Thal-ion peeked around the corner into the docking bay when they had made it that far.  He wondered where the security was between there, but then sensed the battle involving two Jedi as they rescued the Queen and her court.  Inside the docking bay were about a dozen or so battle droids...much like the ones he had seen in holo-images of this time period.  From what he remembered about them; they were almost completely unable to have independent thought, and were rather poor shots...not too mention brittle.  He smiled over at Alethea for a moment as he nodded to what awaited them in the bay.  After facing two Sith - this would be purely simple.  To the left were a group of personnel in uniform indicating they were a part of the guards or pilots working for the defense of Naboo.  These were held in a containment area lightly guarded by a couple of battle droids.  In the center of the bay sat a sleek Nubian ship the young Sentinel had seen in records as the Queen's Royal Transport.  He doubted it had any weapons aboard, but from what he remembered...she was agile and fast.  Of course, they had their own ship.<br/><br/>At that, Thal-ion suddenly paused.  What the blazes in the Force were they to do about their own ship?  Sure, she would be about right for this time period other than her massive upgrades, but if they left her behind - they were asking for trouble.<br/><br/>"We had better hope we can convince them to drop us off at our ship; or we are going to have problems later," Thal-ion noted as he explained what had suddenly dawned on him to draw such a pensive expression.  "Leave that behind, and we might as well hand the timeline over to the enemy."  He could sense the two Jedi getting closer.  "Shall we," he motioned towards the droids.<br/><br/>With that said, the young Sentinel charged into the docking bay and leaped across to attack the droids on duty surrounding the prisoners...his emerald blade flashing as he caught his opponents flat.  A cry of surprise and relief went up from the prisoners as they were swiftly set free with a quick chop to the controls.  Blasters were scrambled for as they got to their feet while Thal-ion continued to turn his targets into scrap metal.  One droid's shot came close to hitting him, but he deflected it back at his foe taking the droid's head off with the return.  Though he had felt tired from the two massive duels; the Force flowed through him easily...as if something had changed...an increase in focus, strength...something which allowed him to flow smoothly in the battle as never before.  Prisoners were already fighting back even as Thal-ion noted two Jedi striding in with the Queen's party behind them.  The last of the droids was already down by then, and the prisoners were rushing to board the Queen's transport to get it ready.<br/><br/>He glanced over at Alethea - knowing she had already done her part in securing the ship from those droids that had guarded it, and gulped as he looked back at the approaching Master Qui-gon Jinn.  Disengaging his blade; the young Sentinel made his way over to Alethea to greet the party as it arrived.<br/><br/>"The ship is secure, Master.  We should board at once.  Your Majesty, we are at your service," Thal-ion stated to the two superiors before him.  Before either could inquire; Thal-ion continued, "All we be answered later if we can, but for now we dare not delay.  Once aboard and away, we ask only that you drop us off at our ship so that we may escort you to Coruscant."<br/><br/>Qui-gon seemed to consider this for a moment with his lips pursed into a thin line, but the Queen replied instead with a nod, "We are grateful for your assistance, and will do as you request."<br/><br/>Escorting the group aboard; the young Sentinel went forward to the cockpit where a pilot already sat.  "Do us all a favor, and record everything as we fly over to our ship here at these coordinates," he explained.  "Trust me...those recordings will come in handy," Thal-ion said with reassurance - though he did not understand why he gave such an instruction.  It felt as if it had come from the Force, and that was good enough for him.<br/><br/>The pilot, however, nodded in agreement.  "Good thinking!  Her Majesty will need all the evidence she can get for the Senate," Ric Olie stated, and took care of the necessary adjustments to turn on the cameras.