Within the Nar Shaddaa enclave, Tugoro lay idly in his dorm, feeling rather restless for some reason. The boy was usually able to occupy himself easily, be it through listening to music or simply training. Today was a strange day however, for the young apprentice did not feel like doing any of those things. It felt as if he had already made plans for something, but what? Perhaps it was the force trying to tell him something? Sighing in annoyance, the youth could only stare up at the ceiling in boredom, finally cheering up he received a message. Holding the datapad in his hand, Tugoro would begin to view the message, finding it to be very brief and vague. More so than he often was, and for that reason it bugged him. Leaping to his feet, the youth would approach his wardrobe, cradling his chin in the palm of his hand as he pondered on what to don for this outing.
Walking down one of the many corridors, Tugoro would begin to adjust his brown leather flight jacket's collar, the rest of his attire which consisted of a simple tank top underneath and beige pants fitting comfortable to his physique. It was an outfit that the boy preferred to wear over most, for it made him blend in to the regular populace of planets such as the one he was on currently. Sliding his hand over the door console, Tugoro would step through the archway, his booted feet tapping against the floor as he entered the hangar, gazing upon his prized possession. That being his Aleph star fighter, the vehicle in which he considered his baby. If anything ever happened to it, he would never forgive himself. Climbing into the cockpit, the Jedi would begin to fire up the engines, patiently easing the throttle in order to take off slowly and calmly.
The sleek Sith designed craft would begin to hover up into the skies, blasting off suddenly, exiting the atmosphere within moments. The flight academy on Carida had served the Padawan well, for he was able to apply what he had learned while piloting the elite super fighter. The vehicle was incredibly powerful, and Tugoro always handled it with the utmost care. That, and the force. After a few hours, the hyperspace jump he had initiated would cease, leaving the Aleph over Ord Mantell, where he had been told to meet. Sure, Tugoro was rather suspicious of what was to go down, but he was not one to back down from anything. Easing the ship into the planet's atmosphere, the youth would quickly land, paying the hangar owner as he exited the establishment, and entered the streets.
Instead of using the force to bolster his speed, Tugoro would kick back and begin to walk at a relaxed pace, taking in the area in which he was surrounded by. It was a new place, one he had never been to before, and so he was naturally curious as to what it was like. After observing and walking for awhile, the boy would come across the cantina, the meeting place that had been arranged. Walking through the door, Tugoro would stand in the entrance briefly, craning his neck from side to side in order to examine those around him. The usual. Except one. So, it had been [member="Darth Vivaldi"] who had summoned him here, but why? It seemed that only time would tell, as the boy began to approach the woman, a blank expression upon his face.
