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Knights of the Old Republic: Episode II

Ahmose Inarus

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

SLASH WARNING!!! H/R

Chapter 11

PLANET: TARIS

LOCATION: BAU

TIME: LATE EVENING

The team stood around the rotating three dimensional hologram of Taris, and JJ stepped forwards.

“Taris is still recovering from the Tarisian Civil War.” JJ began. “After trade routes took business away, the planet fell into an economic depression and famine spread. In the outcome, the Tarisian nobles, all humanoid species, has sent all non-humanoids to live in the lower city as second class citizens. Taris is still settling down politically… there is still chaos.”

“Perfect environment for a Sith Lord.” Rossi pointed out.

“… Several Jedi shadows speculate that the Sith caused the unrest and SENT them into the Civil War.” JJ said, darkly. No one argued against that idea. “The Tarisians are wary of outsiders right now, but our being human will help with that.”

“Anything else we should know?” Hotch asked.

“Steer clear of the Tarisian Ale.” Rossi smirked. “It’ll knock you flat on your ass.” The team chuckled at that.

“The Tarisian Watchman, Cal M’Gee, is waiting for us.” JJ announced. “He’s been investigating the disappearances of several individuals in the Lower City… he believes they may have been taken by Black Market Slavers. Here, we can kill two mynocks with one blast. M’Gee had sent in a request for assistance in his investigation to the Jedi Enclave on Dantooine. They have not managed to respond to his request yet.”

“Then we will.” Hotch nodded, firmly. And with that, the ship flew in to land.

The Tarisian Watchman was waiting for them. He was a fidgety sort, and he carried a small HoloRecord on his person. He was rapidly flipping through files. When the team emerged from the BAU, he hurried to greet them.

“Cal M’Gee?” JJ asked, walking over. He nodded. “Hi, I’m JJ.”

“I’m so glad you came.” Cal said with a nod. “I-I’ve got dozens people just… missing. They were there, and then they weren’t.” He shook his head in his distress.

“We’re happy to assist you in looking into it.” Hotch said, frowning slightly. “But we have come because there are reports of a Sith Lord here on Taris.” Cal frowned.

“I’ve heard it too…. Whispers in the Lower city… But I haven’t been able to confirm the rumors.”

“We have reason to believe that it is Darth Rashio who is here.” Hotch said as they walked away from the landing pad. “It is our job to capture him and get him to reveal to us where we can find Darth Livion.”

“Darth Livion? Gideon’s Fallen Padawan?”

“Yes.” Morgan said, nodding. “We’ve been charged with the task of finding him, capturing him, and taking him to Coruscant. The Council has decided that he is to be brought back into the Order at all costs.”

“Hm. Well, I’ll try to help you. All I ask is that if you find him quickly… you don’t leave me here with these missing people. I… I need help. And so do they.”

“How many are we talking about?” JJ asked.

“Uh, sixty three.” The team stared at Cal M’Gee.

“… Sixty three missing?” JJ repeated, looking horrified. Ashley glanced at her Master, and Rossi gave her a grim glance in return.

“Let’s see the files.” Hotch said with a nod, and the team got to work.

PLANET: CAROSI

LOCATION: DEVIL’S DOME PLEASURE DOME

TIME: MORNING

Reid opened his eyes when he heard the door to his cell unlock, and he lifted his head and watched warily as Darth Trion entered. A small section of the floor rose up in front of his chair, to just under his eye level. Tobias stepped forward and set a small bottle of Vi’Tani Nectar onto the little table. Reid’s eyes widened. It was time for his morning dose, and already he was on edge with the need for it. It only took him a moment to realize that they had no intention of giving it to him on time. If at all… He was unable to hold back a whimper as he stared at the little bottle.

“You can have it when we feel you have earned it.” Raphael said in his cold, monotone voice. Reid didn’t respond. He just eyed the three men collectively known as Darth Trion. “So… What to do with you…”

“Just get on with it.” Reid snarled.

“He must still be fuzzy after Dualath’s Lightning.” Charles smirked.

“… Memory Walk.” Raphael suddenly said and Charles looked at him, then nodded. Reid eyed them warily as they approached, and then they both reached out, placed a hand on his head, and Reid gasped as the world fell away…

At first, it came in flashes… his mother’s death. The Dark Jedi ambush of the young Jedi on Dantooine when Adam was taken… the older Initiates bullying the young Spencer who had been taken as an apprentice and promoted to Padawan when they had not… the Vi’Tani attack… and then submitting himself to the Sith to save Aaron’s life… his torture on Korriban and his eventual break.

Then, the flashes settled and Reid fell into the memory…

Darkness seethed within the young man as he strode down the corridor of the starship, the Reaper’s Scythe. His hair hung in greasy tangles, his skin was sickly white and translucent; veins could be seen here and there on his face. Dark circles framed his eyes, which glowed a brilliant yellow rimmed in red. His red lips were dry and cracked, and his fingernails were jagged and broken.

The large doors at the end of the hall opened, and he stepped through. The heels of his boots rang out clearly on the metal flooring. Dozens of beings fell silent and watched him cross the room, towards the man seated on a raised dais over the heads of the Dark Jedi, mercenaries and bounty hunters…

Darth Dualath stood on the raised dais, beside the seated figure of Darth Reaper. Both watched the young man approach, Dualath with a delighted smirk on her face.

The young man stopped about ten feet away from the steps of the dais, and stared up at Darth Reaper.

“Darth Livion.” The Reaper announced. “Welcome.”

Darth Livion bowed his head and knelt. “Master.”

The Reaper then looked up at Darth Nocturn, who entered the room behind Livion.

“His power?” He asked, and Livion scowled. Nocturn snorted.

“Average.” The man growled.

“… I’m sorry?” The Reaper asked.

“It’s average, my Lord. Nothing special about THIS one. Not worthy of his title if you ask me… A Dark Jedi, yes… a Sith Lord? Hardly. If you insist on keeping him at this rank, be aware that he is the weakest of the Sith Lords.”

“That’s not possible.” The Reaper snapped, and then turned. “Sassin!!!”

Elle emerged from the crowd, eyeing Livion. “Master?”

“You told me he was a prodigy.”

“He is. WAS…” She corrected herself. “A Padawan using Force Lighting? That’s unheard of. His power was so strong that Master Kitata Ree even taught him a few things personally. He has never trained a Knight like that, much less a Padawan.”

“Explain what has happened then…” The Reaper snarled. After a long, awkward silence, a small, rounded man stepped forward, his snow white hair very out of place in a room that seethed with black and red…

“When we broke him, we broke his power.” Said Henry Grace, now known as Darth Rashio.

“Can he get it back?”

“In time.” Nocturn nodded. “It’s likely.”

“Then that is what we shall focus on.” The Reaper announced. “Dualath. Livion is your new partner.”

“What?” Dualath asked, turning and fixing a look on her master. “Why?!”

“Because… I feel that you two will work best as a pair than anyone else. And he already feels a bond with you. And because I feel that YOU are the best to accustom him to his knew life.”

“… As you wish, Master.” Dualath grumbled.

“Bring his power out, Dualath. At all costs.”

“Yes Master.”

Reid couldn’t help the humorless smile as he remembered this. Yes, they had brought his power back out. But the cost was his obedience and loyalty. He winced and hissed, arching his back as he was dragged into a memory that he did NOT want to re-live…

He was overwhelmed by the memory of his first and only run-in with his mentor and his lover since he had become a Sith… His heart twisted as he remembered the sight of his Jedi Lightsabers in Aaron Hotchner’s hands, and the man telling him that he was holding onto them until Reid could take them back. He remembered the near kiss, and it made him want to cry… he had it in his head that if only they hadn’t been interrupted by Dualath at the last second before their lips touched, he would have been able to go home with his lover that day. But instead, he had fought his mentor, Jason Gideon, and the man had re-injured his knee.

Dark Jedi had come to the rescue, and Dualath had helped him limp away from the battle, physically and emotionally in pain. He had cried all night. And that was also when he began to come back to himself after being broken on Korriban. It had taken Aaron to trigger it…

His mind swirled and he winced as he fell into another unwelcome memory…

Livion and Dualath stared at the yacht they were approaching. It was the yacht belonging to the Senator of Telos. Several Dark Jedi fighters moved in to distract the Yacht, and Dualath guided his small ship, ‘Julie’, in close. Still in the Coruscant atmosphere, they would be boarding the ship in a very risky method, but if it was pulled off, no one would know that anyone was on board until it was too late…

“Ready?” Dualath asked.

“Move in.” Livion said, and left the cock pit. He headed to a small port on the top of the ship and leapt through. He clung to a bar on the top of the small ship, his hair and clothing whipping about in the wind. He watched the yacht, and a moment later, he let go of the bar and leapt up into the air, executing a graceful, arching backflip and then falling through the air. He landed on the yacht with a roll. He looked around for a moment and thought back to the blueprints of the yacht that he had studied, and then darted off to the left. He flung a hand out to the side and with a shriek of metal, the covering of a ventilation shaft went flying, twisted and torn.

“I’m in.” He murmured into his com unit as he dropped into the opening.

“Confirmed.” Dualath replied. “Proceed to target.”

“Roger.” Livion responded, and began to slink through the ventilation system of the yacht.

“Fighters have engaged Coruscant security.” Dualath announced. “I have parked on a rooftop. Call when you’re ready.”

“Understood.”

“Move fast, Livion.”

“I will.” Livion assured his partner, using the Force to sense where all life forms were on the yacht. There seemed to be a large grouping of them one level down and about one hundred fifty yards ahead of him. And so Livion moved with almost inhuman speed and agility in such close quarters, all his senses focused on where he would find his target… When he reached a shaft going straight down, he didn’t hesitate to drop into it. Immediately he spread his legs, the sides of his feet and the sides of the soles of his boots pressing hard against the walls of the dark shaft, slowing his fall into a controlled descent until he came to rest lightly on the bottom.

He dropped into a crouch and moved forward again, his every move deliberate and decisive. Finally, he was at the vent that was in the wall of the room where all the people were. And sure enough, there in the middle of the group was his target; the Telosian Senator.

The young Sith Lord slowly drew his Lightsaber and held the silent hilt in his hand. Then he narrowed his eyes and raised his hand. A moment later, the vent covers around the room flew off of the walls. The people in the room yelped and banded together in a mass in the middle of the room. Then Reid focused on the large decorative light on the ceiling. The people looked up when the light began to tremble, then sway. There was a creak… then the sound of cracking and it gave a sudden jolt before suddenly falling. The people leapt out of the way, scattering. Reid grinned. His prey was now only surrounded by two others.

His entire body tensed, and then he leapt out of the darkened ventilation shaft. Screams went up as what appeared to be a great black bird swooped across the room. The screams multiplied when the red blades of the Lightsaber burst into view. The dark figured landed with his feet on the Telosian Senator’s shoulders, bringing him to the ground. He rolled forwards, landing in a crouch, then spun. The Senator rolled onto his chest and lifted himself up on his elbows. His eyes widened for only a moment, before the Lightsaber was thrust into his head. It pierced his skull in the middle of his forehead and burst out the back.

A woman let out a blood curdling scream. Darth Livion slowly allowed a cruel smirk to tug at his lips. A moment later, he jerked his Lightsaber back, and the Telosian Senator’s body collapsed to the floor.

“MURDERER!!!” Came a roar, and security poured into the room. Still smirking, Livion straightened and backed away towards the large viewing window, tucking his weapon back into his belt.

“Hands up!” Barked the head of security. “HANDS UP!!!”

“You’re too late.” Livion chuckled. “You’re too LATE!!!”

“You’re under arrest!!!” Shouted the security officer. Livion laughed, putting his hands into the air.

“Arrest me then.” He challenged. The man moved forward, but then froze. A crackling noise was heard. People gasped and murmured, moving back away from the window as cracks began to creep across the surface. “What’s wrong?” Livion asked. “… Scared?”

CRACK!!!

A very large crack split the window, right behind Darth Livion. The Sith Lord let out a dark, low chuckle. More cracks spread. He began to laugh, louder and louder, and the louder he laughed the faster the cracks spread.

“HOLD!”

Everyone turned and stared. A team of Jedi stood in the doorway, made up of a Zabrak, a Twi’lek, a Zeltron and a Falleen. Their Lightsabers blazed, one green, one yellow, two blue.

“Hand over your weapon and surrender in peace.” The Twi’lek instructed.

“No.” Livion smirked. Slowly, he lowered his hands.

“Who are you?” Demanded the Zabrak.

“I am Darth Livion.” And with that announcement, the window behind him completely shattered. People screamed, falling to the floor. Their hands scrabbled about, desperately searching for a grip as the wind began to suck them towards the window. The four Jedi raised their hands, using the Force to keep the people steady. Livion threw his head back and laughed before leaping into the air and getting sucked out of the window. He plummeted down towards the surface of Coruscant, and a moment later there was a ship diving with him. It drew close, and then slowly began to level out beneath him.

Livion found himself gently settling on the top of the ship, and he quickly dropped through the open port and made his way to the cockpit. He grinned, sitting down beside the pilot.

“Well?” Dualath asked.

“He’s dead. Let’s go.”

Reid’s face was streaked with tears as he came out of the memory of that horrific act that he had done.

“Please…” He cried. “Please, stop.”

“That last one…” growled Raphael. “It should not be a torment… it should be a memory of victory… of triumph…”

“… It… It’s not.” Reid gasped. Raphael’s eyes flashed and Reid cried out as he fell into the memory of the attack that he and Dualath’s attack of the fortress on Ryloth, and the subsequent murder of Aliki Naas… this forced reliving of the memory left him screaming in his guilt and anguish, and every Force Sensitive within a hundred yards could feel his intense self loathing…

“I hate you…” Reid sobbed, fixing an agonized glare on Raphael. “I hate you all!!!” And anger flooded through him.

“Let it flow…” Raphael told him. “The aggression… the pain… let it fuel you…”

“DAMN YOU!!!” Reid screamed. “LET ME GO!!! JUST LET ME GO!!!! PLEASE!!!”

“Stop your bitching.” Charles snorted.

“Please… I don’t wanna do this anymore…” Reid whimpered. “Please… just let me go…”

PLANET: TARIS

LOCATION: BAU

TIME: PRE DAWN

Hotch groaned softly in his sleep, rolling his head back and forth. A moment later he threw an arm up, and it landed neatly on the pillow above his head. He was still for a long time, and then he twitched. He twitched again, and then sat up with a gasp. He rubbed his face, and then slowly stood. He made his way to the door of his small quarters, and opened it.

But it wasn’t the hallway on the other side of the door… It was a small, dark cell. And in the middle was his lost mate, reclining back in a chair with harsh straps binding him there. He looked thin and hollow, filled with emotional agony.

“Spencer…?” Hotch asked, slowly stepping into the room. After a moment, Reid slowly cracked his eyes open and looked at the man.

“... Aaron.” He breathed through chapped lips. He watched in silence as the Jedi Knight lifted a hand and reached out to him, and then his eyes fell closed as Hotch caressed the side of his face, cupping his cheek in his palm.

“… Our Bond is coming back…” Hotch whispered. Reid opened his eyes after a moment and looked at him.

“What?” Reid asked.

“Our Bond is healing.” Hotch told him. “This isn’t a dream, baby… This is our Bond rekindling.” He smiled. “I’m here with you…” And he leaned over and gently kissed Reid’s forehead. “Look at me, baby.” Reid did as he was told. “We’re looking for you.”

“What do you mean?” Reid asked.

“After Aliki…” Reid immediately winced at Hotch’s words and turned away from him. Hotch sighed and continued. “After Aliki, the Council had a meeting about you.” Hotch ran his fingers through the boy’s hair. “The team has been charged with a mission. We are to track you down, capture you, and bring you back to Coruscant.” Reid turned and fixed Hotch with a look of pained shock. But Hotch just gave him a comforting smile, continuing to soothe his lover with a gentle hand. “And we are to deliver you, alive, to the Jedi Temple. So that we can bring you back into the Order. So that we can destroy Darth Livion, and get back Spencer Reid.”

After a long moment, Reid closed his eyes and tears spilled down his face. Hotch smiled and gently brushed the tears away with the pad of his thumb. Reid sniffled and fixed a very small, hopeful smile on his face.

“I want that…” He whimpered. “I want that so bad.”

“Just hold on.” Hotch told him. “We’re coming for you. We’ll get you back.”

“You said that… I’m not dreaming.” Reid said, slowly. “That… we’re speaking through our Bond? And it’s… reforming?”

“Yes.” Hotch nodded. Reid looked at him for a long time, and then suddenly his eyes darkened and his body tensed. Hotch blinked, startled at the sudden change.

“… I’m being held on Carosi.” Reid told him, his voice low and hard. “In a room in the lower levels of the Devil’s Dome Pleasure Dome. The Reaper has Darth Trion working me over… They’re punishing me… trying to break me…”

“Why?”

“… Because I betrayed them… because I let Tarash go…” Hotch stared for a moment, then nodded.

“We will be there as soon as we can… but…”

“But?”

“We’re on Taris. We have sixty three missing people with a Sith Lord possibly involved.”

“… Taris? Darth Nocturn…” Reid growled, his eyes narrowing.

“Nocturn? Not Rashio?”

“Oh, he’s there too… but Nocturn is the one behind it…”

“I see… We… We promised that we would help…” Hotch whispered. Reid was silent for a long time, then nodded.

“Then you help. Take down Nocturn. He’s insane… and he needs to go down.” Reid said with a nod. “I’ll hold on. I’ve held on for two years. I can hold on a bit longer.”

“Are you sure?”

Reid gave the man a smile. “You know where I am… our Bond is returning, and you’re coming to me. You’re coming to bring me home. You’ve given me hope. I can fight. I can hold on. Now that I have something worth holding on for. I love you, Aaron.”

“I love you too, baby.” Hotch whispered, and leaned down. Reid sighed softly as warm, soft lips embraced his own. And then the darkness swept in, and both men fell into a deep, dreamless sleep…
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