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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 25

PLANET: CORUSCANT

LOCATION: JEDI TEMPLE

TIME: SUNSET

It had been one Galactic Week since the Jedi/Sith Battle at Vjun… Since Aaron Hotchner had been rescued.

The sun was setting, but the light that held the attention of thousands of Jedi was that of the flames of the funeral pyres of the fallen Sluissi Master Hssa Sssraa and forty two other Jedi who were killed in battle. Aaron Hotchner was among the mourners. He had to sit down, and had to lean on Rossi and Morgan to get there, but he was present.

He felt responsible for the deaths, and it was like a knife to the heart as each name was called out in remembrance. And when he went to face the Council, seeing the empty seat where Hssa Sssraa once sat was like twisting that knife.

Master Max Ryan demanded to know what had happened… what had possessed Hotch and Reid to go after Darth Dualath, and what had happened during their imprisonment.

Hotch felt disembodied as he told his story. He told them of how at the last minute, they had decided to go back. But by then it was too late. He told of how they had met Darth Reaper, Darth Dualath, Darth Trion and Darth Cenar… He told them of how Elle was now Darth Sassin. He told of the Sith Torture Masks and the week and a half of torture that he and Reid had gone through, ending with the Lightsaber through Reid’s knee and dangling over the Vi’Tani.

Then he launched into them being brought before Darth Reaper… and he told them of Haley… The Council knew that Aaron and Haley had been friends… but not lovers… they did not know that Hotch was the father of Jack, who had been taken in by his Aunt Jessica, who had fled Alderaan with him… Hotch did not tell them. Nor did he tell them how Reid did not save Haley when he had the chance…

And then he told of Darth Reaper attacking him. And how Reid had bravely offered himself up in exchange for Hotch’s life.

“He did what?” Tarash Virr gasped, and Hotch thought that if the Miraluka Master had eyes, they would have popped right out of his skull.

“In return for my being released to you… alive,” Hotch said softly, “he agreed to go with Darth Reaper… as his apprentice.”

“So he has turned to the Dark Side.” Strauss said, leaning back in her seat with a grim expression.

“Turned to the Dark Side?!” Amna Kao cried, looking angry. “He sacrificed himself to save another! After all of the torture he had been through! That is NOT the Dark Side! He acted with selfless honor!!!”

“He willingly put himself into a situation where he will be forced to Turn.” Strauss snapped. “In doing so, he has chosen the Dark Side.”

“I will get him back.” Hotch announced. The Council stared at him. “Even if it takes me to my grave… I will bring him back to the Order, and back to the Light. I swear it…”

“Aaron…” Eesa K’Tal said, gently. “Perhaps you should—“

“He told me that he trusted me to do this… He’s counting on me.”

“You know that you may not be able to do this, Aaron.” Raahn Syr said carefully, the very tip of his tail twitching, betraying his agitation. “Redeeming a Fallen Jedi is…”

“I know.” Hotch said, softly. “But I have to try.”

Everyone was quiet for a long time.

“If anyone can, it’s you.” Noria Cereni said, and her brother nodded, saying “If he falls, your Bond could bring him back.”

Tears ran down Aaron Hotchner’s face, and he shook his head. “Darth Reaper severed it.” Hotch gasped. “It’s gone.”

“What?” Kitata Ree demanded to know.

“… Our Bond. It’s gone…”

The council was silent, as their hopes of bringing the Padawan back to the Order began to fade…

PLANET: KORRIBAN

PLACE: SITH TEMPLE

TIME: LATE NIGHT

As Aaron Hotchner healed on Coruscant, Headquarters of the Jedi Order, so Spencer Reid was healed on Korriban, Headquarters of the Sith. Upon their arrival on the Sith world, Darth Reaper had seen Reid straight into the hands of several surgical droids. He had Darth Trion and Dualath oversee the surgery to repair the young Jedi’s knee. They moved him directly from the Koltos tank into surgery and from surgery straight into a new Koltos tank. And there he stayed for the next week.

He was released from the tank the same day that the funeral was held for the forty two Jedi and Master Hssa Sssraa on Coruscant.

Darth Dualath and Darth Trion were both standing before the tank when they brought Reid out of his drug induced hibernation. His eyes fluttered opened and he looked around, then lifted his head and tensed slightly as he was removed from the tank. Dripping wet, he was laid back on a metal table and a medical droid scanned him, checking every injury that had been catalogued when he had first been admitted. Thanks to the Koltos, he was almost entirely healed. The droid pronounced him fit to leave the Medlabs.

The Koltos was washed away and once he was dry Amanda gave him fresh clothes. Reid stared at them, then silent accepted them. Once Amanda left, he stood. His knee was stiff and ached slightly, but he could use it… He closed his eyes and sighed, carefully flexing the muscles and stretching the joint, loosening it slightly. Cautiously, he took a few steps. The joint twinged, but it held up. It would take time, but Reid believed that with patience and careful work, his knee would be 100% again.

Once he came to this conclusion, he turned to the clothes. He pulled on the shirt, which was a tight black fabric, lightly armored. It hugged his form, the collar of the shirt encasing his neck, but there were no sleeves, and a bold red stripe ran down the middle approximately as wide as his neck; at his waist the red fabric ended, but the black on his sides flared out at his hips and fell to his knees. His shoulders were bare. He pulled on long black gloves that reached his biceps. A red stripe ran down the side to the two middle fingers, which were also red; his other digits were bare. The pants were just as tight as the shirt and red in color, with black bands around the thighs.

The boots were black with a one inch heel with red stripes down the sides, and the belt had four straps and buckles, the two middle ones red in color. Reid buckled them tightly around his waist, silently grateful that the belt didn’t fall low on his hips like Amanda’s did… the Sith’s appearance was much more… androgynous and sensual; Not the image Reid wanted to portray of himself…

“Are we decent?” He heard Amanda call.

“… As if you haven’t seen me buck naked yet.” Reid snorted.

“No need to be rude.” Amanda grumbled, re-entering the room and looking Reid up and down. Slowly, her lips quirked up. “You look good.” Reid turned away, no expression on his face. Amanda sauntered over and fixed some leather straps around his torso; a metal ring sat over his heart with three straps coming from it. One ran over his shoulder, and the other two ran out in either direction, wrapping around his ribs under his arms. Then, Amanda knelt and fixed a metal brace around Reid’s knee to keep it stable and steady while it finished healing. Then he looked up at Reid’s face and lifted a hand, brushing back strands of wet hair and running a ringer down the length of his Padawan braid. Reid closed his eyes and turned his head away.

“Come on.” The Sith Lord said, and led Reid out of the room. Reid followed, grateful for the brace to steady his knee; he still walked with a limp. Darth Trion was waiting outside of the room. Reid followed Darth Dualath, and Darth Trion surrounded him; Charles was on his left, Raphael on his right, and Tobias behind him.

They marched him through the dark corridors, boot heels ringing sharply on the stone floors. It wasn’t long before they emerged into a long, large hall. Many Dark Jedi were milling about, and at the other end of the hall, Darth Reaper sat waiting. He was no longer wearing the mask, and he watched Darth Trion and Darth Dualath escort his newest recruit towards him.

When they reached the end of the hall, Dualath and Trion bowed, then moved away to leave Reid out in the open. The Reaper rose from his large, stone chair and slowly strode towards the young man standing before him, wrists crossed before himself, head bowed. He smirked once he reached the boy, placing his fingers under his chin and making the youth look him in the eye. He let out a soft chuckle, then lowered his hand and slowly began to circle the youth, inspecting him from every angle.

“Spencer Reid…” He drawled as he walked, feeling the boy’s name roll off of his tongue.

“That was my name.” Reid said with a nod. The Reaper quirked an eyebrow.

“Was?” He asked. Reid turned his head slightly in the Sith Lord’s direction.

“It’s no longer my name, is it?” He shot back. The Sith Lord stopped before Reid, and the pair stared one another in the eye. Slowly, Darth Reaper grinned.

“No. It’s not.” He confirmed, reaching out and taking hold of his captive’s Padawan braid. “As long as you keep up your end of our bargain?” And he allowed the braid to slip through his fingers as Reid nodded his silent acceptance. “Very good. Then kneel… and swear fealty.” The Sith Lord commanded. Reid stared at him for a long time, sadness in his eyes. Then he closed them and swallowed the lump in his throat before slowly doing as he was told. He winced at the strained twinge in his knee as he knelt down on one knee on the stone floor, and was again grateful for the metal brace that protected him from more discomfort.

The room was dead silent.

Reid took a deep breath and opened his eyes, staring off into space as he fought back tears. And with every word he spoke, his heart cried out for Aaron over the Bond he could no longer feel.

“I pledge myself to you as my Master. And I submit myself to your teachings. I shall serve you with unquestioning obedience, forsaking the Jedi Order and swearing myself to the Sith.”

“I accept your oath.” Darth Reaper said and held out his hand, palm down. Reid stared at it for a moment, then reluctantly leaned forward and gently touched his lips to the back of the man’s hand. The Reaper slowly allowed a smirk to cross his face.

“Do you know the Code of the Sith?”

“… I do.”

“Then speak it now.” Darth Reaper commanded. Reid closed his eyes and swallowed again. It was several long moments before he spoke, and when he did his voice trembled.

“… Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken... The Force shall set me free.”

Across the room, Elle watched in silence. But as Reid spoke those words, she frowned. Slowly, she cocked her head. She was confused. She had always thought that when a Jedi turned, their power increased… but as she watched, she could almost see the boy’s power fading right before her eyes.

“Rise.” Darth Reaper commanded, his voice ringing clear through the room to all that watched. Reid did as he was told, then turned his head sharply when he heard a Lightsaber flaring to life with a loud hum.

Darth Dualath approached, bearing a Double-bladed saber with a single fiery red blade active. Darth Reaper took it from him and turned, holding it aloft for all to see, before holding it out to the youth standing before him.

“Take it, and join us.”

Reid stared at the blade, a war raging within him. Accepting the weapon would be accepting his new role. It made him sick, thinking of it… but he knew that he was past the point of no return… he had no choice.

Hand shaking, he slowly reached out and finally curled his fingers around the hilt of the blade. The room exploded into cheers as the Dark Jedi applauded the induction of the new Sith Lord. A black cloak swirled through the air and settled on the lithe frame, covering the bare shoulders. And with a hood now covering his head and hiding his face from sight, Reid stopped fighting. He allowed his view of the red blade before his eyes to blur, and the tears rolled down his face as he heard the loathsome announcement of Darth Reaper.

“From this day forth, your name shall be… Darth Livion!!!”

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