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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 21

PLANET: EN ROUTE TO VJUN

LOCATION: THE EYE OF PROVIDENCE

TIME: MID MORNING

It had been four days since Aaron Hotchner and Spencer Reid had been captured by the Sith. Four days spent in their cells... they could see nothing, for it was pitch black. They could hear nothing beyond their own breathing, for it was completely silent. They could feel nothing but the cold, for their restrains kept them hovering in the middle of the room… And thanks to the Sith Torture Masks, they could not feel the Force… they were as blind and helpless as newborns. Every now and then, there would be a pinch in their wrists as a needle built into their restraints administered enough fluids and nutrients to keep them alive and well. But that wasn’t on a set time schedule… it was random. This prevented them from using this as a method to help keep track of time.

In the middle of the fourth day, however, the silence was broken.

Click.

In their separate cells, both men looked up.

Click.

They saw nothing but darkness.

Click.

Click.

Click.

And then, suddenly, a bright white light engulfed Reid’s cell. After being in darkness for days, the intensely bright light stabbed into the boy’s skull. He let out a shriek, closing his eyes tightly.

In the cell next door, Hotch had also let out a pained cry; the wall before him was a mirrored window. He hadn’t know because both Reid’s and his cell had been pitch black. But now with the light on, he could see through the window and see Reid… at least… he WOULD be able to once his eyes adjusted to the intense light.

It was nearly half an hour before Hotch was able to venture a look at the window again. He had to squint, but he could see. His lover had his head bowed and his eyes tightly closed.

Click.

Hotch frowned and Reid lifted his head slightly, listening.

Click.

Hotch had a bad feeling…

Click.

Click.

Click.

“AAAAAAAHHHHNNN!!!”

Hotch could only watch his lover scream in pain… but he couldn’t hear it. Not over the deep, loud tone that made his bones vibrate. And he knew that Reid’s cell was probably soundproofed. For the sound to be that loud for HIM, it must be excruciatingly painful for Reid… Hotch shook his head, distressed… it could even deafen the boy…

He watched Reid scream and writhe, struggling against his restraints in his desperation to clap his hand over his assaulted ears. Though it wasn’t just his ears… he felt like his teeth were rattling in his skull, and his brain was vibrating into goo… The vibration made his bones ache and skin tingle unpleasantly.

It felt like it went on for hours, though it was only fifteen minutes. Then, it just suddenly shut off. Reid hung limp in his restraints… his ears were ringing… he couldn’t hear his own gasping… Fifteen minutes later, he still couldn’t hear well… he couldn’t even hear the clicks that served as a warning before the loud, low tone sounded again…

All day this went on. Fifteen minutes on, fifteen minutes off. Fifteen minutes on, fifteen minutes off. Until, finally, Reid no longer responded when the tone turned on. It only sounded for five minutes this time before turning off. Hotch was watching when the three men known collectively as Darth Trion walked in.

“… Got your hearing back yet?”

Hotch jumped at the voice. Darth Cenar walked over to stand beside Hotch, watching through the window as one of the three men, the angry looking one, reached out and ripped the Sith Torture Mask from Reid’s head. Hotch stared at his lover… the boy’s head rolled limp on his shoulders, and blood was flowing from his nose, spilling over his lips and chin and dripping to the floor.

His ankles were released from their restraints, followed by his right wrist. His body fell, handing grotesquely from the left, and when that was freed he collapsed bonelessly to the floor. The skittish one hurried over to the wall and pulled out a long hose, handing it to the cruel one. The man pointed it at Reid, and a moment later freezing cold water doused the boy.

Reid thrashed slightly and weakly dragged himself across the floor, trying to escape the frigid assault. But he didn’t make it far. The water was shut off.

“Pay close attention, Aaron.” Darth Cenar said. “Most everything that they do to him, I will do to you. We start tomorrow…” And he left the room, leaving Hotch to stare at the trembling Padawan in the other cell until the lights went out, leaving them in silent darkness once more…

PLANET: CORUSCANT

LOCATION: JEDI TEMPLE

TIME: AFTERNOON

A man hurried through the corridors, a sense of urgency around him. He reached the Council Chamber and burst in without asking permission. The Masters all blinked at him, and without preamble, he blurted “We just got a distress call from Master Syr’s stolen ship!”

“What was the message, Anderson?” Master Kao demanded, looking concerned.

“Just a mayday and the co-ordinates.” Anderson told her.

“… It could be a trap…” Warned Master Bre Mong.

“We must risk it.” Said Eesa K’Tal with a stern tone that few if any had ever heard in her normally-lyrical voice. “Those two, as rash as their actions were—“

“It was insubordination!!!” Max Ryan bellowed.

“—They are STILL Jedi. And we MUST go to their aid.” The Kaminoan Master said.

“I agree.” Said Master Virr.

“Of course YOU agree.” Max Ryan snorted. “You and that Padawan are thick as thieves!!!”

“I agree with Masters Virr and K’Tal.” Bre Mong announced. Master Ryan gave the Kel Dor Master a dirty look.

“If we go!” Kitata Ree called over the sudden outburst of arguing, which quickly vanished, “we go in full force!!! We go to rescue our brothers and to dismantle this Sith organization. Ultimately, the decision is mine. But I will hear you now. All those in favor of mobilizing an immediate rescue mission?”

“I.” Declared Master K’Tal.

“I.” Said Tarash Virr.

“I.” Said Bre Mong.

“Not I.” Said Erin Strauss.

“Not I.” Said Max Ryan.

“Not I.” Said Sa’Eeya’Da.

“I.” Said Noria Cereni.

“I.” Said Ralko Cereni.

“Not I.” Said Hssa Sssraa.

“I.” Said Amna Kao, giving Hssa Sssraa a look.

“I!!!” Bellowed Raahn Syr, making a couple of Masters jump, startled.

“It is decided.” Kitata Ree declared, hopping out of his seat. “Muster our Masters and Knights! Send messages to our Jedi around the galaxy who can meet us! Ready the ships!!!” And the Council watched the tiny Grand Master scuttle across the room and out the door.

“HAH!!!” Master Syr laughed, again startling several other Master. “Let’s go hunting!!!” And the largest of the Council quickly strode out after the smallest. Grinning, Amna Kao, Eesa K’Tal and Tarash Virr headed out as well.

PLANET: EN ROUTE TO VJUN

LOCATION: THE EYE OF PROVIDENCE

TIME: LATE MORNING

Hotch wanted to die. The low, deafening tone had been torturing him all day. Apparently Darth Trion and Cenar (what was up with the multiple Sith Lords, anyway?) had decided that in the morning Hotch would be tortured, and then in the afternoon he would watch Reid be tortured, knowing that what was done to Reid would be done to him the next day.

That was torture in itself, not just knowing what was coming, but watching his young lover being subjected to such cruel pain. After reading Reid’s emotions, it was decided that rather than have Reid watch Hotch being tortured, they kept the boy cut off. He couldn’t see Hotch through the window, he couldn’t hear the man’s howls of pain… and he couldn’t reach the man through their Bond. That not knowing… the complete isolation… that seemed to be much more frightening and damaging for the boy. Though he was informed that every torture he suffered was being done to Hotch, too... They just didn’t tell him that Hotch was watching the boy’s suffering as a preview of his own…

Right now, they were at the hour-long break that came between the end of Hotch’s torture, and beginning of Reid’s. Both hung suspended in their restraints, getting their daily dose of fluids. The Sith Torture Masks were still on…

The door to Hotch’s cell opened and Darth Cenar stepped in.

“I hope you took my advice and got a nap in.” The man said, pleasantly. Hotch just glared. “We should have a pretty good show for you today. Ah. And there’s our star.” The lights flared on in Reid’s cell. The boy lifted his head. “And our supporting cast.” And the three Henkel brothers entered. “And our guest-star…” Hotch’s eyes widened. A large round droid floated into the room; an interrogation droid… It was equipped with every manner of device used to torture a victim…

Reid lifted his head and when his eyes fell upon the droid, his entire body stiffened and then began to thrash. Darth Cenar turned and flicked his fingers at a switch on the wall. Speakers burst to life, and Hotch could hear his lover’s frantic breathing and soft whimpers. After a moment, Reid fell still and quiet, though he was still panting in his fear.

Darth Cenar smirked. “You should enjoy this.” And he reached out and removed the Sith Torture Mask. Immediately, the Force began to flow through the Jedi Knight, and he was able to access his Bond with his lover. He could feel the boy’s intense fear, but he could also feel his determination to overcome it… to face the three Sith before him with the bravery and constitution expected of a Jedi. And despite the situation, Hotch’s heart swelled in pride for the young man.

He tried to reach out to the boy… to tell him how proud he was… to comfort him… to tell him to hang on… but he couldn’t. While he could feel Reid, Reid couldn’t feel him… he was still cut off from the Force, thanks to the Sith Torture Mask that he still wore. And that’s when Hotch realized the additional method of torture that Darth Cenar was subjecting him to. He would be able to feel his lover… feel his pain, his misery, his fear, and yet he was unable to offer the boy any comfort.

“Do you know what Bavo-6 is?” The calm one asked. Reid turned his head slightly towards the man, before looking back at the interrogation droid.

“… It’s a serum that… lowers one’s pain threshold… causes hallucinations… or can make an individual more… compliant.” Reid answered.

“… That’s right.” The calm one said. “The question is… what will we do once it has taken effect. Do you have any suggestions?” Reid said nothing.

Suddenly, the angry one lunged forward and slammed his fist into Reid’s solar plexus.

“AHHNG!!!”

“I asked you a question, boy!!!” He thundered.

“Please…” Mumbled the nervous one. “I don’t have to do this…”

“Shut up.” Snapped the angry one. “Yes I do. This IS what I do.”

Hotch stared, eyes wide. So THAT was why Darth Reaper referred to Darth Trion as a singular person… because Darth Trio saw himself… THEMSELVES as a singular person.

“You think you have a powerful Force Bond?” Darth Cenar asked Hotch. “No one in the galaxy has ever had a Force Bond like Darth Trion. Their Bond is so strong, that the Force has virtually fused their minds into one. They used to all be regular brothers… triplets. But then, slowly, the Force Bond brought them together, mentally, emotionally… through the Force… They became EXACTLY the same… And then they began to fracture. They became three physically separate personalities, one soul.

Hotch stared at the three men standing around his lover, eyes wide in amazement at what he was hearing… it sounded impossible, but he sensed that Darth Cenar was speaking truths.

The Sith continued. “Charles… he’s the violent one. He is their Anger and Aggression. Raphael is their Logic and Control.”

“… And the last?” Hotch asked. Darth Cenar smiled slightly, pleased to have drawn the Knight into conversation.

Then he snorted in contempt. “Tobias.” He spat. “They confined their less desireable traits into one body. He’s their fear.”

“He’s their conscience.” Hotch stated.

“He’s their weakness.”

“… He’s their Jedi. Quarantined and controlled by two Sith.”

Darth Cenar turned and stared at Hotch for a long time before turning his attention back to the other room.

The three brothers stood in silence as the interrogation droid moved forward, a large needle sliding out of its casing. Hotch knew that the needle was large not because it had to be, but because of the fear it inspired.

The droid scanned Reid’s body, locating his abdominal aorta artery, deep within his belly. It followed it down to where the femoral artery branched off in his lower abdomen and pelvic region. Reid trembled, watching with wide eyes as the droid sunk down to the proper level and moved forward, the needle aimed for the soft area below his navel and above his groin, and between his hip and the mid-line of his torso.

Raphael stepped forward, pushing the hem of Reid’s trousers down enough to bare the expanse of pale skin that the droid had targeted. Reid gulped and closed his eyes, turning away.

“WATCH.” Charles snarled, forcing Reid’s head down. Reid bit back another whimper and Hotch felt him fight back his fear. He took a deep breath, set his resolve and watched. His abdomen twitched as the needle made contact, and then he hissed as it sunk into his flesh, burrowing in deep. The droid stopped when it felt that the needle had punctured the femoral artery. It sat for a few long seconds, prolonging the psychological torture, and then injected the Bavo-6.

Reid gasped as he felt the drug begin to spread through his body, and then his pain-threshold began to fall. His body started to tremble and he fought to hold as still as possible, fully knowing that the needle was still in him… the sting began to worsen. Then, the droid slowly withdrew the needle. Reid let out a cry, shocked at how much it hurt.

“AH!! Ow… ow…. Nhh… Ahhn… nnnh… NNGH!!! AAHNG!!!”

The needle came free, and a single drop of blood rolled down his pale skin to soak into the hem of his pants… at least before they were stripped from his body until he hung naked before the eyes of the three men. Reid stayed perfectly still, eyes closed. He just waited for the pain.

He heard the scrape of metal and his eyes flew open. Charles was approaching with a simple knife.

“I don’t have to do this.” Tobias gasped.

“It’s what I do.” Raphael said calmly, and a scream pierced the air as the first small cut was made.

PLANET: CORUSCANT

LOCATION: FANG OF THE BLACK IXLL

TIME: SUN SET

Coruscant glowed a fiery orange as the sun set. On a large landing pad, a starcruiser was preparing for takeoff. Jordan Todd was securing the BAU in the hangar of the massive cruiser called the Fang of the Black Ixll, or as it was more affectionately known, the FBI. The ship was the largest Jedi Cruiser. In fact, it was currently transporting two hundred thirty seven Jedi Masters, four hundred eighty two Jedi Knights and one hundred forty four Padawans who had experience with fighting Dark Jedi.

In addition, there was the team of the BAU; Jason Gideon, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss and Jennifer Jareau.

Kitata Ree, Eesa K’Tal, Bre Mong, Hssa Sssraa, Tarash Virr, Amna Kao, Raahn Syr, Sa’Eeya’Da and Noria and Ralko Cereni had all decided to go. Only Max Ryan and Erin Strauss stayed behind…

This brought the total number of Jedi on the FBI to eight hundred seventy nine.

And another three hundred nineteen were coming in from around the galaxy to join in the upcoming battle.

All in all, a force of one thousand one hundred ninety eight Jedi were moving in to rescue the captured Knight and Padawan, break up the army of Dark Jedi that was forming and take the so-called Sith Lords into custody.

“Masters…” Gideon called, approaching Sa’Eeya’Da, Bre Mong and Hssa Sssraa. They turned to him. “Do you remember, many years ago… an Initiate on Dantooine named Adam Jackson?” He asked. He looked at Bre Mong. “You had a Padawan that you were training on Dantooine at the time… right after Tarash Virr became a Knight…?”

“Don’t know how you tolerated Tarash as your Padawan…” Sa’Eeya’Da chuckled. “Who was your Padawan after him on Dantooine?”

Bre Mong said with a nod. “Ahnna-Lah Mehdonu.” Bre Mong said with a nod. “She’s the Watchman for Halowan System… She wasn’t much older than Adam Jackson.” And she turned her attention back to Gideon. “I seem to remember that YOUR Padawan was friends with Adam… before he died in a Dark Jedi ambush on the younglings of the Enclave.”

“…No. He didn’t.”

“Excuse me?”

“Master… Adam is Darth Dualath.” Gideon said. The female Kel Dor stared at him for a long time.

“… That is why your Padawan did this.” She said. It was a statement, not a question.

“Yes. It is. He was… shocked when he realized that Dualath is Adam. He fought Masters Syr, Kao and Virr to defend Adam. He is determined to save him and bring him back to the Light. Back to the Order…”

“His intentions are noble but…” Sa’Eeya’Da sighed, shaking his head.

“His rash actions will get him killed, if they haven’t already.” Said Hssa Sssraa

“He’s still alive.” Gideon insisted. “They both are. We would feel it if they were…”

“Yes.” Nodded Master Bre Mong. “We would.”

“Jennifer and Penelope seem to be taking this situation… badly.” Master Hssa Sssraa said, carefully.

“They love Spencer and Aaron very much.” Gideon said, softly. “They’re worried about them. They’re afraid we won’t get to them in time to save them.”

“… Their fear is not without base.” Bre Mong commented.

No one answered…

AUTHOR’S NOTE!!!

Apparently there were a lot more Jedi Knights that many of us originally thought… according to Wookieepedia, “George Lucas described the Jedi Order as being "several hundred thousand" strong before the Purge”. For those of you who are NOT die-hard Star Wars fans, the Purge would be the extermination of the Jedi as seen in Episode III, led by Anakin Skywalker turned Darth Vader on the orders of Chancellor Palpatine/Darth Sidious, which less than a hundred Jedi escaped.
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