Thal-ion thought about it for a second, but the more he did...the more he knew he needed this key.  Something about this particular vision disturbed him, because it was as if it was from something he had read, or studied, or heard about.  And those ships...he knew full well those should be known to him, but he simply could not recall what they were.  Thus, he found himself silently nodding to Alethea after she explained what she could do.  He had never allowed anyone, except Tionne, to be so close to his thoughts.  He guarded his mind so often, but now he knew this was not an option if Alethea was to be able to help.  For a reason he could not explain - along with so much else that had been playing since meeting her - he had no problem with her exploring his thoughts.  The barriers he had built came down naturally for her.  It was something he would have to think on later, but for the moment...for the immediate moment...he focused on the massive circular warships he had seen surrounding the beautiful unknown world, and closed his eyes.<br/><br/>The ship came into view easily as he let the Force flow through him, but what it was still remained a mystery.  He nodded silently to Alethea signaling he was ready for her to explore.  Something about her exploring his thought excited him just a bit, but he pushed this emotion away.  Now was hardly the time to lose his focus.  This was important, and so, with the Jedi training he had been taken - the young Sentinel focused only on the ship...every curve, the size, the bristling array of laser cannons, markings...every detail he could summon from the vision.  Another such image he brought to his mind at the same time.  This one was of the datapad he had left behind containing every ship every known from as far back as the Old Republic best years to the current day.  In this way, he hoped to guide her to where he knew the information had come from, but simply could not remember.<br/><br/>Yet, as he did so, something else in the back of his mind was working on the planet the ships surrounded.  For it seemed to him the scene was not so unfamiliar...as if he had seen it in some old recording or something.<br/><br/>And, even deeper than that, there was still the wonder of expecting the brush of Alethea's mind to his own...