As the young Nautolan's continued scavanging efforts at last yielded a second training lightsaber -- this one of which would be the [i]proper[/i] color -- the head-tailed youth glance up in time to see the Sector Ranger-boss-hero-guy taking his leave of the cluster of Jedi. Gesturing at the small Anzati, the green youngling and his mop-headed companion went sprinting across the cargo bay to fall in step behind their heroic benefactor. As they did, a slew of questions went back and forth, with the one child picking up with the next almost before the first had finished.

Sor-Jan was the first out the proverbial chute. "Are we really getting' our own room?" the Anzat asked.

Prompted by that notion, Zak immediately plunged into the follow-up question, "Can we have a room near the Sector Rangers?"

"Can we get trained too?" Sor-Jan asked, picking up on the notion of being with Sector Rangers.

"Can we be Sector Rangers?" Zak again, immediately on the heels of Sor-Jan's [i]too[/i].

"Can we be Jedi Sector Rangers?"

"Are you gonna fly us to Nar Sharda?"

That question prompted the Anzat to turn on his companion. "Nar [b]Shadda[/b]!" the youngling corrected sharply.

"Is it far?" Zak, completely non-plussed at having been corrected.

"How did you pilot an' fly stuff without the Force?" Sor-Jan asked, usurping the earlier pattern by then asking his own follow-up. "Can we be pilots?"

That last bit caused the Nautolan to pause and turn on his frenemy. "Wait, I thought we were gonna be Sector Rangers," Zak remarked.

"Sector Rangers can be pilots!" Sor-Jan retorted, clearly exasperated and embarassed by the Nautolan's lack of knowing... stuff.

And then both boys looked up at the Sector Ranger. Neither was certain they remembered any of what they had asked, but they hoped he had answers to the questions they didn't remember asking. Mostly though, they wanted to know about that room. And piloting. And being Jedi Sector Rangers.