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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 17

PLANET: CILPAR

LOCATION: ATMOSPHERE

TIME: PRE-DAWN

It had taken the team several days to arrive at their destination; it was completely on the other side of the Galaxy. Emily and Rossi looked up when Jordan’s voice announced “We are now arriving at Cilpar.”

“Alright then. Back to work.” Rossi said, and the team gathered in the briefing room around the hologram of the planet, watching as it zeroed in on a large structure.

“There seems to be a lot of activity here.” JJ announced. “If there is a Dark Jedi Outpost, this is it.”

“We’re going to move in covertly.” Hotch instructed the team. “No splitting up this time. If this IS a Dark Jedi Outpost, we have to stay close together. JJ, Garcia and Jordan will stay with the ship. You will drop us off and then set an orbit. If anything happens, you are to alert the Council IMMEDIATELY.”

“Yessir.” Garcia gasped, NOT happy at the idea of her leaving her team to face a possible horde of Dark Jedi.

“Alright. Let’s make our approach.” Hotch said, and in they went.

And within the hour, they were disembarking.

Cilpar was covered in forests and jungles and mountains, which was useful in allowing them to sneak up on their target, a small outpost. As the Jedi slipped into the forest, JJ frowned.

“… I have a bad feeling about this…” She mumbled to Garcia, then returned to the ship.

The BAU took off and headed out of the atmosphere before the sun rose, leaving three Jedi Knights and two Masters ghosting through the misty forests. They moved through the undergrowth in the cover of the morning fog, closing in on the large structure.

There were black clad men guarding the gates into the compound.

“… Strange…” Rossi murmured, and Hotch glanced at him. “I don’t feel the Force in this place… not in the levels I should be feeling if this is really a haven for Dark Jedi…”

“I agree…” Gideon nodded. “Something is not right here…” Morgan and Emily glanced at each other.

“So what do we do?” Emily asked.

“… Find out what this place is…” Rossi said.

“Wait…” Gideon hissed, tensing and looking around. “… We’re surrounded.” As soon as he said that, a dozen Sakiyans appeared, deactivating their Stealth Generators. They bore weapons and armor made of Cortosis, an illegal material that could actually stand up to Lightsabers. Speaking of which, the Jedi drew their weapons and prepared to fight.

Then, they felt it. A pulse of Dark energy. They all turned.

A young man strode towards them through the fog, fixing them with a gaze from dark ringed eyes that could only be described as insane… He had a lithe figure dressed in skintight black vinyl with silver cuffs on his wrists and a long blood red sarong around his waist. His lips quirked up in a mad smirk.

Slowly, Gideon’s eyes widened. “… Adam?”

The eyes flashed and the pale young man turned his gaze onto the Jedi Master.

“My name, is Amanda.” Came the silken tone with a hidden edge to it.

“You’re alive…” Gideon gasped.

“No thanks to you.” Amanda sneered, staring at the man through limp, dirty tangles of dark hair.

“What’s happened to you…?” Gideon breathed. “Adam…” He reached a hand out.

“Adam doesn’t WANT your help! I’m all he needs.”

“Please… let us help you. Come back with us. The Order can help you…”

“Adam doesn’t NEED the Jedi Order anymore!” Amanda snapped, pulling his Double-Bladed Lightsaber, and he and the Sakiyans attacked. And in the commotion, a figure darted in, struck Emily in the back of the head and carried her away.

PLANET: CORUSCANT

LOCATION: JEDI TEMPLE

TIME: LATE MORNING

Reid sat at his work station, utilizing the Breath Control technique to hold his hands as steady as possible. He set the final Focusing Crystal into the hilt of his Lightsaber and fixed it into place. Then, he closed the casing and secured it.

The students working looked up when he let out his breath in a loud ‘WHOOSH’, and he swiped the back of his hand across his forehead, wiping away the sweat that glistened on his skin.

“Padawan?” Called Master K’Tal, striding over. She smiled down at Reid, curiously. Reid blinked up as she towered over him, and smiled back.

“Done.” He announced.

“May I see it?” She asked, and Reid picked up the Double Bladed Lightsaber and handed it to her. She moved to a clear area and held the weapon out, and a moment later gleaming blades erupted from either end. The blades were much too short for the tall Kaminoan, but they were perfect for Reid. The Lightsaber hummed eagerly, and the students all let out delighted exclamations as Eesa K’Tal scrutinized the superb craftsmanship. After a moment, she reached out and took hold of each end of the hilt. And with a twist and a snap, the hilt came apart in two neat halves to become two individual weapons.

“An ingenious design, Padawan.” She complimented, closely examining the blade. “Flawless. I am impressed.” And she put the two halves back together and deactivated the weapon, turning and handing it back to Reid. “This will serve you very well.”

“Thank you, Master.” Reid said with a smile, looking down at his new weapon with pride.

“Go find Master Virr. I believe he was waiting for you.”

“Yes, Master.” Reid said, and scampered away. Master K’Tal watched him go, then turned and looked at his workstation, which he had failed to clean. She sighed, and then gave a good-natured smile and began to clean it for him.

Meanwhile, Reid had tracked down Tarash Virr, and the blind Jedi Master joined him in the training grounds.

“You have learned all of the basics of wielding one and two single blades, and a double blade.” Master Virr said, calmly.

“I’ve practiced with two, so I’m fairly good with them… it’s the Double Blade that I’m not proficient in.” Reid told him.

“Well… I am glad to tutor you, but you would be better off learning from Master Bre Mong.” Master Virr said. “She is a Battlemaster, not I.”

Reid’s eyes widened. “M-Master Bre Mong?” He squeaked. “I… well… I don’t want to bother her with that…”

“But you would bother me?” Master Virr asked.

“I… She… I… I am not skilled enough… to uh… t-train with her…?” Reid stammered. Master Virr chuckled.

“Why, Little Brother… What in the blazes is wrong with you?”

“… She scares me.” Reid finally admitted in a small voice. Master Virr turned to face Reid, a startled look on his face half hidden beneath the bandage wrapped hood of his long robes. Then, peals of laughter echoed over the training grounds. Reid drooped.

“Very well, Padawan. I shall instruct you. For now.” And with that veiled threat, he drew his Double Bladed Saber and faced Reid, who activated his own weapon. “Let us begin.”

PLANET: CILPAR

LOCATION: SITH TEMPLE

TIME: LATE AFTERNOON

Darth Dualath sat in a large stone throne, chin resting on a fist, elbow resting on the arm of the chair, legs crossed. On a stone altar before him were six Lightsabers; two single blades belonging to Aaron Hotchner, a single blade belonging each to Emily Prentiss, David Rossi and Jason Gideon, and a Double Blade belonging to Derek Morgan.

And standing behind that altar staring up at the young Sith Lord, were Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner, Jason Gideon and David Rossi themselves, demanding to know where Emily Prentiss was.

“Adam, please…” Gideon pleaded. “This isn’t you.”

“I told you.” Darth Dualath snarled. “My name is Amanda. And you will be silent.” Then he sat back and smirked. “Take them to my ship. I’ll deliver them all to Darth Reaper myself.” Amanda purred, and watched the Sakiyans march the Jedi out of the large hall. Then he turned and walked out of the grand hall and down a dark corridor. He moved down a dark staircase and to a door. Behind the door, there was screaming and shouting.

He pushed open the door and smirked, watching as Benjamin Cyrus backhanded Emily Prentiss to the floor.

“AHN!” The woman cried, blood running down her face from her nose and split lip.

“Jedi aren’t supposed to lie.” Cyrus snarled, and kicked her in the ribs.

“UHHN!!!”

Darth Dualath smirked and leaned against the wall, watching the beating continue…

PLANET: CORUSCANT

LOCATION: JEDI TEMPLE

TIME: EVENING

Spencer Reid sat in the Meditation Chambers, his back to the window. The light of the setting sun came in, warming his back. He breathed in and out, slow and easy in a soothing rhythm. The buzz of activity in the Temple was not heard or felt. His consciousness was focused out in the abyss of space... the void… every now and then, his consciousness would gently reach out and brush up against something… a star here… a planet there… the occasional starship as it navigated its course.

Reid twitched and a grieved look overcame him as somewhere, off in the Outer Rim, an asteroid struck the engine of a large cruiser, causing it to go careening off course just before it exploded. Hundreds of voices cried out in terror, and then suddenly were silent. He mourned the lives that had just been lost. He was sure he would hear reports of the tragedy tomorrow, just as he was sure that somewhere in the Temple, Masters Kitata Ree, Eesa K’Tal and the twins Noria and Ralko Cereni would also be grieving.

He let out a deep breath and tried to calm his sadness and soothe his emotions. He fell back into a meditational trance.

The Force reached out to him. A cloudy vision took shape in his Mind’s Eye. He saw a dark, wild forest smudged with wisps of fog. He heard harsh breathing… boots thumping on the damp earth… someone was running. There was a frantic feel to the flight of this person… a slight fear and intense determination despite a growing feeling of dread.

Then he felt it… something was coming… The figure darted around a tree and stopped for a moment, leaning against it as he tried to catch his breath. Then Reid saw the pale pants and tunic with the dark brown belt, boots and long robe… This person was a Jedi. And he was being hunted. Then he saw the face.

It was Aaron Hotchner.

A moment later, Gideon darted around another tree to lean against it as Hotch was. The two men exchanged glances.

“Where are they?” Hotch hissed.

“I don’t know.” Gideon admitted with a shake of his head. “They aren’t Dark Jedi, but they’ve learned to mask their presence, even from me.”

“And the others?”

“Morgan and Rossi were going to try and circle around to find Prentiss.” Gideon whispered. Hotch nodded.

“Didn’t work!” Both men jumped at the shout and stared with wide eyes as Morgan and Rossi crashed through the underbrush and darted past.

“RUN!” Rossi barked, and a moment later a sharp whistling sound was hear. A long, thin shaft buried itself into the trunk of a tree, narrowly missing Morgan’s shoulder. The tip of the arrow let off a bright green flash and a loud TZZZAP!!! on impact. A wisp of smoke trailed up from the point of impact and dissipated into the moist air.

Gideon and Hotch bolted, another arrow striking the tree where Hotch had been only seconds before. Two shadowy figures pursued the Jedi deeper into the forest…

The vision clouded over and wavery figures appeared, this time fuzzy and slightly distorted. The four Jedi, Hotch, Gideon, Rossi and Morgan… But they looked different. They looked weary… streaked with blood and dirt and drenched in their own sweat and the wetness of the forest. They stumbled down a hill, splashed across the creek and staggered up the other side.

They were exhausted… starving… they hadn’t slept… Still the hunters pursued them. At the top of the hill, Rossi stumbled and fell. And then came the sharp whistle they all had learned to fear…

“AAAHHHGG!!!” Rossi’s howl of pain echoed through the forest as one of the arrows sunk into his left calf muscle and the frightening TZZZAP!!! was heard as currents of energy jolted through his body. Then he lay there, twitching.

“NO!!!” Hotch cried, eyes wide in horror as he turned and rushed to his mentor’s aid. He dropped to his knees beside the man and his eyes darted up at another sharp whistle. He raised his hand and tried to draw on the Force to protect himself… but his exhaustion made his reaction slow… too slow.

The man let out a shocked yelp as an arrow sunk into his chest and with a TZZZAP!!! he collapsed, stunned.

“No!!!” Morgan was shouting. “We can’t leave them!!!”

“We have to!” Gideon was telling the younger man, dragging him away from their fallen comrades. “They’re only stunned! We have to get back to the Sith Temple! We can save them before they’re taken off planet! Hurry, we—AAHNNGG!”

TZZZAP!!!

Morgan stared down as Gideon collapsed, an arrow in his back. Then Morgan whirled and bolted into the trees, blinded by his shock at seeing his friends, his team, go down like that. He could hear the sound of droids swarming into the area to collect his fallen colleagues. And so focused was he on this, that he failed to watch where he was going.

He shouted out, startled as the ground disappeared beneath his feet. He fell through the air and with a loud CRACK!!! he landed on a tree branch. From there, he fell to the ground and landed on his back. He grimaced and tried to move, but he couldn’t. He coughed, and blood flew from his lips. He lay there for what seemed like hours when two figures approached, their bows ready. The smaller of the two pulled back the string and took aim.

“Don’t bother.” Snorted the elder of the two. “This one won’t be giving us trouble… if he even lives. Let’s just call the droids to take him to Lord Dualath and head home. This hunt is over.” And with smirks on their faces, the two men turned and disappeared into the forest, leaving the broken body of Derek Morgan lying in the misty woods…

Reid gasped and jerked, eyes wide in panic. Heart pounding, he scrambled to his feet and ran from the room, using the Force to propel himself forward and track down Master Kitata Ree. He skidded around a corner and mowed said Master down. He tripped and pitched forwards. A long gentle hand caught him, and he looked up at Master Eesa K’Tal while Master Sa’Eeya’Da helped Master Kitata Ree to his feet.

“Masters!” Reid gasped, and completely skipped an apology, too anxious to care about proper manners. “I have to go to Cilpar! Now!”

“What is this about?” Master Bre Mong asked walking over with Tarash Virr, who noticed Reid stepping behind Master K’Tal slightly when he saw Bre Mong.

“My team.” Reid announced, his voice shaking. “I… they’re in trouble. It was a trap!”

“Calm yourself, Padawan.” Soothed Master K’Tal, putting her hands on Reid’s shoulders and guiding him down the corridor. “You are trembling…”

“I have to go to them!” Reid cried.

“Shhhh…” Eased Master K’Tal. They got to the Council Chamber, where all the other Councilmen were waiting; the entire Temple had felt the jolt of horror and sick fear that had consumed Reid. They all took their seats, and stared at the young Jedi. “Now, Padawan.” Master K’Tal said. “What has you so distressed?”

“They’re in trouble! I saw them!” Reid cried, still shaking.

“Start from the beginning.” Max Ryan drawled, looking annoyed.

“I—I—“

“Padawan…” Master Kao said, rising from her seat. She walked over to him and put her webbed hands on his shoulders, and guided him to the empty seat beside hers; Master Raahn Syr was currently en route to Corellia to look into Viper’s teachings. She made Reid to sit, and gently stroked his hair; as a Master Recruiter, she was more than experienced in dealing with overwhelmed Padawans and Initiates.

“Deep breath… There you go. Slowly now.” She told him. “You were meditating?”

“Yes.” Reid gasped, nodding and taking deep breaths to calm himself. “I… I felt that ship. The one on the Outer Rim.” The Masters all nodded, looking sad. “And then… I saw a forest. And a man, running. He was a Jedi. He hid behind a tree, and then so did another. They were Hotch and Gideon!” Reid shook his head, distressed. “They said something about finding Emily… and then Morgan and Rossi were there, and they were all running! Something was hunting them! Then things changed… it got… fuzzy… cloudy…”

“Like a dream?” Master Virr asked.

“Yes.” Reid nodded. “And… Rossi was shot! By a stunning arrow! He fell, and Hotch wouldn’t leave him! He was shot when he went back for him… and then Gideon fell… and Morgan ran! He was driven off of a cliff and he was hurt! Bad! He might die! Please! They’re all in terrible danger, I have to go to them!!!” Master Kao ran a soothing hand up and down his back, trying to soothe his fear as it began to well up once more.

“Jennifer and Penelope… did you see them?” Asked Noria Cereni.

“No… I… I didn’t…” Reid whispered. “What if they’re hurt?!”

“Master Virr.” Kitata Ree called. “Will you look into this for us?”

“If you will lend me your strength, I shall.” The Master Seer said.

“Come.” Master K’Tal said, standing and placing a hand on Reid’s shoulder. “We will wait outside.” And she and Amna Kao guided Reid out of the room.

They waited outside of the Council Chamber for a long time… nearly an hour. It was all the two female Masters could do to keep Reid calm and from pacing in his worry. And when the doors opened they guided Reid back in, and took their seats, leaving Reid standing in the middle of the room.

“… Master Virr has confirmed that what you saw is a possibility of the future.” Strauss said, fixing a grim look on Reid. The boy gulped.

“It has been decided—“

“-- that you are ready to return to your team.” Noria and Ralko Cereni announced, the brother finishing his sister’s sentence.

“While I will continue to work with you whenever you are at the Temple,” Kitata Ree added, “I have taught you the basics of several techniques and you can practice them on your own. Please be careful and focus on learning control. Master Rossi can help you a lot with that.”

“Yes Master!” Reid gasped with a nod, obviously eager to get going. “They ARE on Cilpar, right?!”

“Calm yourself, young one.” Chuckled Ralko Cereni.

“They are.” Master Virr said, standing. “Gather your belongings, Padawan. I will be coming with you.”

“As will I.” Master Kao announced. Reid blinked at the female Nautolan, and nodded.

“Master Syr will meet you there.” Master Hssaaa Ssraa informed them.

“Thank you.” He said, and all the Masters could feel his relief.

“Come. We leave immediately.” Said Master Virr.

And within half an hour, Reid was heading towards the shuttle with Masters Virr and Kao. The rest of the Council was standing on the steps.

“Remember your Force Potency.” Master Kitata Ree told Reid.

“Do NOT rely on wielding your weapon as a Double Blade until you are more familiar with the style.” Advised Battlemaster Bre Mong. “I have instructed Master Virr on how to drill you on the way to Cilpar.”

“Thank you, Master.” Reid nodded

“And Padawan?”

“Yes?”

“… Don’t be scared of me. There is no reason for that.” And the female Kel Dor walked away, Reid staring after her in embarrassment. Ralko and Noria Cereni snickered to themselves. And finally, Reid and the two Masters accompanying him were boarding the shuttle that would take them to their ship.

Master Kitata Ree raised a paw in farewell, and Eesa K’Tal sent them on their way with a lyrical “May the Force be with you!”

PLANET: CILPAR

LOCATION: SITH TEMPLE

TIME: LATE AFTERNOON

Hotch, Morgan, Rossi and Gideon were marched down the hall by the legion of Sakiyans. As they passed some windows, Hotch and Morgan met each other’s glances. Hotch gave the man a discrete nod, and then Gideon glanced back at the two younger men, giving them a nod of his own. Then he threw his hands out with a battle cry, a shockwave slamming the Sakiyans into the walls.

Rossi and Morgan whirled and darted forward in a blur, knocking down the Sakiyans who were recovering faster than the others, and Hotch sent out a blast of Force Energy, breaking the window. Then all four of them leapt out the windows and darted into the forests.

Only moments later, Darth Dualath ran into the corridor. He GLARED at the Sakiyans. “… You IDIOTS!!!” He snapped. The Sakiyans stared at him, but a moment later they were all blasted down the hall.

“We’ll recapture them, my Lord!” One of them cried.

“No… If Cyrus wants to use you, he can. But I have my own Hunters…” And he turned and stalked back to the great hall. Then he waited. Within minutes, two men emerged from the shadows bearing large bows and arrows. They were both rough looking, one large and burly, the other small and scrawny. “Find them.” Amanda snarled. “Bring them back. And play nice. I need them alive... for the most part…”

The two men glanced at each other, then grinned and walked away, preparing to hunt down a new kind of prey…

Breath Control – Some Jedi are able to slow their metabolism in such a way that they can actually stop breathing for a much longer period of time than they would otherwise. (Seen by Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn at the beginning of Episode I where the chamber they are in is gassed).

Precognition – A universal ability that warns Jedi whenever they, or someone close to them, are about to enter/are in extreme danger. These warnings, even with those adept in the Force, are rare. (Seen in Episode II by Anakin dreaming of his mother and then of Padme in III, and then seen by Luke Skywalker in Episode V foreseeing Han and Leia in pain while training with Yoda.)
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