi asked in a rough voice, worry in his eyes as he put an arm around his former Apprentice’s shoulders and helped him sit up a bit.

“W-What?” Hotch groaned, then blinked as Rossi pressed his hand to the younger man’s abdomen.

“How many eggs did they lay in you!?”

“… Two.” Hotch gasped.

“What about Spencer?!” Gideon demanded. Hotch stared at the man for a moment, then squirmed and grimaced. Rossi’s eyes widened, and he quickly helped Hotch roll onto his hands and knees. A moment later, his body heaved and threw up a large amount of the sap that had been force fed to him. He felt Rossi’s hand running up and down his back.
“Get it up, Aaron.” The man said gently. Hotch vomited again, then shook his head.

“Spencer…” He groaned as they helped him to his feet, flinging his torn robe over his naked body. The team turned and grimly stared at the gauntlet of Vi’Tani they would have to fight through to get to their youngest. Emily and JJ each picked up one of Hotch’s Lightsabers and prepared to wield them themselves, giving them some extra help.

“How many have they laid in him?!” Gideon demanded.

“I… I don’t know… a lot.”

“And they’re about to lay another!” Morgan shouted.

“Morgan, get Hotch back to the ship!” Rossi ordered. “JJ, Emily… cover them! We’ll get Reid!”

Morgan nodded and slowly maneuvered Hotch to hang over his shoulder, wrapping his arm around the elder man’s knees to hold him securely in place. The man just gave a weak moan. Morgan turned and headed for the hatch, using the Force to propel him up and through it. JJ and Emily followed. The crowd had dispersed, fleeing the team of Jedi Knights. And so Morgan, JJ and Emily made their way back to the ship to care for their leader.

Down in the pit, Rossi and Gideon had taken up the dropped weapons of fallen Jedi from the ground, each wielding two Lightsabers. The Force flowed through them as they waded through the flailing tentacles of the Vi’Tani towards the middle of the pit, where Gideon’s apprentice was still being held.

“STOP THE EGG!” Gideon cried, eyes wide as he watched the bulge in a Planter swiftly moved towards the boy’s helpless body.

Rossi flung his Lightsaber, watched it spin through the air and sever the Planter before returning to his hand. The Planter thrashed, before falling from Reid’s body to the floor. And finally, the two Masters reached the young Apprentice, slicing through tentacles right and left. And with one final slash from Rossi, Reid fell. Gideon stretched his arms out and caught him, utilizing the Force to slow and cushion the boy’s fall.

“Spencer?” Gideon called out to his young Padawan. Reid didn’t move; he hung limp in the man’s arms. “Spencer, answer me!” A soft, quavery moan was all he got in response.

“Let’s get out of here!” Rossi shouted, and the pair bolted for the hatch, moving in a blur. They leapt out of the pit and Rossi turned, pulling out a Thermal Detonator. He activated it, hurled it into the pit, then closed the hatch and ran.

The explosion caused the entire Hutt District to shake as all of the Vi’Tani were incinerated and nearly three dozen Lightsabers were destroyed, Elle and Reid’s amongst them...
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Knights of the Old Republic Episode I: Force Bond