Grey Eyed Hero
It was drawing into the evening hour. Jasper was on the trail of some stolen kyber, having a legitimate lead to a group of criminals that had managed to get hold of some of what had been looted in the aftermath of Ilum. It had been a while since Jasper had gone after kyber. Last time around, he had gotten himself properly messed up on multiple occasions, losing an arm and all. His rash decision making had been reckless then. Now, he was tackling the problem from a more constructed angle, and with help. After receiving permission to peruse the the criminals from the Jedi Council, Jasper had managed to recruit a fellow padawan to accompany him: Hollis Orenn. He had interacted with her a few times, but wasn't well acquainted. She was less skilled in the combat department, but some recent training was bringing her up to speed with the others. A mission like this was a good way to start learning how things went down in the field. The two were perched on a rooftop overlooking an alleyway, where a Rodian stood guard of a doorway just below them. From beneath a slightly ajar blast door, a bluish-green gas could be seen.
"Thank's for coming on such short notice," Jasper said to Hollis. "I admittedly didn't plan this one out as much as I should..."
There was no use in lamenting over that now. Jasper quickly procured two masks, which resembled that of the temple guard, handing one to the other padawan.
"You'll want this," he informed her. "The mask has a rebreather in it. This here is a small group called the Cloud Dwellers, a band of Rodian smugglers. They aren't particularly notorious, but they are starting to make a name for themselves by burning Clouzon-36 to shroud their operations. That's the green gassy stuff under the door." Jasper gestured down as he gave this information. "It's toxic to most people, but Rodians can breathe it just fine. They figure it'll keep people like us out of their business."
Jasper pulled out a datapad, flipping through some notes he had taken in preparation for the raid. Things like the known number of members, recorded activity, and other details of the such were written down.
"There are only about five to seven members at a time," Jasper continued, "and they're only armed with standard vibro swords and blaster pistols. They also recently lost a turf war with a rival group, so they're soft at the moment. I figure we slip into their hideout through the ventilation, take out whoever they have guarding the kyber, and slip out before they even notice we were here. Any questions?"