Alethea brought the ship to the station's docking back, docking with the aid of her partner. Neither of them had spoken since they had released Ander in his pod. This was, she suspected, both because words weren't necessary, and because they had other things occupying their minds at present. When they had finished docking and stood, she glanced at her partner, noting how his hand had grazed over his lightsaber. She didn't say a word, her mind reaching out through the Force. She didn't need to see the bodies to know that they were all dead. Only Dar'ia was alive, and she was heading their way.<br/><br/>Alethea, like her partner, shielded her mind in the Force, but only to an extent. She could only shield her mind so much before it affected her other abilities. She shielded enough to protect her mind from anyone who sought to invade it or alter it, but not enough to affect her sensing anything, and that included the Dark side. It was strong here. Stronger than she'd ever felt it before. It was a bit unsettling, but she reminded herself of the Jedi code, and calmed her mind, not allowing it to affect her emotions. It was, admittedly, difficult not to feel something, anything, but for now, she managed it.<br/><br/>When Thal-ion opened the hatch, Alethea's eyes darted around the docking bay, assessing the situation, knowing that there was nothing good to see. Everyone was dead. Some at their own hands, some at the hands of others, and some at the hands of Dar'ia. It wasn't a pleasant sight by any means, but it also wasn't an unexpected one, nor was it her highest priority at present. She was focused on the dark presence approaching. She also felt the presence of her companion, which helped to keep her centered.<br/><br/>She felt, like him, that they would not be defeated by Dar'ia, but that didn't mean that she could let her guard down, so she focused her attention on the hanger door, waiting until it opened, or rather was pushed in using the Force. The blast sent it careening their way. Alethea reached out with the Force, using it to stop it several feet from them, and then she tossed it to the side. She then focused her attention back on the woman who walked into the hanger. The dark side hung thick around her, infecting the very air, it seemed. The way she walked, the way she held herself, her very presence spoke of her obsession with herself. That wasn't all, though. There was a madness. Not as present at what she had felt in the crew, but it was undeniably there, and that made her all the more dangerous.<br/><br/>"Well, well, well. What have we here. A couple of Jedi children? Is that the best your<span style="font-style: italic">Grandmaster</span>could muster up?" she laughed, a vile, taunting sound. "I'm going to have fun ripping you to pieces," she grinned, a terrifying sight on a face that was obviously tainted by the dark side. Her sick was darkened, her eyes nearly blood red, telling of her corruption. A moment later, her red blade spring to life, as did both of Alethea's blades. The Sith leapt towards them, but at the last second, rather than going toward Alethea, she pushed her to the side and came down toward Thal-ion.<br/><br/>Alethea landed on her feet and reached out with the Force, pulling Dar'ia back just before her blade would have come into contact with Thal-ion, flinging her several yards away. She stole a glance at her partner, to put her mind at ease that he hadn't been harmed, then returned her attention to the Sith, who was pulling herself up off the ground, looking thoroughly pissed off.