"Under the circumstances - that sounds like a terrific idea," Thal-ion responded back before closing the comm unit with the flick of a switch.<br/><br/>He gazed back at the unconscious Alliance officer, and decided to see if he could find some kind of identification on him.  It didn't take long.  Attached to the man's lab coat was a name badge complete with position and rank.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Lt. Commander Ander Dumas<br/>Temporal Lab Technician - Class 2</span><br/><br/>Thal-ion did not know many people in the Alliance military; so the name meant zero to him.  The position, however, was not a good sign:  Temporal Lab Technician - Class 2.  Whoever this man was; he was at least partly responsible for the raging temporal storm they were even now racing away from.  As the man slept; the young Jedi glanced over his facial features.  It was a gentle face...one that seemed more use to dealing with academics than combat.  There was not a sense about him in the Force as to being dangerous, but Thal-ion's guard was still up.  This was an exceptionally strange situation, and all was not likely as it appeared.<br/><br/>A couple of things sprang to his mind as to why the Alliance would have an officer aboard that station.  The first was the most obvious answer:  he was there as part of the Alliance team who designed the station to create this storm...for whatever reason.  There was, however, a second possibility.  Lieutenant Commander Dumas could have been part of an investigation team sent by the Alliance to ascertain the station's potential from some other group or powerful person.  The chance even existed that Ander was a captured technician in the pay of the Alliance military, but forced to work for whoever was really running things on that station.<br/><br/>None of those three options in his mind were good ones.  Each one held grave consequences and indicated some rather dangerous possibilities.  He could, of course, do nothing really until the man woke up.  Which seemed to be soon; for Thal-ion soon heard him stir and moan quietly as if he were coming to.  For a reason he could not immediately fathom, but did not shake away...the idea of having his lightsaber out came to his mind.  Thus, Thal-ion pulled up a chair from the dejark table, and smoothly pulled out his lightsaber...letting it rest lightly in his lab with his hands.<br/><br/>Another moan...slightly louder than the first, and the first moment of blinking his eyes.  Ander was awakening.  Thal-ion let a tiny tendril of thought touch his partner to inform her of their patient awakening.  He knew she would want to be here for this, and hoped she had found a place for them to remain out of the way.