Grey Eyed Castaway
Jasper staggered his way through a back alley in the underbelly of Coruscant, leaning against the grimy durasteel wall to support himself. His right leg was broken, a few of his ribs had been broken, and one of his eyes now had a purple ring around it. Fighting four thugs at once had turned out not to be a particularly great idea, even with his new mechanical limb. Such a thing would take some getting used to. Still, he had managed to get out in one piece. What did he have to show for all of it? It was a pitiful amount really. The duelist had been trying to track down any Kyber that had been lost during the invasion of Ilum that made their way into the underworld. He had found some success, but he had found very little of what was likely the thousands of crystals stolen that day. He had been on his own for a good two weeks now. Jasper had let his hair grow out, left in an untied state and reaching almost to his shoulders. His hooded tank top was gone as well, shredded after bizarre run in with some unusual people on Denon. He hadn't been on his own like this since his exile.
The duelist's leg gave out, forcing him to the ground. He winced as he slid to the floor, positioning his legs in a comfortable position. It was manageable pain. He had experienced worse on Empress Teta, but there was no way he should be walking on it. Jasper sighed, looking down at his mechanical hand. His bionic fingers flexed open, revealing what he had so painstakingly fought to reclaim: A single kyber crystal. All that effort for a single stone. He knew shouldn't think about it like a gemstone. Kyber was alive, and he had promised the Bendu that he would help reclaim the kyber that was stripped from it's home. Still, Jasper couldn't help but feel defeated by how few crystals he had actually managed to find. He closed his hand, pulling it close to his chest.
"Don't worry," Jasper muttered to the stone. "I'll get you home."
He just needed to get himself home first.
