Where the Flying Banthas at?

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Nar Shaddaa. It was the planet Tugoro spent a majority of his time on, in order to adjust and adapt to the pop culture of the galaxy. Yeah, it was a really bad influence on the young man, and completely unrelated to flying Banthas. The myth of such a mystical creature had been started on the city planet however, after a showdown between Tugoro and the infamous [member="Skrik Piper"]. The Rattataki had been smart enough to fool and distract Tugoro, successfully gaining his trust in the process. The Jedi was powerful, but boy was he dumb. After the incident, he had spent months searching for the flying banthas, searching many planets but mainly sticking to Tatooine. The search had been quite the disappointment, and Tugoro was too embarrassed to even bring up the incident.

Two years had passed, and the youth had grown a tad bit, mentally and physically. He was taller and far more built than before, while his mind too had been honed to a formidable degree. Even so, it was still the same old Tugoro, yet he preferrred to now focus his time on aiding others, done with the Padawan shenanigans that had ensued in the past. Oh yes, these Knight shenanigans would be far more interesting anyway.

With a satisfied smirk upon his face, the young Knight would remain still as he hazed out over the Undercity, perched upon a tall building that overlooked the filthy streets. With his accurate ability in sensing, Tugoro was able to monitor the areas with ease, opening his mind to the force that surrounded everything, or simply enhancing his hearing or sight to locate certain points of interest. It had been a surprisingly calm night so far, but that was bound to change sooner or later. It always did.

 

[Skrik Piper]

The cops were very friendly tonight! No one seemed to judge her for lugging around various weapons in the near vicinity of a recently discovered Jedi body. She smiled and blew kisses, and they either ignored her or--on occasion--smiled back. One of them even waved. Yes, the undercity of Nar Shaddaa appeared to be in a good mood tonight. It was a good time to kill Jedi! The Galactic Alliance would not miss this one. The recently slain member of the 'New' Jedi Order would be too new to remember.

Grinning with genuine cheer and a somewhat promiscuous sashay down the streets, the Forcebreaker sauntered on by the old spaceport and picked up a docking log from a contact of hers. It turned out that the ship she had once ridden aboard with the little Wookiee Tuggy Wuggy had been in port for a while, so that meant her best friend was back in town! What a delightful coincidence!

Armed with this information and her veritable armory of guns and melee tools strapped to her in varying fashions, Enjenka "Skrik" Piper was on the hunt. No, she would not kill him--not today, anyway. He still was useful.

The half-Rattataki made her way to a familiar location--Dirty Danster's--where she had first made contact with the stupid boy. The cantina looked just as bland and average as she recalled, though she would swear there were some marks in front of the door that were left from their initial spar. Down the street, there was an alley where they had gone all-out with their brawl. Perhaps he was a creature of habit. With a little bit of searching she might be able to find him fairly quickly.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

It didn't seem as if this area was very rowdy tonight. Looking down at the thinning streets, Tugoro could not help but feel as if he was needed in a different place. There was a strange disturbance in the force, one that was not pleasant in the least. Turning to walk along the buildings ledge, the young Jedi Knight would leap downwards, his brown over-the-shoulder cloak flapping wildly in the wind as he descended. His feet would touch the ground, not making a sound as he pushed off once more, sprinting through the alleyways and side streets of the planet's Undercity.

It was a filthy and disgusting place, one where disturbances were often felt. However, this one was different, and somehow on a personal level. He felt a powerful life force fade, one that was unlike the others among the planet. A force user, one of the lightside at that, had been slain it seemed. Coming to a halt, Tugoro would hold his cloak close to his body, flipping it's hood over his head in order to conceal his identity.

The force had brought him to a familiar place, that being Dirty Danster's. It was a cantina like any other, though the Knight knew he was here for a specific reason. Stepping forth as the door slid away, the youth's emerald eyes would begin to scan the individuals quickly, evaluating their threat levels by probing their mental states. It seemed like the bar was filled with your usual untrained scum, though one seemed different. That being [member="Skrik Piper"], of course. The young man would lay his sights upon the half-Rattataki, a firm frown stretching across his face as he stood in the doorway.