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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 2

PLANET: CAROSI

LOCATION: DEVIL’S DOME PLEASURE DOME

TIME: EARLY MORNING

The Reaper was in the largest Private Box overlooking the damaged arena filled with the remains of the Vi’Tani Pods that one of his servants had killed. With him was Rojja the Hutt, the owner of the Devil’s Dome… and he was NOT happy. He would have tried to kill Darth Reaper if it weren’t for the fact that he knew that he, and all of his property and family would be destroyed if he did try… And failed… which was more likely than his succeeding… So instead, he was demanding that the boy be destroyed.

He and the Reaper both turned at a knock on the door.

“Enter!” Called the Reaper.

The door opened and Darth Dualath, Darth Trion, and Darth Livion entered.

“Master.” Greeted Darth Dualath, bowing to the dominant Sith, and the three men collectively known as Darth Trion also bowed. Then Dualath stepped aside and Reid stepped forward, bowing slightly.

“You wanted to see me, Master?” Reid asked, eyes flicking to Rojja.

“Yes, Lord Livion.” The Reaper drawled. “You know Rojja?”

“… We’ve met.” Reid said in a flat tone.

“Well… I believe that you owe him an apology.” The Reaper stated, and Reid narrowed his eyes.

“… May I ask what for?”

“The destruction of my new Vi’Tani Pods!” Rojja barked, and Reid’s eyes snapped to the Hutt.

“Absolutely not!” He all but shouted, clenching his fists and taking on a very hostile stance. “I’d tell you to kiss my ass, but I don’t want you that close to me…”

Across the room there was a loud snort. Amanda and Tobias both ducked behind Charles and Raphael, smothering laughter.

The Hutt glared at Reid, then turned and looked at Darth Reaper. The Reaper turned and walked up to Reid. The pair stared at one another, and then the Reaper sighed.

“Just… don’t do it again.” He said.

"You aren’t doing anything!?” the Hutt demanded angrily.

“And what would you have me do? Kill him?” The Reaper asked. “His power is worth more to me than our partnership, Rojja… Do not annoy me.” And he turned back to the window overlooking the arena.

“You damage my property again, and I will kill you myself.” Rojja snarled at Reid.

“I do not fear you.” Reid hissed back. “And I will destroy any and all Vi’Tani that you ever bring here.”

“Don’t you dare.” Darth Reaper chuckled. Reid turned and glared at the back of the Sith Lord’s head.

“Try and stop me.” He growled. The Reaper turned and walked over to Reid. Then, the silence was broken by a sharp CRACK! Reid’s head was whipped to the side, and a red handprint was almost immediately visible on his cheek. Slowly, the Reaper lowered his hand.

“Do not talk back to me, boy…” Reid turned back to face the man, eyes blazing.

“If you want to stop me… you’ll have to kill me.” Reid said in a low tone.

“… Good.” The Reaper hissed, then looked at the others in the room. “Leave us.” And after a moment (and a glare at the Hutt), Darth Reaper was alone with Spencer Reid. “I see the anger in your eyes.” He announced. “I know that you have always been taught to let go of your anger… The Jedi taught you well to do that… and for the past two years, we have all failed to teach you the opposite. Until the other day…” Reid eyed Darth Reaper, warily. “For the first time, you embraced your rage… your fear… your pain… Do you even know what you did?”

“… I got upset… and I lost control.” Reid said softly, sounding ashamed.

“Oh, you did much more than that…” the Reaper hissed into Reid’s ear. “You crated a Force Storm…”

Reid’s eyes widened. “… W-What?”

“You made a Force Storm. A small one, yes, but you made one… do you know how rare that is?! Do you know anyone who can do that?!”

“Yes.” Reid nodded. “Master… Master Kitata Ree.”

“Him!” Scoffed the Reaper. “My boy… you could surpass him… you could become the most powerful person in the galaxy.” Reid said nothing. “… I am sending you on an assignment with Amanda. And I expect to hear of you using that anger you have.”

“I don’t want to.” Reid said softly. “AH!” He let out a yelp as he was backhanded across the face.

“I am your Master! And you will do as I command! AMANDA!!!”

The door opened and Amanda came in, glancing at Reid who had a hand to his reddened cheek.

“I am sending you on assignment together.” The Reaper said. “And you will report his every move to me.”

“Yes, Master.” Amanda nodded.

“I expect him to start using that power he showed the other day.” The Reaper continued.

“Where are we going?” Amanda asked.

“Ryloth.” The Reaper said, and Reid frowned. “One of our… partners, is having second thoughts about fulfilling his side of our… agreement. You are to go and discuss the consequences he faces if he chooses to back out. And then, you are to oversee the fulfillment of our agreement. Whether he is willing or not. And then, you will… deal with him.”

“Who is it?”

“Miroon Shala.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Amanda snorted, rolling her eyes. “He’s a sniveling coward.”

“Of course he is.” The Reaper snorted. “And you will deal with him. BOTH of you.” And he glared at Reid, and slowly approached him. “You have been defiant since Day One, in refusing to use your power to serve me... You have spent the last two years hiding it… I thought you had lost your power. That’s what you WANTED me to think, wasn’t it?” Reid wouldn’t meet the man’s eye. “But now you have given yourself away. I know that you still HAVE the power… you have just been refusing to use it.”

“Maybe because serving you goes against all that I am and believe in.” Reid snarled, and he was slapped yet again.

“It is time to change your beliefs! It has been two years… I will not tolerate this any longer.”

“I don’t care!” Reid shouted, then gasped and stumbled. Amanda watched as the Reaper began to siphon off Reid’s life energy with the Force Drain. Reid dropped to his knees and fell forward, catching himself on his arms.

“DO NOT TALK BACK TO ME.” The Reaper commanded.

Slowly, Reid lifted his head and fixed pained eyes on the man. “Do it.” He gasped. “Kill me.”

“You’re of more use to me alive than you are dead.” The Reaper said, and released the boy. “But I will not go easy on you any longer. You have your assignment. Go. The Galaxy has learned to fear your name. But not as much as they SHOULD fear it. I expect to hear whispers of the proper fear before I see you before me again. Should you fail, you will suffer a fate worse than death.”

“Nothing is worse than this servitude.” Reid growled, then gasped as the Reaper seized his throat in his hand.

“… Don’t make me prove you wrong…”

PLANET: CORUSCANT

LOCATION: JEDI TEMPLE

TIME: PRE DAWN

“Give in to me…” He hissed, and Reid sobbed softly, fixing his hazy eyes on Hotch.

“Harder…” He whimpered. “Give it to me harder, Aaron.” Hotch growled and slammed into Reid’s entrance, listening to Reid’s yelp as he buried his teeth into his shoulder again. Then, he felt the spasm begin in his lover’s body and he lifted his head to watch as he slammed in as hard as he could. He watched as Reid threw his head back and gasped, arching his back so far that one would fear that it would snap.

“Come on, Spencer… let go… I love you… I am yours… forever… come on baby… let go… let it go….” And with a cry Reid did as Hotch bade him.

“AAAH!” He cried, and jerked awake. Hotch lay in his bed sand stared at the ceiling, gasping for breath and feeling the wetness in his pants rapidly cooling. He grimaced and squirmed at the feeling, then slowly stood from the bed and moved to take a hot shower. He ran his hand through his hair, and pretended that all of the drops running down his face were from the shower…

When he headed to the dining hall, he was one of the first there. He was finishing as the rest of his team came in and sat down.

“What woke you this morning?” Rossi asked after a moment. “You were upset. We could all feel it.”

Hotch was silent.

“You were dreaming about him again, weren’t you?” JJ asked, gently. Hotch looked up at her, then sighed and nodded.

“It’s been two years.” Rossi said. “Aaron… you have to let go.”

“He’s not dead, Dave!” Hotch snapped.

“He may as well be…” Morgan sighed, looking sad. “He’s a Sith Lord, Hotch.”

“I’m not giving up on him. I’ll find him.” Hotch growled.

“And how do you think it will be any different from the last time?” Morgan asked, referring to the incident fourteen months prior.

FLASHBACK

Aaron Hotchner ran down the corridor, Gideon by his side. They were in pursuit of a Dark Jedi who was trying to warn his superiors that the Jedi were coming for them. He burst through a pair of doors, Hotch and Gideon on his heels.

“JEDI!!!” He shouted, and two cloaked figures turned from where they stood before a man strapped to an upright slab of metal. An interrogation droid hovered ominously nearby. The victim hung limp in his restraints. The first cloaked figured lowered his hood.

“Well well…” Amanda purred. “Look who’s here…” And she activated her Lightsaber. The other figure didn’t move. “Aaron Hotchner. Jason Gideon… Meet Darth Livion. He’s our rookie, fresh from training.” And she waved a hand at her companion.

“Adam…” Gideon gasped. “Adam, you don’t have to do this… come with us. Help us…”

“Help you?”

“Where is Spencer?!” Hotch shouted.

“SPENCER is dead!” Darth Dualath snapped. “And now, so are you… Livion!”

And the other cloaked figure flung his robe aside, spinning his Double Bladed Lightsaber threateningly as he activated it.

Hotch and Gideon stared, eyes wide.

“Spencer…” Hotch gasped. He stared at the boy. His pale ivory skin was now a deathly white, and his formerly warm brown eyes were now a cold, red-rimmed yellow… The Dark Side surrounded him like a shroud. His hair was darker, hanging around his face in oily strands… but hanging to the right side of his face was a Padawan braid…

And it was that tiny detail that gave Aaron Hotchner hope…

Beside him, Gideon raised his green Lightsaber and took on a fighting stance.

“What are you doing?!” Hotch gasped, eyes wide.

“He’s a Sith now, Aaron.” Gideon said, a deep sadness in him. “And we have to go through him to complete our mission.”

“But—“

“DIE, JEDI SCUM!!!” Amanda thundered, flying at the two men. Reid was on her heels, his eyes cold and focused.

Amanda and Gideon clashed, Lightsabers blurring around them.

Hotch’s eyes widened when he saw a red blade falling, ready to cleave him in two. He pulled his weapon and spun, slashing upwards. Reid let out an angry cry as his Double Bladed Saber was sliced in two. He leapt up and spun, and Hotch blocked his blows again. The two men lunged forwards, now both wielding two Blades. They crossed said blades and found themselves face to face, staring into each other’s eyes. Hotch’s eyes were filled with sadness and desperation… Reid’s were filled with anger over his damaged weapon, and excitement at the battle he was engaged in. Until he noticed that the crossed blades were not red on yellow…

Reid blinked, and his eyes moved to the weapons that Hotch was wielding… His eyes widened in shock, and his lips parted in his surprised…

Hotch was wielding HIS Lightsabers… the weapons he had left behind when he had been taken by the Sith… The Double-bladed Lightsaber that he had carefully crafted to become two single blades with a simple twist… Garcia had given him the Focusing Crystals as a gift, and they made the blades gleam a brilliant amethyst.

“W-What are… you…” Reid stammered, looking stunned and confused.

“I’m holding onto them for you.” Hotch told him. “Until you can come home and take them back.”

“I can’t…” Reid breathed, looking pained.

“Yes. You can.” Hotch murmured, and leaned forwards. Reid’s eyes widened, before they fell closed.

Their lips barely touched for the briefest moments before Hotch was suddenly flying across the room.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Darth Dualath shouted, and Reid gasped and stumbled as he was slapped across the face.

Reid stared at Amanda for a moment, then shook his head slightly and tightened his grip on his weapons again. Amanda glared, then turned and went after Hotch. Reid turned and gasped, crossing his arms over his chest to act as a barrier as Gideon tried to throw him across the room with the Force.

And then, as Hotch and Amanda circled each other, Master and Apprentice met in battle.

Reid blocked his Master’s first strike, and he moved with a counter-strike. Gideon blocked it, his eyes cold, his face hard… he would not go easy on the boy… The pair dueled their way across the room, and Gideon narrowed his eyes… he noted the metal brace on the boy’s knee… and he noticed how Reid took care not to pivot on it, or over extend it… And so Gideon waited until the time was right, and when he saw an opening, he took it.

He whirled around, dropped to his knees and slammed his arm into the back of Reid’s bad knee.

“AAAAHHRRNNN!!!”

Both Hotch and Amanda turned at the agonized scream and watched Reid collapse to the floor, face twisted in pain as he clutched his knee. Gideon stood over him, Lightsaber in hand.

“Gideon! No!” Hotch shouted, eyes wide.

“HYYYAAAAAHHH!!!” Amanda screamed, and charged at Gideon. When she reached him, he dodged her blow, seized her arm and spun, flinging her to the floor with bone jarring force. Her Lightsaber spun away, and when she moved to push herself up on her elbows, she froze, staring wide eyed at the green Lightsaber at her throat.

Gideon turned and looked down at Reid, who was staring up at him.

“Bastard…” Reid gasped, voice lined with pain.

“What happens is your choice, Spencer.” Gideon said. “You can come home as a Jedi, or a Sith prisoner.”

“Jason, no.” Hotch called, quickly moving across the room.

“Stay there, Hotch.” Gideon commanded. “He has to make this choice himself.”

Reid stared up at Gideon, eyes blazing.

“This from the man who never let me make a choice my entire childhood?” He hissed. “Your word was law, MASTER.”

“I guided you as best I could, Spencer.”

“You isolated me.” Reid snapped.

“… Spencer… I apologize for that. I never meant to cause you any pain. I’ve searched for a satisfactory explanation for what I did. All I’ve come up with is… I had never taken a Padawan before and I was… too over protective… regardless, I did you a great disservice.” Gideon breathed, shaking his head. “But now, you are on your own. And you have to make this choice…”

Reid stared at Gideon for a long time. “Master… I…”

“Don’t do anything stupid…” Darth Dualath growled, staring at Reid. “And remember… You made a deal… your loyalty for HIS life.” And she jerked her head towards Hotch. Reid blinked, then closed his eyes.

“I made an oath. And now I must live by it.” Reid said softly, then thrust a hand into the air.

“AAHHG!” Gideon yelped as he flew into the wall. Reid twisted his torso and threw his hand out towards Hotch. But the man lifted his hands and only slid back a foot or so.

“Don’t do this, Spencer!” Hotch shouted, but then stiffened and his eyes widened as he felt a pressure on his neck. “HUHK!!!” Darth Dualath stood, smirking as she watched Reid using the Force to choke Hotch, and literally lift him off of the floor.

“SPENCER!!!” Gideon roared, and charged towards him. Reid forced himself up to his knees, thrusting out his other hand and pinning Gideon to the wall.

“I am Darth Livion!!!” Reid snapped. “And that’s all there is.”

And Dark Jedi poured into the room.

“Cover us!” Darth Dualath ordered. “And kill HIM!” And she indicated the victim who was still bound to the metal slab at the end of the room, interrogator droid still hovering close by. Then, as the Dark Jedi engaged in combat with Hotch and Gideon, Amanda knelt by Reid and ducked under his arm, helping him stand and limp from the room…

Hotch sighed, shaking his head… that was the first and only time he had crossed paths with Reid since the day the boy had sold his freedom to save Hotch’s life.

“Aaron… He’s chosen Darth Livion.” Rossi said, softly.

“No.” Hotch snapped. “He’s not CHOOSING it! He’s not being given a choice!”

“He always had a choice!” Morgan snapped. “Just like I had!”

Hotch shook his head. “I won’t give up on him.” He said, staring at his team. “I never will. I will fight to my dying breath to save him.”

“Me too!” Garcia nodded, firmly.

“And me.” JJ said, softly.

“As will I.” They all turned and looked at the man in the doorway.

There stood Tarash Virr, the Miraluka Jedi Sentinel, a Seer and one of the twelve Jedi Masters on the High Council of the Jedi Order. He was also a dear friend of Reid’s. They had become friends right from the get-go. Reid, being half Miraluka, developed a close kinship with the full-blooded Miraluka, who was an older Padawan when Reid was an Initiate. Reid became a Padawan around the same time Tarash Virr became a Knight, and the elder visited the younger often in the eleven years that Reid had trained with Gideon at the Jedi Enclave on Dantooine. The pair was like brothers… the only people who had been closer to Reid had been his team… until he was taken by the Sith.

“Aaron.” Master Virr called. “We require your presence immediately. We have an assignment for you.”

Hotch sighed and nodded, standing. He walked beside Master Virr in silence for a while, then sighed.

“Master…” He said, softly, and Tarash Virr turned his head slightly towards the other man. “Have you… foreseen anything?” Ever since the run-in with Reid fourteen months past, Hotch had been asking the Jedi Seer to try and see into the future… to see if Reid would return to them…

“I am sorry, Aaron… His future is… extremely clouded. I cannot even begin to guess…” The blind Master said, his voice full of regret. “I wish I could give you better than that…”

“It’s alright. As long as it’s clouded, his future is uncertain… as long as it’s clouded, there’s still hope.”

“Yes.” Master Virr said with a smile. “There is indeed hope. Cling to it as you cling to life. Not just for him, but for all the Fallen Jedi.” Hotch nodded.

They reached the Council Chamber and stepped in. Tarash Virr took his seat, and Hotch bowed to the Council.

The Chadra-Fan, Master Kitata Ree, nodded back. He was Grand Master of the Jedi Order, and Head of the High Council. To his left sat Max Ryan, Erin Strauss and Bre Mong. To his right sat Eesa K’Tal, Tarash Virr, Amna Kao, Raahn Syr, Noria and Ralko Cereni and Sa’Eeya’Da. And finally, in the seat that had belonged to Master Hssa Sssraa before he fell in battle two years ago, the newest member of the High Council, Master Jason Gideon.

After the confrontation with Reid, Gideon fell into a horrible depression. He didn’t return to Coruscant with the team… He fled and lived in a self-imposed exile for nearly a year before the Jedi found him living in the thick jungles of the planet New Cov. They brought him back to the Temple on Coruscant, where the long-standing respect of the entire Order for his wisdom earned him his place on the Council. It was that run-in with Reid that finally convinced Gideon to take the position.

“Aaron.” Kitata Ree greeted. “Master Raahn Syr just returned from Nar Shaddaa. And he has several leads we must track down.” Hotch nodded, then turned and looked to the large Cathar Master.

“The Sith organization under Darth Reaper is spreading.” Rumbled Master Syr. “They are building strongholds on planets across the galaxy, expanding their slave trade and taking Force Sensitives to Sith Academies that are springing up everywhere. They are using these Academies to build their own version of the Jedi Service Corps.”

“It is time we start dismantling these Sith Strongholds.” Growled Sa’Eeya’Da, the Devaronian Jedi Ace.

“We’re sending you to Mon Calamari.” Erin Strauss said. “Master Kao will accompany you.” Hotch glanced at the Nautolan Master, who nodded to him. “She has a good relationship with both the Mon Calamaris, and the Quarrens.”

“What is the Sith operation on Mon Calamari?” Hotch asked.

“They are outwardly trying to befriend the Mon Calamari, to get them to allow them to build a fortress on their world. Secretly, they are enslaving them.” Amna Kao said, scowling. “The Quarren have retreated to the depths of the planet’s oceans, but they may be entertaining the idea of an alliance with the Sith…”

“We must get the Sith off of the planet as soon as possible.” Kitata Ree said.

“I’m sure there are a lot of planets we need to get them off of.” Hotch said with a frown.

“There are.” Strauss said in a flat tone. “Sa’Eeya’Da, Raahn Syr and Bre Mong are also heading out across the galaxy to try and uproot the holds that Darth Reaper are establishing. You must leave immediately. And Aaron… the Sith Lord in charge… bring him or her back alive.” Hotch stared at her, then bowed.

“Gather your team, Master Hotchner.” Amna Kao said, standing. “We leave within the hour.”

Raahn Syr lifted a great paw, and said “May the Force be with you.”
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