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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 22

PLANET: VJUN

LOCATION: THE EYE OF PROVIDENCE

TIME: AFTERNOON

Hotch had looked on in silent agony as he watched Darth Trio torture his lover. But he felt even worse the next morning when Darth Cenar put him through the same torture… it was worse than he had ever thought… and knowing that this was what Reid had gone through tortured his heart even as Darth Cenar tortured his body. He had sliced his skin with a blade, and the droid had shot him with low level blaster fire, leaving angry scorch marks over his body, followed by a brutal beating. This continued until Hotch passed out from the pain for the fourth time.

The blast of cold water was what woke him.

“Nap time is over, Aaron.” Darth Cenar announced. “Show time.”

Wincing, Hotch opened his eyes and watched through the mirror-window as Darth Trion surrounded Reid, once again hanging from restraints.

“They’re going a different route today.” Darth Cenar said, calmly. “The Memory Walk.” Hotch frowned. “Heard of it?” When Hotch didn’t answer, the Sith Lord explained. “Using the Force, they will force him to relive all the worst memories of his life… everything from embarrassing ones to the most painful ones… and the thing he will feel the entire time will be nothing but fear and despair… Just watch. I guarantee it… within the hour he will beg for death…”

“Don’t…” Hotch breathed. Darth Cenar blinked, then looked down at him.

“Excuse me?”

“Leave him alone. Don’t hurt him…” Hotch gasped. “Please. He’s been through enough.”

“If he want the pain to stop, all he has to do is surrender himself to our Master.” Darth Cenar said, calmly. “The same goes for you.” Hotch just glared at the man, but then turned when he heard the whimpers. Reid was struggling in his restraints, gasping and crying as Darth Trion forced all of his bad memories to the forefront of his mind.

Hotch winced when the gasps became screams. The boy then broke down and cried like a small child, and in a high pitched, child-like voice, began screaming for his mother… Hotch winced.

“Go on…” Darth Cenar hissed, and put a hand on Hotch’s head. “Take a look…” And before Hotch knew it, he was seeing the memories Reid was reliving…

The room was dark… there was the sound of frightened gasps.

“Mom?” Came the soft whimper. “Mom?!”

“Spencer!” The door opened and firelight flooded in. A thin woman stood in the doorway. She had short wheaten hair and a deeply lined face. She wore a thin robe with a simple scarf tied across her face where her eyes would be. She hurried over, bare feet making only the most quiet shuffles on the floor. Small hand reached up to her, and she lifted the small child into her arms.

“Stay quiet.” She said softly, and slipped out of the small house. They were in a small village, and it was under attack. People ran, screaming. The woman held her child close and fled. They had almost made it to the edge of the village when she turned a corner and—

“Look out!!!” The child cried, and a moment later they were surrounded by men, and screaming as the child was torn from the woman’s arms. “MOMMY!!!”

“NO!” The woman screamed. “NO! SPENCER!!!” She reached out to her son, the scarf falling from her head to reveal the smooth, uninterrupted skin where eyes were expected to be. She thrashed and hit and kicked and bit and clawed as her small son was held tightly by a large Gamorrean.

“No! Let my mommy go!” The child shouted, struggling within the thick beast’s large hands. “Mommy!!!”

“Shut up, woman!” Snapped one of the men trying to contain the child’s mother.

“Please!” She begged. “Please… he’s my son… he’s all I have…” A man, a Dark Jedi, walked over.

“… Take the boy. Leave the woman. She’s too old to be of any use.”

“NO!”

“MOMMY!!!”

“I WON’T LET YOU TAKE MY BABY!!!” The woman screamed, and jerked out of the arms of the one holding her, lunging towards the Gamorrean. “SPENCER!!!”

Their fingers brushed for a breath of a moment, and then the woman was hurled away at the wave of the hand of the Dark Jedi. She stumbled to her feet and turned, prepared to fight… the Dark Jedi was not impressed.

The small Spencer Reid could only watch with wide eyes as the man drew his Lightsaber and cut down his mother in one merciless stroke.

Diana fell to the ground and died, her son’s name on her lips…

Little Spencer held perfectly still… Never had felt a death through the Force… But this first would haunt him for the rest of his days… He remained still and quiet as he was carried away onto a cold ship, never to see his home planet again… Or the only love he had ever known in his young, young life…

And the woman would live on only in the memories of her only child, the only one TO remember her. He would be her legacy, his honor would be hers, his cries her eulogy,
echoing through a cold slave ship.

And a four year old boy would be left to face the unknown, alone…

A single tear trailed down the man’s face as he emerged from the memory. Spencer had never told him in detail how his mother had died. And this wasn’t a case of just being told what happened… he had seen the memory from Spencer’s eyes. And it broke his heart. He felt a swell of righteous fury rise up within him; no one deserved to be put through this kind of torture. Hotch fixed a glare on Darth Cenar, but said nothing there was nothing he could say to make them stop. Before he knew it he was being drawn into another memory.

In the other room Reid was crying, trying to fight off the attack of Darth Trion upon his memories.

Young Spencer Reid smiled and sat back, then looked up. “Finished!” He called across the noisy workroom, where young initiates were learning to build their first Lightsabers. Of course, little seven year old Spencer was two to three years younger than the others…

Jedi Artisan Eesa K’Tal, not yet a Master, walked over with a small smile. Her eyes glittered as she gazed down upon the proud child, holding up the newly completed Lightsaber. She held out her hand and he placed it into her long fingers. She looked it over very carefully.

“Very well done, youngling.” She complimented. “One of the best first constructions I have ever seen. But it is worth nothing if it does not work.” And she handed it back to the boy. Spencer took it and held it aloft, and a moment later the glowing green blade erupted into existence, humming happily.

Several gasps and whispers went around the room.

“Good.” Eesa K’Tal said with a nod. “A strong blade, it is not sputtering or flickering… No loose parts… the blade is the perfect length for you… and it is straight. Not at all off-center… brilliantly done, young one. Brilliantly done.”

“Can I go show Tarash!?” the boy asked, eyes gleaming in excitement.

“Away with you.” Eesa K’Tal said with a smile and a wave of her long, elegant fingers.

Little Spencer Reid hopped of of his work bench and scuttled out of the room. He rushed down the hallway, weaving around the Jedi walking the same halls.

“What’s the rush, squirt?” Called an older initiate. Then, with a grin, he flicked his fingers at the boy.

Spencer gapsed as the hood of his little Jedi cloak suddenly flew up over his head and covered his eyes, and then there was a sharp Force Shove in his back. He yelped as he was shoved into the wall, his skull bouncing off of the hard stone. His Lightsaber fell to the floor.

“Whoa… he made a Lightsaber?!”

“No way… he’s too young.”

Reid shoved his hood back and picked up his Lightsaber, staring nervously at the larger boys.

“Hand it over, kid.” Snorted the bigger one. “Who did you steal it from!?”

“I made it!” Reid cried, eyes wide.

“Yeah right. Just wait ‘til the Council hears that you’ve stolen a Lightsaber!!!”

Reid tensed, then bolted.

“HEY!” Came the shout, and the boys chased him down the hall. Several Knights and Masters threw themselves out of the way and glared after the young initiates.

Reid skidded around a corner and came to a stop, eyes wide.

“Going somewhere, squirt?” Asked another older initiate, a boy by the name of Paul Thomas. And then the boy went flying as his pursuers caught up and Force Threw him to the floor.

“Nice one!” Crowed one of the boys. Slowly, Reid got to his feet and backed away. Then, up on a walkway on the floor above, he saw Tarash Virr and Aaron Hotchner with their Masters, Bre Mong and David Rossi. His heart leapt. His friends would help him!!! He turned and bolted again. The three older boys chased after him.

“TARASH!” Reid cried. “HOTCH! HELP!!!”

He tracked them using the Force, able to feel the teenage Padawans who would surely come to his aid! He dashed around a corner and out onto the steps of the Jedi Temple. And there, he stopped. The shuttle was already leaving, with Tarash Virr and Aaron Hotchner on board with their Masters… leaving Spencer Reid standing on the steps of the Temple, and three larger boys charging him down.

“AHHNG!” Reid yelped, as he was Force Pushed. The boy toppled down the stairs, finally landing at the bottom of the top flight… He lay there, tears flooding down his cheeks as he stared at his Lightsaber on the ground a few feet away. It was broken.

He barely managed to snatch it up before the boys grabbed him and dragged him back into the Temple. He whimpered as he was dragged to the Apprentice Dormitories and they shoved him up to his personal locker.

“Open it.” Snapped one of the boys. Hands shaking, Reid did as he was told. As soon as it opened, the boys began to go through his belongings, throwing them around the corridor. Then, without a word, they grabbed the young Jedi and shoved him into his own locker, slamming the door behind him. The locker automatically locked, and Reid found himself stuck, unable to get out. He was in the locker all day, not found until bedtime…

Hotch winced as he came out of that memory… He had never known… He remembered that when he and Master Virr, then a senior Padawan, has returned from a mission to Alderaan, little seven year old Spencer Reid had showed them his brand new Lightsaber. He never guessed that it had been a newly-repaired brand new Lightsaber. It broke his heart to think of all the careful work that young Spencer Reid had put into it, only to have it break within a few minutes of its completion… but the idea that the boy had been coming to him for help, and he hadn’t even known…

It was little comfort to know that the three boys who had hurt little Spencer had all been discharged from the Order as unsuitable…

He gasped as memories overcame him again.

Spencer Reid was working in the holocron library at the Jedi Enclave on Dantooine. He had been there for a couple of months… At twelve, he was the youngest Padawan at the Enclave. There were many Initiates older than he was who were still waiting for a Master to take them as their Padawan Learners… And this bred a lot of envy and animosity towards young Spencer Reid…

“Spencer!” He looked up, and blinked.

“… Harper?”

“Hey. Alexa wants to meet you… At the tree near the Crystal Caves!”

“What?” Reid asked, his face turning a soft pink.

“Alexa wants to meet you.” Harper repeated slowly, tugging Reid to his feet.

“Alexa? M-Meet me?!” Reid gasped, eyes wide. Alexa was easily the most gorgeous girl at the Enclave on Dantooine, and was four years his senior.

Reid made his way out of the Enclave and headed for the Crystal Caves. Once he got there, he saw Alexa Lisbon standing beneath the tree near the entrance to the Caves… She turned and smiled when he approached. But a few yards away, Reid stopped. He sensed something… something was off…

“What’s wrong?” Alexa asked, and Reid slowly backed away, then turned and bolted. But he didn’t get far. A good two dozen of the eldest initiates still waiting for a Master to apprentice them burst out of the Crystal Caves and Reid was thrown to the ground by a collective effort of the Initiates using the Force. When he raised his head, he found himself surrounded.

“Get him!” Shouted the dominant boy, a burly young Cathar, and the un-Apprenticed Initiates fell upon him. Reid curled up and covered his head with his arms as the blows began. He was jerked to his feet and stumbled around in a dizzying circle, staggering under cruel blows from the older kids. His robe was torn and fluttered to the ground, and slowly, the rest of his clothes followed.

Before he knew it, he was being bound to the tree near the mouth of the Caves, his hands tied above his head and cords criss-crossing down his torso and legs, holding him tightly against the bark.

Reid kept his head bowed and eyes closed, tears of humiliation streaming down his face as the older kids stood around and laughed. They were there for what felt like hours, but eventually started drifting away. But not one of them bothered to release the boy.

Darkness fell, and he could hear the Kath Hounds in the distance preparing to hunt… And he knew it was only a matter of time before the Kinrath left the Crystal Caves to hunt as well… and he was right there, easy prey.

As if they could sense his thoughts, a Viper Kinrath emerged from the cave. It let out a chatter, and more emerged, including a large Patriarch. Reid’s eyes widened. The Kinrath approached, curiously. Reid watched them come with wide eyes, fear growing in his chest… When one got a little too close, Reid used the Force to shove him away. But that proved to be a mistake… the Kinrath got excited and began to swarm. Reid’s eyes dilated and his breathing picked up. He began to struggle against his bonds, and sent a large blast of Force energy out, throwing the Kinrath away from him. The Kinrath’s chattering grew louder and more excited.

Before he knew it, one darted in, lashing out with its barbed stinger.

“AAANH!!!” Reid cried as the sharp stinger sunk into his thigh. Burning began to spread from the wound as the Viper Kinrath’s venom spread through him… Reid hurled it away with the Force again, but more Kinrath were swarming from the Crystal Caves, picking up on the excitement from the others; they had found easy prey…

Suddenly, they all squealed loudly as they went flying.

“HYAAAH!!!” Came the furious battle cry from somewhere behind Reid, and a green Lightsaber spun through the air, taking out the Kinrath Patriarch. A moment later, Gideon darted into view, sending the Kinrath flying once more with a powerful blast from the Force. At first the Kinrath were prepared to fight for their meal, but when Gideon had flung them all around a few times and had killed half a dozen, they retreated back to the Caves.

“Spencer?!” The Master whirled, and with one slice of his Lightsaber, the cords fell to the ground and Reid slumped forward. Gideon caught him, flinging his robe around the boy’s naked body. “Easy, son… We’re going to get you to the Healers…” And he lifted his young Padawan into his arms and darted off across the plains, heading back to the Enclave. Reid didn’t remember their return… he only remembered the pain in his leg, and the humiliation he felt for the next several weeks whenever he came across one of the Initiates who had taken part in the cruel prank…

He never even took comfort in the fact that because none of the kids had been accepted by a Master, once it was revealed what they had done to him, they had all been expelled from the Jedi Order…

It was only a few months later that the remaining kids who HAD been Apprenticed to Masters, blaming Reid for the expulsion of their friends, tricked him into going into the Crystal Caves in search of Force Crystals to upgrade his Lightsaber… he had accidentally stumbled into a nest of Kinrath and ran to the other Padawans. Of course, the entire group ran and their Masters had to come to the rescue. They had all been punished for going in the first place, but the Padawans who had tricked young Spencer had been doubly punished… that had sealed the animosity that they would all hold towards the youngest Apprentice for the rest of their Apprenticeships.

It pained Hotch to know that on both Coruscant and Dantooine, his lover had been the victim of cruel bullying by the very people who should be on his side, with no one defending him… But the memories kept coming.

Memories of pain, fear and humiliation… Loss and abandonment… Hotch saw from the eyes of his lover the Dark Jedi ambush in which Adam Jackson was lost… he saw the first time Gideon took Reid on a rescue mission that failed... He saw Reid crying over the body of the kidnapped child they had been sent to rescue… He saw Reid fighting his way out of a trap that he had foolishly sprung, despite Gideon’s warnings… So many other incidents… countless incidents… And then came the worst of all… Elle’s betrayal, the Vi’Tani attack, and the pain of the withdrawal that came afterwards…

Hotch didn’t know how long he and Reid had both been subjected to the mental torture, but he did know that Darth Cenar was right… within the hour, Reid was crying for mercy and begging for death, and continued to do so in the hours that followed.

Even when it all ended and Reid had been released from his restraints, he dragged himself to the corner and cried. Hotch winced as the Sith Torture Mask was placed on him again, blocking him from the Force as he was restrained again. All he could do was watch Reid rock himself in the corner and cry, until the lights went out for the night… Then he could only listen…

PLANET: EN ROUTE TO MAYDAY CO-ORDINATES

LOCATION: FANG OF THE BLACK IXLL

TIME: EVENING

The massive ship, Fang of the Black Ixll, or FBI, arrived out of hyperspace at the co-ordinates that had been broadcasted by Hotch and Reid’s mayday. The Jedi Council was on the bridge, with the exception of Sa’Eeya’Da who was leading the fleet of Jedi Fighters.

They looked around.

“Where are they?!” Garcia gasped, eyes wide and frantic.

“They’re not here.” Raahn Syr snarled. “They knew we were coming. They must have heard the Mayday and fled.”

“Cowards…” JJ gasped, fighting back tears.

“Where would they have gone?” Emily asked, and the Cathar Master looked down at her bruised face, courtesy of Benjamin Cyrus, the Dark Jedi that the Jedi Order had in custody.

“Perhaps we should ask your friend.” Raahn Syr said. “Let’s go see him.” And he and Emily Prentiss headed down to the brig…

As they did, Gideon and Rossi stood side by side off away from the others, staring out at the small cloud of garbage that the Eye of Providence had spaced before making the jump to light speed. Both had faces line in worry over their captured apprentices, even though Reid was ready to face the Trials and be promoted to the rank of Knight, and Hotch to the rank of Master. No matter what, Aaron Hotchner would always be Rossi’s Padawan, and Reid would always be Gideon’s… and they couldn’t help but worry…

“Now what?” Morgan asked, scowling at the empty space where their quarry had once been.

“We hunt.” Said Eesa K’Tal, sounding very NOT like herself. “We check their ion trail and see where their trajectory may have taken them.”

“On it!” Garcia cried, and sat herself down at a terminal and began to work. “I will find them if I have to track them beyond the Outer Rim!!!”

“If anyone can find them, you can.” Morgan said, standing over her.

Down below in the brig, Cyrus looked up as Emily Prentiss and Raahn Syr entered.

“Well…” He sighed. “What can I do for you…?”

“Your friends have fled.” Emily Prentiss said, walking over to his cell. “Where would they go?”

“… Why would I tell you?”

“You certainly won’t be doing yourself any favors by not talking.” Raahn Syr snorted.

“I’m not afraid of you.” Cyrus snorted. “Your friends have been caught, haven’t they?” He grinned. “Well… I’m in a much better situation than they are. My captors are weak… they won’t do what is necessary to get what they want. But your friends? I guarantee you… they’ve been introduced to the interrogation droids by now…” and he chuckled. “Me? I’ve been introduced to dinner!” And he munched on said dinner that had been delivered fifteen minutes ago. “Your friends will get IV fluids and that’s it. They’ve had empty stomachs for days now… Unless they have surrendered.”

Raahn Syr snarled and approached the cell. “Do you know who I am, little man?” He growled, deep in his chest.

“… Should I?” Cyrus asked.

“I am Raahn Syr, Master Jedi Shadow.” The Cathar Master snarled. Cyrus stopped chewing and stared, nervously. “Dark Jedi are my specialty…” And he deactivated the Energy Field that kept Cyrus in his cell. Cyrus leapt to his feet, eyes wide, and he tried to Force Throw Raahn Syr away. The Cathar Master’s robes billowed around him, but he didn’t budge.

“And you are one of the more… pathetic specimens I have come across…”

Cyrus backed into the wall.

Half an hour later, Emily Prentiss and Raahn Syr returned to the bridge of the FBI.

“Get anything?” Morgan asked.

“Depends.” Prentiss said. “which way were they heading?”

“I have a trail here.” Garcia called.

“Let’s see if they were heading towards one of the planets Cyrus gave us…” Raahn Syr rumbled, and they all looked at the map.

“There.” Emily said, smiling and lifting a finger, tapping a planet. “Vjun. That’s where they’re going.”

“Then so shall we.” Kitata Ree announced. “Muster the fighters and let’s go!!!”

And within another half hour, the Jedi Fleet made the jump to light speed in pursuit of the Eye of Providence…
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