Recalling Ramifications

[Tugoro Taidarious]

The desert planet of Tatooine, a planet in which Tugoro had not been on in approximately one year. Some of his most exciting ventures had occurred on this planet, from taking on the Shadow Empire in it's earliest form, to combating pirates on the dune seas. At least, the battles that had transpired in his past had seemed exciting at the time. Now, the young Jedi found himself silent among a group of Sand People, his body fully with their trappings from head to toe. Even without the blistering suns beating down on him, Tugoro found it hard to think clearly at times, his mind struggling to remember the exact reasons as to why he was here, among the tribe, as one of them. After happening across an old Tusken Raider outfit in the sand, the young Padawan had found it fitting that he return to the tribal ways of his childhood, when he lived on Kashyyyk. The old carefree lifestyle he had led long ago was one that Tugoro missed, though he had been in for a surprise after observing the Sand People's ways, and adapting to their guttural language.

Even so, it didn't look like the Jedi Temple was a place for him. Tugoro had enjoyed his life so far, finding mild happiness with the few friends he had made. What had driven them away? Was it his egotistical, prideful behavior, or maybe the sudden leap in ranks that they had experienced that kept them away from Tugoro? The more he thought of it, the more he didn't want to, his feet shuffling angrily as he became increasingly depressed. Maybe he just needed some time off, in order to cool down. And that was why Tugoro had come to Tatooine, to broaden his knowledge on all lifestyles, even if he did not particularly like them. Boy, did he hate the Sand People. Still, the Padawan would conceal his true nature as he usually did, allowing those around him to be none the wiser.

Even with the ability to leave at any given time, Tugoro stuck along with the tribe, working in secret to foil their more barbaric rituals. He had saved many humans and animals alike from weeks of torture, his blood boiling from just the thought of being around those who would do such a cruel thing. To Tugoro, it was such a meaningless act of insanity, one more unforgivable than slavery. Staying in one of the Bantha's shadows, the young boy would enjoy the brief break from the ultra violet rays over head, as the large tribe continued to a location they had designated for such torture rituals. Apparently someone had been caught, and the Jedi was determined to free them of their bondage. However, he would be pulled from his deep thoughts as his neck craned to the side, his mind picking up a light sided force signature in the distance. It was nearby, but still far away enough to be unnoticeable to common folk. After a few brief shouts and grunts, Tugoro was dismissed from the tribe, allowed to scout the nearby area for any enemies. He had proven to be a capable warrior among the Sand People, and so they trusted him with such a task. Setting out in the opposite direction of which they had been heading, the teen would begin to approach [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"], who was no doubt getting closer by the moment.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Tatooine...The polar opposite of Ilum. Literally. Sera wasn't fond of the ice planet. She hated the cold. But Tatooine, this planet was barren. A wasteland of sand and, Jawas. Though Sera was quite fond of the Jawas. She had a good reputation with them, despite their odd ways of "trading". Perhaps they were just curious of her bright and colorful skin tone, afterall there weren't many byzantine Twi'leks roaming around. Then there were the less hospitable tribes, Tusken Raiders, whose sole purpose seemed to be making people's lives miserable by killing, stealing, and scavenging whatever they could, wherever they could. Atrocious creatures they were.

The Twi'lek was on her way from Mos Espa to Mos Eisley, searching for a holocron that had been stolen from a slain Jedi the week prior. All leads pointed to Mos Eisley, though landing directly at the space port would likely cause some serious trouble if the thief caught wind of her landing. Such was the way of things, being untrained to hide her Force signature meant she had to be a bit more cunning as well as cautious when tailing the enemy. Passing over a sand dune she felt a small disturbance in the Force. She paused for a moment, stopping the speeder she was riding to scan the horizon. The feeling was a bit faint, and thus far she could see only the vast plains of rolling sand in all directions. A gust of wind signaling a sand storm would be approaching, so she had to make way before she was caught in it.

Throttling up she continued onward, though the disturbance only grew louder, she could feel another nearby, but there were no other Jedi assigned to this task that she was aware of. What is that? She cruised over a few more sand dunes before spotting off about 60 meters north a single wandering human. What is he doing out here? Is this who I felt? Doesn't look like any Jedi that's for sure. Perhaps a hermit? One trained in the Force who has forsaken his vows?

Sera continued to approach [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] with a bit of hesitation, flagging him down as she approached.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

The Tusken Raider tribe that Tugoro had been with would make it's way onward, heading towards the large pillars of rock in the distance. On the other side of the rock formations, was a small cabin, one they used to hold their captives while employing who knows what kind of torture techniques. The more Tugoro walked, the more distance he put between himself and those monsters, giving him time to calm down and think clearly for once. Who had it started all started with? At this point it didn't matter, all the boy knew was that he was out three dear friends, ones that he should have respected more than he had in the past. Kian, Kana, and Corvus were all masters now, and what was he? He remembered each specific day, in which he had met with the Padawans and tested their abilities in hopes of gauging his own. And look where it had gotten him. He had been their senior at the temple, not in age, but in experience, yet they had surpassed him. Why? What made them so strong? Snapping out of his train of thought, Tugoro's gaze would rise as his head lifted, bringing [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] and her speeder into view.

He had sensed the light sided energy earlier, but hadn't known what to make of it. As the pink Twi'lek approached, Tugoro's hand would wave across his neck, most likely signalling for her to cut the engine of her vehicle. When the winds weren't blowing, the desert got awfully quiet, and the Padawan did not want to attract any unwanted attention. Taking a few wide steps, he would position himself atop one of the dunes, spotting the tribe journeying in between the rock pillars, and towards the site in which someone was suffering. Closing his eyes briefly, Tugoro would reach out with his sensing abilities, receiving a strange response as he scanned over the area the Sand People were headed. Negative emotions seemed to leak into the very atmosphere, the young boy flinching slightly as he was hit with just a taste of what was to come. Brushing the thought and nervousness from his mind, Tugoro would continue walking, stopping once there was twenty meters between the two. "Who are you?" He would question from beneath his Tusken Raider mask, the goggles that covered his eyes staring directly at the Twi'lek's own.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

As the Twi'lek Jedi approached the boy a handful of meters away she noted the gesture he made, though she didn't necessarily understand what the need was to kill the speeder. Regardless, she halted herself, scanning around the horizon for a few moments and then powered off the speeder. Swinging her right leg over the side she stepped down and began walking toward the human male. He looked young. Perhaps he's lost or separated from his group? She heard him call out, asking who she was. Well, that was a bit of a loaded question, really. It depended on who was asking and why. Announcing yourself a Jedi in the middle of a Tatooine desert, a planet full of bounty hunters, Tuskans, and Hutts was likely a poor decision.

Sera looked at the human, a bit puzzled as to why he was wearing Raider clothing, as he was clearly not one of them. "Hi there. I'm Sera. Annnnd you are?" She took another look around the dunes as small gusts of wind chopped at the grains of sand, sending small hurricanes of sand aloft to merge with dunes a short distance away. "What are you doing out here anyway?"

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Lifting his arms slowly, Tugoro's hands would move to the clothes around his head, as he began to unravel them in a show of non-hostility. Undoing the strap that held the breathing apparatus and eye goggles in place, the young boy would throw the Tusken Raider mask to the ground in disgust, his emerald gaze turning back to [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]. Using one of his lifted arms that were already relatively close to his face, Tugoro would wipe the sweat from his smooth skinned brow, his youthful face looking a bit fed up with the environment he was currently in. Now focusing on the Twi'lek before him, the boy concluded that she was of the Jedi Order, or from some light sided faction that aimed to do good. He could tell she was trustworthy, despite just meeting her.

And so, he would speak, "Padawan Taidarious," hopefully putting the female at ease, all the while perhaps answering any unspoken questions.

Even though the boy's words were spoken quickly and tonelessly, he would manage to form a weak, forced smile, in an attempt to at least show that he was friendly. It was difficult to interact with others nowadays for Tugoro, seeing as he had unintentionally separated himself from those he had cared for. As disgusting as the thought was, he truly debated whether or not he wanted to return to the society he had previously lived within. The Republic seemed to be in such shambles recently, and Tugoro just didn't know if it was worth it. He probably wasn't even wanted back. Turning his eyes from Seraphina, the Jedi would look towards the horizon, watching the suns set, as the bright sky darkened. "Doing work," He replied, keeping it brief, vague and straight to the point. If interacting with others was already enough, then speaking in basic was something that Tugoro did not want to do. "They are animals." He said, still looking in the direction he had intended to head towards in the first place.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Sera smiled at the boy, nodding in acknowledgement of both his name and rank. He was substantially younger than her, but he had a very stern and aged look about him. He had clearly seen some things in his time. Things he likely could have gone without. Tatooine was a depressing planet for anyone not fortunate enough to be one of the wealthy elites. Between the legal slave trade, the Hutt cartel, the Tuskans, and spice running, this could be a very dangerous place for just about anyone, especially Jedi. "It's good to meet you. Though, our type aren't typically welcome around here. What type of work are you doing?"

The Twi'lek followed his gaze over the horizon towards the band of raiders heading towards some shambled shack. "Ah. What exactly were you following them for? Are these ones any different than the typical ruthless bandits?" The girl was moderately concerned for the younger Jedi. He had quite a bit of emotion built up, angst, sorrow, and perhaps anger. She understood the emotions herself, she wasn't exactly the most collected Jedi there ever was, and she had let herself be carried away a few times in the past, but she did not allow it to define her as a Jedi. "What are you planning on doing?" She needed to find this holocron before the thief got off world, but she was now focused on the younger Jedi and his task. She had some time to spare.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Slowly craning his neck, Tugoro would look back at [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"], his mind sensing the concern within her. Why was she worried? Through the force he could tell that it was partly directed at himself, though there was something else that the Twi'lek came to the planet to do. Despite his inner feelings, the young Jedi would keep his composure calm and controlled, as he lifted an arm to point in the direction he had been staring at. "Been foiling torture rituals," he explained quickly, his knowledge with the language of galactic basic sounding a bit off. He managed to piece together sentences, but still preferred shryiiwook, no matter how strange he sounded when using it. Hopping down from his position, Tugoro would lower himself below the raised dune, allowing his figure to disappear from any of the Raider's view. Approaching the bright skinned Twi'lek, the youth would look towards her speeder, knowing it would need to stay put if she had decided to help him.

And with that, Tugoro would set off, casually waving an arm in the female's direction, as if to usher her along. His feet would move lightly against the sand's surface, making little noise and a barely noticeable impact with each quick step. Still, his skills in stealth did not matter at the moment, for he would have to employ them later on when he arrived at the abandoned house. The suns would continue to set, casting a shadow over the dunes as they lowered below the horizon. The trip they had to embark on would take a bit, though Tugoro did not mind for it would be better to operate in the dark. Examining the destination with his keen eyes, the Padawan could tell that half of the tribe had moved on from the location, and had gone further into the rocky terrain. Still, he could sense a choice amount of Sand People who had stayed behind, and whoever had been captured. Their being was full of anger and hatred, it was all too clear that they were suffering to the boy, making him move a bit faster. "Why are you here?" Tugoro would question, figuring that a bit of small talk wouldn't hurt. He wanted to know more about this Twi'lek, and of her reason for coming out all this way.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Sera crouched down behind the other Padawan and followed closely, relying on his knowledge of the area and the situation to guide them both as they crept toward their objective, the last remaining glimpses of daylight fading out beyond the horizon. "I'm here to retrieve something that was stolen. Before the thief gets off-world with it, else I will have no chance of catching him. A holocron, to be exact, was stolen from one of the Jedi archives, and it is believed to be heading towards the hands of the Sith."

Pausing for a moment she thought it wise to understand why he was out here, ruining the plans of Tuskan Raiders, rather than continuing his training at one of the Jedi temples. "Is your master here with you? Or are you taking this up for yourself? Or...Have you left us? I'm not here to judge your decisions, but I am curious as to what brought you way out here."

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]