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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 4

PLANET: MON CALAMARI

LOCATION: MON CALAMARI COUNCIL

TIME: LATE AFTERNOON

“Welcome to Dac.” Said the female Mon Calamari striding towards the team. “I am Shahleese.”

Hotch, JJ, Rossi and Seaver all bowed, Seaver looking at Rossi and whispering “Dac?”

“It’s what the natives call the planet.” Rossi hissed back.

“I am Aaron Hotchner.” Their leader greeted. “And I have been sent to speak with you regarding the Sith presence on your planet.”

“I see.” She said, nodding. The she turned and walked down the corridor, Hotch by her side. “Representatives of these… Sith, are here. They are looking to build a school, they said.”

“We wish for you and the Quarren to convene an emergency meeting of the Mon Calamari Council.”

“Please refer to it as the Dac Council.” Shahleese requested. “The Quarren do not like how the council and our home world is called Mon Calamari by the rest of the Republic. They feel that our race is favored over their own.”

“I understand.” Hotch said with a nod. “Can you convene the Council? And can you arrange a meeting between us and your Jedi Watchman?”

“Of course.” Shahleese said with a nod. “I will take you to her home, and you may meet with her while I speak with the Quarren.”

“Thank you.” Hotch nodded.

Morgan and Emily slipped over rooftops, all of their senses on alert. They watched for any sign of Dark Jedi or Sith presence…

“There.” Emily hissed, pointing. They watched a cloak swirl around a corner.

“Split up.” Morgan whispered, and the pair flitted off in different directions. Morgan dropped the street and darted around the corner, only to skid to a stop.

“… Hello, Derek.”

“… Gordinski.”

PLANET: RYLOTH

LOCATION: PLANET SURFACE

TIME: LATE NIGHT

Darth Dualath and Darth Livion stood in the road, staring down the lone figure standing before them.

“… Aliki Naas.” Livion murmured under his breath.

“You know her?”

“By reputation.”

“Ryloth’s Jedi Watchman?” Dualath asked, narrowing her eyes. Livion nodded. “Stand aside!” Dualath called, aggressively.

“You have come to my home and killed two dozen of my people.” Aliki called back, drawing her twin Lightsabers. “And you are enslaving dozens more!”

Dualath smirked. “… hundreds.” She shot back, her tone dripping in smug arrogance. Livion frowned, fingering the hilt of his own Lightsaber.

“I cannot let you leave here!” Aliki proclaimed, eyes flashing in suppressed anger and grief. “You are under arrest for Crimes Against the Republic!”

“We do not answer to you, OR to the Republic!” Dualath snapped, drawing her own weapon. Livion followed her lead. Aliki raised her hands, blue blades erupting from the hilts of her Lightsabers, and the two Sith stared down the Jedi Guardian standing in their path.

Dualath made the first move. She leapt forward and clashed blades with Aliki. After a moment’s hesitation Livion leapt into the fray, spinning his double-bladed Lightsaber over his head before bringing it down in a diagonal slash. Aliki dodged his strike with ease, countering with one of her own. He spun away, feeling her blade catching the hem of his cloak. He leapt back, and as one, all three combatants tossed their cloaks aside.

The lights from the compound behind them glinted off of the metal brace on Livion’s left knee, catching Aliki’s attention for a moment. As soon as she glanced down, Dualath attacked for a second time. Livion watched as the pair dueled their way across the rocky, barren dust until Dualath gasped and stumbled back, eyes wide in shock as she clapped a hand to her bicep, which had a cauterized slash.

Livion’s eyes widened and he charged, letting out an angry roar. Aliki stumbled back as Livion placed himself between the Jedi Watchman and fighting her back from his partner. Dualath watched with wide eyes, and slowly allowed a grin to cross her face. Darth Livion had his eyes closed, Seeing with the Force… He was using the Force to enhance his own speed and strength, while draining Aliki’s… he was doing something that could even be considered a form of the Battle Meditation.

She watched as Aliki brought both blades down, and Livion caught them on his blade, deflecting them to the side. And as he did, he stepped in and placed his empty hand on her belly.

“UHHN!!!” She yelped, as a blast of Force energy sent her flying back into a large rock. Gritting her teeth, she slowly got to her feet, trying to locate her Lightsabers, but her vision was blurred.

“Finish it.” Amanda hissed. Livion glanced at her. “You have to. We show no mercy. Not to the Jedi… do it… or face the Reaper.”

Aliki screamed and Amanda grinned in delight as Livion raised his hand and blasted the Jedi Watchman with Force Lightning.

“There you go…” Amanda purred. “That’s the Livion we knew was in you… And he’s beautiful…”

Livion lowered his hand and Aliki fell to her hands and knees, whimpering at the burning pain that still throbbed through her. She slowly lifted her head when she heard the boots approaching.

“… D-Don’t…” She groaned. “Spencer…” Livion paused. “You… you don’t have to do this… you’re not beyond redemption.”

“What makes you think that?” Reid snorted.

She reached a hand up to him, slowly stumbling to her feet. She gently ran a finger down his Padawan’s braid.

“You still wear it.” She whispered. “You WANT to come home. I can see it in your eyes…” She smiled and moved her fingers to gently stroke his cheek, taking in his stricken look. “They want you back, too.”

“… W-who?”

“Your team.”

“Livion!” Dualath snapped. “Stop playing around and FINISH HER!!!”

“… You don’t have to. You and I… we can take her.” Aliki assured him, glancing at Dualath.

“It’s not that simple.” Reid told her, shaking his head. “Adam is still inside her. I’ve been bringing him back. I’m not going to just give up on him now… I have to save him. And Tobias… he’s not bad… he’s not a slave to the Dark Side either. They need me…”

Aliki stared at him, and then, slowly, a look of understanding and resignation crossed her face. She smiled. “You are still a Jedi.” She said, placing a hand on his chest. “Hold on. You haven’t lost yourself… don’t give up. Finish what you started, Padawan.”

“LIVION!” Amanda snapped.

“Do it.” Aliki whispered. Reid stared at her.

“W-What?” He gasped. She smiled at him.

“It’s okay. Do what you need to do. With me, AND with the Sith.”

“What…?”

She nodded to him. “It’s worth it. To bring one of our own back to the Order. Do it.” He stared at her. “Do it!”

Dualath watched as Livion raised his Lightsaber, and ran the Twi’lek Jedi Watchman through.

“AHHNG!” She cried, throwing her head back, body arching. Livion’s Lightsaber clattered to the ground and the young Sith fell to his knees, the Jedi Knight in his arms. Dualath rolled her eyes and checked her injured arm.

“Oh no…   no no no…” Reid cried, holding the Twi’lek in his arms. “No… what am I doing?! Oh no…” She stared up at him, and he held her hand tightly.

“Shhh…” She hissed, comforting him. “Do what you must. Don’t give up.” Reid nodded, tears falling from his eyes. “I give my life willingly, as I was destined to.”

“Destined to?” Reid breathed. “W-What do you mean?”

“When the time comes, my Master will tell you. Padawan… May the Force be with you.” And then she was gone. Reid couldn’t hold back the dry sob, and he clung tightly to the body.

“Well done, Livion.” Dualath purred, sauntering over. She watched him gently lay the body down on the ground.

“Bring me her robe.” Reid demanded.

“What?”

“Bring me her robe! NOW!!!” Dualath recoiled slightly at the shout. She turned and snatched up the Knight’s robe, and gave it to Reid. The boy summoned the fallen Jedi’s Lightsabers into his hands and tucked them into Aliki’s belt, before wrapping her in her robe and gathering the body into his arms.

“What are you doing?” Dualath demanded, blinking as Reid began to walk.

“Go back to the ship.” Reid told her. “Pick me up in an hour.”

“What?!” Dualath yelped. Reid didn’t answer. He just walked away, the body of the Ryloth Watchman in his arms.

“Livion? LIVION!!!” Amanda shouted. “… Little bleeding heart…” She snarled, then turned and stalked off towards their ship…

PLANET: MON CALAMARI

LOCATION: MON CALAMARI COUNCIL

TIME: LATE AFTERNOON

“… It’s been a long time, Derek.” Gordinski said, slowly approaching Morgan.

“What are you doing here?” Morgan demanded, glaring.

“I’m here on business.”

“Right.” Morgan snorted, narrowing his eyes. “I remember your kind of business.” Slowly, the men began to circle each other. “It’s thanks to you that my Master Fell as far as he did… It’s because of YOU that no one could see it in time to save him.”

“It’s because if YOU that he’s dead, Derek.” Gordinski smirked, shrugging. “YOU killed him. That was YOUR Lightsaber to his heart… not mine.”

“No.” Morgan said, shaking his head and fighting back the grief and guilt. “the man I killed was NOT my Master. Not anymore. My Master died long before I killed him. You were the one who let him die…”

“Was I now?”

“You’re a coward, Gordinski. You were angry because you never passed the trials to become a Padawan. You were bitter, being in the Jedi Service Corps, watching all the other Initiates become Jedi. YOU turned on the Order!!!”

“They turned on me! They said I wasn’t Jedi material!”

“… And you proved them right when you turned on them.” Morgan said, softly.

Gordinski just shrugged again, then looked up at the sky.

“Ah, those were some good years…” He mused. “You were still a Padawan then. And good ol’ Carl…” He turned and looked at Morgan. Morgan was glaring. “Carl trained you up real good, Derek. I can’t believe you did that to him…” Morgan narrowed his eyes. “He was opening his eyes Derek. Learning more of the Force. Expanding his knowledge. And you condemned him for it.”

“You don’t know what happened.” Morgan growled.

“Maybe your forgot, but I was your pilot… I was there when it went down, Derek.” Gordinski snorted. “I saw it happen.”

FLASHBACK

Morgan and Buford crept down the corridor, Lightsaber hilts in hand.

Buford slowly pushed open the old, primitive wooden door. Inside, chained to the wall, was the abducted Initiate they had come to rescue, Damian Walters. Damian stared, eyes wide. The two Jedi hurried into the room and released the boy. Damian immediately clung to Morgan and stared at Buford with wide eyes.

“Don’t let him!” Damian cried.

“What?” Morgan asked, trying to calm the child down.

“He did it!” Damian insisted. “He let the Dark Jedi into the Temple!”

“What?” Morgan asked, looking shocked.

“There have been others!” Damian insisted. “When he finds an initiate that he likes, he lures them into a trap and gives them to the Dark Jedi! I heard him talking to one! He wanted to take James Barfield! When he found out that I knew, he took me! Derek, please!!! Don’t let him!”

“Damian… calm down.” The young Derek Morgan soothed. “Master Buford won’t hurt you. Now come on. Let’s get you out of here…” and he guided the Initiate away.

Later that night, Morgan snapped awake, sitting bolt upright in bed.

“… Damian.” He gasped, and he bolted from the room. Just down the hall was Damian’s room. He threw open the door just in time to see Damian Walters slump to the floor, and he felt the boy’s life leave him. Then, Morgan looked up. Buford was looking at him, startled.

“… what did you do?!” Morgan howled, dropping to his knees and gathering Damian’s small body into his arms. “Damian… Oh Damian…” He turned back to Carl again. “WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

“I… I’m so sorry.” Carl breathed. “I didn’t want to… I didn’t have a choice… He… he’s just a kid…”

Morgan just stared, eyes wide. Tears of betrayal welled up into his eyes.

“You’re lying…” Morgan breathed.

Carl blinked. “Derek… I—“

“I can FEEL it!” Morgan shouted. “You feel no regret! You murdered him! I’ve been thinking that something was off for a long time! Hell, I KNEW something was off! But I never thought that you would…” He trailed off, shaking his head and letting his tears fall.

“It doesn’t have to be as bad as you’re thinking, Derek.” Carl said. “But we can’t go back now… Come with me. Complete your training with me and become MORE than just a Jedi…”

“No, Carl.” Morgan hissed, shaking his head. “I won’t let you leave. You have to come back and face the Council…”

“The Council is full of crap!” Carl snapped. “I’m liberating these kids from their control! Do you know how many kids I’ve helped out of the Order?!”

“Carl…” Morgan breathed, shaking his head. “You’ve betrayed us. And I won’t cover for you. I have to bring you back to Coruscant.”

“No Derek.” Carl said, and pulled his Lightsaber. “There are only two ways you’re leaving this ship… either it’s because you come with me, or you’re getting jettisoned from the airlock.”

Morgan stared at the man in disbelief, then drew his Double Bladed Lightsaber. “Carl…” the Jedi Apprentice said in a shaky tone. “You… You don’t have to do this… We can go home… you can redeem yourself…” But Carl attacked. Morgan blocked the first several blows, backing out of the room and down the corridor.

“Master! PLEASE!!!”

“You’re just like them, Derek… That Holier Than Thou attitude gets old real quick! I will take as MANY kids from the Jedi as I can!”

Morgan gave the man a pained look, and reluctantly accepted the inevitable; he took the offensive. Carl’s eyes widened when he was forced back first one step. Then another. And another. Morgan came at him like a whirlwind, Lightsabers slicing through the air, and nearly slicing through the Fallen Jedi a time or two as well.

“All these years!” Morgan cried, the anger rising in him. “I always wondered why you weren’t like the other Masters!” Carl snarled and tried to throw Morgan back with the Force, but Morgan endured the blast and his feet only slid back by a few inches. “Never cautioning me to mind my feelings. Never telling me to let go of my anger! I always wondered why your past Padawans all fell… Now I KNOW why… You betrayed THEM to the Dark Side, too! You betrayed EVERYONE! The Order… Your apprentices… me… Yourself! How could you do this, Carl!?”

“I do NOT answer to you, Derek.   Now make your choice.”

Derek Morgan shook his head. “Don’t make me do this, Carl.” He gasped. His Master advanced on him, Lightsaber ready. The young Padawan lifted his own weapon.   “Please Carl! I don’t want to hurt you!”

“Come with me or die where you stand!” Carl demanded.

Morgan shook his head, tears falling down his face.

“I loved you like a father, Carl… LIKE MY FATHER!!!” And he attacked…

“You’re a skilled fighter, Derek.” Gordinski chuckled, shaking his head. “Even Master Buford couldn’t hold you off. You moved flawlessly. I thought it was all over when you disarmed him… never thought he would try to choke you do death through the Force. And I thought that maybe he had you. But you had him in the end… I was there. I watched you put your blade through his heart. I watched you cry and hold his body. And I took you home and watched you face the Council. I thought that was the end of you. I thought that maybe, in the end, Carl would win and you were on the path the Dark Side. I think I was more surprised than anyone when you turned it around and became a Jedi Knight.”

He turned and faced Morgan, who was GLARING at the man in fury, fighting back tears as he relived the most horrible moment of his life; killing his Master…

“I underestimated you Derek.” Gordinski admitted. “But… so did the Council. No one ever thought you would have murdered Carl… the fact that you killed him instead of bringing him back… That was a testament to your own weakness… and the Dark Side that you KNOW is inside you…”

“RRAAAAHH!!!” Morgan roared, and charged. Gordinski stumbled back eyes wide in horror when the Jedi Knight raised his Lightsaber for the killing blow… Gordinski fell to the ground and closed his eyes, waiting for the burning pain.

But it never came.

He opened his eyes and stared. Derek Morgan’s blue blade was hanging over him, but holding it in place was a blade of bright amethyst. Aaron Hotchner stood there, staring Derek Morgan in the eyes. After a long time, he threw Morgan back.

“STAY OUT OF THIS, HOTCH!!!” Morgan shouted, and attacked. The two men dueled across the street, and many faces appeared in windows, the light of the blue and purple Double Bladed Lightsabers flashing in the reflections of their eyes.

“Uhn!” Hotch grunted as he was suddenly kneed in the gut. “AHHN!” And he slammed into the wall as he was thrown back by the Force. His weapon clattered to the floor and he watched Derek Morgan lunge, rage in his tear-filled eyes.

But only seconds away from cutting down his leader, Derek Morgan stopped. He stared at Hotch, eyes wide in horror. Slowly, he lowered his hands and his Lightsaber slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground.

“Hotch…” He gasped, then turned and ran.

“MORGAN!?” Hotch called after him, but he did not pursue the other man.

Gordinski quickly came to the conclusion that he had better make himself scarce…

“Don’t. Move.” Came the low, unyielding voice. Slowly, he turned and stared with wide eyes at the steely glare of Jennifer Jareau, the yellow Lightsaber gleaming in her hand, and eyes.

“You’re under arrest.” Rossi said with a smirk, and seized the man.

Hotch walked over to where his weapon lay and he knelt, picking up the Double-bladed Lightsaber and running his fingers over it lovingly, thinking of Spencer as he did every time he held the beautifully crafted hilt. He tucked it into his robes and turned to help his team.

But then the Jedi all froze. Their eyes widened, and they looked horrorstruck as they felt it... Then, they all looked down and closed their eyes, pain in their faces.

“Aliki Naas…” JJ breathed.

“She is one with the Force.” Rossi confirmed with a nod.

“But… Why would we feel it?” Emily asked.

“Perhaps if we discover the nature of her death, that will be made more clear to us.” Rossi suggested. But then, Hotch let out a sharp gasp and stumbled to his knees. His face was pale.

“Aaron?” Rossi called, hurrying over. “What is it?”

“Spencer…” Hotch breathed. “He… he killed her.”

“What?”

“He killed Aliki.”

“How do you know that?” Rossi asked, looking skeptical.

“Because… He’s in pain over it… so much pain… Greif… regret… self-loathing…”

“How do you know that…?” Rossi asked, now narrowing his eyes.

“… I… I can…”

“You can feel it.” Rossi finished for him. Hotch nodded, and a dark look came over Rossi’s face. “… Your Bond is coming back…” Hotch gave his old Master a stricken look before letting his face fall into his hands.
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