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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 4

PLANET: EN ROUTE TO NAR SHADDAA

LOCATION: BAU

TIME: EARLY AFTERNOON

“I’m not sure about this…” Jordan Todd said, nervously.

“Don’t worry.” JJ told her, smiling. “It will be okay.” Jordan sighed and nodded, relaxing in her chair. “Okay, Spence. Give it a shot.” Reid nodded and stared at Jordan. Slowly, he raised his hand and concentrated on touching her mind through the Force.

“Stand up.” He commanded, softly. Jordan smirked.

“Make me.” She said, eyes bright in amusement. Reid scowled.

“Stand up.”

“No.”

“Don’t be afraid, Spencer.” Gideon chuckled from across the room where he, Rossi, Morgan, Prentiss, Garcia and Hotch were crowded around the hologram of Nar Shaddaa, discussing their upcoming visit to the dirty moon of Naal Hutta. “If you’re scared of touching another mind, you won’t be able to. Trust in your ability to control yourself.”

Reid nodded and sighed, closing his eyes and relaxing.

“… Stand up.” He ordered. Jordan Todd blinked, and did so. Reid blinked, startled. “… Now what?!” He asked, looking at JJ. Jordan burst out laughing. Reid jumped as she sat down.

“I’m sorry!” She giggled. “I’m sorry! I couldn’t help it! I had to mess with you!”

“You had to--?!” Reid blurted, surprised, then glared. “… That’s mean.” He pouted, scowling. The others tried to smother their chuckles, but a glare from Reid let them know that they had failed to pull it off. He turned back to Jordan and his eyes flashed.

“Get up.” He growled. And suddenly, Jordan’s eyes widened before glazing over. She stood. “Spin around.” Reid snapped. Jordan spun in a circle. “And keep going.” She did so. JJ’s eyes widened.

“Hey now… none of that!” Rossi laughed. “Reid!”

“I did it, didn’t I?!” Reid whined.

“You did it in anger and humiliation.” Gideon said, calmly. “That is not the Jedi way.” Reid stared at him, then lowered his head.

“You’re right.” He said, softly. “I’m sorry.”

“How about you apologize to Jordan before she passes out?” Morgan asked, and Reid whirled.

“Oh! Stop!” And he released his hold on her.

“Woo…” She managed to get out, before stumbling to the side and crashing to the ground, cross eyed.

“Uh… Let’s try something else.” JJ said, and Reid nodded.

Karl Arnold, Benjamin Cyrus, Henry Grace, Jason Battle and Lee all disembarked from their ship, the Eye of Providence. They made their way to the landing pad where the BAU set down, and they watched.

“Nar Shaddaa.” JJ said, and the team stood around the round table with a hologram map of the planet handing over them. “Known as the Smuggler’s Moon, it orbits Nal Hutta, the home world of the Hutts. It’s an active hub of criminal activity, filled with smugglers, bounty hunters and fugitives. It shouldn’t be too long before we find Maroba the Hutt… the Hutts are the ones in charge. But we all need to mind our steps while there. Nar Shaddaa is a very dangerous place… even for a dozen Jedi.”

“No one is ever alone.” Hotch said, glancing up. “We’re going in three groups of three. Jordan will stay with the ship.”

“… I’m coming with you?” Garcia asked, nervously. “I… I’m not sure that—“

“I want a Guardian, a Sentinel and Consular in each group.” Hotch interrupted. “Garcia, Morgan and JJ, you’re group one. Gideon, Rossi, Emily, you’re group two. Elle and Reid. You’re with me. This way, if anyone runs into trouble, each group will also have someone with them who is skilled in negotiation.”

“Ever noticed that the negotiators are also the Sentinels?” Reid mused. Everyone blinked at him, and Gideon chuckled.

“Behave yourself, Spencer.” Gideon said. “Listen to Hotch. Learn from him. And from Elle. Her instincts are excellent, and you could benefit from learning her Force Redirection.”

“You could ALL benefit from my Force Redirection.” Elle announced with a grin. The group chuckled.

“Alright.” Hotch said, still smiling slightly in amusement. “Let’s go. Stay close, watch each other’s backs. Trust your feelings.” He looked around at his team. “May the Force be with you.”

And they all headed out onto the surface of Nar Shaddaa, going in three different directions. The Dark Jedi were watching them. And when the Jedi split up, so did the Dark Jedi, following their assignments.

Benjamin Cyrus and Henry Grace followed Rossi, Prentiss and Gideon. Despite the chaos of Nar Shaddaa around them they masked their presence, knowing that Gideon would be able to detect them if he tried to.

“Where to?” Emily asked.

“I have a couple of contacts here on Nar Shaddaa…” Rossi said, smirking. “We’re going to see the Exchange.”

“The Crime Syndicate?” Prentiss asked, eyes wide. “How do you know them?!”

“… I grew up with them.” Rossi chuckled, and led them off to the secret offices of an old childhood friend.

JJ, Morgan and Garcia had only been walking for a few minutes when Garcia made a pouty noise.

“It’s hard to focus here.” She said. “So much is going on… it really clouds the senses.”

“That’s why Force Sensitives tend to avoid Nar Shaddaa. It’s exponentially worse than Coruscant.” Morgan snorted.

“Well, I don’t like it.” Garcia pouted.

“None of us do.” JJ said. Several yards behind them, two cloaked figures followed, eyes on JJ and Garcia.

Elle smirked to herself as she followed Reid, who was sticking very close to Hotch. The boy seemed to be a bit flustered.

“Are you okay?” She asked, reaching out and laying a hand on Reid’s shoulder. Reid blinked at her, and Hotch tuned in on their conversation.

“It’s… LOUD here… and not just to the ears, but…”

“Through the Force.” Elle finished, and Reid nodded. “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it.”

“You just have to learn to synchronize yourself to it.” Hotch called back. “Learn to feel it, and read it, but don’t let it consume your senses.”

“… How do you do that?” Reid asked.

“It’s something you have to learn on your own, youngling.” Elle said, and Reid gave her a dirty look.

“I am NOT a youngling!” He snapped.

“Close enough.” Elle said, grinning and ruffling his hair. Hotch chuckled at the pair, and the pout on Reid’s face.

None of them noticed the male Twi’Lek following them… the hum of the Force on Nar Shaddaa masked his presence. Lee watched the three Jedi, though he maintained most of his focus on the woman. She was tall and strong… she was beautiful. He smirked… she would be a magnificent Dark Jedi…

“So where are we going?” Reid asked.

“The best place to get information.” Hotch said, and Reid blinked.

“The cantina.” Elle clarified. Reid’s eyes widened.

“Uh… c-cantina? I dunno about that…” He protested. “I’m not really… comfortable in places like that.”

“A Jedi’s work will often take you to places like that.” Hotch said. “They’re the best places to gather information. You need to get used to it.”

“I don’t WANT to get used to it!”

“Stop whining.” Elle laughed, and they moved up to the entrance of the local cantina. An Aqualish bouncer snarled at them. Hotch raised a hand and flicked his fingers, and the Aqualish backed off and acted like he didn’t even see them. Reid raised his eyebrows, impressed… and also a bit envious. He was now looking forward to his next session with JJ… he wanted to learn to do that!

They walked into the cantina and looked around. It was one large room, divided in half by the long U shaped bar that came out of the back wall. To their left was a stage with a Jizz-Wail band and dancers. To their right were Pazaak tables and screens showing different sports from all over the Republic with several bookie droids taking bets.

“Alright.” Hotch said. “Elle… see if you can charm some information from some of the drinkers. Reid, I want you to—“

“I’ll handle the Pazaak Tables.” Reid said with a smirk. Hotch blinked as Reid grinned at him and pulled out his own Pazaak deck before heading for the tables.

“… There is SO much more to that kid than meets the eye…” Elle grinned, and Hotch sighed and shook his head.

“Keep an eye on him.” He told her, then moved towards the gathering of people near the band.

“Looking for a game, stranger?” Reid blinked and turned, finding himself face to face with a male Gran, his three eyes staring down at the young Jedi. A glance around told Reid that a pair of Trandoshan and a Quarren were eyeing him, waiting for his response.

“… Sure.” Reid said with a nod, and the pair moved to sit at a table. The pair shuffled their decks and set them down, then drew four cards from their side decks. Reid glanced down at his hand, then looked at the Gran. The Gran put down fifty Credits. Reid stared at him and laid down fifty to match it.

“Home player gets first draw.” He said. The Gran eyed him, then flipped a card down onto the table from his deck. It was a three. Reid calmly flipped his own card from his deck. Seven. The Gran flipped a card. Two. Reid flipped another. A three. The Gran flipped another. Nine. The Gran frowned, then laid down a card from his hand. A four.

“I’ll stay.” The Gran said. Reid flipped a card. One. He flipped another. Five. He now had a total of fifteen. The Gran was standing at eighteen. Reid could feel the Trandoshan and the Quarren watching. He glanced down at his hand and then began calculating the odds in his head. And then, he flipped another card. It was a three. Triumphantly, he laid down at two from his hand, and brought his total to twenty. The Gran cursed and they began their second round. When Reid won again, he took his winnings with a small smirk.

“Care for another round?” He asked. The Gran eyed him, and then set down two hundred credits.

“You’re new on Nar Shaddaa.” The Gran said halfway through the round.

“Am I that obvious?” Reid asked, looking amused.

“You’re much too friendly to have been here for long.” The Gran said.

“Fair enough. This is my first time here.” Reid confessed.

“Business or pleasure?” The Gran asked.

“Who ever comes to Nar Shaddaa for anything other than business?” Reid asked. The Gran snorted

“Point taken. So what brings you to the Smuggler’s Moon?”

“… I’m looking for someone.” Reid said, calmly laying down a card and winning the round. The Gran grumbled.

“And who might that be?” Asked the Quarren, his curiosity overcoming his attempts to make it seem like he WASN’T eavesdropping.

“… Maroba the Hutt.” Reid admitted. He watched the Gran and the Quarren exchange looks… the two Trandoshan stared at him and fingered the hilts of their blasters with their clawed fingers. He could sense a mounting tension, focused on nervous suspicion.

“Any idea where I can find him?”

“… Her.” The Quarren corrected.

“Oh.” Reid blinked, and turned red in his embarrassment.

“You go in to see her acting like that, you’ll get yourself killed.” The Gran said.

“Where can I find her?” Reid asked.

“… No idea.” The Gran said, and Reid frowned. He knew the Gran was lying… He wanted to be able to do what JJ did… what he had just seen Hotch do… Just touch the Gran’s mind and make him tell him… but he wasn’t sure he could pull it off… and with the Quarren and the two Trandoshan watching, that could lead to trouble…

He was still contemplating this when a Twi’Lek walked away from the screen showing the Swoop Bike races and moved over towards the bar.

Elle sighed and watched the Iridonian she had been talking to walk away. She tossed back the rest of her drink, a green and pink concoction know as a Bantha Blaster.

“I hear you’re looking for Maroba the Hutt.” A voice suddenly said, and she turned. A Twi’Lek male stood before her wearing dark robes. He had sunset orange skin that darkened to a deep red on his head tails. “I am called Lee. And your friend is heading for trouble.”

Elle blinked and followed his gaze. Reid was playing Pazaak with a Gran. A quarren was hanging over their table and a couple of Transdoshan were standing off to the side, glaring at Reid with their hands on their blasters. She sighed.

“You can find Maroba in the private room of the Kathol Cantina.” Lee told her, then walked away. Elle stared after him, then picked up a small nut from a dish on the bar and turned, flicking it and using the Force to guide it.

“OW!” Reid yipped when something hit him in the side of the head. He turned and met Elle’s gaze. She jerked her head and he looked back at the Gran. “That’s my exit cue.” He said, laying down a card and winning yet again. The Gran narrowed all three eyes. As Reid reached out to collect his winnings, he seized the young Jedi’s wrist.

“No one wins that much…” The Gran snarled. “Not without cheating!”

Elle groaned, and hurried to get Hotch.

“I don’t cheat.” Reid said, firmly. “Go ahead. Check my deck.” The Gran released Reid’s wrist, but the two Trandoshan’s seized his arms in a bruising grip. The Quarren pulled a blaster and pointed it at the boy’s chest. Reid just stood still and calm, watching the Gran go through his deck. When he found nothing untoward, he flung the cards aside and they scattered everywhere. Reid frowned.

“Was that necessary?” He asked.

“No.” The Quarren said. “But your credits are.” The patrons in the cantina either calmly turned their backs or slipped out.

“Is there a problem here?” Hotch asked, striding over.

“Reid, what did you do?” Elle demanded.

“Played Pazaak.” Reid said with a shrug.

“And?” Elle asked.

“… And I won.” Reid said with a smile. Elle gave him an amused look.

“We’re not looking for trouble.” Hotch said, slowly.

“Then your friend shouldn’t have cheated.” The Gran snapped.

“I didn’t!” Reid insisted, looking at Hotch with wide eyes. “I swear!”

“… Gideon did mention that you were one hell of a Pazaak Player… won all the tournaments on Dantooine… people stopped playing with you by the time you were fourteen.” Hotch announced, now sharing Elle’s amused look.

Reid smiled and shrugged. The four gangsters eyed the three strangers.

“Let him go.” Elle said. “Nobody has to get hurt. We can all walk away.”

“Yes. We can.” The Quarren said, jabbing Reid in the stomach with his blaster. “But WE can leave a lot richer. Hand over the credits, human.”

Hotch narrowed his eyes.

“You don’t need his credits.” He said, and the Quarren quivered.

“… I don’t need his credits.” The quarren repeated. Reid’s eyes widened and he eagerly began to look back and forth between the quarren and the Jedi Sentinel, as if trying to figure out how the man did it.

“You want to go home.”

“I want to go home.” The quarren said, putting his blaster away and walking out of the cantina. The Gran stared at Hotch and began to back away, then turned and ran. Elle grinned and watched him go. Then they turned and stared at the Trandoshan who were still holding Reid. Reid just blinked at his Jedi companions, his face calm. In fact, to Elle’s annoyed disbelief, he seemed to radiate naïve innocence. He knew he had gotten himself into trouble, and had complete faith in his companions to get him out of it.

“We aren’t looking for a fight.” Hotch told the two Trandoshans, brushing his robes back and placing his hands on his hips. “But we won’t back down if you push us into one.” The Trandoshans looked down and stared… Right by each of the man’s hands was a Lightsaber. The pair glanced at each other, then released Reid and backed off, glaring.

Reid narrowed his eyes at the floor, and his scattered Pazaak cards fluttered off of the floor and into his hand. He lovingly tucked them into his robes, glancing back at the Trandoshan pair. They were staring at him, eyes wide. He just smiled slightly before bowing his head and allowing Hotch to guide him out of the cantina with a hand on his shoulder.

“Let that be a lesson.” Hotch murmured to the boy, smiling. “A Lightsaber can quickly diffuse a bad situation… sometimes even without ever being drawn.” Reid smiled and nodded, agreeing… the Trandoshans had backed down the moment they had seen Hotch’s Sabers. Reid would remember that lesson well.

Once they were outside, Elle gave the boy a sharp smack in the back of the head.

“Ow!” Reid yelped, stumbling. “What was that for?!”

“For getting yourself into that ridiculous situation.”

“It was an honest game of Pazaak! I was trying to get information from them! How was I supposed to know that they were gangsters?!”

“This is Nar Shaddaa, Reid!” Hotch suddenly snarled, whirling on the boy. Reid froze, eye wide as the man loomed over him. “They’re ALL gangsters here! There’s no such thing as an honest person on this forsaken moon!”

“I’m sorry…” Reid whimpered, and Hotch inwardly groaned when the boy’s lower lip began to tremble. He sighed and reached out, placing a hand on Reid’s shoulder. “Just… be careful.” He told the boy, and Elle sighed and walked ahead of them. “Be mindful of your feelings. Trust the Force to guide you.”

“… I can’t.” Reid gasped. “I try to listen and… I feel overwhelmed.” Hotch gave him a small smile.

“You’ll figure it out.” Hotch told him, lifting a hand and gently stroking his cheek with his knuckles. “It will take time, but you will. You managed on Coruscant. Do what you did there. It’s the same kind of noise, just… louder and darker.” Reid nodded, and finally gave the man a shy smile. Hotch nodded to him, then pressed a kiss to his forehead before they both turned and caught up to Elle.

“Maroba is in the private room of the Kathol Cantina.” Elle said.

“Good work.” Hotch said with a nod. “Now we need to find out where it is.”

“Easy enough.” Elle grinned, and called out to a passing Rhodian. “Excuse me! Where is the Kathol Cantina?”

The Rhodian blinked at her, and leaned away. Elle tossed him a Credit. The Rhodian caught it, then turned and pointed. “Down two levels on the south corner.” He said, and then went on his way.

“Let’s go.” Hotch said, and off they went. Lee followed at a distance.

They found the cantina exactly there the Rhodian had told them it was. As they approached, several Gamorreans watched them as they guarded the doors. Reid’s eyes widened when Hotch turned to the Gamorreans on one side of the door, and Elle to the others. A simple flick of their fingers, and the Jedi were allowed to pass.

“Maybe we should take one with us when we leave.” Elle said as they entered the cantina.

“Why in the blazes would we do that?!” Hotch asked, making a face of disgust.

“Give Reid something stupid and weak-minded to practice on.” Elle snickered, and Hotch had to fight back a grin. Behind them, Reid slouched down and tried not to pout. This cantina was darker… dirtier… more rowdy. Nervous, Reid pulled up the hood on his long brown cloak.

“This time… stay away from the Pazaak tables.” Elle teased him, and Reid drooped. Elle and Hotch exchanged amused looks, and then the three Jedi walked into the crowd.

“Well well… fancy meeting you here.” They turned and found Morgan, JJ and Garcia grinning at them.

“What are you doing here?” Elle asked, grinning right back.

“JJ got the information we wanted out of a Duros.” Morgan explained.

“A Twi’Lek told me where to go right before he told me that Reid was about to get ripped apart by a Gran, a Quarren and a couple of Trandoshans.” Elle laughed.

“What did you do, Spence?!” JJ laughed.

“Nothing!” Reid cried insistently.

“He was a little TOO good at Pazaak.” Hotch chuckled.

“Nice going, Pretty Boy.” Morgan chuckled, and Reid pouted.

“I played an HONEST game.”

“How many rounds did you win?” Garcia asked, grinning.

“… All of them.” Reid stated, as if that was obvious. The Jedi Knights shared a laugh at the Padawan’s expense, but then they got down to business.

“Alright. JJ and Morgan with me. Elle, Garcia… keep an eye on Reid.”

“I do NOT need a babysitter!”

“No… you need two.” Garcia teased, and Reid glared.

“Don’t let him near the Pazaak tables.” Hotch instructed, and then he walked away, JJ and Morgan following him towards the private rooms. Elle and Garcia turned and headed for the bar, and Reid followed.

They didn’t notice that they were being watched…

Lee, Karl Arnold and Jason Battle watched the Jedi and waited for the moment to move in…

Force Redirection -- This gives a Jedi the ability to deflect blaster fire without the aid of a Lightsaber.
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