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Location: Ossus landing pad
It had been quite awhile since had been to the Jedi planet of Ossus. In fact, it had been so long that Tugoro had actually grown since last stepping foot on the Republic's territory that was home to a Jedi Temple. Ossus was nothing compared to Tython however, for it was home to some of the best memories the boy had ever had. Like practicing aside other trainees and Kiskla Grayson, one of the Grand Masters. He remembered being praised for his mastery and power with the force, despite having just learned to control it. Tugoro figured he could be doing so much more with it.The Padawan still retained his youthful features, but he was taller now, much more physically defined. Even so, he liked to tell himself that not much had changed, as he strode down the landing pad's stretch towards the Temple's entrance. He wore his usually outfit, a simple brown leather flight jacket with beige pants and brown leather Jedi boots. Clicking a button on his wrist computer, the boy was sure to lock up his Aleph starfighter, given he did not want anything happening to it.
He figured it would earn some stares either way, seeing as it was made of a Sith/Imperial design. Even if it didn't look the greatest, the ship was a gem and Tugoro wouldn't be caught dead in anything else. Actually, that was probably the only way he would be caught in anything else. Especially those new Jedi interceptors, he heard those things were deathtraps! Before arriving, the teen had made sure to make contact with [member="Kian Karr"], the new Jedi Master and an old friend.
Knowing the man's nature, Tugoro would throw up several mental blocks and shields, doing his damnedest to fend off any empathy or telepathy the Keldor might attempt. He had never been a fan of such techniques, but had known to accept them when in dire situations. Either way, Tugoro favored physical combat over all, having refined his skills to reflect such. He wasn't even sure if he'd be able to fight off Kian's attempts if he made any, but for now he would remain rather bland in the face as he always had been. A small exception would peak through as the youth smiled, having spotted his elder friend ahead of on the landing pad's catwalk. "Yo, Kian." He called out, approaching as he lifted an arm to wave. It seemed he still wasn't one for talking much.