Johte's whole body gave a jerk as he snapped awake almost instantly, without any of the slow or groggy sense of someone rising from sleep, his body coiled and alert, his cybernetics humming.  Even as he jolted awake his hand flew to his lightsaber, though he stopped just short of igniting it, his thumb poised over the trigger.<br/><br/>"Procion," he said, and though his tone was casual there was a subtle undercurrent, a steely edge of warning.  "What are you doing?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>