Grey Eyed Hero
Jasper's head stung, an ache like which he had never felt before. He knew the symptoms, however. A tranquilizing chemical, one often used on big game. The Hutts were fond of it, as they could use it indiscriminately on beast and sentient alike when going on their disgusting "safaris." What the hell had happened? He had been going through the Red Light Sector with GA sympathizers to help escort a band of Evocii to the safety of alliance space, or at least that's what he had been told.
No... something had gone wrong. Jasper clutched his neck with his organic arm. The blood was still fresh. He had been shot in the back. It didn't take long for the rest of his surroundings to begin to be aware to his foggy eyes. His mechanical arm was gone, his gear was gone, shackles bound his ankles to the ground... He sat in a dingy cell, damp from a drip in the pipe above. Most alarmingly, his shirt had been removed, and strange paint had been applied to his body, delicately traced over his scars and in bizarre geometric patterns over his chest. The knight's hair was untied, falling well past his shoulders. As he came fully to his senses, he noticed a hulking silhouette in the corner. It was familiar. Reptilian.
"Oh," Jasper groaned, mustering a nervous grin. "Hey there... pal... You got chains too, right?"
Jasper had reason to ask this nervously. This was Karkosuchus, after all. Bounty hunter, blood thirsty maniac, and more importantly the lizard he threw a speeder at back on Dorin. Hopefully he didn't hold a grudge, cause Jasper was very much lacking an arm.
"Chit... what the hell happened?"
And more importantly, what lured Karko here? Similar claims of Evocii? The off and on Hutt enforcer would surely have come on the basis of such reports. Still, that account for everything else. It was very clear that something was very wrong. What remained a mystery. That was what really worried Jasper, added to his cellmate being a rather murderous reptilian fellow.