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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 24

PLANET: VJUN

LOCATION: THE EYE OF PROVIDENCE

TIME: EARLY AFTERNOON

Hotch knelt on the floor, holding Haley’s dead body and staring at Spencer Reid, who was curled up on the floor, sobbing and repeating the same words, over and over again.

“I’m sorry…” He wailed, refusing to look up at the elder Jedi. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

Hotch didn’t know how to feel… Reid had just confessed to sitting by and doing nothing when he had a chance to save Haley… Of course, Reid had never even know about Haley until a few minutes ago… Hotch knew that Reid was hurt, and very vulnerable after learning that Hotch had fathered a child while in a serious relationship with someone else…

Amanda said that Reid had decided not to save Haley on his own, but Hotch knew that wasn’t true… he could feel it. Reid was feeling so guilty… And Hotch could see how proud Amanda was… he knew that whatever choice Reid had made, Amanda had a hand in it.

“Something wrong, Aaron?” The Reaper asked. Hotch tensed.

“I know what you’re doing…” Hotch growled. “It won’t work… I won’t let you turn us against each other.”

“Sorry?” The Reaper asked.

“Telling him something you know will upset him… make him feel like I’ve betrayed him… influence him into betraying me…” Hotch snapped. “It won’t work! Even if you turn him against me, I won’t turn against him!!!”

Darth Reaper smirked and chuckled, shaking his head. Then he whirled and threw his hand out, blasting Hotch with Lightning.

“AAAHNNGH!!!” Hotch howled, and flew halfway across the room.

“No!” Reid gasped, jerking his head up. Another blast of Lightning threw Hotch into the wall. He crashed to the floor, groaning. But he slowly forced himself to his feet and faced the Sith Lord. Darth Reaper raised a hand and Hotch’s eyes widening and flew to his neck as his breathing was cut off and his feet dangled off of the floor.

“NO!” Reid cried, and pushed himself up on his elbows. “STOP!!! LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!”

Hotch winced, then thrust a hand out before him, sending Darth Reaper skidding back several feet, courtesy of a rough Force Push. Hotch fell to the floor and dropped to his knees, sucking in air greedily. He rubbed his throat, then stood and faced Darth Reaper.

The Reaper smirked, then blasted Hotch with Lightning again.

“NNNNGHH!” Hotch grunted, holding up his hands and trying to block it. The Lightning bounced off in every direction, striking a few smuggler and bounty hunters. There were screams all around. A bolt flew at Reid, and the boy lifted his hand and deflected it. Amanda, eyes wide, ducked down behind him, just as Tobias ducked behind his brothers.

Then, suddenly, Darth Reaper flew forwards. Reid’s eyes widened when he saw the vibroblade in the Sith Lord’s hand.

“AARON LOOK OUT!!!” He shouted. But it was too late.

“HRUHHHK!!!” Hotch choked, grimacing at the pain in his gut. The Reaper grinned and jerked the blade out, then moved it to the side and plunged it back in. Hotch gasped, and his knees buckled. The Reaper guided his fall, sending the Jedi Knight down on his back, and moved to straddle the man on his knees.

“NO!!! AARON!” Reid cried from across the room.

“SHH!” Amanda hissed, jerking Reid’s hair. Reid cried as Darth Reaper stabbed Hotch again, and the man passed out. The Sith Lord chuckled and looked back at Reid.

“You can help him, you know…” He taunted. “You know what you have to do…” Reid just gave him a look of confused distress. The Reaper grinned. “Come on, kid… think… I thought you were smart… It would be a shame if I had to kill you.”

“Nnnh…” Hotch groaned, slowly regaining his senses. “If you touch him, I’ll kill you…” He gasped, his voice a mere whisper.

“Shhhh…” The Reaper soothed. “Don’t speak… You lost a lot of blood… You need your oxygen…” He smirked. “Do you know how much you have to study the human body…? To stab someone, or yourself, repeatedly without them dying? I don’t wanna brag, but I’m somewhat of an expert.” And slowly, he sunk the blade into Hotch’s body again. Hotch grimaced in pain, a weak gasp escaping his lips. “You wanna see my scars?” The Reaper asked, and after a moment, he stood and stripped off his cloak, and then his tunic.

The room was silent as all eyes stared at scars marking the man’s torso. He moved to stand with a foot on each side of Hotch’s hips held out his arms, twisting back and forth so that everyone could see each and every scar. “What do you think? You like them?” He asked Hotch, grinning down at the Jedi Knight in triumph. “Yours are going to look just the same.”

Hotch forced himself to focus.

“… My team—“ He began, but Darth Reaper dropped to his knees to straddle the man again, once more taking up the vibroblade.

“Your TEAM didn’t even find Darth Dualath until I wanted them to…” The Reaper scoffed. “You’re NOT in charge, don’t be foolish!” Then, slowly, he calmed. An eerie smile crossed his face. “Now try to relax. Your body will go numb…” And he sunk the blade into Hotch’s body again. “And it goes in so much easier if you relax…”

Tears flooded down Reid’s face as he watched… his lover’s fingers were curled into a grotesque claw-like form. He struggled, but Amanda punched his knee and Reid’s mouth opened in a silent scream of pain.

The Reaper grinned, glancing over at Reid and Dualath, but quickly turned his focus back onto Hotch.

“The hard part…” He told the man, drawing the blade out slowly. “Is not passing out from the pain.” He raised the blade again.

“STOP!!!” Reid shouted. “PLEASE STOP!!!”

The Reaper held perfectly still, staring down at Hotch. The Jedi barely had the strength to open his eyes.

“… give me a reason.” The Reaper purred.

“I will give you what you want.” Reid gasped.

Slowly, the Reaper stood and turned to stare at Reid. And Reid stared right back.

“And… that is?” The Reaper asked. Reid raised himself to his one good knee, then, wincing, forced himself to his feet. Amanda slowly backed away as Reid continued to stare down Darth Reaper.

“I surrender myself to you, and your followers. I will join you, and walk your path. Just… spare his life. And let him go.” The Reaper turned to face him fully.

“Really…?” The Sith Lord hissed, eyes glittering in his pleasure at Reid’s answer. Slowly, he approached the boy. “You will serve me?”

“I will.” Reid said quietly.

“Spencer…” Hotch gasped, rolling his head to the side to look at the boy. “Don’t…”

“Will you spare him? And return him to the Jedi?” Reid asked.

“… I will.” The Reaper said with a nod.

“Do you swear?”

“I do.” The Reaper assured him. “And do you pledge yourself to me, young one?”

“… I do, Master.”

Hotch stared, devastated at what he had just witnessed. He reached out to his lover through their Bond, but all he felt was what he had heard in the boy’s voice… Hopeless despair. Emptiness… Utter defeat.

“N-No… Spence…”

But before anyone else could say anything, alarms started going off.

“What’s going on?!” Darth Reaper bellowed.

“A Jedi Cruiser!” Elle shouted, running into the room. “With a fleet of fighters! They’re coming out of Lightspeed at our position in ten minutes!!!”

The Reaper scowled, then whirled.

“We split up!” He shouted. “Everyone to your ships! Darth Cenar! You will take the Eye of Providence and lead the Jedi away. Darth Trion. Darth Dualath.”

Amanda and the three brothers stared at their Master.

“We will take a small vessel.”

“Where shall we go, Master?” Amanda asked.

The Reaper turned and walked up to Reid. He took the boy’s chin in his fingers.

“We are taking my new… apprentice to Korriban.” Reid stared hard at a blank spot on the wall just past the Reaper’s head. “Lord Cenar…”

Vincent Perotta stepped forward. “Master?”

“Take Aaron Hotchner to one of the escape pods. As promised, we will leave him for the Jedi to find.”

“My Lord?” Darth Cenar questioned.

“I gave my word.” The Reaper said. “Plus, if he lives…” And he smirked down at Hotch. “I will have later opportunities to bring him into my service.”

Hotch struggled to focus on the man.

“Let’s move!” The Reaper barked, and everyone did just that. He turned and stalked towards Reid.

“Master.” Reid said, softly. “Please… may I…” He trailed off, staring at Hotch.

“… You have one minute to say goodbye.” The Reaper smirked. Reid nodded and slowly, gasping in pain, began to limp across the room. He finally collapsed beside Hotch, tears running down his face, which was pale and lined in pain.

“Don’t do this.” Hotch whispered, too weak to speak any louder.

“I have to… he’ll kill you.” Reid gasped.

“If you turn…” Hotch winced.

“I’m trusting you to find me… and guide me back.” Reid breathed, laying a hand on the man’s chest. Hotch sucked in a sharp breath as Reid threw open their Bond and did what he could to ease his lover’s pain.

“Spencer… no… it’s too risky. Do you know the chances of redeeming yourself after you Fall to the Dark Side? If you do this, I may not be able to save you…”

“And if I don’t to this, I won’t be able to save YOU. I… I have to do this, Aaron… I love you.”

“Don’t…”

“I’m sorry…” Reid whispered. “Please… forgive me. For everything.” And he glanced at Haley’s body.

“… There’s nothing to forgive. Because it wasn’t your fault.” Hotch told him. “But if I lose you… I’ll never forgive myself.” Hotch gasped.

“There’s nothing to forgive.” Reid told him in a gentle tone, a sad smile on his face. “Because this isn’t your fault.” Hotch stared. “It’s mine. All of this. Everything. Now I have to face the consequences.”

“No.” Hotch gasped, lifting a hand and resting it on Reid’s cheek. Reid smiled and covered the man’s hand with his own.

“Let’s go.” Darth Reaper announced. Reid glanced back at him, then looked back down at his lover.

“Know me and remember me for who I was.” Reid told him. “Not for who I will become. I love you, Aaron.” And he leaned over and gently caressed the Knight’s lips with his own. Hotch closed his eyes for a moment, until he felt a hot tear fall to his face. Reid moved back, and Hotch stared up at him. “Tell the others I’m sorry.” Reid said, and Amanda pulled him to his feet.

“No.” Hotch called, watching as Amanda ducked under one of Reid’s arms, and Tobias under the other. They helped him limp away from Hotch. “Spencer! NO!!!”

He watched as Reid limped into the lift with Darth Trion, Darth Dualath and Darth Reaper. He stared back at Hotch as Darth Cenar seized the Knight by his tattered robes and dragged him towards another lift, leaving a smeared trail of blood in his wake.

Hotch and Reid met each other’s eyes one more time, and Reid wept silently. Until Raphael put his hands on either side of Reid’s head. Reid’s face contorted into a silent scream of pain, and then, suddenly, their Bond was severed. The doors of the lift closed, and so did Hotch’s eyes. He was unable to cling to consciousness any longer, and everything went dark…

In the other lift, Reid had collapsed to the floor, holding his head and crying.

The Reaper glanced down at him, and rolled his eyes. Charles looked ready lash out physically at the boy.

“We will take the fastest ship.” The Reaper announced to Darth Dualath, Trion and the several Dark Jedi with him. “We must get to Korriban quickly if we are to save his leg. Amanda, put him in the Koltos tank immediately.”

“Yes, Master.”

PLANET: VJUN

LOCATION: FANG OF THE BLACK IXLL

TIME: AFTERNOON

The FBI came out of Light speed just beyond the planet Vjun. And the Eye of Providence was gone. But a large fleet of Sith Fighters were waiting. Immediately they took the offensive, diving in towards the Fang of the Black Ixll.

Under the leadership of Jedi Ace Sa’Eeya’Da, the Jedi Fighters moved to meet the Sith Fighters.

Several Sith Fighters dove into the hangar bays as Jedi Fighters were taking off to join the fight, the Dark Jedi leaping out and attacking the people working in the hangar bay. They were quickly met by Jedi forces. Then, more Sith ships appeared from the far side of Vjun.

“It is time to meet our enemy in battle.” Kitata Ree announced on the bridge. “Master Bre Mong! Lead us!” And the Kel Dor Battlemaster nodded her head and headed for the front lines.

And the Jedi moved to obey.

The Sith ships had attachments to connect with every port on the Jedi vessel, and soon Dark Jedi were flooding onto the FBI. But the Jedi met their attack with an equally vicious defense.

In the meditation chambers, Penelope Garcia sat down with a good sixty eight powerful Consulars, all focused on an elderly female Zabrak.

“Prepare your Battle Meditation.” She called, and the sixty eight Consulars obeyed, reaching out to their Jedi brethren with the Force, boosting their morale, stamina, strength and speed, while brining an air of oppression down upon the Sith warriors.

In the meantime, Gideon had joined a group of consular who were taking a more offensive role, using the Force to hurl Dark Jedi right and left. Morgan, Emily and Rossi were a force to be reckoned with, and Dark Jedi fled from their merciless Lightsaber attacks.

Raahn Syr’s road echoed through the ship as he charged down a corridor on all fours after half a dozen horrified Dark Jedi… blood stained his claws and was smeared over his jaws, and several injured Sith lay in his wake.

In one of the training grounds, Kitata Ree sat calmly, surrounded by a dozen Dark Jedi. When they moved in to attack, the tiny Chadra-Fan raised a little clawed paw, and a whirlwind swirled up. The Dark Jedi shouted in shock as they were swept up in the wind and blown around the room. Not one of them could get close to the Grand Master sitting in the center of the vortex.

Elsewhere in the ship, JJ had to pause in the fight and admire the sight of Master Artisan Eesa K’Tal as she seemed to glide through the corridor in an elegant, fluid dance. Her white skin, gray robes and silver Lightsaber gave her the appearance of an ethereal being that existed on another plane. None of the Dark Jedi could touch her.

Dark Jedi fell in droves to Bre Mong’s superior combat skills. Her Lightsaber was the end anyone who did insisted on fighting to the death.

Amna Kao stood guard at the bridge; none could pass her to take over the FBI.

Slowly, bit by bit, the Jedi halted the advance of the Sith, and then began to force them back.

They rallied well, the Battle Meditation keeping them strong and fresh, while the Sith were tiring. Finally, they were in the final push in the hangar bay. The remaining Dark Jedi were rallying around a human male with wavy, graying hair. He raised his Lightsaber, grinning at the Jedi that were corralling his troops.

He turned and fixed his eyes on Gideon.

“Well well… Hello, Jason.”

Gideon slowly lowered his weapon, eyes wide in horror.

“… Frank…”

“Tell me, Jason… miss your apprentice?” And he flung something at Gideon. Gideon blinked and caught it, and looked down; it was Reid’s Double Lightsaber.

“… Where is he, Frank?” Gideon asked, clutching the weapon tightly. Everyone else in the room looked confused as to how Gideon knew this Dark Jedi.

“You took my Jane from me…” Frank said.

“And you killed Sarah.” Gideon breathed, sadness filling the man.

“And now I will see you face your fate.” Frank announced with a smirk.

“And what is that?” Gideon asked.

“You will either serve my Master… or you will die by your Padawan’s hand.”

“Where is he, Frank?”

“… You’re too late, Jason. He’s gone. You lose.”

The Jedi, nearly a hundred of them, were silent, though nervous glances were exchanged.

“But I’m prepare to make you deal. You will take me to my ship. And I will guide you to Aaron Hotchner. And I will leave.”

“No deal.” Gideon said, shaking his head.

“He doesn’t have much time, Jason. He’s bleeding to death as we speak.”

“He’s right, Jason.” Rossi murmured. “I can feel Aaron. He’s near. But he’s fading.”

“I must consult with the Council.”

“No. You make your decision now.” Frank said, a calm smile on his face.

“… Fine.” Gideon nodded, and he boarded a Jedi transport alone with Frank and the Dark Jedi.

Gideon piloted the vessel out of the hangar and they headed around to the far side of Vjun and beyond. They docked with a star cruiser on the other side of the planet, and the Dark Jedi disembarked. Halfway across the tube between the ships, Frank turned and gave Gideon a smile.

“Aaron Hotchner is in an escape pod orbiting Vjun. If you scan thoroughly, you will find him.”

Gideon nodded. “I will find you.”

“You didn’t find me all those years ago.” Frank said. He smiled slightly. “You won’t find me now. But don’t worry. I will come to you.” And then the Dark Jedi was gone.

Gideon bowed his head and turned, heading back to the helm of his vessel and sent a communication to the FBI, and he headed to rejoin the Jedi Starcruiser while it searched for the escape pod.

And he thought about Frank. He was a man that he had met when he had just been Knighted by the Jedi Order… His dearest friend Sarah had been Knighted at the same time. They had been on a mission together when they came across the Dark Jedi, Frank, who was pursuing a very mentally lost woman named Jane. In the end, Gideon had feared for the woman’s life, and tried to bring her to Coruscant, but in a horrible accident, Jane was lost.

Frank took his revenge quickly and decisively, cutting down Sarah right in front of Gideon. The pair had then engaged in a battle, but the battle was never decided as explosions ripped through the ship they had been on. Both had fled, escaping with only their lives. They had not seen each other since… Until today.

And Gideon felt himself filled with dread at what the man may do to the people he cared for, and emotional agony as seeing Frank made Gideon relive the loss of his dear Sarah… Now he was threatening Spencer…

Gideon shook himself out of his worry and prepared to rejoin the Jedi to decide what their next move would be…

When he returned to the FBI, they were in the process of picking up the escape pod. And when they opened it, Gideon was there.

“Hotch!” Morgan gasped, and he and Rossi boarded the small vessel, staring down at the bruised, beaten, burned and bloodied form of their leader.

“Get him to the Medbay! Quickly!” Gasped Noria Cereni, and she and her brother moved a gurney in. Rossi and Morgan lifted the man onto the hovering bed, and the Twi’Lek twins rushed Hotch away.

The team stood around and used their Force Bonds to tend to their leader while Noria and Ralko Cereni cleaned him up, and finally deposited him into a Koltos tank. And the team just stood around, keeping a silent vigil on the man…

It was Morgan who finally broke the silence. “They almost killed him…” The man breathed. He turned and looked at the others. “So where’s Reid?!”

“We do not know.” Kitata Ree announced, entering with Tarash Virr and Eesa K’Tal. “And we cannot track the Sith… They have spread out in every direction.” The Master seemed weary… and sad.

“Master?” Prentiss asked, frowning. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Master Hssa Sssraa.” Tarash Virr said, softly.

“He is one with the Force.” Eesa K’Tal finished.

“Oh…” Garcia breathed, and sadness overcame the Jedi, hearing that one of the twelve Masters of the Jedi Council had been killed in battle.
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