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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 3

PLANET: EN ROUTE TO RYLOTH

LOCATION: JULIE

TIME: LATE MORNING

Amanda strode down the short corridor of her starship, ‘Julie’. She reached the meditation chamber and entered. Her travel companion was sitting in the center of the sunken pit in the middle of the room, in deep meditation. The Force was flowing through him, as was the conflict and turmoil that was always present within the youth.

“Livion.” She called.

Reid was still and silent for a long time before he slowly opened his eyes.

“Yes?”

“We’re almost there.” Amanda said. “Is your head in this?”

“… Yes.”

“No holding back this time, Livion. You do, and I’ll tell Lord Reaper. You do NOT want to anger him again…”

“I don’t care.” Reid snorted. “I don’t fear him, or what he can do to me.”

“You think it’s as simple as that?” Amanda asked. “You fuck up again, and he’ll send a message to Darth Cenar and Darth Nocturn.”

“Your point?”

“They’re on Mon Calamari.” Amanda smirked. “And your… former LOVER is on his way there right now. And Darth Sassin is preparing a trap for Sa’Eeya’Da… The Jedi are moving to break up our organization and weaken us. Lord Reaper knows. He’s preparing traps for the Jedi… And he will succeed. He will slaughter the Masters… capture the Knights… they will turn, or die… and then he will take the Padawans and Initiates and place them in the Sith Academies.”

“He will fail.” Reid said, frowning.

“I can’t wait to hear how they kill Raahn Syr…” Amanda chuckled.

“Master Raahn Syr will not be defeated by the likes of the Sith. He’s a Shadow. Hunting Sith is his specialty.” Reid snapped. Amanda laughed slightly.

“Whatever… come on. We should train.”

Reid sighed and stood, following Amanda out of the meditation chamber, trying to quell the worry rising within him…

PLANET: EN ROUTE TO MON CALAMARI

LOCATION: BAU

TIME: AFTERNOON

Hotch sat in the darkness of the meditation room, though he was far from meditating. His thoughts were on Reid, and the struggle that he had sensed within the boy when they last met. He could see that his lover was getting lost within Darth Livion. The longer it took to get him back, the harder it would be… But he wasn’t going to give up.

But at the same time, he also couldn’t help but think of all the things Reid had done in the last year. All the reports they had gotten of his movements. Reid… Hotch shook his head… no, Darth Livion, had assassinated a Senator from the planet Telos eight months ago… There had been a galaxy wide manhunt for him, but every time they got close, Dark Jedi interfered and he disappeared to another system in the galaxy, only to pop up weeks, or months later.

Four months ago he had been part of a Sith Strike Team that had actually come to Coruscant itself… they had abducted the visiting Queen of Onderon… In a massive battle in the skies over Byblos, the Queen had been recovered…

It was in that battle that they met Darth Nocturn. The team had been working with the Jedi Watchmen for the Onderon and Byblos Systems both…

Morgan and the Onderon Jedi Watchman, Matt Spicer, had managed to sneak aboard one of the Sith vessels ahead of the others, who were fighting off Dark Jedi… but it was a trap. Darth Nocturn brought Morgan down and the Onderon Watchman found himself facing off with the Sith Lord, who demanded that he surrender his Lightsaber. Morgan told the Watchman over and over again not to give in, but Darth Nocturn had his hand around the Queen’s throat. The Watchman had made Morgan promise that nothing would happen to the Queen, and then he had thrown his weapon away. As soon as he had, Darth Nocturn had used the Life Drain to siphon away his life force, until he had drained him dry.

The Jedi Watchman of the Onderon System was dead.

Darth Notcturn had then taken the Queen and fled.

The team had met up with Morgan, and together chased Nocturn down until he had made his escape, by setting explosive detonators, putting the Queen in an escape pod and jettisoning her towards the central star of the system, while he, Dualath and Livion escaped to a waiting Sith vessel.

With the bomb clock counting down and only the BAU to escape on, the team had to choose; capture the Sith or save the Queen.

There was only one choice TO make.

The Queen had be returned safely to Onderon, but Darth Nocturn had escaped, leaving a deep fury in Morgan, and a desire for revenge… the Council had been very concerned for the man, but so far, he had taken every opportunity to walk the path of the Jedi, refusing to allow his anger to control him.

“Hotch.”

Hotch opened his eyes at the call.

“Yes?”

“Lunch.” Garcia said, gently. Hotch sighed, then nodded and accompanied here to the galley. The team was there; Jedi Knights Garcia, JJ, Emily and Morgan, Masters Amna Kao and David Rossi and his Padawan Learner, Ashley Seaver. He had taken her as his Apprentice not long after they had lost Reid. The group had accepted her, more or less, and helped Rossi guide and teach her… but it wasn’t like Spencer… JJ had actually been a bit hostile towards Seaver at first, once shouting at Hotch, “She can’t replace Spence!!!”

Hotch had given her a sad, sympathetic look.

“JJ…” He had said, “do you actually think that’s why she’s with us?” JJ had bitten her lip and fought back tears. “… She can NEVER replace Spencer… don’t ever think that I assume someone can… he’s one of a kind… and he’s family. Ashley is with us because she is apprenticed to Dave, and we want him with us. She is NOT taking Spencer’s place… she’s finding her own.”

JJ had stared for a long time before tears cascaded down her cheeks, and Hotch had given her a much-needed hug. She showed more kindness toward the apprentice, but still hadn’t truly accepted her.

The team ate their lunch in near silence. As they finished, Master Kao broke the silence.

“Alright.” She said. “When we reach Mon Calamari, we’re going to need to split up. I want some of you to speak with the Mon Calamari leaders. I have no doubt that the Sith will be watching you. So a couple of you will operate from the shadows and watch the Sith.”

“And you, Master?” Emily asked.

“I will make my way to the Quarren on the ocean floor. We MUST get the Quarren and the Mon Calamari to instate an emergency session of the Mon Calamari Council to deal with the Sith issue.”

“Shouldn’t you take a transport? One of us can go with you. We really shouldn’t split up.” JJ said, frowning.

“I have considered that.” Amna Kao said, nodding and tossing her headtails to her back. “But a transport can be tracked and followed. When we are heading in to port, I will jump ship straight into the water. That way, there is no chance for the Sith to see me. They will not know I am here, they will not know to watch me, or the Quarren.”

“… She has a point.” Morgan said, raising his eyebrows. “It gives us an advantage. If they don’t know she’s here, and she approaches the Quarren at the same time we approach the Mon Camalari…”

“I agree.” Hotch said. “And while I do think that we SHOULD stay together, Master Kao can handle herself. She’s been here before, and she is on good terms with the Mon Calamari and Quarren both.”

“I make it my business to be on good terms with any amphibious species.” Master Kao snorted into her drink, smiling. “If this goes well, my next stop will be to Manaan. The Selkath are upset at the Sith presence… I need to diffuse the situation there… at least temporarily.”

“… Temporarily?” Seaver asked. Amna Kao sipped her drink, and Morgan sighed, looking at the blonde apprentice.

“Manaan is the only planet that produces the Koltos we use in MedPacks and in our Koltos Healing Tanks.” Morgan explained. “As the only known source of Koltos in the galaxy, Manaan will always be a planet in contention. Everyone wants a share. They always will.” Seaver nodded her understanding.

“I will worry about Manaan once we have settled the situation on Mon Calamari.” Amna Kao said, glancing at the team of Jedi.

“We’ll be coming out of Lightspeed soon.” Said pilot Jordan Todd, appearing in the doorway. “Prepare for arrival.”

The team stood from the table and went to do so. When they entered the atmosphere of Mon Calamari, they were all ready to go.

They made a double take as Amna Kao appeared. She had shed her Jedi robes and the only clothing she wore was a simple cream-colored band of cloth to bind her breasts and a pair of short, tight shorts with her belt around her hips. She fastened her Lightsaber into place and looked at the team.

“If you need me,” she said, “I do have a Comm Link.” And she lifted a band around her wrist, designed to secure the comm link and protect it when submerged. The team nodded. She turned and pressed a button on the communications console next to her. “Jordan. Fly in low, and lower the ramp.”

“Yes, Master Kao.” Jordan responded, and they felt the BAU descend. A moment later, they watched the ramp lower. Below them, the waves rushed by in a blur. Amna Kao made her way down to the end of the ramp and looked around, noting the location of the floating city they were approaching. Then she looked back up at the team.

“Stay in touch!” She called. “May the Force be with you!” And she turned and leapt off of the ramp, body curving in a graceful dive. She entered the water effortlessly, with hardly even a splash. They were able to see the shadow of her body below the water for a moment, but in the blink of an eye she was gone, darting down into the depths of the ocean…

“… Alright.” Rossi said, tearing his eyes away from the water. “Morgan and Prentiss… you two will stay in the shadows… you will watch for the Sith. The rest of us will go speak with the Mon Calamari leaders. Garcia… keep close tabs on Master Kao. If she needs us, we need to go to her aid immediately.” The team nodded and moved to prepare for their assignments.

PLANET: RYLOTH

LOCATION: JULIE

TIME: DUSK

The two cloaked figures disembarked as soon as their ship landed. Nine male Twi’Leks hurried towards them. They were all armed.

“You are not welcome here!” Snapped the leader of the group. “Return to your ship and leave immediately!”

“Miroon Shala is expecting us.” Darth Dualath said, calmly.

“He sent us.” Said the lead Twi’Lek. “He says that if you do not leave willingly, then we are to escort you back to your ship by force.”

“Tell him who is here to see him. Perhaps then he will change is mind.”

“And… who are you?” The lead Twi’Lek asked.

“Darth Dualath and Darth Livion. He may come to us, or we will come to him. The latter will be… much more painful.”

The Twi’Leks looked at each other, nervously… they had presumed the two men to be Dark Jedi… they had not anticipated that they would be Sith Lords.

“… You just ran out of time.” Dualath hissed, and the Twi’Leks yelped in fear as a Lightsaber flashed and their leader suddenly fell to the ground, his head rolling away. The others backed away, weapons raised.

Darth Livion lifted his head.

“Go for the lekku.” He said, his voice steely and unnerving. “They’re incredibly sensitive.”

“The what?”

“The head tails.”

“Ah. Maybe I’ll cut them off.” Dualath chuckled, and Livion advanced on the Twi’lek alongside Dualath. Both raised their Lightsabers.

“Damage the lekku and you damage their brains.” Livion said.

“And removing them?”

“… I don’t know.” Livion admitted.

“Well then…” Dualath laughed. “Let’s find out.” The Twi’leks stared in horror, then turned and ran.

“… I love it when we don’t have to do anything.” Livion said, and tucked his weapon into his robes. Dualath laughed, and they headed for the building where their quarry was hiding…

The security system activated. Darth Dualath and Darth Livion pulled their Lightsabers to deflect the blaster fire, running up the road towards the building.

“You take the front.” Livion announced. “I’ll take the back.”

“Don’t HOLD back.” Dualath snapped. “Or I’ll tell Lord Reaper!”

“… I won’t.” Livion snarled, eyes darkening. He and Dualath then split up.

Reid darted between the natural rock formations, keeping himself mostly hidden. By the time the security system managed to lock on his position, he was already gone.

There were four Twi’leks guarding the back door.

He glanced up when he saw lightning erupting from the area where the front door was. He frowned; he would be expected to be just as ruthless.

He focused on the Twi’leks and used the Force Affliction. The wavered… stumbled… one of them dropped to his knees and threw up. Then, Reid leaned on their minds and filled them with fear. When he emerged from the rocks to move towards them, Lightsaber out and ready, they dropped their weapons and ran. Reid stepped around a puddle of vomit and thrust the blade of his Lightsaber into the door… He frowned. It was thick… his Lightsaber barely made it all the way through. Slowly, gritting his teeth at the effort it took, he began to carve a hole in the door. He heard shouts from the other side of the door, and knew that the security detail was preparing to stop him…

His Lightsaber reached its starting point and he jerked it out of the door, then touched his hand to the metal. The piece of the door blew out of the hole as if it had a hyperdrive, and it took out two Twi’lek guards, crushing them against the opposite wall.

Reid winced as he felt the two lives snuffed out over the Force, but then he brushed it aside and concentrated on where he was and what he was doing. He leapt through the hole in the door, slicing the nearest Twi’lek’s blaster rifle in two, and then he spun, leg arching up through the air and slamming his heel into the Twi’lek’s cheek. He could feel the bones break and give way, and then he was choking another Twi’lek into unconsciousness with the Force, and once he had passed out, he flung him into one of his fellow security guards. He heard boots running up behind himself and he whirled, slicing open another Twi’lek’s chest with his blade. The Twi’lek fell to the ground, shuddered and was still. Reid mimicked the shudder when he felt another life end…

He closed his eyes and swallowed the bile that was threatening to come up, then turned and entered the building, fighting his way through security, be it gun turrets, droids, or live Twi’lek guards.

He made his way up the stairs, bringing down anyone and anything that got in his way, and finally, he was standing at the door that was the only thing between him, and his mark.

“Hey! How did you get here first?!” Dualath demanded, running over with a smile. He looked at Amanda.

“I didn’t take the extra time to make sure everyone I saw was dead.” Reid snorted.

“… You held back.” Amanda hissed, narrowing her eyes.

“Our assignment is to take care of Miroon Shala.” Reid pointed out. “Not to slaughter everyone in the building.”

“Sith do not show mercy.”

“If we slaughter everyone, who will be left to spread the word of our power?” Reid asked. Amanda blinked and was silent at this, contemplating the point he had just made. Then she just shrugged and nodded her acceptance at this argument.

Reid sighed and turned, and Force blasted the doors right off of their old hinges.

Miroon Shala yelped and threw himself into the corner, staring at the Sith Lords with wide eyes. The pair entered.

“Y-You’re… Sith Lords!” The green-skinned Twi’lek gasped, eyes wide. “He didn’t send Dark Jedi… He sent…”

“I am Darth Livion.” Growled the taller of the pair.

“… You killed the Telosian Senator…”

“I did. And if I can kill a Senator, imagine what I can do to you…” Livion snarled.

“I am Darth Dualath. And you’re trying to back out on your deal with Darth Reaper.” Amanda hissed. “You have five minutes to fulfill your end of the deal, AND come up with a worthwhile favor to apologize for trying to back out in the first place.”

“Oh…” Breathed Miroon Shala, looking petrified.

“… clock is ticking.” Livion said, cocking his head.

“And Livion is in a bad mood today…” Dualath snickered. “Perhaps you have a slave who can… service him?”

“DUALATH?!” Livion yelped, turning a shocked look onto his companion. Dualath laughed.

“Oh, come on. You haven’t had sex since you were a Jedi! That’s kind of the OPPOSITE of how things work. The Jedi are usually the celibate ones. And the Sith are sluts.” Livion raised an eyebrow at Dualath’s observation.

“Uhhh… not from what I’ve seen.” Livion drawled.

“And what have you seen?”

“The Jedi that DO have sex make love.” Livion said. “The Sith fuck around.”

“Notice that I’m not disputing that.” Dualath announced, cheerfully. Livion rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Miroon Shala, who was tapping away at a keyboard.

“Alright… I… I have sent the orders to deliver the slaves.” Miroon Shala gasped.

“And… how will you make it up to us for making us come all the way out here to your forsaken world?” Dualath asked, crossing her arms and leaning against the edge of a desk.

“I… I will send a new shipment of fresh Vi’Tani Pods, free of charge, to replace the ones that were… um…” He glanced at Livion, “lost…?” He quailed when he saw the young Sith’s eyes flash dangerously.

“You will leave those accursed things where they are! You will NEVER ship them off planet again!” Livion demanded, sounding furious.

“Oh, shut up.” Dualath sighed, rolling her eyes. “You will send them as you suggested, Shala.” Miroon Shala bowed, nervously. “Now…” Dualath continued. “What else will you do?”

“The… the Vi’Tani… are they not a favor enough?” Miroon Shala gasped, looking frightened. “I… I can get you a space route to Roon… to help navigate its asteroid field to get to the planet safely.”

“Roon?” Dualath asked. “Why would I be interested in some random planet?”

“Natural resources include flame jewels, spice, and Roonstones.” Livion immediately recited.

“Oh. Nice. Very well then… That will suffice.” Dualath nodded. “Master Reaper should be pleased with that route and the Vi’Tani Pods.”

“Very well!” Blurted Shala, typing rapidly at his computer console. “There… the order has been placed for the Vi’Tani, and… I have sent the trading route to your master.”

“Good.” Dualath said. “Now… what will you do for us?”

“… I’m sorry?”

“It was Livion and I who had to make this… inconvenient trip out here… how will you compensate us?” Dualath asked, and Livion looked at her, confused. Miroon Shala looked nervous.

“Oh… Um… I… I…” He turned and hurried across the room. He opened a door. Inside the small room were several female Twi’leks. “May I offer you each a personal slave?”

Livion narrowed his eyes, and Dualath grinned.

“Interesting.” The latter said. “Let’s see one of them.”

“You aren’t actually considering this, are you?!” Livion blurted.

“Oh, shut up. You really need to lighten up, Livion.” Dualath sighed, and shoved her companion into a chair. Livion grunted in surprise, then looked nervous when he realized that Dualath was firmly holding him there with hands on his shoulders. Then Dualath looked up at Shala. “He will be tended to. Now.”

“WHAT?!” Livion yelped, but Shala nodded and shoved one of the slaves forwards.

Reid stared in shock as the yellow-skinned Twi’lek girl placed her hands on his knees and spread them, kneeling between his legs. Reid tried to get up, but Dualath held him in place, watching the Twi’lek open his pants.

“Don’t!” Reid gasped, eyes wide.

“Shhhh…” Dualath hissed, lifting Reid’s face and staring down into his eyes. “You need to relax…” And she kissed his forehead, running her fingers through his hair and gently pressuring his mind into relaxing and giving in... She watched his eyes widen as he felt fingers gently stroking his manhood, and then watched as they fluttered closed with a moaning sigh as the slave took his length into her mouth. A flush crossed Reid’s cheeks as he moaned in pleasure that he could neither fight nor ignore, and after a moment he laid a hand on the Twi’lek’s head, guiding her further down his erection.

Once Amanda was sure Reid was a captive to his own arousal, mind thoroughly clouded thanks to her exceptionally powerful Mind Trick, she turned and left him with the slave, walking across the room to Miroon Shala. She gave the nervous male Twi’lek a smirk.

“I think he’s satisfied.”

“What may I do to satisfy you, Lord Dualath?” Shala asked.

“All I require is to complete the assignment given to me by my Master.” She said. “And that is to make an example of you.” Shala looked at her, alarmed. “NO one even THINKS of going back on a deal with Darth Reaper…”

“No…” Shala gasped, eyes wide. “NO!” And he turned to run. But Dualath was too fast. She spun and beheaded him in one simple stroke. The man fell to the ground, head rolling.

“OH!!!” the slave cried, leaping to her feet in alarm. Reid jumped, confused. Dualath lunged and caught the girl by one of her lekku, squeezing harshly. The girl shrieked and collapsed in excruciating pain. Reid jumped at the scream, and blinked as a Lightsaber blazed through the air… then he watched silently as the slave fell to the floor, dead. He blinked again, then tensed when Dualath wrapped an arm around his waist from behind him, and then took his straining erection into her fist and pumped it roughly.

“Ahh…” He gasped, eyes rolling back into his head. “AAAH!!!”

Dualath watched in mild interest as her partner reached his climax, shooting his semen in a sloppy arch across the room. Then she smirked and stood.

“Put yourself back together and let’s go.” Dualath said and left the room, leaving Reid sitting there in stunned confusion, staring at the dead bodies. He shuddered, then tucked himself back into his pants and stood on trembling legs, hurrying from the room in clumsy movements, disgust filling him…

He followed Amanda down the corridor, glancing at her.

“… Why did you do that?” He suddenly asked. She glanced back at him.

“What? Kill them?”

“Well… that too, but… I meant…”

“Why did I have her go down on you?”

“… Yeah.”

“Because you need to loosen up, and that would help.”

“… Amanda…” Reid said softly, upset.

“Oh, stop whining!” She snorted, rolling her eyes. She glanced back at him again, then sighed and spun to stand in his path. Reid checked his movements with a surprised look, and she stared up at him. “You’ve spent enough time sulking. You’ve BEEN sulking for the past two years! YOU are Darth Livion! Yours is one of the most feared names in the galaxy! It’s time to embrace that and stop pouting day in and day out! Either suck it up and accept it, or tell Lord Reaper that you want out!”

“What?!” Reid gasped, eyes wide. If he ever even HINTED that he wanted to break his deal with the Reaper, he would be a dead man…

“If you don’t… I will. So get over it, or face your end!” Reid was silent. Amanda huffed and turned, walking away. Reid followed her outside and into the yard. “As it is…” Amanda called back as they headed out the front gates, “I’m going to have to report to him that while you ARE showing more force, you’re still holding back.”

“I can’t give it my all when my heart’s not in it.” Reid grumbled.

“Spare me.” Amanda groaned. Then, she stopped. And Reid looked up. He froze, and his eyes widened.

There, standing before them, was a female Twi’lek. And she was wearing Jedi Robes…

… Busted.
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