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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 5

PLANET: NAR SHADDAA

LOCATION: PRIVATE ROOM OF THE KATHOL CANTINA

TIME: EARLY EVENING

“Mistress.” Large eyes in a massive body turned to face the Duros. “Three Jedi are here to speak with you.” The Duros said, his strong accent enunciating the vowels and slurring the consonants.

The large female Hutt rumbled, then waved a fat hand.

“Let them in.” Maroba commanded, and she straightened up when JJ, Hotch and Morgan entered. She hardly spared JJ a glance, but she openly eyed Morgan and Hotch. The three Jedi gave her a small bow. She flicked the tip of her tail, pleased, and inhaled deeply from her hookah.

“Jedi on Nar Shaddaa… Not a common occurrence.” She said, and Hotch was mildly surprised… it wasn’t often that a Hutt spoke Galactic Standard… usually they were too arrogant to speak a language other than their own native tongue. “What brings you to me?” Maroba asked.

“Yevetha slavers on the planet Baskarn.” Morgan said.

“… Oh.” Maroba snorted, rolling her great eyes. “THEM.” And she waved a hand dismissively. “Our partnership was a… reluctant one. And it was strained.”

“So… you’re the head of this Slave trade ring?” JJ asked. Maroba let out a booming laugh.

“No. I just had my smugglers make deliveries. The Yevetha came to me. Someone else is pulling the strings. I’m staying out of it. I hire out smugglers to transport goods. Slaves, Spice, weapons…” She took another hit from her hookah.

“Any idea who is running the operation?” Hotch asked. The Hutt eyed him for a long time, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

“What I know is that a group of Nikto were helping them move some of the slaves. And the Nikto were taking orders from a Baragwin called Horan Arbel.”

“… Any idea where we can find this… Horan Arbel?” JJ asked.

The Hutt was silent for a moment, then said, “Your talents are wasted… working for the Jedi Order.” She looked Hotch and Morgan in the eyes. “I could use men like you… I can pay you very well…” And she eyed them up and down again. Morgan’s eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened in shock when he realized that this female Hutt had the hots for him!

Hotch didn’t even blink. “Your offer is generous, but I’m afraid we must decline.” He said. “While we are not turning you in to the Republic, you represent all that we stand against.” Maroba stared at them, then sighed.

“Shame.” She mused. “You would have improved the scenery dramatically.”

“Thank you for your help.” JJ said, and the three bowed, then turned and left. When the door closed, Maroba turned to her Duros assistant.

“I want something very sexy, very male and preferably very naked in here. NOW.”

Reid sighed and stared into his drink, glancing up. So much for Elle and Garcia keeping an eye on him… he was keeping an eye on THEM. Garcia had found herself having drinks with a handsome human with piercing blue eyes. Elle was speaking with a Twi’Lek. Apparently the same Twi’Lek who had told them where to find Maroba the Hutt.

“You look bored.” Reid turned and blinked.

“Oh. Emily. Hi.” He said with a smile. Rossi and Gideon were walking over.

“I see we all manage to end up in the same place.” Gideon said, and Reid smiled at him with a nod.

“How did you end up here?” Reid asked.

“I met up with an old friend of mine.” Rossi said with a smile. “He told us Maroba is here.”

“She is.” Reid said with a nod. “Hotch, Morgan and JJ are speaking with her now.”

“And what are Elle and Penelope trying to accomplish?” Rossi asked, amused.

“I dunno.” Reid said with a shrug.

“Why aren’t you at the Pazaak tables?” Gideon asked, looking at his apprentice. He blinked when Reid turned bright red.

“Uh oh.” Emily said, grinning. “What happened?”

“Reid nearly got himself killed playing Pazaak.” Everyone turned when Hotch walked over. “He pissed off a Gran, a Quarren and a couple of Trandoshans.”

“… How much did you win?” Gideon asked with a grin.

“Walked away 2500 credits richer.” Reid announced, proudly.

“That’s my boy!” Gideon laughed, clapping Reid on the shoulder.

“Jason!” Hotch scolded, and Gideon just chuckled to himself.

“What did we find out?” Rossi asked, rolling his eyes.

“The Yevetha were working with some Nikto who are taking orders from a Baragwin named Horan Arbel.” JJ said. “She doesn’t know where he is.”

“How do you know that? She never answered us.” Morgan asked.

“I could feel it.” JJ said.

“Did she say anything else?” Gideon asked.

“She offered Hotch and Morgan jobs while she visually undressed them.” JJ informed them.

“That’s disgusting!” Reid blurted, looking thoroughly disturbed. The others laughed.

“So now we have a new target.” Rossi said.

“Let’s get Elle and Garcia.” Hotch said.

Morgan turned and went to get Garcia. He frowned when he saw the man she was talking to leaning in close and whispering in her ear. Almost immediately, he got a bad feeling about the man.

“Hey, Baby girl.” He called, walking over. She smiled up at him.

“Derek, meet Jason. Jason, meet Derek.” She said, happily. The men stared at each other, and then Jason stood and shook Morgan’s hand. The two men stared one another in the eye, gripping the other’s hand, tightly.

JJ glanced over at them, and frowned. When she looked at the man, she felt uneasy. While she watched, Reid went to get Elle.

“Hey.” He said, and she and Lee looked at him. “Time to go.”

“Who are we looking for now?” Elle asked.

“… A Baragwin called Horan Arbel.” Reid said.

“Any idea where he is?” Elle asked Lee, grinning. Lee chuckled.

“Not this time. Sorry.” He said.

“Awww… and here I thought you might be worth keeping.” Elle laughed. Lee smiled at her.

“Well… if I hear anything…” He said, and shrugged.

“Thanks.” Elle said, standing.

“You’re welcome.” He told her. “If you’re ever on Nar Shaddaa again… look me up.” And he took her hand and kissed it. She gave him a flattering smile.

“I might just do that.” She purred. Reid raised an eyebrow. “And now I take my leave. Before things get a little too steamy for the kid to witness.” She grinned, jerking her head towards Reid.

“What?!” Reid blurted, looking mildly insulted.

“Well… wouldn’t want to violate his virgin eyes.” Lee chuckled, and Reid sputtered indignantly.

“Oh, come on, Reid.” Elle laughed. “I’m willing to wager that you are just as innocent as you look.”

“Someone needs to deflower your little Padawan, here.” Lee said with a smirk. Reid gave the Twi’Lek a glare.

“Unless he’s taken a vow of chastity… which wouldn’t surprise me.” Elle responded, grinning at Reid’s glare.

“Alright, enough teasing.” Rossi said, walking over and taking Reid and Elle’s arms. “Excuse us.” He said to Lee, and steered the two younger Jedi to the door where the others were waiting. As they left the cantina, Reid looked at Elle.

“… He’s not trustworthy.” He said, and Elle quirked an eyebrow.

“What makes you say that?”

“I can sense it.” Reid said, and Elle snorted.

“Says the guy who drained the life from everyone on the ship.” Elle grinned when Reid turned red and slowed down to walk between Hotch and Gideon.

“Stop picking on the kid.” Rossi chuckled, and Elle laughed.

“But he’s such an easy target!”

“When you’ve teased him to the point that he’s nearly hiding in his master’s cloak like when he was a youngling, you’re going too far.”

“So where are we going?” Garcia called.

“We’re going to go talk to my friend again.” Rossi announced.

Jason Battle and Lee followed the Jedi at a distance.

They were joined a moment later by Karl Arnold.

“Where the hell have you been?” Battle asked.

“Watching.”

“Lord Reaper wants you to turn the woman. When are you going to actually get to work?” Lee asked.

“I am a bit more… methodical than the two of you.” Karl snorted, eyeing his companions. “I must learn… everything about her if I am to be successful.”

“… You do that. I’m bringing in my target NOW.” Battle snorted, and the group of Dark Jedi split up, Lee mumbling to Karl, “He’s gonna get himself killed…”

“David…” The man sitting at the desk groaned. “When I told you don’t wait so long between visits, I meant drop by again within the next couple of years or so… not the next couple of hours.”

“And you were the one complaining that I was leaving so soon… so don’t complain when I come back, Ray.” Rossi snorted.

“… I might be a bit more happy about you waltzing back in if you weren’t bringing other Jedi with you.” Ray snorted. “Two were bad enough. Now you bring in another eight?! Are you here to bring me in or something?”

“No.” Rossi said with an amused smile. Ray glared at his old friend, then looked around at the other Jedi. Most of them just stood and stared at him, making him nervous. The youngest of the group, a slender young man, was looking at his Holocron collection.

“What do you want, David?”

“Horan Arbel.” Rossi said. “The Baragwin.”

“… Why are you looking for him?” Ray asked.

“Jedi business.” Rossi said, calmly.

“… Jedi…” Ray snorted. “You always had to be different.” He looked at Rossi’s companions. “You know… if the Order hadn’t taken him, he would have made a great Exchange Boss.”

“Oh really?” Hotch asked, giving Rossi an amused look.

“All the kids I would have grown up with are in the Exchange.” Rossi said with a shrug.

“How did the Order find you?” Reid asked, suddenly.

“Not the time for trips down memory lane, kid.” Rossi chuckled.

“Dave’s father…” Ray said, smirking. “Discovered that his son could predict the outcomes of a hand of cards… the roll of a dice… And eventually, found that he could influence the dice. So he started using his son to help him make money.” Rossi snorted and folded his arms. “A Jedi just happened upon a game of dice that went bad. A fight broke out.”

“My father was killed.” Rossi said calmly. “The other players started to fight over ME. When one of them tried to abduct me, the Jedi stopped him. Mama wanted something better for me than a life working for the Exchange, like everyone else we knew. When the Jedi offered to take me in and train me, she didn’t hesitate. I left within a day of my father’s death.”

“Your mother got a lot of grief for letting the Jedi take someone as promising as you.” Ray snorted. “You know, the Exchange offered him a job.”

“When I was the kid’s age!” Rossi laughed, jabbing a thumb back at Reid, who blinked.

“Dave turned them down. Really pissed them off.”

“Don’t regret it for a second.” Rossi proclaimed, proudly. “But enough stalling. Horan Arbel. Where can we find him?”

Ray sighed and leaned back in his chair, once again finding all the Jedi (save for the boy) staring at him.

“… He’s a gangster.”

“And you’re not?” Rossi quipped. Ray ignored him.

“He moves slaves, spice, weapons… And hires help. But he’s not the Patriarch of the Kinrath Nest. Someone’s pulling the strings… I just don’t know who.”

“WHERE, Ray?” Rossi asked.

“… I don’t know.” Ray sighed. “Not for sure. But I know who MIGHT know.”

“Talk.” Rossi ordered.

“Some Nikto that work for him…”

Benjamin Cyrus made his way across the small, dirty cantina to a group of a dozen black skinned, hairless humanoids. They were Sakiyans, known for their sharp ears and noses, and keen infrared vision. They watched him approach with narrowed eyes.

“… I hear you’re looking for work.” Cyrus said.

“… We hear you’re looking to hire.” Said one of the Sakiyans.

“Indeed I am.” Cyrus said, and held out a disk in his palm. He clicked a button on the side, and a rotating hologram of Emily appeared. “Emily Prentiss. Jedi Sentinel.” Lee said. He clicked the button, and another figure appeared. “Jennifer Jareau. Jedi Sentinel.” He clicked it again. “Master Jason Gideon, Jedi Consular. Derek Morgan, Jedi Guardian. Penelope Garcia, Jedi Consular. Master David Rossi, Jedi Guardian. Padawan Spencer Reid, Jedi Consular. Elle Greeneway, Jedi Guardian. Aaron Hotchner, Jedi Sentinel.” The Sakiyans stared as the image went back to Emily.

“We are after all of them… but SHE is my priority.” Cyrus said. “I’m setting a trap, and I need her alive. I’ll pay well for any of them… but her, I’ll pay double.”

“… Then let us talk price.” The lead Sakiyan said, eyes glittering in delight at the prospect of hunting Jedi…

The group of Jedi found themselves back in the original cantina where Reid had pissed off the people at the Pazaak tables. At a table in a dark corner, several Nikto sat drinking. Hotch, Emily, JJ and Rossi were speaking with the Nikto. Elle was smirking at the efforts of a sniveling little man trying to convince her to enter the service of a Hutt. Morgan was getting drinks for Garcia and himself and Reid was awkwardly trying to turn down the propositions that several prostitutes were making once they had managed to corner him.

Garcia, in the mean time, had suddenly found herself staring at Jason Battle.

“Oh…” She gasped, eyes wide. “Hi.”

“Hello… this is a pleasant surprise.” Battle said, giving her a charming smile. “This must be fate. Here I had been thinking that I shouldn’t have let you leave, and I find you again.” Garcia smiled at him, blushing slightly. He took her hand and moved closer. “I think that we may have something special…”

“Why do you think that?” Garcia asked, smiling. Her heart was fluttering…

“I can feel it.” Battle purred, leaning in close. “We have a… connection… the Force brought us together…”

“And what do YOU know about the Force?” Garcia asked. Suddenly, she was feeling… nervous.

“More than what the Jedi could teach you…” He told her. She eyed him. “Come with me.” Battle said, suddenly. He took her hands. “I can show you so much more than you could ever learn with the Jedi.” Garcia leaned away and tried to pull her hands away. But he held on tight. “Please, Penelope.”

And that’s when she felt it… a soft, subtle brush against her awareness. A dark something…

The entire Cantina turned when Jason Battle suddenly FLEW across the room and slammed into the wall. Garcia stood there, eyes wide and hand out in front of her.

“Garcia?!” Morgan shouted, dropping his drink as Battle leapt forward, sinister red Lightsaber flaring up in his hand. Garcia let out a cry and pulled her own rarely-used blade just in time to block the man’s blow.

The Cantina exploded into chaos. Lightsabers were drawn in what seemed like every corner of the room as patrons either ran for it, or drew their blasters and vibroblades. Morgan was by Garcia’s side within a moment and had engaged Battle in combat. Garcia was backing away still holding her pink bladed Lightsaber aloft, though she was trembling.

The dancers, band, prostitutes and a few patrons had screamed and made a collective dive under a table in the corner and Gideon and Reid were standing before it, Lightsabers a blur as they blocked blaster fire to protect the innocent bystanders.

Rossi and Emily assisted other patrons in escaping while Hotch and Elle began working to disarm those firing their blasters wildly about the room.

So wild was the chaos that no one noticed the small man sneaking up behind JJ and jabbing a needle into her neck.

“Oh!” Was all she managed to get out before her eyes rolled back and she slumped to the ground, Lightsaber clattering to the floor. Karl Arnold tossed her over his shoulder and turned, darting out the door.

But from across the room, Garcia let out a cry.

“JJ!” She shouted, and Gideon and Reid turned.

“No!” Reid gasped.

“Go! GO!!!” Gideon barked, and Reid bolted. He and Garcia met at the door and ran out together. The Force exploded within Reid and he shot forwards. Garcia skidded to a stop and focused her gaze on the fleeing kidnapper, reaching a hand out.

Karl Arnold gasped and stumbled when he felt his strength being sucked out of his body. He crashed to the ground and JJ rolled away. He stumbled to his feet and turned to meet Reid. But as he reached for his Lightsaber, it suddenly flew out of his robes and into the left hand of the young Jedi Apprentice. Arnold stared in shock as Reid stood before him wielding a green blade in one hand, and Karl’s red blade in the other. The older man narrowed his eyes. They darted around at the piles of garbage around him, and then he raised his hands. Reid’s eyes widened as large pieces of metal and pieces of broken droids came flying at him.

He closed his eyes and spun the blades in his hands, slicing through the debris hurtling at him. But then came a glancing blow on his shoulder, then another to his head. He yelped as he fell back on the ground. He felt his opponent’s Lightsaber flying from his fingers, and he could hear the Dark Jedi activating the blade. Then he heard Garcia scream. He looked up and stared. An old broken down street cleaner droid was hovering over him. And then, it dropped.

Reid cried out in horror, ducking his head and curling up in a defensive fetal position. But the crushing impact never came. After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes. Elle was standing on his left, Emily on his right. They both had their hands up over their heads, holding up the broken street cleaner droid with the Force.

Hotch was standing before Arnold, and the hilt of his Lightsaber was pressing against the smaller man’s chest. The gleaming blade was protruding from Arnold’s back. The red headed man’s eyes were bulging out, and his mouth was open. His face was contorted in shock.

Then, Hotch stepped back and tucked his weapon into his robes. A moment later Karl Arnold slumped onto the ground. His body shuddered, and then he was still. Emily and Elle tossed the droid back onto the garbage pile it had come from. Then Elle smiled and reached out a hand. Reid accepted it and she hauled him to his feet.

“Thanks.” He gasped. Elle just smiled and ruffled his hair. Rossi, in the meantime, was kneeling by JJ. Gideon and Morgan were comforting Garcia.

“What happened?” Reid asked.

“Morgan killed the other Dark Jedi.” Emily told him, and Reid watched as Hotch gently lifted JJ into his arms. The group hurried over.

“She’s sedated.” Rossi assured them. “She’ll be alright.”

“Let’s get back to the ship.” Hotch ordered, and the band of Jedi quickly headed for the BAU.

They were already well on their way off planet when JJ regained consciousness.

“Hey.” Garcia greeted with a gentle smile.

“… Hey.” JJ blinked. “What happened?”

“Two Dark Jedi.” Garcia told her, softly.

“I remember passing out.” JJ frowned.

“The guy carried you away. I followed with Boy Genius. The others came right behind us once Derek… killed the first guy, Battle.”

“Who were they?” JJ asked.

“Don’t know. They’re both dead. We don’t even know the name of the guy that tried to take you.”

“What did they want?”

“Well… Hottie tried to charm me into going with him, and Weasel tried to kidnap you, so… we’ve conclude that they’re after us.”

“As in you and me, or the team?”

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Garcia shrugged. “The thing that the others are wondering is… were they working alone, or are there more of them?”

JJ was silent.

Down the corridor, Hotch had cleaned up and was lying in bed. Then came a knock on his door. He closed his eyes and reached out with the Force. Then he sat up. “… come in, Reid.” He called, and the door opened. Reid stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “What’s bothering you?” Hotch asked.

“… Don’t read my emotions, please.”

“I’m not. I’m reading your face.” Hotch said. Reid frowned, then sighed. Hotch sat up and pat the bed beside him. Reid blinked, then slowly made his way over and sat down.

“What’s wrong?” Hotch asked,

“… Am I a screw up?” Reid asked, softly.

“What?”

“I got myself into trouble just playing a game of Pazaak!” Reid cried. “I try to learn the Life Drain technique and I drain everyone on board when I was only supposed to drain one! Not to mention when Rossi was teaching me to throw my Lightsaber and it went out the window!” Hotch laughed. He couldn’t help it. “That wasn’t funny, Hotch!” Reid cried, looking horrified. “I almost killed Strauss!”

“But you didn’t.” Hotch pointed out.

“I… feel like I’m a walking disaster sometimes.” Reid mumbled. “Even today… I’m supposed to have Jedi Reflexes! But when he tried to crush me with that droid, I… I just… cowered… I should have thrown it back or… dodged out of the way… but I froze. I thought of all the things I SHOULD do, but I spent so much time THINKING about what I should do that I just… just…” Hotch sighed and put an arm around him.

“You’re learning.” Hotch told him. “You’re young, and inexperienced. Don’t worry. We all have had bad experiences and mishaps.”

“… Really?” Reid asked.

“Sure. When I was a Padawan about your age, I accidentally made everyone’s dinner explode. Everyone in the dining hall at the time was COVERED in stew. And another time, I was careless and… well… Master Kitata Ree ended up in the garbage chute.”

“… Really?” Reid asked, eyes wide.

“Most Padawans have embarrassing stories like that. And many Masters have had embarrassing stories of things that happened to them courtesy of the Padawans.” Hotch assured Reid. The boy looked at him with wide, grateful eyes.

“Thank you.” He said, softly. Hotch smiled and reached up, gently caressing the boy’s face with his hand, before leaning over. Reid closed his eyes, trembling in anticipation. The kiss was slow and sweet… it started delicate, but it quickly deepened. Reid moaned softly, turning his head as Hotch moved to straddle his thighs, before pushing the boy down to lie flat on the bed.

Reid gasped, craning his head back as Hotch kissed over his throat. Hands ran down his sides as a dominating weight pressed his slender body down into the bed. Within moments, he could feel Hotch panting against his collar bones as he pushed his tunic open, exposing the boy’s chest.

But then, they heard boots walking down the corridor. Reid gasped and tensed and Hotch dropped his entire weight, pinning Reid down and covering his mouth. Then they were still and silent. They listened to Elle and Morgan’s muffled conversation as they passed. A few moments later, Hotch slowly removed his hand from Reid’s mouth.

The pair then stared at each other. Hotch sighed and gently pressed his lips to Reid’s, then sat up.

“You should go.” Hotch said, softly. Reid deflated. “We’ll get another chance.” Hotch suddenly added, and Reid looked up, hopeful. Hotch gave him a smile, then gently stroked the boy’s cheek again. “Go.” He said, and kissed the boy’s forehead. Smiling, Reid stood.

“I uh… look forward to it?” He offered, and Hotch had to grin at the boy’s awkward efforts. Hotch couldn’t help but stand and walk the boy to the door.

“So do I.” Hotch rumbled in a low tone, his hand sliding over Reid’s hip, then across his buttock and down his thigh. Reid gasped and shivered, blushing. The pair shared one more kiss, and then Reid slipped away, leaving Hotch in his dark, lonely room to take his… growing problem into his own hands…

Throw Lightsaber – Allows a Jedi to throw their Lightsaber and guide it with the force to the intended target or targets, and then return to their hand
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