The desert planet of Tatooine, a planet in which Tugoro had been living on for a year now. 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 and alone among a Tusken tribe, his body covered 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.
It sure was a strange place for a Jedi to be, but the boy often found himself wondering if he even was fit to be a Jedi. He loved the thrill of helping others, it was second to none other than the heat of the battle, in fact. That was why he had gone undercover among the Sand People, to help those unfortunate enough to have fallen prey to their cruel ways. It was a difficult duty, but Tugoro had managed to stay unsuspected for the most part, having fought for "his" specific clan on many occasions against other Tusken groups. However, it seemed like another good deed would come from this day, as the Padawan's gaze lifted to the sky, laying upon a bright ball of fire. It rocketed across the expansive blue canvas that was the air, eventually crashing into the planet's surface not too far away. Seeing as he stood upon a rather tall rock pillar many meters up in the air, Tugoro's elevated sight allowed him to pinpoint the celestial object's location, what he assumed to be a downed spacecraft at this point. The lad could not help but think of his own super fighter, the Aleph, in which he treasured oh so dearly. It was one of the fastest and well equipped ships in the galaxy, one that would not be useful in this situation however. The Aleph had been stowed away long ago, remaining untouched as the Jedi lived among the savages.
Crouching down closer to the rocky surface, Tugoro's arms would extend as he placed his hands upon it, their palms lightly brushing against the rough texture. It was an environment that Tugoro had not been used to at first, though his body had eventually toughened up to the conditions in which he had lived. He was much stronger now, in mind and body, and that was saying something for the young seventeen year old. One for the credits, Tugoro began to think to himself, smirking a bit under the mask and bandages that covered his face, as his leading leg inched forward, slowly but surely putting him into pre-sprinting stance. Two for the show, he would continue, his arms actually lifting quickly as he shrugged off the backpack he wore, one that had been filled with heavy rocks. A strange way of training, mostly for show of course. Three to get ready, he thought, resuming his previous position. Tugoro would get ready to move, his eyes closing as he allowed the force energy within and around him to bend to his will. It would begin to flow rapidly throughout his body, empowering it's strength and speed, causing afterimages of himself to appear with even the slightest of movements, his body appearing to vibrate rapidly. And four to...
Go! Tugoro would exclaim inwardly to himself, his booted feet applying an immense amount of force against the elevated ground he stood on, causing his form to rocket off of the pillar's top, an outline of his body left briefly in his wake as he moved. The boy's descent would come to a quick end as he neared the sandy planet's surface, his feet slamming into it and immediately going into overdrive. It was essential that Tugoro get to the scene first, for he did not want any other Jawas or Raiders appearing to mess everything up. The young Jedi would move agilely across the surface, his foot steps light and near silent, each impact spraying sand particles in every direction. Lifting his gaze to the sky above, Tugoro would grit his teeth beneath his mask, having noticed the arrival of another ship that was approaching the wreck. A minute or two would pass, the Jedi having bolted it across the landscape, finally arriving at his destination. Looking to the scene only for a brief moment, Tugoro would begin to analyze what was going on, spotting three pirates and what seemed to be... Another pirate. Were they fighting each other for some reason? You'd think pirates would stick together, but no sir-ee. Lifting his arm quickly, the young boy would wave it through the air, his hand aligned and swiping across at the sonic rifles that the two crew members held. Applying his telekinetic prowess, the Padawan hoped to whisk the rifles out of their reach and over there heads, as he skidding down a curved sand dune towards the group. Hopping briefly, Tugoro would land audibly this time, tossing a few glances between the hovering craft and the damaged one. He'd have to figure out which one was the bad guy, though he had a sneaking suspicion as to who was who.
Still wearing his Sand People attire, Tugoro would turn to look at [member="Jen"], remaining silent and rather creepy as he continued to analyze what was going on. He was pretty slow in the head when it came to anything buy fighting, really. Finally, he would turn to look at [member="Cadan Tazi"]... Before looking back to Jen. Yep, he just couldn't crack this one. Someone was going to have to fill him in!
