Flight of the Bantha

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Planet: Sanctuary​

Location: Island settlement​

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After living nearly a year on the planet, Tugoro Taidarious was ready to leave. For a short time, at least. His Padawan was still training on the many islands, and the man still had a few loose ends to tie. First was his starfighter, which had been inoperable for some time now. The Sith designed ship was stored underground, with no sunlight to turn into fuel for its engine. There were a few parts that needed replacing as well, which is why Tugoro had taken up the generous offer of one of the village inhabitants.

Cheedo, a Rodian, had managed to get his hands on a PB-950, which he dubbed the Wild Bantha, due to the ships rugged appearance. There was a Silver Jedi space station not too far from Sanctuary, where they would be able to get the items they needed, and return.Pouring a small amount of depil cream into his palm, Tugoro gently rubbed the liquid upon his lower face, making sure to cover the scruff that had accumulated over time. He was in the small hut that he called home, nothing too impressive, though separated from most of the other settlements.

Stepping away from the small pane of glass he used as a mirror, the brown haired man began to look over his attire, knowing his Jedi robes were not an option. Luckily he had gotten another villager to refit his old leather jacket, and so it was slung over Tugoro's arms before he pulled it close against his torso. He almost felt like a stupid sixteen year old again. Wiping his face with a nearby towel, the young man truly looked younger now, a hand running across his smooth face. He had washed up earlier in the waters, and so there was really nothing left to do.

His lightsaber was hidden in his hut, as he saw no need to bring it with him. Instead he wore a hip holster, with a single blaster pistol tucked by his side. Not his weapon of choice, but he really didn't see why he would need a lightsaber at this time. Opening the door, Tugoro began to stroll along the pathway that led to the island shore, where his repulsorlift raft was waiting for him. Hovering across the water channels, the Jedi would slowly make his way towards the settlement, taking his time to admire the scenery. Today was a great day, it felt like he had shed all of the burdens of his past. Finally.

[member="Skrik Piper"]

 

[Skrik Piper]

Sometimes old ghosts seem to revive themselves long after a memory dies. It had been ages since she had heard the name of [member="Tugoro Taidarious"], but she was immediately certain it was the Tugoro Taidarious. There were only so many Jedi in the galaxy, and only so many--just the one, she was sure--with such a name. She wasn't going to say it was a small galaxy after all, but it could appear that way at the most inconvenient of times. Too bad for the Jedi, an old ghost was returning to haunt him.

Skrik had never entirely forgotten about her "Little Tuggy", but she had lost his trail somewhere along the way. Her employer had no doubt gotten frustrated with years of no results, and her vendetta against the young man had become less about making good on her assignment and more about an obsession. She wanted to extinguish his dangerously supernatural being from the universe.

Over the years, her focus had swayed to the chaotic events that had affected the galaxy at large and to those Jedi and Sith far more accessible. Tugoro had become lower priority, and she almost gave up on the possibility of ever tracking him down again. But then she got word about one strange Force user that had been mingling with a community on Sanctuary, and it was like fate had spoken specifically to her. Apparently he had multiplied, for he was only noticed when his spiritual 'child' of sorts had shown up. What was the saying? Always two of them?

This was all what brought the Forcebreaker to this planet out in Wild Space, her tall, chalk-white figure lurching about the village where the last known sighting of her perennial prey had occurred. She stopped by the local produce vendor to pick out some "jelly fruit"--as well as inquire about Tugoro's location. She was informed that he lived somewhere in the wilderness nearby, but no precise point was given. At least she knew she was in the right area.

Armed to the teeth per usual, the strawberry blond humanoid leaned cross-legged against the saddle of her rented swoop bike and munched on a pepper. He had been here for a long time. She doubted he would be in a hurry to leave now.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

The scenic route was a long one, roughly an hour of gliding over the open waters, or through the narrow channels between the tall, rocky island faces. The planet had very little industrial pollution or technology for that matter, one of the reasons Tugoro had decided to spend his time here. Luckily for him, Cheedo was in no hurry, the Rodian currently eating a snack of his own in one of the settlement's small restaurants. If they could even be called that, as their food supplies consisted of reheated military rations, but mostly freshly caught fish. Cheedo was eating some Aurebesh soup, sitting at a small table beneath the wall-less tent establishment.

He watched people go about their business, exchanging goods and services as their community did in order to survive. One stood out above all, that being a pale skinned woman who appeared to be waiting with her swoopbike. Cheedo had never used a vehicle like that, he wondered if it was capable of hovering across the ocean. Diverting his attention back to the soup, the Rodian was surprised to see that Tugoro had arrived early, and was a lot cleaner than usual. Cheedo didn't know why Jedi insisted on wearing old and raggedy robes, but he was glad that the man had decided to wear something less conspicuous.

"When are we expected to head out, Cheedo?" Tugoro questioned, pulling a chair out from the table and taking a seat of his own, blocking the Rodian's view of [member="Skrik Piper"]. "When I am done refueling, don't they teach you Jedi patience?" Cheedo snapped, lifting another spoonful of the soup to his thin snout-like mouth. If he were any younger, Tugoro would've been disgusting by watching the Rodian eat, as if his scent wasn't enough. Luckily he had indeed taught himself patience, having tuned such things out long ago. Even so, the man could not help but feel almost anxious, as if all eyes were on him.

It was a strange sensation, he would've sworn it was his danger sense if he weren't in such a peaceful place. "I can wait. Besides, I want to know how you've hidden such a piece of junk on this planet." Cheedo scoffed at the remark, pushing aside the bowl he ate from before standing. "As if. We'll meet on the island to the east, in an hour. I still have some things to take care of. Don't be late." Nodding an affirmative, Tugoro watched as Cheedo departed, simply grateful that he had this opportunity in the first place. He wasn't about to spoil it by pushing his luck. "Can I get the, uh... Nerf beef stew?" The man behind the makeshift counter gave a thumbs up, opening one of the giant pots that were constantly being heated.