Grey Eyed Hero
Jasper could finally remove his mask. The heat from the flames had caused sweat to pool up on his brow beneath it. With the fire now nearly extinguished, there was no concern for toxic gas filling his lungs, at least not the lethal variety. Denon's air was still terrible. As he sat on a bench in the Warehouse District, the padawan reflected back on a few things. There was a lot on his mind. The highly damaged cyborg, where the fire had originated from... but the top of that list was easily the masked man. Red. Who the hell was this guy? To the untrained eye the dude just seemed tough, but Jasper knew better. The man was force sensitive and highly skilled, suggesting that he had some kind of formal training. Come to think of it, all the vigilantes that he had met up until this point seemed to express some kind of force sensitivity. Hell, some even had lightsabers. There was no way these guys were Jedi, right? Such a thing would be ridiculous. Not to mention hypocritical, seeing as they always wound up telling him to bug off. It seemed odd. Jedi were always doing stuff like this. Why would they need to hide their faces?
His stomach began to growl. Jasper had gone this entire time without being able to eat. He was sure that the meal he had ordered was long gone by now, another casualty of his chaotic existence. The padawan always seemed so close to trying Denon's street food, but it was always pulled away from him at the last moment. Jasper really needed to get something to eat...
As he looked back up, he noticed the local officer from before. She was still here? Jasper sighed, hanging his head a little. He had been rather short with her when everything went down, and he always hated using his status as a Jedi to undermine local authority. The least he could do was apologize. The duelist stood, making his way over to where the woman was still standing.
"Hey," he began, "Sorry for being short back there... I don't really like bossing people around..."
Did he feel warm? No, it was probably nothing. Just what was left of the fire.
"I-I don't think I gave my name. I'm Jasper," he introduced, but stopped himself from saying anything further.
Something was wrong. He had been getting much better at talking to people recently. Why had he stammered? Come to think of it, he was a lot more nervous feeling than before, and he was always nervous. It didn't take long for him to deduce what was wrong. It was himself.
Oh great, he though, here we go again...