It was definitely a change for the boy, he didn't know if it were for the better, or for the worse. Waking up, Tugoro would examine the dorm he slept in, within the Jedi Temple's academy section. He had been awoken by a consistent beeping noise, sounding off every five seconds. The boy had recently decided to try and branch out in his life, to learn more things than his small, compact experiences could provide him with. A life as a Jedi had lead him to become rather seperated from the outside world. Though, he would do just about anything at this point, not exactly caring much. A recent experience had mentally scarred him, resulting in the reckless actions he had taken, that being applying for a smuggling crew.
Smuggling was an illegal activity, true, Tugoro didn't care though. As long as people weren't getting killed left and right, he wouldn't have much of an opinion to voice, seeing as he didn't know much about it. Clipping his lightsaber handle to the belt around his waist, he would scoop up the datapad, reading over it's information. Exactly two hours later, the young padawan would show up at Nar Shaada, within the hangar where [member="CaptainXalen"] stood, admiring his new ship. "Hello."