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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 15

PLANET: CORUSCANT

LOCATION: JEDI TEMPLE

TIME: LATE MORNING

Spencer Reid stood in the middle of the training ground, staring down several small round droids that floated around him.

“Ready?” Asked Master Tarash Virr from where he was standing with Kitata Ree, Amna Kao and Hssa Sssraa.

“… I… I can’t have my Lightsaber for the first few times?!” Reid squeaked.

“Where IS you Lightsaber, Padawan?” Master Hssa Sssraa asked, flicking the end of his tail.

“… I… it… it’s on… it’s on Carosi… it was destroyed in the Vi’Tani pit.” Reid admitted, fidgeting with his Padawan braid.

“And where is your NEW one?” Asked Amna Kao, flipping her head-tresses off of her shoulder.

“It’s not complete, Master Kao…” Reid mumbled, drooping.

“Then you have no Lightsaber TO use, Little Brother.” Master Virr said, his lip quirking up in mild amusement.

Reid let out a sigh of resignation.

“Then begin.” Kitata Ree said, and Reid nodded. Hssa Sssraa waved a hand and the little floating remotes began to move around Reid. He slid one foot back and to the side, closing his eyes and Seeing the remotes with the Force. He raised his hands, then whirled. One fired a weak blaster shot. Reid was ready for it, and he blocked it with the palm of his hand. The shot ricocheted off of an invisible barrier an inch from his hand. He whirled and blocked another shot, then another and another. Then one hit him in the back of the leg.

“AAH!” He yelped, eyes flying open. “OW!” Another hit him in the chest, and then he stumbled as another struck him in the back.

“CONCENTRATE! Don’t just protect you hands!!!” Master Kao barked.

Reid nodded, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes again, doing as he was told. Another shot. He deflected it with his hand again.

Kitata Ree nodded to Hssa Sssraa, and the Master waved a hand. The blaster fire began coming faster. Reid grit his teeth, and Maser Virr smiled when a shot ricocheted off of Reid’s left shoulder.

“Good.” Hssa Sssraa complimented.

“Hmm…” Reid mused, contemplating how the ricochet had felt… Then he smiled and dropped his hands.

Tarash Virr grinned as the blaster bolts began to bounce off of the young Jedi.

“Don’t get too confident.” Amna Kao warned, and a moment later the power and frequency of the blasts increased. Reid set his jaw and took up a fighting stance again, starting to block the shots with his hands, but he didn’t try to deflect every shot like that. The Masters watched as the session got harder and harder, and then, finally, Reid let out a cry as he was unable to deflect a shot with the Force. This was followed by another, and another, and soon he was struck all over. When he stumbled to his knees, the remotes ceased their fire and Master Virr walked over, offering him a hand to his feet.

“Want to try again?” He asked.

“… Not really?” Reid said, weakly. Master Virr chuckled.

“That’s fine. There’s something else I want to go over with you today.” Kitata Ree announced, shuffling over. “The Force Resistance.”

“What’s that?” Reid asked.

“It offers some protections from direct Force attacks.” Said Master Virr. Reid immediately froze, eyes wide as Master Virr hurried away from his side, and Hssa Sssraa slithered out of the way while Master Kao backed away with an amused smile.

“… Direct… Force Attacks?” He squeaked.

“Yes.” Said Kitata Ree. “I hear you once blocked Force Lightning… Let’s see that.” The tiny Master raised his clawed hands in an offensive stance and Reid’s eyes widened…

“… Oh shit.”

PLANET: CORELLIA

LOCATION: STARPORT IN THE CAPITOL CITY OF CORONET

TIME: AFTERNOON

The team disembarked from their ship, and this time, Jordan was with them. Garcia was staying behind to work with the local authorities so that she could access the city’s surveillance systems and keep an eye on her team at all times, especially since it seemed that the Dark Jedi were hunting them down…

“All right…” Hotch said, looking at his team. “Emily and Morgan with me. We’re going to go find this… Viper. JJ, Jordan, Rossi and Gideon… I want you to find out anything you can about the presence of Dark Jedi here, and any connection they may have with the Slavers.”

The three Jedi and the Force Sensitive Pilot nodded, and the group split up.

Hotch, Prentiss and Morgan all headed to the Port Authority. There they inquired about Viper, and were told where to go… And so they went. It was in a less than savory neighborhood that they found a place called “The Viper’s Nest”. They walked in and heard a voice in a large room. They moved to the doorway.

A man with short hair and goatee was standing before an audience of about a dozen people of various species. He was wearing a long black cloak in the Jedi style, only it was lined in purple and had a shimmer to it. He was wearing a white shirt underneath with a dramatic decorative collar and a wide black and silver belt. The Jedi Knights noted the Lightsaber on his belt. He was wearing black pants with purple stripes down the side, and shiny black boots lined with silver buckles.

The three Jedi listened to what the man was saying.

“—no matter what the Jedi Council on Coruscant says, the ability to use the Force is available to EVERYONE, whether you’re “Force Sensitive”, as they call it, or not. I say, why let the JEDI—“ And he spat the word with disdain, “—tell us who can and can’t use the Force? I learned to use it without their help, teachings or approval. AFTER they had denied to promote me from Initiate to Padawan and denied me the chance to be apprenticed to a Master. The expelled me from the Order saying that I wasn’t “Jedi material”… Apparently I shouldn’t be able to use the Force. And yet here I am. And I can use it. And I can teach YOU to use it too.” He raised his eyed and spotted the three Knights in the doorway, and he smirked. “Whether the Jedi approve or not…” The students turned and stared at the three Jedi, eyes wide. “Well well well… The Order intends to shut me down?”

“That’s not why we’re here.” Morgan said, though his contempt for Viper was obvious.

“We’re not here to shut you down.” Hotch clarified. “We’re here because you may have information that can help us.”

“And… why would I help you?”

“… Finish your class.” Hotch said. “We’ll wait in your office.” And he, Morgan and Emily walked away and headed into Viper’s office.

PLANET: CORUSCANT

LOCATION: JEDI TEMPLE

TIME: LATE AFTERNOON

“As you know, the Lightsaber has been the weapon of Jedi Knights for thousands of years.” Master Eesa K’Tal moved across the room with an elegant stride, towering over all of the students. She watched the young Initiates who were learning to construct their first Lightsaber, and as a Master Artisan, it was her job to teach them. “There is no hurry to complete your weapon.” And she looked at two Initiates who had just made a bet on who could finish their weapon first. “While you can make one in a few days, a properly constructed Lightsaber could take over a month.”

“A Lightsaber can hold up to three crystals… for your first weapons, you will only use one.” And with the wave of her hand, several trays floated across the room and came to rest before the students, each tray bearing several dozen crystals. The students began to clamor for the crystals.

“Remember the colors. You should choose the color that represents the class you wish to pursue, but you do not have to. Should you wish to do so, however, remember the colors; Blue for Guardians, Yellow for Sentinels, Green for Consulars.” The Kaminoan Master said in her smooth lyrical voice, drawing out every sound with elegance, just as she did her every move.

“Can we change colors later?” A student asked.

“Yes.”

“Can we have a DIFFERENT color?” Another child asked.

“Should you come across one of the rarer colors, of course.”

“Of course.” Master K’Tal said, smiling. “As you know, Masters Bre Mong and Raahn Syr bear orange blades. Yes?” She looked at another student who had her hand up.

“What color is your blade, Master?” A little girl asked. Master K’Tal smiled and drew out the long hilt of her saber, a full foot and a half long. She activated her blade, and it erupted from the concave disc at the end of the hilt, gleaming silver. The blade was exceptionally long to match up with her height. She let the students admire her blade for a moment before she deactivated it and tucked it into her long, silvery white robes.

“Now… it is time to choose…” And she waved a hand at the crystals waiting for the students. “Take care when selecting your Focusing Crystal. The quality of the crystal defines the quality of the blade. A crystal with flaws will produce a flawed blade. This also applies to how you set the focusing crystal. Remember… there are occasions when a Jedi’s fate is decided by their blade. You do NOT want your blade to fail you when you need it.” And so the students began to carefully select their Focusing Crystal for their first Lightsabers. Smiling, Master K’Tal turned and made her way over to a corner where a lone figure was hunched over a work bench.

She watched silently for a long time at the delicate work that was being put into a pair of Lightsabers. After a long while, the worker sighed and set his tool down, pulling off his goggles and rolling his shoulders.

“Padawan?” Called Master Eesa K’Tal.

“Master.” Reid greeted, blinking up at her.

“Your construction is very… interesting. What is the point of the grooves and notches at the end of them?” She asked.

Reid smiled and picked up the two hilts that he had been working on. He held them up and pressed the bottoms together. The slender end of one fit into the hollow end of the other and with a twist, Master K’Tal heard several clicks as the two hilts locked together to become the longer handle of a Double Bladed Lightsaber.

“… Impressive, young one.” She said with a nod, then looked down at the two Focusing Crystals Reid had set aside. “Where did you get them?”

“Garcia gave them to me.”

“Interesting.”

“… It’s my favorite color.” Reid admitted with a small smile as she picked them up and inspected them.

“Flawless.” The Master said. “These will make you an extraordinary blade… I look forward to seeing your completed weapon, Padawan. Carry on.” And she set the crystals down and returned to her students. Reid turned back to his work, glancing at the four other crystals he had set aside. He had never made a Lightsaber with three crystals in each… but he was now. The others he had collected from the Crystal Caves on Dantooine, always intending to upgrade his Lightsaber before he lost it. Now that he was constructing new weapons, he had every intention of giving them every upgrade he could. He had only the finest quality of Focusing Lenses and Power Cells.

He had learned from Master Artisan Eesa K’Tal herself how to craft a Lightsaber. And his uniquely brilliant mind allowed him to excel at the task. Like her, he could make a high quality Lightsaber in days, partially because he had already collected the highest quality parts.

He smiled.

He couldn’t wait to complete his new Lightsabers…

PLANET: CORELLIA

LOCATION: THE EYE OF PROVIDENCE

TIME: MID AFTERNOON

Darth Dualath, Amanda, sat in his chair overlooking the cockpit of the ship, The Eye of Providence. He was leaning to the side, resting his weight on his elbow and absently twirling a lock of dark brown hair around his finger, a maniacal smirk on his lips.

“Where are the Jedi?” He asked.

“… Reports say that they have split up. Three are at Viper’s place. The other four are on the move.” Answered one of the crew at a terminal off to the side.

“Where is the Padawan?” He asked.

“… No sightings, Lord Dualath.” The man said. The young Sith Lord’s eyes flashed.

“What.” He demanded, his voice low and silken… dangerous. The crew grew silent…

“The Padawan isn’t with either group.” The man said again. Slowly, Amanda stood.

“… Put me through to Randal Garner on Coruscant.” And he turned to the Hologram platform.

A moment later, the scarred figure of Randal Garner appeared, immediately kneeling.

“Lord Dualath.” Greeted the man in a raspy voice, keeping his head bowed.

“… Did you see the Black Asp of Uvena depart?” Amanda asked.

“I did, my Lord.”

“Did you see who boarded?”

“I have the security footage.”

“Play it.” Amanda commanded, and a moment later the hologram of the spy was replaced with the arched entrance to the BAU’s platform. The shuttle arrived. When the door opened, Morgan and Garcia appeared, talking and laughing. Then came JJ and Emily, followed by Rossi and Gideon. And after another moment, Hotch disembarked. Alone. The shuttle left.

Garner reappeared. Amanda’s eyes were blazing.

“… Find Gideon’s Padawan.” He snapped.

“Yes, My Lord.” Garner said, and bowed low. The connection was terminated. Amanda took a deep breath, ran a hand through his hair and then leaned back, eyes smoldering.

“… Get me Cyrus. Tell him we need to fine tune the details to prepare his trap…”

PLANET: CORELLIA

LOCATION: VIPER’S NEST

TIME: LATE AFTERNOON

Viper walked into his office, paused in the doorway, and smirked.

“So.” He said, amused arrogance filling his tone. “What can I do for the Jedi Order?”

Hotch, Morgan and Prentiss stared at him for a while.

“Horan Arbel.” Morgan finally said.

“… Arbel. What about him?” Viper asked.

“He is in the custody of the Republic. Arrested for Slave Trading.” Hotch said. “And he told US to come talk to you.”

“Ah.”

“Apparently, you know things.” Prentiss added. Smirking, Viper sauntered over to her, eyeing her up and down.

“I know a lot of things.” He offered. “But what I DON’T know is… how a beauty like you can waste herself on the Jedi Order…”

Prentiss snorted and rolled her eyes.

A moment later, Viper found himself stumbling backwards and facing Hotch, who was now standing between him and the woman.

“Do you know about the Slave Ring?”

“… Maybe.” Viper said, smirking. “But knowledge is power… and information isn’t cheap.”

“Meaning?” Morgan asked.

“… How much is this information worth to you?” Viper asked.

“How much are you willing to give it up for?”

“How much are you willing to give for it?” Viper countered.

“We know that this Slave Ring is in league with Dark Jedi.” Hotch said, as if the exchange between Morgan and Viper had never happened. “As it is, we have encountered several Dark Jedi as we have worked this case. And we need answers. We need to find the source of all of this. Who is behind the Slavers, who is behind the Dark Jedi, and why have they joined forces.”

“And… Arbel told you I know?”

“And you will tell us.” Hotch growled.

“… No.” Viper said, smirking.

“No?” Emily echoed, amazed at the man’s nerve (and arrogance).

Viper laughed. “So what if I do know? Knowing gives me an advantage. You think I’m going to give that up?”

“… We can always bring you in.” Morgan said in a low tone. “And you can talk to the Council.”

Viper glared. “I don’t answer to the Council.” He snorted. “I am not a part of your precious Order, you have no authority over me.” He gave each of the three Jedi a firm stare in turn.

“Now if you will excuse me, I need to go to work.”

“Didn’t you just finish?” Prentiss asked.

“Teaching is only part of my work.” Viper snorted. “The other part is finding students.” Then he moved towards Prentiss again.

“Looked to me like you already have full classes.” She told him, and he smirked.

“Maybe it’s time I hire on a teaching partner…” He chuckled. “I’m sure you would be… up for the job?”

Prentiss stared at him, and then her lips turned up in a disbelieving smile as she let out a soft “Hah”. Then she shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

“Well… if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me. I’m sure you can show yourselves out.” And he turned his back on them. After a moment, the three Jedi left.

“… Please tell me we are NOT giving up on that guy.” Prentiss said, as they left the building.

“We’re just getting started.” Hotch said with a smirk.

Not long after, Viper sat down at his communications console. A moment later, he was looking at a pale face with messy dark hair and eyes gleaming with madness.

“Lord Dualath.” He greeted. “I just had a meeting with—“

“I know.” Amanda said, lip curling in a sneer. “They WILL return. When they do, I want you to let some information… slip.”

“What would you have me do, My Lord?” Viper asked, and Amanda smirked.

PLANET: CORUSCANT

LOCATION: JEDI TEMPLE

TIME: LATE EVENING

Master Tarash Virr walked into the Lightsaber Workshop and turned to the single, solitary figure hunched over a workstation. The blind Jedi walked across the room.

“Little Brother.” He called, and Reid paused, then turned and looked up.

“Tarash? Hi.”

“You never came to dinner.”

“Dinner? Already?”

“It is well past bed time, young one.” Master Virr said with a smile.

“It is?!” Reid blurted, looking startled. “Oh… wow. It’s dark.” Master Virr chuckled and laid a hand on Reid’s shoulder.

“To bed with you, Youngling.”

“I am NOT a youngling!” Reid snarled, and Master Virr grinned. “And besides… I’m almost finished!”

“This Lightsaber must be something indeed, for you to have never shown up for your training session with Kitata Ree.” Master Virr said. Reid’s tool clattered to the desk.

“Oh! OH!!! Oh, no, I—“

“Calm yourself, Padawan.” Maser Virr said with a smile. “Master K’Tal covered for you.”

“… Covered for me?!” Reid cried, appalled.

“She told Master Kitata Ree that you were completely absorbed and that she didn’t feel it was appropriate to disturb you as you were so devoted to your work… Master Kitata Ree came in and watched you for a while.”

Reid groaned and let his head fall to his work table with a thump.

“… You… accomplished a LOT.” Master Virr said, staring down at Reid’s Lightsaber mid-construction. “But you must rest.” And he reached out and drew down the cover, protecting Reid’s workspace until he returned to it. Reid’s lifted a hand as the cover fell, and the six crystals on the table flew into his waiting hand. He tucked them into his robes and stood, stretching. Master Virr smiled at the boy’s groan as his joints creaked and popped after spending all day hunched over his workspace.

“Away with you, Little Brother. Rest. And report to the training grounds right after breakfast.”

“I will. Thank you, Tarash. Good night.” Reid said with a nod, and he left the work space. He made his way to Hotch’s quarters again, bathing and curling up in the man’s bed, briefly wondering if anyone had noticed that he hadn’t been sleeping in the Apprentice Dormitories. As he lay there, he closed his eyes and reached out across the Force Bond, trying to talk to his lover… but he had no luck; Aaron was too far away…

Reid sighed and curled up tightly, feeling the crushing loneliness weighing down on him. But eventually exhaustion managed to overtake him and he slipped into sleep, winding his Padawan braid around his finger.
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