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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 7

PLANET: EN ROUTE TO MANAAN

LOCATION: BAU

TIME: LATE AFTERNOON

Morgan, Prentiss and JJ sat around the table, playing Pazaak with Master Amna Kao, who was also having a glass of abrax with Rossi and Hotch.

“No advice from the peanut gallery.” Master Kao snorted when Garcia leaned over to whisper into Morgan’s ear. Seaver grinned from where she was trying to concentrate on keeping a training ball levitating at an even four feet off of the floor, but it was wobbling badly.

Then, the communications console began to ring. Seaver’s training ball fell to the floor with a loud CLANG and rolled under the table. Rossi gave her a look with raised eyebrows.

“FOCUS.” He told her, giving the ball a kick and sending it rolling back to her. “Go to the meditation chambers. Less distractions there.” She nodded and left the room. JJ watched her go silently, then turned and answered the call.

“Master Kao.” Greeted Kitata Ree. “You requested an urgent meeting?”

“I did. I will head to the Holochamber now.” She said, and the screen went dark. “Aaron.” She looked at the man, who blinked at her. “You will come with me.” Hotch winced, but stood and followed her.

They entered the Holochamber and stood on the round glowing platform that lit up brighter at their weight. Before them appeared a small scale Hologram of the Jedi Council. All were present in their seats other than Master Kao, for obvious reasons, and Master Virr.

And in the Council Chamber in the Jedi Temple, the Council looked at the life size holograms of Master Amna Kao and Aaron Hotchner standing in the center. Master Raahn Syr, Bre Mong and Sa’Eeya’Da were represented in their chairs in life size holograms as well.

“Master Virr is unable to join us.” Strauss said, explaining the empty seat. “Let us continue.”

“Well now, Amna. What got YOU all riled up?” Master Syr asked, his tone betraying his current good humor. She gave the Master Jedi Shadow a look.

“I am sure you all felt the passing of… Aliki Naas.”

“We are sorry for the loss of your former apprentice, Master Kao.” Said Eesa K’Tal.

“Aaron knows who did it.” Amna Kao said. The council stared at the man. He was staring at the floor. Master Kao sighed. “Aliki was killed by Darth Livion.” Eyes widened.

“Spencer?” Gideon breathed, and seemed to sink into his chair, overcome with shock and grief. “Spencer did that?”

“How do you know this, Aaron?” Strauss asked. Hotch said nothing, and so Master Kao spoke up again.

“Aaron has informed me that the Force Bond that was severed when Spencer Reid became Darth Livion, is slowly repairing itself.”

“How?!” Master Bre Mong demanded to know.

“I don’t know.” Hotch said softly.

“How do you know it is reforming?” Asked Noria Cereni.

“I felt her death. Through the Force.” Hotch explained. “And then… I could feel him.”

“And what DID you feel from him?” Asked Noria’s twin brother, Ralko.

“… Greif. Pain. Disgust, regret, horror…” Hotch said, shaking his head and clenching his fists. “Self loathing. He hated himself for what he had done.”

The council was silent and thoughtful at this…

“… Can we use the Bond to locate Darth Livion?” Max Ryan suddenly asked. “Can it help us capture him?”

“… Perhaps…” Noria said, slowly. “but…”

“We don’t think that would be wise.” Ralko finished.

“Why not?” Asked Bre Mong.

“If we hunt him… try to trap him, he will see us as enemies.” Noria said.

“He already does!” Max Ryan thundered.

“To an extent, yes.” Ralko said, nodding. “However, we are also his salvation. We do not want to make him afraid to come to us for redemption.”

“Remember…” Eesa K’Tal said, seeing Master Ryan about to explode again. “He was coerced into joining the Sith. He did it to save Aaron’s life.”

“Indeed. These are unusual circumstances.” Nodded Kitata Ree.

“He’s been one of them for two years.” Max Ryan spat. “He assassinated a Senator and murdered a Jedi!”

“Under duress.” Gideon said, frowning in thought.

“So YOU say.”

“So I say.” Hotch suddenly spoke up. “He’s not lost. I can feel it. He can be saved.”

“How do we know that?” Asked Sa’Eeya’Da.

“Ask Master Virr.” Hotch said. “Reid’s future is clouded. He cannot make heads or tails of it. Reid’s future is uncertain. That means there’s still a chance.”

“We must use this Bond.” Amna Kao said. “We MUST bring the Padawan back into the fold. Aliki died for it.”

“What do you mean?” Eesa K’Tal asked.

“… I have kept a secret for many years. Now it is time for it to be revealed.” Master Kao said. “When Aliki was a Padawan, she had several visions, precognitive in nature.”

“We remember.” Nodded Strauss.

“In one such vision, she foresaw her own death.” Amna Kao said. “She saw that her death would allow for a lost soul to free itself from the Dark Side… and return to the Light. And it would bring others with it. But it had a beacon to lead it.”

“You believe that this lost soul is Darth Livion, and the beacon is… Aaron?” Gideon asked, looking amazed.

“It makes sense…” Raahn Syr rumbled.

“But who are the lights that he would be bringing with him?” Bre Mong asked.

“… Adam.” Gideon announced, eyes wide. “He felt responsible for Adam’s Fall…”

“I agree.” Hotch said with a nod.

“Very well then.” Kitata Ree said with a nod.

“Wait. What?” Max Ryan blurted frowning.

“Darth Livion is to be captured alive.” Kitata Ree specified.

“And will you tell the Republic this?” Max Ryan asked. “They want him, dead or alive, for the murder of the Senator. Even if we do capture him alive before the Republic gets to him, they will demand that we hand him over. They won’t let him go just because he’s sorry!”

“We will deal with that when the time comes.” Kitata Ree said, calmly. “But if he can save others, then he must be saved himself. I want a message sent to all Jedi across the galaxy… Darth Livion is to be delivered to the Jedi Temple. Alive.”

PLANET: BAKURA

LOCATION: SALIS D’AAR

TIME: EVENING

Jedi Master Tarash Virr was a Seer. He was a warrior. And he was also a Diplomat. But that didn’t mean that he enjoyed being one. To the contrary, he found that this part of the job to be quite tedious and boring. He would be bored to tears if he had eyes with which to cry them… He definitely preferred entering a meditational trance and exploring the darkest corners of the galaxy through the Force… he much preferred a good sparring match with a friend. As terrible (and un-Jedi like) a truth it was to admit, he much preferred to be involved in the heat of battle than in these boring talks.

He was here to represent not only the Jedi Order, but the Republic. The Sith were trying to build a fortress here on Bakura, and some politicians actually wanted to allow it. The others did not. Master Virr had to try and sway those on the side of the Sith to realize their potentially fatal error in judgment. But so far, there had been nothing but arguing and bickering over trivial matters, such as the colors of the street lights in the industrial district.

He raised a hand to hide a yawn. But as he lowered his hand, he stopped. He held perfectly still. A shudder ran down his spine. He turned his head slightly, reaching out and trying to See what he was sensing…

As he did, the Presences suddenly faded. One flickered for a moment, almost fearfully, before vanishing. Master Virr frowned under his hood. He did NOT like this…

“Master Virr…” the man beside him murmured. Master Virr shook himself back into awareness. The meeting was adjourned for the evening. He inwardly scolded himself for losing track of his immediate surroundings like a Youngling. He bid good night to the Prime Minister, the Jedi Watchman and the politicians and left the room. He had been granted quarters at what was considered a luxury hotel a few blocks away. Rather than take the speeder transport that was offered, he decided to walk to clear his mind and try to track down the vanished Presences that he had felt.

There…

One flickered to life… the frightened one from before. And as he examined it, he found himself confused. It wasn’t as Dark as he had originally perceived… Yes, there was a prominent broiling cloud of darkness emanating from this being, but it seemed to enshroud a bright, pulsing light. The light seemed to be struggling to survive, like a flame fought for life as its fuel dwindled away…

Tarash Virr paused. He knew that Light… But as he had known it, it had burned clear and bright… strong.

“Little Brother…” he murmured under his breath, and turned down a dark street. He followed this beacon, his mind completely focused. So much so that he did not notice the other masked presences gathering around him.

He reached a large open courtyard, about ten square acres. It was bordered by flowering shrubs, and a large fountain was set in the center. A cloaked figure stood before it, staring at the cascading falls and allowing the wind to blow a light mist over him, making his dark robes sparkle.

“… Spencer.” Master Virr called, gently. The figure slowly turned to face him. While he could not see the physical changes in the young man’s appearance, the Master knew that they were there… The pale skin, the darker hair, the yellow eyes rimmed in red…

“Or do you prefer Livion, now?”

“… Hello, Tarash.” Came the soft greeting.

“Why are you here, Little Brother? And where is your partner? Our intelligence says that you do not travel alone…”

The young Sith said nothing. Tarash saw him bow his head, and a great deal of guilt, shame and sadness overcame him.

“Little Brother?”

“… I’m sorry.” Reid whispered, and Tarash Virr felt it… He felt the Darkness all around him; he had walked right into a trap. The boy was the bait. And now, he was surrounded.

He slowly turned his head, taking in each presence. There were five others. He immediately recognized two of them. One was the Fallen Elle, now known as Darth Sassin. The Darkness within her heaved and pulsated. He could see that she reveled in this Darkness that she had allowed herself to succumb to.

One of the others he recognized as Darth Dualath, the one that Reid had prevented Master Virr from attacking two years ago on Cilpar. This one was interesting… He too had that pulsing Light fighting for life within the Darkness… what was curious about this was that this Light had not been there two years ago…

The other three… they were also a conundrum… they were connected… the Force Bond between the three was like nothing Tarash Virr had ever seen. The first of them was like Dualath and Livion… A struggling Light ensconced within a prison of Darkness… The next was cold, and indifferent. Dark, and apathetic. The last was a seething mass of anger and bloodlust… he was looking for a fight…

The Jedi Master drew his weapon, spinning his Double-Bladed Lightsaber and taking a defensive stance.

“Please, Master.” Called Darth Livion. “Don’t fight. Just…”

“I will not.”

“PLEASE, Tarash!” Livion begged. “Please…”

“Enough.” Growled the angry one. “Take him down, Livion.”

The young Sith Lord went pale.

“W-What?”

“NOW!!!” Charles barked. Master Virr focused on his former friend… he could See the boy trembling as he drew his own blade, and Master Virr smirked.

“I see you wield a Double-Blade, now.” He said. Livion said nothing. “Have you gotten better with it?” Livion gulped to himself. “… Show me!” And Master Virr attacked.

Darth Trion, Dualath and Sassing maintained their ring around Master Virr, adjusting their positions as Darth Livion stumbled back, eyes wide as he fended off the Miraluka’s attack.

“You don’t have to do this, Little Brother.” Master Virr growled as he continued to force his old friend back. “But you are heading down a path that you may not be able to return from.”

“I have no choice…” Reid gasped, eyes wide.

“You always have a choice.” The Master paused when he Saw the tears in the boy’s eyes.

“Yes… and if I betray the Sith, everything I love will die!” And Tarash Virr leapt back at a vicious strike from the young Sith Lord.

“Aren’t they already?” Master Virr asked. “You are helping them to do just that.”

“You don’t understand…” Reid gasped, spinning and throwing a strike at Master Virr’s neck that the man easily blocked. “He was killing Aaron!”

“So you surrendered yourself to save his life.” Master Virr stated. “How long do you think it will be before they kill him anyway? Or try to turn him as they did you? Eventually, one of the people you love will die, and you will have a hand in it, of that I am sure.”

“No… I’ll never hurt them!”

“Yes you will. One day you will have to make a choice. Betray your new Sith friends… or slay your team.”

“No!”

“Don’t you understand? By joining them to save Aaron, all you did was postpone the inevitable. The only way to stop what will come to pass is to come back to the Order.”

“No…” The pair leapt back from one another and stood there, staring each other down…

“It is time for you to decide where you loyalty rests. With the Jedi, or the Sith.”

“If I betray the Sith, Jedi will die!” Reid cried. Master Virr sighed.

“They already are, Little Brother.”

“No…” Reid gasped, shaking his head.

“Then what do you call what happened to Aliki Naas?”

Reid’s Lightsaber fell to the ground with a clatter, and Master Virr lowered his weapon.

“Make your choice, Little Brother.”

Reid stumbled back, tears falling down his cheeks as he covered his mouth with his hands to muffle the choked sob. Master Virr could feel the guilt coming off of the youth in thick waves.

The other Sith Lords began to close the ring around the Jedi Master, though they were shifting around slightly. Dualath ran up to Livion and gripped his shoulders, staring up at him and shaking him slightly. Master Virr could hear Dualath murmuring to Livion, but he could not discern what was being said. But Reid was clearly upset. He was trembling violently and on the verge of hyperventilating. Dualath drew back for a moment, then delivered a harsh slap across his face. Reid stumbled slightly with a gasp, pressing a hand to his cheek. Then Dualath laid his hands on Reid’s face and stared him in the eye, speaking softly again.

Reid shook his head frantically, eyes wide in fright as he let out a high pitched “I don’t want to! Please! Don’t make me!”

Dualath spoke to him again, and slowly, Reid seemed to shrink in defeat. And Tarash Virr’s heart fell as he Saw and Felt the swirls of Dark Energy around the boy take full hold and wrestle his Inner Light into submission…

He drew his Lightsaber and crouched down in a fighting stance. But to his confusion, the Sith Lords made no move on him. They surrounded him, Livion, Tobias, Sassin, Charles, Dualath, Raphael. They stood silent. Master Virr could hear shouts, and he felt the Jedi Watchman of Bakura drawing near with reinforcements.

But then he tensed. He could feel the Force beginning to gather… to swirl… he could almost feel the Energy crackling around him. The environment began to reflect the energy. The wind began to pick up. The robes of the Jedi and Sith both fluttered.

Suddenly, Tarash Virr tensed. Something was wrong. He could feel it. The Sith raised their hands straight out to the side. The wind swirled around them, and above them, so did the clouds. Lightning split the sky, and sparked off of their fingertips. The Miraluka’s heart turned to lead and dropped into the pit of his stomach…

A Force Storm was brewing…

Dread filled him. He had never seen a Force Storm before… and to his knowledge, the only one he knew who was capable of conjuring one of these spectacular phenomena was Master Kitata Ree. But here it was… a Force Storm being created by the six Sith Lords around him.

The Bakura Watchman arrived with soldiers, but the whirlwind prevented them from getting close. Then, Force Lightning blasted from the fingertips of the Sith, conjoining with one another and creating a perimeter. Tarash Virr whirled, searching for a way out, but there was none. Lightning lit up the sky again, once, then twice, then a third flash was accompanied by a great clap of thunder. Only a split second later, the Force Lightning spiked up from the six Sith Lords, the intense bolts meeting in the center of their circle, over Master Virr’s head. The Jedi Master knew what was coming a moment before it happened.

When the six bolts met, one massive bolt shot straight down.

Reid flinched violently as an agonized scream came from the Miraluka.

“NYAAAAARRRGGH!!!” He had thrown his head back and convulsed, face contorting in pain as he arched forwards, his knees buckling and hands clawing at the air. A moment later, the Lightning dissipated, the wind died down and the storm faded. All was dark and quiet. Tarash Virr’s knees hit the ground, and he slumped over onto his side.

Reid felt his gut congeal… the Miraluka didn’t move. A moment later, Reid ran to the man’s inert form, Raphael close behind. Raphael prodded Master Virr’s body with the toe of his boot. Reid shoved the elder Sith aside, falling to his knees and feeling for a pulse.

“Master…” Reid breathed, closing his eyes in relief; the Jedi Seer was alive. He laid a hand on the man’s forehead for a moment, then picked up the Master’s Lightsaber and tucked it into his belt. When Charles reached out to grab the fallen Jedi, Reid intercepted him. “Don’t!” He snapped, viciously. “… Don’t you touch him. I’ll take him myself.” And he slid his arms under the Master’s knees and shoulders and lifted him from the ground.

“Let’s get out of here. Before THEY recover.” Elle said, gesturing to the stunned soldiers on the ground, the Bakura Jedi Watchman lying amongst them, having been struck by the Lightning of the Force Storm.

The six Sith Lords turned and darted off, vanishing into the darkness of the city…
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