[member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Kitty"]
Jaster smirk didn't go away as the apprentice became cocky about her other form. Jasters met a lot of shifter in his life, some lost control others didn't have a choice, yet they all had their weak spots. The mind works in odd ways, Jaster had the proof of that in his cargo bay. Yet he was not the master of this child, nor was he a teacher period. He did figure though that the veterans Sith Master would teach the child what Jaster knew. Even beast have a voice in the back of their mind, so why shouldn't a piece of the host.
"None taken, though I'm sure I'll get an earful from my daughter, though she would anyways," Jaster walked them too their quarters and radioed one of his daughters friends to gather some cloths for the guest. "As for the cruiser sir, transport could transport up to 700 people easily, 900 if they squeeze in the cargo bay, fully supplied probably 500 with safety precosions in place, one time we got 1000 refugees off planet with the ship, had to travel at class 3 to keep the refugees in engineering safe from possible radiation leaks," Jaster turned down a few hallways before stopping outside a doors across from one another, it seemed to be a barracks.
"These are the ambassador suites, only rooms where you can be alone for a few minutes," Jaster pointed down the hallways, "down there and take a right is an old Jedi training room if you wana practice anything," Jaster brought nodded over to four guards walking down the hallway, "these are the Healer Guilds Security Units, boys call them the servants, pretty much just the police when we have refugees, need anything, just ask them, they really are just harmless."
Jaster looked at them and would answer questions if they had any, "questions?"