Soda Stratagem

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Nar Shaddaa, a planet in which crime could be found lurking behind every corner, even the most inconspicuous ones. The polluted air stank noticeably to the young Jedi, as he stood high above the streets on a roof top. Tugoro's nose wrinkled in annoyance, as he struggled to concentrate on a suspicious looking group of plain clothed individuals. The men did a good job blending in with the day to day scum of the city planet, however something told the teen that they were far more dangerous than they put on. Each of them carried a wooden looking crate, that most likely contained the evidence needed to put these guys away. They wouldn't mind if he took a peak, the mischievous Jedi figured as he hopped off the rooftop. Dressed in his brown leather flight jacket and beige pants, Tugoro would stalk his way through the crowded streets, seemingly minding his own business until he reached the warehouse district. Now hiding in a dark alley, the youth would watch the group enter one of the large warehouses before surveying the entire area. Tugoro could not help but feel as if there were another presence nearby...
[member="Nima Tann"]

 

[Nima Tann]

From the day when Master [member="Iella E'ron"] gave her her first official mission, she tried to find a suitable mission for a Padawan like herself from the emergency comlinks of the Silver Order. One could say she wanted someone to have a problem, so she could finish her mission and maybe impress her Master with her accomplishment. But, a Jedi wasn't supposed to think like that, right? They always helped people who's in need, and their mission was to just help them, not to wait rewards for their actions. She collected her thoughts and continued listening, There were interesting news, someone on Nar Shaddaa died mysteriously, in his last minutes foam came from his mouth and the cause of death was choking because of the foam. Maybe this was worth investigating, because the death of that man was a little suspicious. She first suspected the rabies, but the news said that there were no traces of bites or scratches... Hmmm... Interesting. She took the comlink, and put it to her bag, in order to hear the news about this situation, and made her way to the hangars, to catch a ride to Nar Shaddaa, this was going to be an interesting journey indeed.

She got on one of the shuttles, and took the comlink out once again, and to her chance, the reporter was just talking about the death, according to her, a little far from the man there was a can of soda, and the can had the same foam found from the man. The warehouse that was producing and selling the sode was not that far from there, so maybe it was worth checking out the warehouse first, then coming to conclusions. She had never been in Nar Shaddaa, maybe in one time where they were recovering a ship material from one of the clients. According to what she heard, Nar Shaddaa was full of criminals, so bringing her lightsaber was a good idea. Minutes later, the ship has arrived to Nar Shaddaa, just seeing the planet one could understand what kind of people were living on it.

But inside, it was like an another planet, clean, full of fun and... still full of criminals. She moved towards the exit of the hangar, to the warehouse which she searched its address while travelling. Just as she arrived to the scene, she saw a young boy, maybe 3 or 4 years younger than her, watching the workers from afar. Looking at his clothes, the robe and the smell of self-confidency, was shouting I am from Republic. That was why because she started not to wear her robes, to conceal her true identity to her enemies, also her friends, because sometimes friends were worse than the enemies. He was his back turned, so easy for anyone to came from the back and just kill him in a blink of an eye, she had to act, to prevent this. She slowly moved towards the boy, very silently... Maybe it would be a good lesson for him to be in more control of his surroundings next time. She slowly moved, moved and moved, close enough... She suddenly grabbed the boy from behind, and with a quick reflex she quickly slammed him to the building, maybe a little painful but a good lesson....

If she was doing this in another planet, this would cause a lot of suspicion and voice, but in Nar Shaddaa, it was just a typical routine. "Hello." She told the boy slowly. "I hope you learn from this, next time it won't be a Jedi capturing you from behind." She almost whispered the word Jedi, because this could cause trouble pretty quickly. Then she let go of him, a smile formed on her face, she introduced herself. "You are here for the same reason as I am?"

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Yeah, someone was definitely around. Of course, being the egotistical and confident boy he was, Tugoro's focus would remain on the warehouse as he watched it with his keen eyes. The men and their crates had made it safely into the buildings depths, leaving the area rather empty. The young Jedi would take a few steps forward, thinking of an excuse he could use for his taking of action before he even had any evidence. This thought would slip his mind, as he felt a tight grip in the back of his jacket's collar. The Padawan's teeth would grit in surprise as he was pushed forward, and slammed against the wall rather brutally. Despite such harsh actions, Tugoro didn't actually sense any real hostility from [member="Nima Tann"], prompting him to remain calm even though he was incredibly angry at this turn of events, and whoever had slammed him against the wall. The youth's force energy would begin to build and flow powerfully, focusing into one of his hands while the other hovered over his utility belt. Doing his best to ignore the anger within him, Tugoro would concentrate on the light sided energy within him, causing it to take shape and become visible. It would crackle and jump about the Padawan's hand as green bolts of lightning, most recognizable as the electric judgement technique. His plan was to force the attacker backwards with his personal combat shield and follow up with his electricity, though this seemed unnecessary at this point, for whoever had assaulted him identified themselves as a Jedi. Slowly turning around to face the female voice, Tugoro found himself surprised once again, as he examined the pretty lethan Twi'lek.

The youth's face would grow increasingly red, for he found himself to be even more embarrassed now. Scoffing quietly while leaning against the alley's wall casually, Tugoro would smirk smugly at the female before speaking briefly, "Lucky shot, okay?" he began, doing his best to look calm and controlled. He still couldn't believe that this female had shoved him against the wall. The boy's brow would furrow, as Nima hinted at some sort of common goal. Would she let him push her as well? Or was she talking about something else? "... Go on." The boy would speak, wanting to hear what she had to say.

 

[Nima Tann]

"Yeah, I am sure it was a lucky shot." She giggled to the boy's reaction, as she expected one from him after her action. She could sense a little anger inside him, but he was good at concealing it. "You are shoved to a wall by a pretty Twi'lek, what bad can come from it, right?" It was enough for jokes though, as he had to learn a lesson from this. Trying to construct the words that her master could say if she did this test to her, she spoke, her voice was still calm and happy, but more serious this time. "Look... Next time, be more careful and control your surroundings. We Jedi are extinct already, we don't need any more losses, Republic or Silvers." She hated to play the teacher, because she was a student herself. But to teach, one didn't need to be a teacher. The numbers weren't the ones that could make you win a war, but they'll help a great deal when winning a war, so one less Jedi was not only the Orders', but everyone's concern. "Let's see..." She moved a little to peek what the workers were doing. Lots of boxes for a simple soda making company, suspicious... Suspicious indeed.

Then she turned to the boy again, still leaning against the building, to answer his question with a question, she was playing it safe. Maybe she was talking to a criminal which stole a robe from the Republic, she didn't know that. But he didn't have any doubt or fear while speaking, she could sense him if he had. "Tell me, why were you watching them?" This question would make a liar tell the truth, not by speaking, but a person had every body language to tell he was lying or not. She examined him closely, tried to understand his feelings. His aura was full of self-confidence and maybe a little egoism, which wasn't a good trait for a Jedi, but she wasn't going to judge him just now. Because this was going to be a pain, she could sense it and she would have a chance to see him in action. Despite of his youngness, the boy seemed capable of defending himself. After hearing his answer, she finished her examination. This boy was a real Republic Jedi, every move of him was shouting it. Then, she got to the point that why she was here. "So, I came all the way to Nar Shaddaa because of an emergency comlink. It was talking about a man dying in a suspicious way. And the evidence led me here, I am sure there is something going on. "

"But the place seems pretty secure and crowded, I can't do it alone. Will you help me find what's happening here.... umm..." Yeah, that's right. The names. She forgot to ask his name. How rude of her... Actually, when she concentrated on something, she would usually forgot everything else, it was the way her brain was working. Forget everything else and just think about the event. "Uh... What was your name again?" She slowly smiled to her own stupidity, yep, all that teacher speak part was now wasted. Or her antisociality was making her think that right now. Way to go Nima! she thought.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

(oopz)

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Still leaning against the alley's wall, Tugoro could not help but shake his head from side to side slightly, amazed by the situation he had gotten himself into. While listening to the female's giggling, the boy's face could only grow redder as he continued to keep his composure. Through her jokes and lectures, the young Padawan simply wondered who this Twi'lek was, for he had never seen her around the temples before. His unspoken question would be answered as [member="Nima Tann"] spoke of Jedi from the Republic and Silver, which meant she was most likely with the Silver Jedi Order.

Being the stubborn youth that he was, Tugoro was still stuck on the fact that she had gotten a lucky shot in. Either way, she was probably going to stick around seeing as whatever mission she had been assigned related directly to the group he had been shadowing. Pushing off the wall and standing up straight, the Padawan would take a look around the alley's corner once more, before turning to face Nima and speaking, "Been watching for a week," he began, motioning towards the warehouse with his thumb. "No real evidence...Just dark intentions." He muttered, staring thoughtfully at the ground. The youth's tone and visage had adopted a serious manner, for he was concentrating on all of the information he had gathered.

Of course, Tugoro had planned on taking all of the credit for this operation, seeing as he liked to do solo missions a lot. "Padawan Taidarious," he spoke, offering the female a brief smile as he introduced himself. He had never been too focused on names, for the boy was usually too caught up in his thoughts for such trivial things. The societal norms that Tugoro lived by were more than twisted, at least to your everyday average joe.

 

[Nima Tann]

"Nice to meet you Padawan Taidarious. It's good to meet another Padawan. I am Nima, from the Silver Jedi Order. They say Republic Jedi are arrogant and self-loving people, but you seem like a good fellow." Then, thinking about the thing he said, she got curious. Watching this warehouse, he didn't call or report to the Republic, which was a good sign. Republic and Silvers' Jedi were always in conflict with each other. Their ways were different, and both thought that their way was better, so some kind of rivalry was in between of each group. But of course, when the darkness would come upon them, they would regroup and fight against the dark, or she hoped.

"Dark intentions? Hmm... Can you explain what dark intentions you sensed here?" She asked him, with a curious tone. She didn't really sense anything at all from the workers, they were looking usual, carrying boxes. That was why the urge of suspicion inside of her was awaken, and she needed to see if she was right or not. Maybe because she wasn't from Nar Shaddaa, this all seemed suspicious and not normal to her, but the Padawan near her had the knowledge of the area, as she could say. "You are from here? You seem to know this area very well." She then continued. "Maybe you can find a secret path for us to enter quietly and investigate? It would be amazing." Yeah, it would be amazing if they just went and found what they seeked, but it wasn't going to happen of course.

If something happened though, it was she who was going to get a lecture from her Master for not informing her about this quest. Maybe she did wrong, but there was no time to explain. She wouldn't find her anyway, because Master E'ron had lots of works just to care about a soda company. Well, maybe after this little journey she could get a trophy from here and make her proud, but of course, there was a chance not to find anything interesting. Well, only the time would tell.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Tugoro would grunt a bit at her comment, surprised by the reputation that Republic Jedi had earned, apparently. The young boy had heard plenty of the Silver Jedi Order, and even knew a few people that had defected from the Republic to join their ranks. It really was an annoying thing to think about, but the more he did the more he saw why one would leave the Republic in the first place. It had been a topic that Tugoro had struggled with for months, for he himself was not even sure about the Republic. Of course, these opinions would never be voiced, and remained hidden by his calm, collected composure.

"Arrogant and self-loving... Where'd they get that?" The boy questioned, while running a hand through his short brown hair to fix it. Tugoro liked looking well groomed, for he loved to be on top of both his games, mentally and physically. The Jedi would continue to listen to [member="Nima Tann"], nodding slightly as she questioned the dark intentions he had sensed. The Padawan was young, though seen as quite powerful for his age seeing as his abilities were rather advanced. Through the living force, Tugoro could feel the danger that emanated off of the warehouse workers, like a cold breeze during a winter night. As the Twi'lek brought up his familiarity with the area, a massive grin would spread across the teen's face, as he once more resumed his leaned pose against the wall.

"Not exactly from here... Just work here," he began, lifting his arm to delve into one of his jacket's inside pockets. The Padawan would withdraw a small portable holo-projector, one that was linked to his wrist computer. After tapping a few buttons into the console, a holographic image would burst into life, one that seemed to be blueprints for the buildings in the warehouse district. "Warehouses were built off the same model, so all should be the same," Tugoro would continue, examining the blueprints one last time before shutting the holo projector off. The temporary apprenticeship he had undergone with the Dark Man had it's advantages, for Tugoro was able to access a vast well of information related to Nar Shaddaa.

"We can enter from the roof, and hide in the rafters." Tugoro would conclude, before kicking off the wall and into the open, but empty streets. The boy would break into a sprint, his legs taking large strides as he stepped silently upon the duracrete. He would control his weight precisely and cautiously, taking what he had learned in stealth to travel soundlessly across the street, and to the warehouse. With a bend of his legs, Tugoro would focus the force energy within him, causing it to build up in his lower limbs. It would be released as he jumped into the air, soaring higher than normal before touching down on the warehouse's roof. The youth's booted feet would move silently across the surface as he paused for a moment, looking behind him to see if Nima had kept up. If she had, the duo would be directly below the rafters, where they would be able to hide uncomfortably for some time.

Reaching for his waist, the Padawan would slowly pull the shoto saber from his belt, igniting it's short pink beam before lowering it slowly to the roof's material. Carefully, Tugoro would slice an opening in the ceiling, one that was small enough to not be noticed at first, while still being big for the duo to slip through. His hand would sweep across the air as he smiled slightly, motioning for the Twi'lek to enter first.

 

[Nima Tann]

"Well that's because of the differences between my Order and yours, I think. We got some kind of rivalry with each other, but it doesn't mean that we can't work together, we both have a similar goal after all." She explained herself for the words she said about the Republic earlier, not much the best words to speak, it was one of her careless moments. The thing was, the Padawan near her had something different about him, he was always calm, she couldn't read him as she could another person, he had impressive concealing skills. It was making it harder to trust him first, but she had no other choices. Besides, she had her best friend, her lightsaber, around if the things go wrong.

Listening as the young Padawan continued talking about his connection with this place, she took imaginary notes about how to continue with this mission. But it seemed like he already made his plan to enter the area, so she just nodded and followed his words. It was a good plan, a sneaky one if they could manage. "Sounds good, lead the way." She told him, but her words got stuck in air as he already started to move. He had a wrist-computer, how awesome was that. She thought buying one of those when she returned from the mission. The thought made her smile a bit, it was her thinking mechanism, whenever she had to do something that is serious, her mind was a big enemy that wanted to prevent her thinking serious. She shook her head, and left those thoughts behind as she followed the boy through the street, then stopped moving as they arrived to the back of the building, lifting her right eyebrow as she saw him jumping that high to the roof, it was interesting to see one such gifted with the Force, a young one at that.

She followed him to the roof, climbing to the roof as holding the little rocks that were stuck in the building, she would jump as well, but she had problems while landing, always falling. She was going to train on this subject, wasn't going to let a young kid beat her. As she finally arrived to the roof, she saw that he already started to work on the roof, with something like a little lightsaber. "Well I am not going to lie, it was impressive." She told as still trying to catch her breathe from the climbing. She moved towards him as he cut the roof, revealing the rafters, which was a tight one. Well... not that comfortable for a hiding place. "We are not going to hide there, are we?" Please say no... please... No such luck, with a smile on his face, he motioned her to the hole on the roof, probably wanting her to enter first.

"Really now? Me first? Why not you?" With a disappointed tone she examined the other side of the hole, dark, creepy... and a place that Nima never wanted to be. Stay strong Nima, don't let the Republic Jedi win. "Okay... I'll be the first. But I warn you. Don't try anything funny. If you do, I'll make sure that you'll regret it." Being a little sarcastic, a little serious she made her move to the hole, crawling through the rafter, after 5 seconds the top wall got a little higher, which gave her a little more space to sit, and aside from darkness and load of dust, it seemed safe enough. "It's clear." she told with a low voice to outside. She hoped that her claustrophobia wouldn't cause her any problems, right now everything was going okay.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

After making his way up onto the roof, Tugoro could only grin widely as he watched [member="Nima Tann"] climb over the high ledge and onto the surface. He hadn't minded the brief wait, and knew that not all Padawans were as experienced as him. Still, he sensed potential in the Twi'lek, and knew she would be a great help on this mission. If she didn't get in his way. Peering into the hole slightly, Tugoro would take a step backwards, allowing the female to go through first. The youth would adopt a perplexed visage as she spoke, unsure what of what she meant by "anything funny." Then again, if he pushed her...She'd probably slam against the floor. It wasn't a wall, but it was a start. Shaking the funny thought from his mind, the young Jedi would hop down as he heard Nima speak.

Landing on one of the nearby rafters, Tugoro would peer out from behind the metallic protrusion, not seeing anyone below. There was another door that led further into the warehouse, one that looked like it was locked. Scowling in annoyance, the Jedi would hop down from the ceiling, landing silently with the aid of the force. Quickly but cautiously, Tugoro would move along the duracrete floor, pressing himself against the door in an effort to hear anything behind it. With his sensing abilities, he could tell that no one was on the other side, though other energy signatures were nearby. Deactivating his pink colored shoto saber, the Padawan would clip the weapon back onto his belt, along with the two other hilts that hung freely.

Looking back towards the Twi'lek, the boy would give her a reassuring nod, for he was able to sense her nervousness. It wasn't much of a deal, for he could tell that the female would be able to handle herself, as long as any Sith Knights didn't show up. Tugoro was truly unsure of what the two would run into, but he wanted to make sure that Nima was calm and ready. One again leaning on the wall, he would wait for the Twi'lek to come closer, before speaking, "Ready? Watch my back, and I'll watch yours." He spoke, his tone bland but expression serious. Suddenly, several energy signatures could be sensed approaching their location.

 

[Nima Tann]

As she watched the youth to enter the rafters after her, she slowly looked down to see if there was someone, luckily for them, it looked very empty. Suspiciously empty, if Nima could say. As he entered the rafters too, she watched some kind of self-confident aura coming from him. Despite of his young age, he looked experienced. Force Jump wasn't an easy power to use, it could be dangerous to use it for a Padawan sometimes. As fast as ever, he already went down from the ceiling. Rolling her eyes, she waited some kind of signal from him, then seeing him deactivating his shoto saber, she took that as a signal and slowly made her way to the floor.

Looking at his face, she saw the same confidence, this time he was trying to lend some of that confidence to her, she could feel it from his smile. Giving a soft smile to let him know everything's okay, she moved towards the iron door, which had some of a keypad. It might look a little difficult to pass, but this time, Nima was the one that knew how to break that weak defence. "I can watch your back if you don't move that fast. But I'll keep that in mind. And I am ready." Then she slowly pushed him away from the keypad, with a confident smile on her face. "Now if you'll excuse me." Then it was the time for act. She slammed the keypad in its weak spot with the back of her lightsaber, that made its cover fall to the ground, now the keypad was only cables and electricity. Activating her lightsaber she cut 4 cables and re-connect them in reverse, making the door's defence systems go overload, thus opening the door.

"See? You aren't the only one here who knows stuff." She said, her eyes burning with excitement and the feeling of accomplishment. She passed him and continued towards the now open door, moving slowly so no one could hear her. "Okay... Let's see what mysteries this place is hiding." She looked back to make a thumbs up, there weren't anyone around, but she didn't feel that good, something was wrong here. She could feel a weak Force signature, and it was dark, she could feel the darkness, silent but strong. "Can you feel it too? I have that feeling that we are not alone here." She whispered, checking her surroundings and hoping that she was wrong.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Tugoro would laugh quietly to himself, upon listening to [member="Nima Tann"]'s comments. Speed was definitely one of the boy's best combat-wise traits, for he had honed his body's physique from a young age. He had surely been fast during his childhood on Kashyyyk, and his induction and study in the Jedi Order only helped to further his skill. Of course, the young Padawan's talents remained within the realm of combat, ranging from blade work to dog fighting, for he had never really taken the time to invest in other specific techniques. Slowly reaching down for his saber once again, Tugoro would be surprised as the Twi'lek stepped forward, pushing him(once again), but this time to the side, along the wall. He had to admit, it was better than being pushed against it.

Tilting his head in curiosity, Tugoro would watch as Nima's arm cocked back, his body flinching visible as she slammed her saber's hilt against the door's console. Resuming his calm and composed demeanor, the boy would begin to carefully watch the female, as she went to work with her technological know how. Technology was something that did not get along with Tugoro, and thus he would smirk briefly to himself, as the Twi'lek hot wired the door's programming, causing it to open. Lowering his hand from his light saber, the Jedi would nod slowly, genuinely impressed by the efficient fashion in which they had broken into the warehouse. The boy had been just about ready to slice the door open, but now the duo could enter in a far more subtle way.

As she passed him, Tugoro would quickly catch up, his booted feet making almost no noise as he walked along the duracrete floor. His sensing abilities would begin to reach throughout the warehouse, picking up the dark signature that Nima had noticed within moments. It seemed to be deeper into the warehouse, and radiated a very ominous feeling. Whatever the duo sought, was definitely in this building. Suddenly in the distance, many running footsteps could be heard, along with the clatter of armor hitting against itself. Some sort of soldiers were approaching their location, and fast. Using his ears, Tugoro would estimate about fifteen hostiles in total, his neck craning to look at the Twi'lek. She surely seemed ready, though this was where their confidence would be put to the test. "This is where the fun begins." He muttered to himself, slowly grabbing the dark metallic saber hilt from his waist, but still not igniting it.

 

[Nima Tann]

Footsteps... A lot of them. Hearing some angry shouting and swearing, she thought that they pretty much failed to stay silent. But of course, when did everything go right? She didn't have an answer for that. The bad thing was, they were pretty much outnumbered here, and as two Padawans they didn't have proper training.

"Be careful Taidarious. These aren't training dummies." She warned him about his confident nature. And her hand went to her hip to get her lightsaber, and activating it afterwards, seeing the blue energy coming to life. She took a defensive stance, in order to them having blasters, which was pretty possible.

And the footsteps continued to get near and near, then a voice of a laser come from just outside the door that they escaped, how did they get there that easily? This place had something mysterious about it. The second they know it, they were surroundes by bunch of rude men.

"Look what we'ave ere." The brute talked, with a mocking tone. "A little boy and a Twi'lek. Which master of yours that you stole it from, girl?" The tone of him, she just wanted to kill him there. She was a Jedi, and she had zero tolerance for the ones that mocked her. All this time when she was a young she had her share of this kind of things. "Put yer lightsabers to ground and we will have a talk." She didn't want to be quiet any longer. This man had to shut up. "I got a counter offer. Tell us what you are doing here and stay away from our way so no one gets hurt." She said, still examining her surroundings for a possible surprise.

"Get em boys!" The men laughed, and they prepared for the attack, winking to the boy, she whispered. "Ready to kill some bad men, Taidarious?"

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

An audible sigh would release from the boy's mouth, as he turned to look at [member="Nima Tann"], upon hearing her warning, and sensing her concern. Lifting both of his arms, Tugoro would cross them upon his chest, concealing his saber between and behind his armpit as he remained silent. After calculating the numbers earlier, the amount of enemies would become far more apparent as they got closer, eventually filing into the hallway and surrounding the Jedi duo on all fronts. Eight armed, and armored thugs would face Tugoro, eager to attack but obviously waiting for their leader's permission. The case was the same on Nima's side, though she was fortunate enough to have only seven enemies to face. As the encounter went on, the youth could sense the anger welling up within the female, the feeling being rather recognizable after his many experiences with the dark side.

"Perhaps you should be careful," Tugoro spoke, suddenly taking a step forward, now in front of the Twi'lek. His movements were agile and elegant, even while not being under the influence of the force. Both of the Padawan's arms would stretch out, their palms facing both of the groups that surrounded them, before releasing a burst of force energy. The telekinetic power would form into a wall on both sides, expanding forth to give the two more space, giving them more room to move momentarily. Ignoring her last comment completely, Tugoro would frown, not wanting to kill anyone, but knowing that it might come to so. Breaking into a sprint, Tugoro's feet would move silently as he closed the distance between him and his enemies, his torso and legs bending to move his body away from the multiple strikes being sent at him. Utilizing his knowledge in the Echani Martial Arts, Tugoro would begin to counter the attacks of the larger, stronger men, redirecting their blows before striking accurately with his fists, knocking four backwards, while the others continued to approach.

Ducking low to the ground, the Jedi would extend his leg, placing his palms on the ground as he kicked, rotating his body rapidly. His booted foot would slam into those of his enemies, knocking three of them to the ground, while one remained stable and balanced. Quickly pushing off the ground, Tugoro would leap backwards, barely dodging a punch, as the thug's fist grazed his jaw, causing him to stumble slightly before regaining his posture. Now that distance had been created between the due opposing forces once more, Tugoro would ignite his blue lightsaber, watching as the hostiles drew their blaster pistols. Closing his eyes briefly, Tugoro would continue to calm his mind, allowing the force to work alongside him as he delved into a Soresu stance, moving quickly and efficiently to avoid and deflect the many blaster bolts that came his way. Turning his neck to look over at the Lethan Twi'lek, the boy would examine her situation, wondering if she needed assistance or not. The bolts of energy that collided with Tugoro's saber would be redirected away from his ally, while some actually bounced back, hitting their caster's legs in order to render them useless in battle.