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Knights of the Old Republic: EPISODE I
Ahmose Inarus
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Criminal Minds, and I most certainly do NOT own Star Wars.
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Chapter 2

PLANET: CORUSCANT
LOCATION: JEDI TEMPLE
TIME: EARLY MORNING

The training grounds were quiet, save for the subtle hum of two Lightsaber blades, the soft whisper of feet sliding across the floor and the gentle rustle of clothing. Controlled breaths came in unison.
Jedi Knight Aaron Hotchner stood in the shadows of the doorway, watching Jedi Master Jason Gideon and his Padawan Learner moving through a Lightsaber Form together.
Hotch watched Reid's every move in fascinated admiration. The boy's movements were smooth, graceful and confident. He radiated tranquility, perfectly content to be where he was; working with his Master… and Hotch found himself envious of Jason Gideon… Spencer Reid only moved like that when he was with his master… because he was the only man that the apprentice was comfortable with. Around everyone else he was shy, and his movements were awkward and bordering on clumsy.
Once Gideon and Reid completed their Form they tucked their Lightsabers into their robes and turned to a shelf on the far wall where a line of gleaming chrome spheres sat. Reid moved to sit on the floor, crossing his legs, setting his hands on his knees, palms up, and closing his eyes. Gideon leaned over and blindfolded the young man. Reid slowly drew in a deep breath through his nose, and exhaled through his mouth.
Gideon lifted a hand, and as he did, a sphere from the shelf lifted into the air. Gideon moved it over to hover before Reid's face, several feet in front of him. Gideon lowered his hand, but the ball stayed where it was. After a few moments, it began to orbit around the young Apprentice. Gideon watched for several revolutions, then sent another ball over to Reid. It joined the first in circling the boy.
Hotch watched in amazement as Gideon added more and more… within six minutes, there were a dozen orbs spinning around the boy all following different paths in different directions at different speeds.
But then, voices were heard heading towards the training grounds. All of the spheres froze.
"Put them back and we'll get some breakfast." Gideon called, and the spheres returned to their spots on the shelf. Reid removed his blindfold and stood, turning. He spotted Hotch and blinked.
"Oh. Good morning." He said, softly.
"Good morning. Your concentration and control is impressive." Hotch complimented, smiling to himself when Reid flushed and lowered his eyes, his fidgety hands moving to finger his Padawan braid.
"… Thank you."
"I shouldn't be surprised." Hotch commented. "You were always years ahead of your peers. Your power is incredible, your modesty admirable."
"Thank you." Reid said again, and Hotch found himself quite pleased with the darkening blush on the boy's cheeks. A moment later, shy golden brown eyes met his own. Hotch smiled at the boy, and the boy gave him a small smile in return.
They joined the others for breakfast, where they spent their meal telling stories of amusing encounters they'd had on their travels. Reid told them how some Jedi Padawans and older Initiates had talked him into going to the Crystal Caves near the Jedi Enclave on Dantooine, and how he had accidentally stumbled into a nest of Kinrath. The venomous arachnids that were as big as he was had chased him around the caves, and he of course had run straight back to the other kids.
Gideon had laughed then, and took up the story from the point of view of the Masters who had gone looking for their missing apprentices only to have the whole lot of them come running, being chased by a swarm of Kinrath that had outnumbered the children six to one. The Masters had saved their Padawans and the un-apprenticed Initiates, and grounded them to the Enclave for a week… the other apprentices got an extra week for tricking the gullible young Spencer Reid into the nest in the first place.
"You think that was bad," Reid said with a mischievous smile. "You should have seen it when Gideon fell into a nest of Gand. THAT was a fiasco." Interest piqued dramatically when Reid grinned as Gideon shot him a withering glare.
"Spencer…" He growled, warningly. Reid's grin only widened.
"I TOTALLY saved your life that day."
"… Did he?" Hotch asked, chuckling. Reid gave Gideon an amused look as the man glared at him again. But then, Gideon sighed and shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips.
"He did indeed. There was about sixty of them… I had lost my Lightsaber-"
"You still owe me for that, by the way." Reid mumbled.
"—and they had surrounded me. Suddenly, a Lightsaber blade came through the ceiling and cut a big circle… it fell in with Reid standing on it and crushed about a dozen of them, one Force blast from Reid and half of them were flat on their backs… then he filled the room with Force Lightning and they ran for their lives."
"He scared off a swarm of sixty Gand all by himself?" Elle gasped, eyes wide. "Those are NASTY little buggers."
"Not as nasty as my Force Lightning." Reid chuckled into his breakfast and Gideon grinned, clapping him on the back.
Once they had finished their meal, Garcia shanghaied the young Apprentice and took him to the Jedi Holocron Library. And for the next week, Reid fell into a routine. He would rise with the sun and do some Force training with Gideon before breakfast. He would eat with his friends and study in the Archives until lunch. Then, after lunch, he would hang out with Emily, Elle, JJ, Garcia and Morgan as they showed him around Coruscant.. the planet that was one huge city was very different for the boy who had been raised on a quiet, rural planet. And then, after dinner… he, Rossi, Gideon and Hotch would all head to the training grounds, where the two Masters and the Knight would tutor the Padawan in wielding his Lightsaber.
It was like he hadn't been gone for so long… the group was just as close as before. But they never could have known how close they would still get.
It all began quite suddenly, about four Galactic months after Reid and Gideon had returned to Coruscant. A youngling approached the group at breakfast.
"Master Hotchner." He said, and Hotch smiled down at him.
"Yes?"
"The Council wants to see you."
"Alright. Thank you." Hotch said, and the youngling scurried away.
"Wonder what they want this time?" Morgan mused, and Hotch snorted.
"Well, I'd better find out. Strauss gets pissed if I don't report immediately." Hotch said. Gideon and Rossi grinned in amused understanding.
Hotch made his way to the Jedi High Council Chamber and stepped in. The Council sat in silence for a long moment.
"Aaron." Master Ryan said. "There is a situation that warrants our attentions."
"Master Kitata Ree will explain." Strauss said.
Hotch nodded and turned, looking down at the tiny three foot tall Chadra-Fan. The furry, bat-faced Jedi Master was the Grand Master and Head of the Jedi Order. He spoke in a series of chitters, squeaks and trills, one of the many languages that Jedi had to learn.
"The Yrashu have requested our assistance." Master Kitata Ree squeaked. "A multitude of Yevetha have set up a base for their slave trade on the Yrashu's home planet of Baskarn. The Yrashu are Force Sensitive, and they can feel the despair, fear and pain coming from the Yevetha camp."
"… We've been trying to break up the Yevetha-run Slave Trade for years." Said Master Tarash Virr. He was a Miraluka, and had befriended Reid when the boy had first come to the Jedi Order. He was also the only Jedi to have visited the boy regularly when he was on Dantooine. Reid looked up to the blind Jedi in awe, having never known another Miraluka other than his mother, and they soon developed an easy friendship. Reid was one of the only Jedi who felt completely comfortable around the mysterious blind Master. It had been Tarash Virr who had finally convinced Gideon to bow to the wishes of the Council and bring Spencer back to Coruscant.
"We think that they are the ones moving the large number of Twi'Leks that we keep finding." Admitted Master Sa'Eeya'Da, a male Devaronian. Several eyes discreetly darted across the room towards the unusual Jedi Master Twi'Lek twins, Noria and Ralko Cereni. Of course, twins were not unusual among the Twi'Lek race… it was the fact that they were different genders. They, like Reid, had been brought into the Jedi Order when the Jedi had rescued them from slavery.
"What is it that you wish for me to do?" Hotch asked.
"Put together a team." Said Master Bre Mong, a female Kel Dor. "Go to Baskarn. Put them out of business and find out who is in charge of the operation. Then bring it down." Hotch nodded.
"How many am I to take with me?" He asked.
"… Who would you need?" Strauss countered. "You don't have to decide now, you—"
"No. I know who I'm taking with me. And the sooner we leave, the better."
"Who, then?" Master Virr asked.
"Master David Rossi." Hotch began. "Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, Penelope Garcia, Emily Prentiss and Elle Greeneway. I value Master Rossi's wisdom and experience. JJ and Emily's diplomacy could be crucial. Garcia's Force Support and Healing abilities will be absolutely necessary… Morgan and Elle are both excellent swordsmen and can operate covertly."
Strauss nodded, then called "Are there any concerns or protests about Aaron's team choices?"
Silence.
"Then—"
"I wasn't finished." Hotch said, suddenly. The Council stared at him. "Rossi, Morgan and Elle are Guardians. JJ, Emily and myself are Sentinels. JJ and Garcia… Garcia does healing and battle support. JJ's specialty is the power she can wield over the minds of others. I need offensive Consular support in the field." The Council nodded. "I want to take Master Jason Gideon and his Padawan with us."
"A Padawan?" Asked Master Hssa Sssraa, surprised.
"We all know why you had Master Gideon bring his Apprentice back to Coruscant." Hotch explained. "He needs to gain experience in larger assignments instead of the smaller, more covert operations Gideon took him on. Everyone on my team has known Spencer for years. And he's comfortable with us. I think this is the right way for him to start taking the final steps in preparing for the Trials. And the power that Gideon and Reid wield will prove to be invaluable. Add on to that, everything that you want him to learn, he can learn from this team.
"We can polish his skills with the Lightsaber, but even more important, Gideon kept him socially isolated. While his intentions were good, he was bit overprotective, and the young Padawan is socially awkward and emotionally stunted. In the short few months he has been here, he has already made a large amount of progress regarding his emotional growth, and I feel that can be attributed to this team, especially Garcia, JJ and Morgan.
"The Jedi Order sometimes acts as Diplomats and Ambassadors. He needs to learn diplomacy, and he can do that from me, Emily and JJ. JJ can help him strengthen his Jedi Mind Trick, and Garcia can teach him her Battle Meditation, Force Focus and her abilities to enfeeble and enhance.
"There is much to gain with this arrangement. For everyone."
The Council was silent for a long time.
"Well said, Jedi." Complimented Master Eesa K'Tal, the tall, graceful female from Kamino.
"… Are there any objections?" Strauss sighed, and looked around. Most of the Council shook their heads. "All those in favor, then?" The Jedi Ambassador asked.
"I." Said Master Tarash Virr, the Jedi Seer.
"I." Came the lyrical answer from Master Eesa K'Tal, the graceful Jedi Artisan from Kamino.
"I." Said Master Bre Mong, the Kel Dorian Battlemaster.
"I." Grunted Master Max Ryan, Jedi Investigator.
"I." Said Master Sa'Eeya'Da, the Devaronian Jedi Ace.
"I." Said the twin Masters Noria and Ralko Cereni, Healers both.
"I." Said Master Hssa Sssraa, the Jedi Diplomat from Sluis Van.
"I." Said Master Amna Kao, the Nautolan Jedi Recruiter.
"I." Growled Master Raahn Syr, the Jedi Shadow from Cathar.
Then Kitata Ree, Grandmaster of the Order and Head of the Council, spoke up. "Very well then. Gather your team. You leave immediately. May the Force be with you."
Hotch nodded and bowed to the Council, and left the room.

The shuttle arrived at the Star Port, and the nine Jedi disembarked and headed for the Star Ship that sat on the platform. Hotch was at the head of the column, walking alone. Behind him walked Elle and Emily, then JJ and Garcia, then Rossi and Morgan, and lastly Gideon and Reid.
Reid was looking both nervous and excited, as well as amazed that he had been chosen to join a team of great Jedi Knights and Masters on a mission of such importance.
The Star Ship was a sleek, black model made by the Uvenese. It was called Black Asp of Uvena.
"Well hey there." Said a dark haired woman with a smile as they boarded, and they all greeted her in kind, with obvious familiarity. "And… I don't know you." She shook Reid's hand. "I'm your pilot, Jordan Todd... Jedi Service Corps. Welcome to the BAU."
"Um… S-Spencer Reid."
"Welcome aboard."
"Thanks."
Within the hour, the ship was leaving Coruscant and the Jedi were settling into their quarters.
"Hotch?"
Hotch turned at the soft voice. "… Reid. Come in." He greeted, and the young Padawan stepped into the man's quarters. "What can I do for you?"
"… I… I wanted to thank you." Reid said.
"For what?"
"For letting me come along." Reid specified. Hotch straightened and reached out, placing his hand on Reid's shoulder.
"… I requested you specifically. Just as I did the others. You're an asset, young Jedi. And our mission will benefit from your presence."
Reid looked up at him, eyes bright and delighted, shining in his eager innocence.
"Thank you!" He gasped, and Hotch smiled.
"Thank YOU for coming." Hotch told him. Reid was beaming. And then, suddenly, he lunged forward and hugged the man, then scampered from the room. Hotch just stood there, stunned. But then, he smiled. And shaking his head, he left the room and headed up to see the pilot. On his way, he ran into Garcia.
"I'm not going to be running around planet-side swinging my Lightsaber, am I?" She asked him, anxiously.
"Penelope, I brought you along because you are a Healer. Because you can Enhance us, and Enfeeble our opponents."
"That and I am the total Tech Goddess." Garcia announced with a grin, and Hotch chuckled.
"That too."
"Greetings, Masters." The pair turned as a droid made its way over. "I am K3-V1N."
"You are the droid assigned to maintain the ship?" Garcia asked.
"And manage the Astromech Droids." K3-V1N said. "I am here to serve you for as long as you travel on the Black Asp of Uvena."
"Excellent." Garcia said. "Please show me to the main computer and take me through your systems."
"As you wish." The droid said, and the pair headed down the corridor. Garcia's voice drifted back.
"K3-V1N, huh?"
"That is correct."
"That's a mouthful. I, Penelope Garcia, hereby dub thee, Kevin."
Shaking his head in amusement, Hotch turned and made his way into the cockpit. Morgan was sitting with Jordan Todd, and the pair were tossing playful banter back and forth; this wasn't the first time they had flown together.
Hotch oversaw Jordan Todd setting their course for Baskarn. As she prepared to make the jump to light speed, Hotch looked at Morgan, feeling that the man had something to say.
"One hell of a team we have here." Morgan commented, casually glancing back at Hotch.
"I only chose the best." Hotch said calmly. Morgan smirked and stood.
"You chose an apprentice?" He asked, and the pair began to walk down the corridor together.
"Do you deny that Reid is one of the best Force Wielders you have ever seen?" Hotch asked.
"… I'm not sure…"
"What's on your mind, Morgan?" Hotch asked.
"… He uses abilities that only Dark Jedi and Sith Lords use. The Dark Side is treacherous and deceptive…"
"Are you saying that you think Reid is a Dark Jedi?" Hotch asked, frowning.
"No… I… I'm worried that his willingness to USE these Dark Side Powers will attract, and leave him vulnerable to, the Dark Side."
"That's not all that you're worried about." Hotch said, and Morgan frowned. "Your emotions betray you, Derek."
"… If he Falls, Hotch…"
"Yes?"
"… That kid could be the next Sith Lord… And not just ANY Sith Lord… He could become a Dark Legend… another Freedon Nadd, Exar Kun, Marka Ragnos, Naga Sadow…"
"You truly feel that Reid is vulnerable to the Dark Side?"
"He's innocent." Morgan said. "TOO innocent. His own purity could be his undoing."
"That's why we stand by him. We guide him. We guard him. We protect him." Hotch said. "As we do each other. As we did you."
Morgan was silent for a long time.
"Is he any more vulnerable than you were?" Hotch asked.
"If this team can be for him what they were for me when my Master Fell… Then we'll be okay."
Hotch gripped Morgan's shoulder.
"Have faith. And trust in the Force." Hotch said, and Morgan nodded.
"Making the jump to Light Speed." Jordan's voice called over the com units, and with that, the BAU shot off into the stars, heading to the planet Baskarn.

PLANET: KORRIBAN, SITH HOMEWORLD
LOCATION: SITH ACADEMY
TIME: LATE EVENING

A large stone table sat in a dimly lit room, surrounded by cloaked figures. They all sat silently, watching a figure in all black circling them.
"It has begun." The masked man said. "I have received word that the Jedi Order has finally dispatched a Strike Team to follow the lead I have laid for them. Some of their most promising Knights are amongst them." He turned to the people sitting at the table. "You will follow your exact instructions. You will each be responsible for one of them. They will turn, or they will die."
And then a life size hologram appeared in the middle of the table, slowly rotating.
"Frank Breitkoff." An older man with gray hair looked up, a creepy smile on his face. "You will be targeting your old nemesis, Master Jason Gideon." Frank nodded, fingering the hilt of his Vibroblade as he studied the hologram. Then it changed to a woman.
"Battle." A young, handsome man with piercing blue eyes leaned back with an arrogant smirk. "It is crucial that you turn Penelope Garcia. We need her powers."
"Lee." An orange skinned Twi'Lek male straightened. "Elle Greeneway. She is impulsive and hot headed… she should be easy to turn… As should Derek Morgan. Gordinski… HE is yours."
"Henry Grace…" A small man with a swarthy face and white hair raised his eyes, giving the dark cloaked figure a shrewd glance. "I am sure you can handle Master David Rossi… I know he killed your brother... but please try to refrain from killing him..." The man smirked and nodded, silently.
"Cyrus. I think I can trust you to handle Emily Prentiss…"
"Karl Arnold… take care when handling Jennifer Jareau. Her powers over the mind are to be reckoned with."
"What about us?" Came a low growl. The cloaked figure paused, then turned and looked at the three identical men sitting in the shadows.
"The boy. The Padawan. I have foreseen that when the time is right, he will be yours. But he is unfamiliar to us. We will need to do our research and learn what we can about him first. See if he's even worth the effort..."
"And what of Aaron Hotchner, my Lord?" Lee asked.
"… He's mine." The masked man hissed, anticipation in his voice. "You three… stay here. The rest of you… go."
And as one, the men rose from the table and left, cloaks swishing behind them.
"Darth Reaper… why can't we go?" Growled the talkative man.
"Because you're not needed, Charles." Said the Reaper. "You, Tobias and Raphael will wait here until the time is right."
Charles growled, but the other two were silent. And when their compatriots took off in their ships, they were left behind to wait their turn…

Battle Meditation – This power is used by powerful Jedi Consulars. It takes much concentration, so often times, a user cannot physically join in a battle. The larger the scale this is used on, the more concentration needed. A Jedi using this technique enhances the strength and courage of their allies, while enfeebling that of their opponents. The use of this technique can sometimes be the difference between victory and defeat.
Jedi Mind Trick - Seen in all of the movies (especially by Obi-Wan Kenobi), a Jedi is able to use the Force to affect the weak minded and sway them to their will. Can also be used to cloud or distract the mind, allowing the user to sneak by the target without being detected. Dark Force Users can also utilize this ability to fill an opponent with fear and horror, or even drive them into temporary madness. It can also confuse the target into turning on their allies in the heat of battle.

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