Grey Eyed Castaway
There was always something shady going down in the underworld. Coruscant was a world where anything could happen, and that was usually a pretty bad thing. Lower levels with no regulation meant that there was a black market for literally anything, chief amongst them force artifacts. Dangerous thing that, in the hands of the common criminal, could end up doing considerable harm. So, when word reached Jasper's ear (as it often did) about an upcoming exchange of a Sith Holocron between the hands of two gangs, it was pretty much a no brainer what the newly-knighted Jedi was going to do.
He narrowed it down to a gang that called themselves 'The Despots,' though they were really just another band of goons in league with the Hutt Space Consortium, preparing to send goods off to another branch. they were set up in an old, frankly rather run down warehouse, which sat conveniently right below where the Consortium had caused all sorts of problems a few months back. Chances were that it had been used as a safehouse to lie low after Jedi and local authorities got involved and flushed out the warring gangsters. Jasper had climbed his way up to the top of the structure, his usual MO. After getting beaten to a pulp back when he started doing stuff like this, he had gotten particularly good at planning his entrances.
"Pyf," he began, addressing his companion droid, "Am I above it?"
"One sec..." the blue orb buzzed, "Yup. The attic should be right below you."
"Great," Jasper grinned.
The knight drew his blue-bladed lightsaber and immediately began to work at cutting away the ceiling. He moved slowly and carefully, making sure to not make a noise that may alert the criminals within to his whereabouts. He clasped on to a grove in the portion he was cutting to keep it from falling and, once done with his cut, removed the circular piece and placed it gently to his side.
"Welp," he sighed, mentally preparing himself for another infiltration. "Here goes nothing."
