The Hangar

*He'd left Zemear with his family. He'd sensed Morgan's distress, but the presence of her father had kept him from looking into it himself. He only now figured he'd go look for them, to make sure the darling little girl was alright, but when he reached their quarters, Aerandir informed him that she'd been through a rough ordeal and was resting. Tom didn't ask what she'd been through and only nodded, leaving them in peace, though he fully intended to seek her out later, just to spend time with her.

He'd periodically checked in on Zemear, with no real news. Tom knew they all had to be on the lookout, especially if Zemear's Sith father were to return, potentially with allies. Right now, Tom was wandering aimlessly, which led him to the hangar. In doing so, he nearly stepped on a small, furry little creature he almost hadn't noticed. Of course, his foot came nowhere near enough to it to actually cause any alarm, but regardless, had he not been paying attention, he might not have seen it at all.

The little furry creature was a Kushiban, Tom recognized immediately. Eyes widening, both his instincts with strangers and his own curiosity took over as he knelt down and spoke to it.*
Ah, a Kushiban! Never seen one of your kind here before. Or, in fact, anywhere. Mysterious little creatures, you are. What could possibly bring you to a place like Felucia?

*Ah, so this was in fact not the Kushiban's first visit to Felucia. Tom wondered if this happened before his time here, or if he simply just hadn't seen the Kushiban during its last visit. He could not tell whether it was male or female, the name seemed to suggest feminine but he couldn't be certain; asking, however, was out of the question, due to his current routine. However, "Serrin Roma" was a name he recognized, a member of the Jedi High Council and someone Aerandir held in high regard. It seemed, though, that Asani had been separated and managed to make his or her way here, and was seeking someone to help complete her training.

As for whether he was a Jedi...*
Labels. Everyone feels the need to give things a label. Jedi, Sith, leader, tyrant. Should one not seek what's inside the heart of the individual, rather than what they wear on their sleeve?
*Tom didn't necessarily believe this, of course. It was always a test he placed, amusingly unwillingly, upon those he met. Considering the Kushiban was seeking Jedi training, it made it all the more fitting. Her response would speak volumes, and would determine how Tom would respond from there.*

*Tom's eyebrows raised. That answer was highly impressive. He even smiled. Part of him truly wanted to continue his act but he knew the Kushiban needed aid. Plus, its last statement intrigued him. He chuckled.*
Well, few I've spoken to have given me such intelligent answers to things I say. I do not actually believe labels are superfluous. In most cases. But I can tell you have a capacity for wisdom, an excellent quality.
*He didn't stand up; Kushiban were quite small species and he didn't wish to tower over one and inadvertently appear intimidating, but he did straighten a little.*
My name is Tom Klanzo. A Jedi, I am... of sorts. I'm more what they would call a "Gray," for my loyalties are to the Force and the light rather than any Council. Doesn't mean I won't aid their cause, or any in need. As long as that fact doesn't bother you, I would be more than happy to aid you in any way necessary.
*A brief pause. Now that he was out of his "hopeless philosophical" facade, he gave a nervous chuckle.*
I find this a touch embarrassing to ask, and I hope you take no offense, but I often have trouble telling apart the gender of other species. I wish to know yours, so I know how to properly address you.

*Tom only nodded when Asani noted she didn't know that following the Force and not a Council was an option, affirming that it indeed was. He did not begrudge those who decided to belong to an Order, but his way in life was not to be such. When she laughed at his question, Tom felt a little relieved that he didn't offend her, nodded slightly when she felt the name was an indicator, and smiled.*
Well, I too thought your name sounded feminine, but one can never be too careful. I remember accidentally running into an alien, can't recall the species, and said "Pardon me, sir." ... she was not happy.
*He laughed, then considered her question of what he would have her do first.*
Hmm... Perhaps we should start with what you've already learned.
*Another thought came to him, of her mention that she'd had to earn credits to find her way here in the first place. She was lost, separated, and alone. That meant there were other priorities.*
But before that, we should probably find you food and a place to stay. Does that sound fine?

Indeed.
*This was his answer to her assumption that he learned the hard way to learn one's gender first before assuming. For some species, it wasn't difficult to tell. For others though, well, he hadn't exactly taken Galactic Biology 101.

She confirmed she could use food and lodging, then explained that she had been learning the lightsaber forms, but was most practiced with Ataru. The corners of his lips curled into a smile; that was his preferred form as well. Asani was also capable of Force speed, telepathy, telekinesis, and even healing. Excellent, she'd been taught well. But she didn't know her way around, as she'd revealed she and Master Roma had spent most of their time in the forest. Tom smiled again.*
You sound like a little friend of mine, who also prefers to spend much of her time outside. You may get to meet her, later.
*Had Morgan awoken by now? He couldn't be sure, but it was probably best to leave them be; they'd cross paths later inevitably. For now, Tom stood.*
Well then, I'll show you to the dining area. It's not too far.
*He gestured for her to follow as he got to his feet and turned, leading her away from the hangar and into the base itself.*

Terra saw someone approaching, likely one of the masters here, and she smiled when he introduced himself, giving a slight bow in return. "My name is Terra. Nice to meet you." She took a moment to adjust the bag again, wondering if she should still be wearing her cloak. It seemed like it was much more humid here than on Corellia. Felucia was one of those worlds that she hadn't really read much about, but now she would be learning about it firsthand.

Terra smiled a little. "Well my master wanted me to visit different academies to help with my training." She sighed softly, wishing Serrin was here with her. Without her master's guidance and calming presence, she felt nervous and unsure of herself, though she tried not to let it show. "Um...where can I put my things?"