Grey Eyed Hero
Some time ago, back when Jasper Kai'el was a fresh faced Jedi Knight, the man found himself abducted by a band of traveling cultists enamored with the dark side. Witnessing runes left behind by an encounter with the old Dark Lord of the Sith, the cult developed an obsession with him, hailing him as a dark messiah. They've grown impatient. The conglomerate of mad men and women crave the return of their destined champion, their Man Marked by Death. A message has been issued to the New Jedi Order, a distress signal from the Chiss Redoubt. A local refugee village has been taken hostage by an organization of dark designs. Their ultimatum: Send Jasper Kai'el to participate in ritual combat alone, or civilian lives will be lost. To ensure the prevention of any foul play, the Sentinel of Harmony has agreed to go, providing distraction while a team of Jedi Knights and Masters infiltrate the cult's compound, a labyrinth of underground tunnels that was once a Chiss prison. The villagers are being held on the bottom most layer, where the best darkside warriors of the cult stand guard.
Jasper would give anything to be part of that team, but here he was. No arm, no lightsaber, no shirt on his back, standing in a makeshift arena packed with howling lunatics gone mad from exposure to the darkness. They had to be if they thought he was some kind of prophetic figure. A sigh escaped his chest, one more of frustration than anything.
"The time of prophecy foretold is upon us!" Their ringleader announced, his voice booming through the stadium, "He has returned, the Man Marked by Death! Through ritual combat he will ascend, bringing us ever closer to the release of Armageddon!"
"Shut the hell up!" Jasper shouted back. "I literally do not give a womp rat's ass about any of this!"
"Silence!" the leader boomed. "Your tongue is not your own, Marked One. Let us purify you!"
"Kark off!" the knight responded, giving the cultist the bird.
Jasper was stalling for time by going along with their stupid ritual combat, but he wasn't just going to stand here and take it silently. No, they were going to know his distaste for them.
"Enough!" the cultist sneered. "We begin!"
A door lowered, revealing a pair of Nexu. The four-eyed felines slunk their way out of their cell, and Jasper tensed up in response. This was going to be a long ass day. Hopefully the recovery team would be quick about their rescue operation.
Below their feet, the rescue operation had begun. There would be twelve floors of cultists in their path, all prepared to lay down their lives for a fictional cause.