You're Growing Up

[Zion Krayt]

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

All of his Padawans went through it.

None of them got to carry a lightsaber, except [member="Hatake Mutashi"] because he had proved himself over the course of some of the battles that the Galactic Republic had been involved in. From those that had survived from Coruscant's Defeat, they had told him that they had seen Hatake's duel.

Or maybe it had been a battle on Carida, he didn't remember, he didn't care, Hatake got to his keep his lightsaber and that was all that mattered.

Zaren's teeth grinded upon each other as he pulled out his commlink, sat on a platform that he had visited temporarily when Tugoro had requested his presence. Of course, they were both arrogant, something that didn't work out, ever, in Zaren's mind.

He picked up his commlink from the ground in front of him, and he typed in the message to Tugoro.

The time had come.

A lightsaber shall be made.

Tugoro. Platform outside of the Academy. Dress for cold.

That was as short as it was going to get. Now, all he had to do was wait.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

It had been a long time since Tugoro had heard from his master, [member="Zaren Bouqi"]. The last time he had saw the man, was upon the desert planet Tatooine, after the boy had orchestrated a slave rescue. It had been awhile after that incident, Tugoro having recovered from his injuries long ago. Laying quietly in his bed, the boy would jerk awake as he heard his commlink beep loudly, a message being played through it's microphone. Grabbing the small cylindrical device, the Padawan would begin to listen, a feeling of nervousness shooting down his spine. The message was brief and to the point, something that Tugoro was known for. Now that he had a chance to experience his own ways, the youngster was rather put off. Placing his arms on the cushion, Tugoro would kick his legs off of the bed, allowing him to stand firmly on the ground.

Casting a glance to his small personal items compartment, the boy thought it wise to not bring any weapons of his own along, seeing as his master would most likely freak out if he knew that he had other alternatives. Instead of dressing up in his Jedi armor, Tugoro would instead put on a pair of thick pant legs, one that stored much more warmth than regular Padawan leggings. Lifting his arms into the air, the boy would slip his tunic on before leaving the room, grabbing a thick brown robe on his way. Slinging his arms through the long sleeves, the brown haired youth would make his way through the Tython temple, stopping as he spotted his master, who he knew as Bishop.

"Greetings, Master Bishop," Tugoro would begin, his leather booted feet walking his body towards and beside the Jedi master. "Apologies, for our last encounter." He would finish, waiting patiently for a reply.

 

[Zion Krayt]

Was he an impressionable person?

Sometimes, Zaren thought that he gave the impression that it was good to be arrogant and stubborn all the time, but he was unsure if he impressed that idea upon people, especially his Padawans. Of course he thought it was good to voice your opinion and not back down from your stance, but he didn't like to be defied or questioned. By Padawans anyway. The Council had yet to tell the Headmaster of Tython what to do, or what not to do.

He was the Protector, and until told otherwise, he would do what he thought necessary.

Then he heard [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] coming, and he turned around to his Padawan and he inclined his body forwards in a bow. Always initiate a greeting with a bow, it was the Jedi greeting in his opinion.

"There is no need to apologize, Tugoro. You have done well for the Jedi Order, and through us, the Galactic Republic. In my time as a Padawan it was against the Order's rules to leave the Temple alone, and I've come to understand that you've done so over the course of the war, but I will not forbid you to do so. However, if you continue to persist, you will need something that can help you."

A lightsaber was an extension of yourself, of your arm in fact, he hoped Tugoro knew that, and understood that. If he didn't, then this whole thing would be a mistake. Only the future held that answer.

"You will need yourself."

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

The boy had been dreading the scolding that he figured he would receive, though was rather surprised to hear [member="Zaren Bouqi"]'s words. The boy's booted feet would stop as he stood behind the Jedi Master, listening to the brief praise. Followed by it, was the acknowledgement of Tugoro's many expeditions, ones that he had indeed embarked on without permission. The boy would wince slightly as it was brought up, not sure as to how the man feel about their last encounter, on Tatooine. The young Padawan was unsure if he required such permission, seeing as times had changed, though he doubted that many would take kindly to the many reckless things he had done. Though with it, he proved a sort of independence, one that he had began to pride himself on. Working and being around his friends was nice, though operating solo was so much more simple.

Reaching around his waist, the young Jedi would hold his hands behind his back, listening and attempting to comprehend the words that his master spoke. Slowly but surely, a beaming smile would spread across the boy's face, a new found sense of pride swelling within him. Finally, he would earn the approval of his master. "When do we leave, Master Bishop?" The teen would ask excitedly, rather eager to construct a lightsaber made by himself.

 

[Zion Krayt]

"Now."

In the distance the shuttle that they would be taking could presumably begin to be noticed by the Jedi Padawan since he most likely wouldn't have been expecting to see a ship in the green fields of Tython. But anyway, the Jedi Master turned around to look up his Padawan and then he indicated that he head for the ship without him. Bishop's things were already upon the ship, and he knew that [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] had at least come prepared from what it looked like. He hadn't been asked to pack a bag, all they would need and more was upon the ship.

Once they were both on the starship and it was rising up into the atmosphere, Zaren took a moment to glance to his Padawan and said, "tell me of some of your journeys."

The time that'd it take to get to Ilum wasn't a short one, and because of that it'd take them at most a few hours to get there. There was nothing like a good story to past the time with... Necessary questions to better understand the situation. "Start with the one that was the most... Eventful if you will."

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

The shining shuttle that had placed itself amidst the bright green fields would become apparent to the young Padawan, assuming his master moved as well. Tugoro would look down from the edge of the elevated platform, sizing up the drop that was between him and the solid surface of Tython. Stepping forward, the young Padawan would begin to concentrate, his body falling at a fast rate towards the trees and grass below. Closing his eyes briefly, the Jedi would allow his telekinesis to kick in, causing force energy to shoot out in pulsating waves that would break his fall. The gathered energy would soon dissipate as his booted feet touched down on the plains, allowing him to travel towards the craft that awaited the duo.

The pilot who had exited the shuttle would give the pair a wave, before climbing back into it's interior. The hum of the craft's engine would become increasingly loud as the two boarded, taking a seat at one of the less than comfortable benches. The ship would levitate as power surged through it, allowing it to breach the atmosphere and head towards their destination, Ilum. Tugoro had only been there once, in order to replace the synthetic crystal that had been within his previous saber. It reminded him of his long lasting feud with the Sith Maleus, which would hopefully prove to be a good story for [member="Zaren Bouqi"].

"Before we met, I made an enemy," the boy would begin, his words sounding strained and contemplated as he continued to think of appropriate vocabulary to use, "A Sith Knight, who hunted me," he explained, allowing images of the Zabrak Knight to flash through his mind. After recalling the memories he had of the man, feelings of anger, fear and pain would begin to surface, though they would be quickly quelled. "We fought, many times, I lost every time," the boy admitted, an embarrassed look spreading across his face. "But he didn't kill me...Couldn't," the Padawan would speak, a strange glint in his eyes. Tugoro was seriously contemplating the situation he had been in, for it was rather complex, "I sensed the conflict, there was light within," he stated, nodding his head reassuringly. Turning to give his master a wide grin, the youth would beam proudly, feeling rather successful after turning the Zabrak from the dark side, "He's Jedi now."