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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

!IMPORTANT!

Things you should know before beginning to read (for those of you who aren't Star Wars Geeks, that is… and if you are a Star Wars Geek and there's something here you didn't know… SHAME ON YOU)!

Miraluka – A humanoid race of Force Sensitive people who are born without eyes. They "See" through the Force. (Examples: Darth Jerec, Visas Marr)

JEDI RANKS

Initiate – The young recruits to the Jedi Order, taught the basics of the Force. Hen they reach a certain age, either they are promoted to the rank of Padawan and placed with a Master, or they leave the Order.

Padawan – Jedi Apprentice, placed with a Master to complete their training. They travel with them and go on missions with them, gaining field experience. The general rule is, one master to one apprentice. Padawans style their hair (if they have hair) with a long, thin braid to the right of their face. This is ritualistically severed when they pass The Trials and achieve the rank of Jedi Knight.

Knight – Protectors of the Galactic Republic; the guardians of justice and freedom, the most respected and powerful force for good for more than a thousand generations.

Master – An honorific given to the greatest of Jedi, those who are strong enough in the Force and patient enough in life to pass on their skills by teaching a new generation of Jedi.

JEDI CLASSES

Consular – Blade Color GREEN – Majority of their focus goes into their ability to wield the Force; the Force abilities are well honed, and offensive Force attacks have devastating power. (Examples: Yoda, Qui-Gon Jinn, Luke Skywalker)

Guardian – Blade Color BLUE– Majority of their focus goes into their combat abilities and skill with a Lightsaber; their superior physical strength, speed and agility is overwhelming. (Examples: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker)

Sentinel – Blade Color YELLOW– Divides their focus to form a more balanced warrior; both skill with the Force and the Lightsaber make them an opponent to be reckoned with. EXAMPLES: Mace Windu, Bastila

Sith – Blade Color RED - An ancient race that was conquered by powerful Dark Jedi. The term Sith soon became a generalized term referring to all Dark Jedi, though they are not truly Sith. The true Sith have maintained an unbroken line of chief practitioners known as the Dark Lords of the Sith.

In the movies, as stated by Yoda in "Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace", there are always two Sith Lords; a Master and an Apprentice. Power passes through the line from Master to Apprentice. And this transfer happens when the Apprentice ultimately turns on his/her Master and kills them to take power.

HOWEVER! This Rule of Two was made by Darth Bane, who was born in 1026 BBY (Before the Battle of Yavin, that being the battle in which Luke Skywalker destroys the first Death Star). This fic takes place THOUSANDS of years BEFORE the birth of Darth Bane, so the Rule of Two does not exist. There will be ,multiple Sith Lords in this story.

EXAMPLES: Darth Vader, Darth Maul, Darth Tryranus, Darth Sidious

This story takes place thousands of years before the events told in the 'Star Wars' movies, and for those who are familiar with them, even before the Jedi Civil War that brought about the events of the 'Knights of the Old Republic' video games.

Thank you for putting up with the notes.

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…

STAR WARS

KNIGHTS OF THE OLD REPUBLIC

EPISODE I

THE FORCE BOND

It is several hundred years before

The rise of DARTH REVAN and the

JEDI CIVIL WAR, and several thousand

years before the CLONE WARS, the GREAT

JEDI PURGE and the rise of the GALACTIC

EMPIRE under EMPEROR PALPATINE and

DARTH VADER. But now, theGALACTIC

REPUBLIC is enjoying a time of peace and

prosperity, despite the whispers of dark

forces moving in the shadows.

The only ones paying attention to these

whispers are the KNIGHTS of the JEDI

ORDER, the trusted peacekeepers and

Champions of justice in the Galaxy. But

Even what the Jedi know is merely

guesswork, for the DARK SIDE keeps

itself shrouded in mystery. But now

a name is being whispered; THE REAPER.

Determined to uncover the truth,

The JEDI HIGH COUNCIL is planning to

assign one team to follow the trail of a ring of

Slavers which they believe will lead them to

uncover the nature of this threat against peace

and freedom. But right now, the JEDI TEMPLE

on the capitol city-planet of CORUSCANT, is

eagerly awaiting the return of one of the great

Master, JASON GIDEON, who has been away

for eleven years with his apprentice, PADAWAN

SPENCER REID…

PLANET: CORUSCANT

LOCATION: JEDI TEMPLE

TIME: LATE AFTERNOON

Aaron Hotchner sat in the dimly lit room in silent meditation, focusing on the hum of the planet and the soft vibrations of life that he felt through the Force. Anger and conflict emanated from the Senate, as always. Excitement, frustration and elation rose from the Swoop Bike and Pod Race Track. Depression, lust and drunken joy floated up from the Cantinas, and suspicion and deception from the Pazaak Dens…

And then he focused a little closer to home… The Jedi Temple.

The feelings within the temple were the same as usual; tranquility from the Hall of a Thousand Fountains… Focus from the training grounds and the Holocron library… Delight from the youngest of the Apprentices who were currently being amused by their Master who was giving them a little treat by using the Force to make a little toy Star Ship zoom around the chamber… And traces of all sorts of emotions coming from the twelve Jedi Masters of the High Council, who were meeting in the Council Room Tower; concern, worry and grim determination was felt as they discussed the issues that the Jedi would need to address across the galaxy. And yet, there was an underlying shiver of anticipation that resonated stronger through some than in others.

Hotch smiled. He felt that same thrill run up his spine. His old friend, Master Jason Gideon, was returning to the Temple today after eight years away from it. Hotch thought back to the circumstances that led to Gideon's departure. Hotch was a mere Padawan at the time, preparing to face the trials and earn the title of Jedi Knight. He looked to Master David Rossi. Gideon had always refused to take on an apprentice, much to the disappointment of many Padawan Learners.

But then they had gone on that mission…

Gideon, Rossi, Hotch, and Master Carl Buford and his apprentice, Derek Morgan, were a team that had been put together to break up a ring of Slavers that were trading in children. As if that weren't bad enough, there was evidence that these Slavers were in league with the Dark Jedi who called themselves Sith, though the true Sith Lords scorned them; Sith Lords controlled the Dark Side, while the Dark Jedi were controlled by it. Or so the Sith Lords said. It mattered not. The people of the Republic saw them as the same.

This team of six Jedi had taken down the Slavers, though it did not go as smoothly as they would have liked; in the end they had to take the Slavers down by force, Lightsabers blazing. Republic Soldiers had moved in then to secure the Slavers, the facility, and take the slaves into protective custody. The Jedi had been heading to their ship with Gideon suddenly stopped. The others paused and looked at him.

"… You felt it too?" Rossi asked. Of course, he didn't really NEED to ask. If someone felt something through the Force, odds were Gideon had felt it too. He was strong in the Force, even for a Jedi.

"I did." Gideon confirmed. Frowning, he turned and walked down a dimly lit corridor. After a pause, Rossi and Hotch followed, joined a moment later by Morgan. Buford followed, rolling his eyes.

The corridor ended at a large, locked door. Rossi tried several codes to open it, but none of them worked. Finally, Buford drew his Lightsaber, the pale blue glow illuminating the door for a brief moment before he plunged the blade into the metal and began to carve out a large ovular shape. Then with a sharp kick and a loud crash, the hole was open to them. Gideon stepped through and into a dark hall lined with cells. And the cells were filled with children of various gender, age and race, staring in fright at the men through the Energy Barriers that kept them trapped.

"We've located more children." Rossi called into his Comm Unit, and the head of the Republic Squad confirmed that he had dispatched a group to see to them. In the mean time, Morgan, Hotch and Gideon were making their way down the hall, bringing down the Energy Barriers with their Lightsabers and reassuring the children within the cells. Morgan found himself with a Twi'Lek, a Rhodian and two Bith children clinging to his legs.

But then Gideon reached the fifth cell on the right. He brought down the Energy Barrier and stared in at the children. Most sat huddled together in the far right corner, but in the far left corner huddled a very young, very small child. He was thin and malnourished, and wore dirty rages and a strip of cloth across his eyes. However, when the Energy Barrier fell, he lifted his head and faced Gideon as though he were staring right at him.

"… Gideon?" Rossi called.

"It's this one." Gideon called back and walked into the cell. "Don't be afraid." He told all of the children. "We're not here to hurt you."

"Are you a Jedi?" One little Echani girl gasped.

"I am." Gideon confirmed, and a moment later Rossi and Hotch were watching from the doorway of the cell, while Buford and Morgan opened the rest of the cells and checked on the children within them. "We're here to take you somewhere safe, and try to find your families."

"Some of us don't have families." Said another child, Gideon couldn't see which.

"Don't worry." The man told them. "Everything will be alright." And then he turned to the small boy in the corner. "What's your name?" the small boy continued to… well… it still appeared as though he were staring at the man, despite the blindfold. But when Gideon addressed him, he quickly bowed his head. "Why do you wear the blindfold? Are you injured?"

"The man said he had to wear it." The first little girl called.

"Why?" Rossi asked. He was curious. He knew what was drawing Gideon to this tiny child; the Force flowed within that frail body… and it flowed extraordinarily strong. Rossi got the feeling that despite the blindfold, the little boy COULD see them, and was using the Force to do so.

Finally, Gideon was kneeling before the little boy. He reached out to touch him, but the child gasped and ducked his head, covering it with his arms as he curled up tightly. And Gideon felt a force pressing against his hand trying to push it away. And through it, he felt the boy's fear of being harmed. Gideon was deeply impressed with the power that the boy was showing. Even Rossi and Buford looked startled.

Gideon reached out with the Force and demolished the boy's weak shield and the child let out a cry of fear, awaiting the blows that were sure to come. But instead, there was a gentle hand on his shoulder… an arm around him… and then he was being held. He gasped and his body quaked in fear.

"Shhhh…" Gideon soothed. "You will not fear me…" His words seemed to fill the boy's mind… even his body… the fear was being forced away by something… His nerves were soothed by this… strange, all-encompassing will. "What is your name?"

"… Spencer Reid…" The boy finally whispered.

"How old are you?"

"… Four."

"Where are your parents, Spencer?"

"… Gone."

"Gone where?"

"… Dead." The child said shortly. "Mama was killed by the men who took me… Father was a bad man. He didn't want us."

"You have no other family?" Gideon asked, surprised at how articulate the child was.

"No."

"Then you're coming with us." Gideon said, and stood. He held the tiny child in his arms.

"Where?" The little boy asked softly.

"To Coruscant."

"Oh. Why?"

"We'll talk about that later." Gideon said with a smile. "Let's go get you warm and fed." And he carried the boy out of the cell.

"Master Gideon!" Greeted a Republic Soldier at the destroyed door at the end of the cell block. "You found more children?"

"Yes." Gideon said, walking to the door.

"I'll take him off of your hands, sir." The soldier said, reaching out to take Spencer from Gideon.

"Not this one, Commander." Gideon said, shaking his head with a smile. "This one is coming with us."

"Where?"

"To the Jedi Temple."

"He's a Force Sensitive?" The Commander asked, curiously.

"He is." Gideon said. The Commander nodded and stepped aside.

"Have a safe trip home then, sir." He said, and Gideon smiled and nodded.

"Thank you, Commander. May the Force be with you." And he led the group to their ship.

There, he saw the boy bathed and dressed in warm, fresh clothes (that being one of his tunics that was a robe on the boy), and then he led him into the cramped room where the other Jedi were enjoying their dinner. To their surprise, the blindfold was gone. And the boy had large, perfectly normal brown eyes under his shaggy hair. At the sight of the other Jedi, those large eyes widened and he clung tightly to Gideon's hand and tried to hide himself in the folds of the man's long, brown Master's cloak.

The entire meal he refused to speak, refused to look anyone in the eye, and hardly ate a thing. It took several days to get the boy to open up and tell his story, which Gideon would have to tell the Jedi Council when he presented the boy to them for training. There was no way that this shy little boy would tell them himself… He all but hid himself in Gideon's cloak when he was presented to the Council when they reached Coruscant.

"His name is Spencer Reid. His mother was a Miraluka." Gideon announced, and the Council looked surprised that this boy's mother was of the blind, Force Sensitive race. "Because of this, the slavers kept him blindfolded. They feared his eyes. His father was a man we all know… William." He sighed as the council fixed a grim look on the child. William had once been one of their own… a promising Jedi Knight… but he had been seduced by the Dark Side, and fell. "His parent's relationship was… not a consensual one." Gideon revealed, placing his hands on the boy's shoulders.

"And… you say this boy has potential?" Master Max Ryan asked.

"He does." Gideon replied. "He can already See in the way his mother could."

"You mean, through the Force?" Asked Master Bre Mong

"Yes. And when he feared I was going hurt him, he managed to erect a Force Barrier around himself to try and keep me at bay."

"And this shield failed?" Master Ryan sneered.

"A small child with no training against a Jedi Master? Of course it did." Gideon said with a smile, staring at his old Master. "The fact that he could create a Force Barrier is impressive on its own. I ask that he be tested."

Hotch sighed and opened his eyes, ending his meditation. He left the room and walked through the corridors.

The boy had been accepted as an Initiate, a Jedi Hopeful. The Jedi Masters had been deeply impressed with his ability to wield the Force, be it offensive or defensive. But he struggled with wielding his Lightsaber, even though he was the youngest student in the temple to construct his first Lightsaber, proudly choosing green as his Focusing Crystal and proclaiming himself to be a future Jedi Consular.

The five year old boy lived in the Jedi Temple for seven years. Every time Hotch was at the temple and not out with his Master, he found himself spending time with the child. Little Spencer Reid was thrilled with the friendship he had going with the elder Apprentice. In fact, he, Hotch and Morgan had become close friends, along with a couple of other Padawan Learners.

A young blonde girl, JJ, was a few years older than Spencer, and had just been taken under a Master's wing. A few years older than JJ were Emily, Elle and Penelope. Morgan and Penelope were already the best of friends. Reid witnessed their banter with wide eyes filled with shock and confusion, but eventually got used to it and just smiled with the others.

Penelope Garcia was always at the Jedi Temple to keep him company… it had been decided early on that despite her Force abilities, she was NOT really Jedi material… Lightsabers terrified her… she only carried one at the insistence of the Masters, but she shocked everyone by happening to come across a sugar pink Focusing Crystal, making her blade a definite one-of-a-kind bright pink. She was a Jedi Consular, trained to advance her Enhancing and Healing abilities, and was becoming a Jedi Archivist and Historian.

Then, young Spencer Reid finally reached the age where he was to be taken by a Master, to learn from him. That was the first, and only time Jason Gideon took on an Apprentice. The man had arrived at the Jedi Temple, accepted the child as his Padawan, and then spirited him away to the Jedi Enclave on Dantooine, saying that it would be a better environment for the young Jedi.

Hotch and the others hadn't seen the youth since.

Until today… today, Jason Gideon and Spencer Reid were returning to the Jedi Temple for the first time in eight years. The boy would be twenty now.

Hotch sighed. So much had happened since… For example, JJ, Elle and Emily had all faced The Trials, and passed. They were all Jedi Knights, now. Hotch himself had become a Knight not long after Reid had left with Gideon. Now, he was close to being granted the status of Master.

Morgan's transition from Padawan to Knight had not been so easy as just facing the Trials… His Master, Carl Buford, had turned to the Dark Side. He had tried to take Morgan with him. This resulted in a battle between Master and Apprentice, and Morgan barely came out of it alive… but he had taken the life of his Master. He had returned to Coruscant and submitted himself to the judgment of the Jedi Council…

But the Council could see that Morgan had not been given a choice. His only options had been kill, be killed, or Fall. And rather than cast him out, he had been given sanctuary and support.

Morgan had battled with the Dark Side within himself for several weeks… he had almost left the Jedi Order, almost gone into a self imposed exile… But his friends wouldn't let him. And he came out stronger than before, and the Council had granted him the rank of Jedi Knight, proclaiming that his battle, both martial, spiritual and emotional, had more than convinced them that he had passed all five of the Trials; the Trial of Skill, the Trial of Courage, the Trial of the Flesh, the Trial of Spirit, and the Trial of Insight.

"Aaron!" Hotch turned, pulled from his thoughts by the call. He smiled at his old Master.

"Dave." He greeted, and he and Rossi walked down the corridor, side by side.

"They're here." Rossi said.

"They are?"

"Just arrived at the Space Port. They'll be at the Temple within minutes."

"We should go greet them." Hotch said, and Rossi nodded. And so they headed down to the front steps of the Temple. To their amusement, Emily, Elle, Garcia, Morgan and JJ were already there, waiting.

"… I can feel him." Morgan said, suddenly. He smiled. "He's anxious."

"He hasn't seen us in eight years." Rossi reminded.

"Oh, my baby!" Garcia squealed.

"Hey hey… chill!" Morgan laughed.

"There!" JJ exclaimed. A small shuttle was heading towards them. It came to rest on the platform, and there was a hiss as it settled. Hotch glanced up as several of the Jedi Council appeared at the top of the steps, looking down at the shuttle.

And then, the hatch of the shuttle finally opened with a soft whirr. Two cloaked figures stood there. They stepped off of the shuttle.

"Master Gideon." Called Master Ryan from the Councilmen gathered on the stairs. The first man from the shuttle lowered his hood and headed to the Council.

"… Nice bald spot, Jason!" Rossi called, laughter in his tone. Halfway up the steps, Gideon paused, then turned, giving the man a look.

"Can't you EVER just say 'Hello'?" Gideon asked Rossi, annoyed.

"Not when you ignore us." Rossi chuckled.

"You can bicker later." Councilwoman Strauss sighed. "Master Gideon, we need to speak with you. Privately."

"Of course." Gideon said with a nod, then turned and laid a hand on his Apprentice's shoulder. "Why don't you get re-acquainted with your friends." He said, then followed the Council into the Temple.

The group of Jedi Knights watched as the young apprentice turned and faced them, then took a deep breath and lowered his hood. He gave the group a shy smile.

"SPENCE!" JJ cried, and tackled him around the middle. Spencer Reid grunted and stumbled, but then grinned and hugged her back, before stumbling once more as Garcia tackled him and JJ both with a squee of delight.

"Pretty Boy! Damn! Look at you!" Morgan was laughing, and the pair embraced.

Hotch just stood there. He couldn't move. He felt like he had been punched in the stomach.

Spencer had grown so much…

He had gone from a small, shy child to a tall, lithe young man. He was still obviously very shy. His dark brown hair, always a straight, stringy mess, was now a lustrous chestnut brown that hung to his shoulders in tousled curls, along with the traditional slender braid to the right of his face, and little ponytail in the back. He was still just as fair skinned as before, with the same large, brown eyes, but his features had matured.

Hotch was stunned.

The boy was beautiful. Tall, slender and elegant… shy and reserved… golden brown hair and eyes accenting his perfect skin… Hotch even found the Force within the boy captivating. Never had he seen the Light Side pulse with such flawless strength and purity.

He felt drawn to him… And then, those soulful eyes turned and met his. A shy smile came to those sweet lips…

"Hi, Hotch."

"Welcome back, Reid." Hotch said, and stepped forward to embrace the youth. Reid grinned.

"I hear you're being considered for a Mastership. Congratulations!"

"That is the rumor." Hotch said with a grin. "We, however, have heard nothing about you."

"Gideon didn't want any word of my abilities flying around. He thought rumors would only serve to inflate my ego."

"A wise Jedi remains humble." Hotch nodded in agreement. He placed a hand on Reid's shoulder. "You look good. You've grown well." The boy blinked, then gave him a bright smile, a pale pink creeping into his cheeks.

"Thank you." Reid said, reaching up and nervously fiddling with his Padawan's braid. "Uh… you too." And then he turned. "Master Rossi."

"It's good to see you." Rossi said, embracing the boy next. "You're… VERY different from that little one Jason carried off of that Slaver Ship." Reid blushed again, smiling.

"I certainly would hope so."

"I wanna see what you can do!" Morgan blurted, throwing an arm around Reid's shoulders and steering him into the Temple.

"Um… I dunno about that…" Reid mumbled. Hotch and Rossi glanced at each other with amused smiles, then followed. They all ended up on the training grounds, sitting and watching Elle and Morgan enjoy a friendly duel, their blue Double-Bladed Lightsabers as bright and eager as they were.

Emily, JJ, Rossi and Garcia cheered them on eagerly, and Reid watched with wide eyes. And Hotch watched Reid. After they were finally all tuckered out, Emily and Hotch had a bit of a sparring match, though they used the standard single blade, the color being the Yellow of the Jedi Sentinel. Reid, however, caught the sight of the hilt of a second Lightsaber on Hotch's belt.

But then, as Hotch and Emily completed their friendly match, Morgan turned on Reid.

"You're up kid." He said with a smirk. "I wanna see what Gideon has been teaching you."

"I… I dunno, I—"

"Go get him, kid!" Garcia cheered, drowning poor Reid out.

"I… I don't think so, I—"

"Go ahead, Reid." Everyone turned. Gideon was standing in the doorway with the Jedi Council. Reid stared, eyes wide.

"Stop staring like a youngling watching a Twi'lek dance for the first time!" Morgan laughed. Reid's eyes widened even more before bowed his head to hide his flushed cheeks, fiddling with his Padawan braid. Slowly, he made his way into the sparring circle. Morgan drew his Lightsaber, and after a moment, Reid drew his own. Morgan lifted his blade, only using one side of his Double Bladed Saber, and took on a ready stance. Reid gulped and did the same, though while Morgan had an offensive stance, Reid's stance was very much defensive.

Everything was quiet. Still…

"HYAAAH!" Morgan finally bellowed, and charged. Reid's eyes widened and he raised his weapon, the green saber blocking the strike from the blue. Morgan spun and Reid stepped back, pivoting and blocking the next strike.

The pair battled their way across the training grounds, Guardian forcing Consular back further and further…

"Come on, kid…" Morgan growled. "You'll never make Knight like this…" And with a well placed strike, Reid gasped as his weapon clattered to the floor. He looked down at his empty hand, then looked up. He stared at Morgan in surprise, but then his eyes flashed. He waved his hand and Morgan yelped as his own Lightsaber suddenly flew out of his hand and clattered to the floor after striking the wall. He turned and stared at Reid.

The eyes that stared back were hard and focused. Reid reached a hand out before him, then lifted it.

"WHOA!" Morgan yelped as he found himself lifted eight feet into the air. Reid then dropped his hand and Morgan was slammed into the floor. But then Reid swept his arm out to the side. Morgan yelped once more as he hurtled across the room, heading straight for the wall. Morgan crossed his arms over his head and closed his eyes.

The impact never came. Slowly, he opened his eyes. The wall was only inches away. Then, he was gently set down on the ground. Morgan looked around, then flopped over and leapt to his feet and stared at Reid. Reid just blinked his large eyes and stared back.

"Not bad." Master Ryan drawled. "Anything else you can do, aside from throw people into walls?"

"Morgan?" Gideon called. "Would you be willing to be our dummy?"

"Uhhh…"

"I'll do it." Hotch said, standing. He clapped Morgan on the shoulder and stepped out onto the training grounds and moved to stand in front of Reid. He smirked. "Let's see what you've got." He challenged.

"I… I don't want to hurt you…" Reid said softly.

"Remember… A big part of being a Jedi is controlling what you can do." Gideon called. "You must exercise enough control to wield the Force WITHOUT hurting him if you don't WANT to hurt him." Reid nodded.

"Yes, Master." The young Jedi said. He took a deep breath, then faced Hotch.

"Go ahead." Hotch told him. Reid slowly lifted a hand, reaching his fingers out towards the man. Then, he curled them.

Hotch jerked, his eyes widening in shock as his breath was suddenly cut off by a tight pressure around his neck. His hands flew up and he clawed at his throat, but nothing was there… he couldn't breathe. Eyes wide, he threw his hand out and Reid grunted and stumbled back as Hotch used the Force to push him away. Hotch gasped as Reid released him.

Reid just watched him for a moment, then lifted his hand again. "Ready?" He asked the elder man, and Hotch's eyes widened when he saw little sparks at Reid's fingertips. A moment later, even the members of the Jedi Council jumped in shock as bright bolts of lightning crackled through the air.

Eyes wide, Hotch drew his two Lightsabers and held them before him, using them to block the lightning.

"… You taught him to use Force Lightning?" Strauss all but shouted.

"Actually… He figured it out himself." Gideon chuckled merrily.

"How?" Strauss demanded.

"… Spencer crossed paths with a Dark Jedi." Gideon said, a proud grin on his face. "The man used the Force Lightning against him. Spencer blocked it."

"With his Lightsaber?" Rossi asked.

"With his bare hand." Gideon announced, glowing with pride. "It was amazing. He looked at his hand and wiggled his fingers, then looked at the Dark Jedi and shot Lightning right back. The Dark Jedi fled."

"… He saw it used once, and then he turned right around and used it?" Strauss asked.

"He did." Gideon replied with a smile. "I'm hoping Garcia will teach him to use the Battle Meditation technique."

"Have you taught him any OTHER techniques that are favored by the Dark Jedi?" Master Ryan drawled.

"I think you've seen enough of what he can do." Gideon snorted. "This isn't the Trials, I prefer not to show all of my cards in the first round. And I think that he and I both could use some rest. Let's go, Spencer."

"Yes, Master." Reid said softly. He turned and his Lightsaber flew into his out stretched fingers and he tucked it into place within his robes. Reid walked over to Gideon with long strides. The Master Jedi reached an arm out to him and guided his Apprentice from the room with a hand between his shoulder blades. Hotch frowned in silent interest at the subtle protectiveness he saw Gideon directing towards Reid. He absently rubbed his throat, and went to join the others on the sidelines of the training grounds, while the Council left the room, frowning.

"… That was incredible." JJ breathed.

"I get the feeling that this demonstration was just the tip of the iceberg…" Rossi mused.

At the end of every chapter, I will provide a guide for terms that readers may not understand. You can also look things up on . To see pictures of any of the races mentioned, just Google Image search them. If you still have questions, feel free to PM me or AOL IM me any time, though you'd probably get better answers from Wookieepedia. And a disclaimer… not EVERYTHING may be accurate, despite my attempts and research.

Force Choke – This power constricts the throat and/or lungs of a target, cutting off their ability to breathe (Most notably seen by Darth Vader in Episode III)

Force Lightning – Usually used by Dark Jedi, it consists of white or blue bolts of pure energy that fly from the user's fingertips towards a target, it flows into them and causes great pain as it siphons off the living energy and eventually kills its victim. (Seen by Darth Tryranus (Count Dooku) in Episode II and by Darth Sidious (Emperor/Senator Palpatine) in Episodes III and VI)

Force Push – A Jedi uses the force to throw their opponent (or an object). This ability can evolve into a whirlwind, capturing their enemy, or a powerful telekinetic explosion around the Jedi, throwing everyone and everything around them with devastating force. (This ability can be seen in several different forms in all of the movies)

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