The young Sentinel bolted for the door the moment Alethea intercepted Dar'ia's blades with her own, and pushed the Sith lady back.  There was no time to lose.  Every second was precious to not only the two Jedi, but to history itself.  The entire station shook violently yet again even as he made his way down the corridor past more slain bodies.  It was a mess filled with sorrow at so much loss of life.  Thal-ion could not allow such sorrow to reach him as he could feel time slipping further and further away.  He had complete faith in Alethea's ability to defeat the Sith woman, but something told him that no matter if she killed their foe or not - they were still in a great deal of trouble.  Just as he was passing a viewport; Thal-ion staggered from the station rocking again violently.  It caused him to pause in his headlong rush to the command center.  In doing so, he happen to glance out the viewport only to discover the station was hurtling towards the temporal wound.  He stood there rooted in place quite stunned by this realization.  This was different from his dream...not that it mattered.  The future was always in motion, and clearly Dar'ia had put a new set of events into motion.  If he could not stop the station from entering the rift - they would end up someplace new in the space/time continuum.  He gulped hard...the fear reaching him momentarily before he shook it away.<br/><br/>With the Force as his ally; Thal-ion pushed on towards the command center faster than ever.  The Force flowed through him...enhancing his speed and balance as he adapted to the various new quakes the station went through.  One he pressed as if he were literally racing against time itself, but even as he did so...the Force whispered to him he would be too late.  He paused as this realization hit him from the Force...a warning he dared not ignore.  Suddenly, he turned and sped in a different direction.  Instead of heading to the command center; he raced for the nearest supply bay.  Once he reached it - Thal-ion wasted no time in assessing the area.  No matter when they ended up; he felt they would need the extra supplies.  Of paramount importance to their survival was extra ship parts - something they might not have access to for a long time.  Three crates were marked with the Alliance symbol, and were listed for their class of freighter.  Swiftly, the young Jedi used the Force to stack the crates on an anti-gravity sled.  There was little time to gather more than that, but he snagged another crate containing weapons, and then made all haste back for their ship.  He could only hope Alethea was done with the Sith woman before he arrived.  For the Force warned him that the station would not survive long after going through the temporal wound.<br/><br/>The station was now constantly shaking from it now entering the boundary of the storm.  It would not be long now.  He almost lost control of the sled, but the Force was still with him.  For a moment, things became strange and disorienting to him.  He saw a firefight taking place between the various insane crew members in the very hallway he was running down.  Only his understanding of time kept him from allowing the scene to distract him beyond his ability to focus.  Soon, he found himself entering the last corridor to the docking bay, and knew Alethea had dealt with the Sith even before he entered with the sled and the four crates.<br/><br/>"We need to get out of here!  NOW!" Thal-ion yelled in warning over the noise of the station's troubles.  He didn't bother to explain further as he rushed towards their ship with the sled.