Adventures of Lyta and Ivanova Part 13 of ---(WIP)

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   "I think, General Marsh, you may have just stepped over the line," 
said Sanchez. "You threatened the man for no good reason. If he’s doing 
what Leftcourt instructed, you may have to eat everything you just said."

   "What’s your point?"

   "Leftcourt wants this Board of Inquiry to leave no doubt in anyone's 
mind that it did the best job of getting out the truth of the situation 
possible. Here we have a legal investigator and top notch prosecutor trying 
his level best to tear Ivanova down and failing, so far. He's probably 
Leftcourt's pit bull. He certainly looks like it. He has been led to believe 
the general really wants her cut down to size, and he’s trying to do just that."

   "He’s trying to do his job and I am crapping all over him. Is that what 
you’re saying? What is Leftcourt trying to do anyway?"

   "I can only guess, but I may not even be in the ballpark. We’re going 
to lose Conrad and that’s a damned shame. I know his record. He’s about 
the best legal investigator in Earthforce, and because of you he’s calling 
it quits," said Sanchez.

   "So what?"

   "Now. Nothing. He’s not listening to anything you say anymore. Maybe 
you should have asked him why he was with Lyta, first. There may have been 
a good reason. What if, just for argument's sake, he went for a walk, and 
there wasn't anyone handy to escort him, and while he’s walking, he runs 
into her, and she reminds him that he needs an escort, and she volunteers,
 and since he is out and she is a rather beautiful woman, he takes her to 
dinner. Then they’re filmed and put on screen with voice-overs and talking 
heads making all the noise. Just suppose," said Sanchez, hesitating for a 
moment. "Did you actually listen to the crap they were spewing? It was all 
speculation and conjecture. There wasn't one shred of real information in 
the whole damned broadcast, except the part about her and Ivanova being 
friends. Damn it Arthur, you’re a lawyer, think like one!"

   "What’re we going to do about Conrad?"

   "What do you mean, we, white man? I’m not going to do anything, and I 
think you have done enough already."

   There was a noise behind them as the communications system printed out 
a message hardcopy. 

   Sanchez stepped over to the panel and tore off the paper. It was addressed 
to General Leftcourt and carbon copied to Generals Sanchez and Marsh. It was 
short and to the point. It requested transfer to the retired list as soon as 
the inquiry was finished. If that wasn't possible, then the message was to be 
considered the official resignation of Captain Jason Conrad immediately upon
the completion of the Board of Inquiry.

   "I think this says it all, Arthur. You don't need to give it anymore 
thought. You probably have your own copy in your quarters." 

   Sanchez handed the paper to Marsh. 

   "He wasn't bluffing."

   "You had any doubts that he was serious?"

   "Not anymore," responded Marsh.

   "I’m going to try and see Lyta Alexander. I’m curious about last 
evening."

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   "Thank you for having lunch with me, Miss Alexander," said Sanchez.

   "What can I do for you, general?"

   "You and Captain Conrad had dinner last night."

   She smiled and laughed. "It was just a chance meeting, general. He was 
out walking, so deep in thought, he didn't even hear me when I first greeted 
him. He had forgotten about getting an escort, so I told him I would be his 
escort, since I’m a telepath and I’m supplying the teeps that’re escorting 
your people. He offered that for my trouble, the least he could do was buy 
me dinner and drinks. I accepted. After dinner, we went walking in the gardens, 
and he told me about growing up, joining Earthforce, what his dreams had been, 
and how he regretted never having married. I think he just needed someone, 
anyone, to talk to. He seemed in good spirits when I left him at the door to 
his quarters. I saw the ISN piece. It was garbage. I hope he isn't in any 
kind of trouble. It was just an innocent chance meeting."

   "No. He isn't in any trouble. I was just curious."

   "Just as long as you aren't jealous."

   "Nothing like that, Miss Alexander."

   Lyta attacked her sandwich and soup with gusto. And studied Sanchez's 
face. He was lying. Conrad had gotten into trouble, big time. If he hadn't, 
they wouldn't be having this conversation. She lowered her blocks like Maya 
was always telling her to. There it was loud and clear, Conrad had submitted 
his resignation. Sanchez was worried about what Leftcourt would do as a 
result of the situation. He was worried for himself, but even more so for 
Marsh. 

   "A credit for your thoughts."

   "No, you don't want to know my thoughts, general."
 
   "Yes, I do want to know your thoughts. Why’re you lying about Conrad? 
What’re you afraid Leftcourt will do to you and Marsh when he finds out 
what you’re doing to Conrad? Are sure you want to hear more?"

   "It’s illegal for you to scan me."

   "Yes it is, but I haven't scanned you. You’re broadcasting your thoughts 
so loudly, I could sense them even if I was at the other end of the station. 
Psi Corps never made it public knowledge that a decent teep doesn't have to 
scan a normal to hear their surface thoughts. We learn to put up walls to 
keep those thoughts out. That's why my people escort yours, general. If we 
jam, then a regular teep can't hear your people’s stray thoughts. Right now 
I’m jamming anyone from hearing your thoughts. That was the deal we made. 
I intend to keep it."

   "I think Leftcourt is running mine and Marsh's teams in the blind. I 
think Conrad was supposed to really try to take Captain Ivanova down. He’s 
one of our very best legal investigators and has a very impressive record 
of delivering the goods, so to speak. If he can't nail Ivanova, then no one 
can. It’ll leave her squeaky clean. I think that's exactly what Leftcourt 
wants. Captain Conrad will follow whatever orders Leftcourt gave him to 
the letter, no matter the consequences."

   "That I do believe," responded Lyta.

   "The downside is that Marsh's actions will probably cost Conrad his career."

   Lyta was finished and rose to go, "General Sanchez. Let me leave you 
with something to think about. As my late friend Kosh might say, remember 
the question, consider the answer, the one least feared is the most 
dangerous."

   "What is that supposed to mean?"

   "Somehow, general, I don't think you would have liked Kosh." After 
saying that, she walked away, leaving Sanchez with his mouth open, prepared 
to talk, but having no one to listen.

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   It had been ten days since Lyta had last talked with Sanchez. She 
was visiting Susan on her ship.

   "Susan. Has anyone told you this is a very large ship?" asked Lyta.

   "Only everyone who visits it for the first time. To what do I owe the 
honor of this visit?"

   "Nothing in particular. I just wanted to see where you work."

   "I’ve just been told that General Leftcourt will be arriving on Babylon 
5 later this afternoon."

   "Isn't he the guy I screwed up with the teepsicles at the end of the 
civil war?"

   "He's the one. Would you care to meet him?"

   "If it doesn't require any effort on your part. Aren't you supposed to 
be grilled tomorrow?"

   "Yep. Obviously he and a few really senior staff members are here to 
enjoy the show. He called me and asked me to cooperate with the investigators 
when this thing began. I knew they wanted my blood, but I let myself believe 
it would be a fair inquiry. Get out your stupid crayon and color me all over."

   "You really think they want to tear you down?"

   "Is the pope catholic?"

   "Do you want me to be there?"

   "What could you do?... Let me rephrase that. I don't think they’ll allow 
you in, security and all that."

   "Who do you think is providing them with most of their security?"

   "YOU!"

   Lyta nodded.

   "I'll be damned."

   "I don't doubt that at all."

   "It might not be a good idea. John is going to be there with Delenn. 
I’m afraid of what he’s going to witness."

   "They aren't here yet, are they?"

   "No. They’ll probably arrive this evening."
   
   "You're right, it’ll be better if I don't go. I’ll watch from my quarters."

   "I almost forgot, you can do that, can't you?"

   Lyta smiled.

   "You want the nickel tour?"

   "If you let Commander Owens escort me, I'll go for the quarter tour. It 
won't hurt to let some of your crew drool."

   "Let me see what I can do." She used her hand comm. unit and called Owens. 
He was happy to be her escort.

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   Owens and Lyta had been walking the ship for almost an hour when they 
heard the ship's intercom broadcast an emergency and order medical personnel 
to the required location.

   "That's just up ahead Lyta," said Owens quickening his pace in to a slow run.

   Lyta stopped where she was. Dropping her blocks she was mentally assaulted 
by the intense thoughts of people in extreme pain. Tapping into one set of 
thoughts Lyta could "see" the reason for the emergency. Two crewmembers 
were trapped under a fallen I-beam support structure. It had broken loose 
while having its supports reinforced. As she finished analyzing the situation,
the medical response team and damage control party arrived on the scene. 

   The medical team quickly assessed the conditions of the crewmembers and 
determined that without immediate emergency surgery they wouldn't make it. 
The damage control party was desperately looking for some means to move the 
beam. They quickly sent for heavy jacks and cutting equipment, but the 
medical team leader told them it would take too long.

   Lyta had assessed the condition of the crewmembers and knew they would 
never make it out alive. She had a decision to make. It was none of her 
business, and it could inadvertently reveal more than she could afford. 
Knowing it could screw up her plans, she decided. Concentrating hard, she 
willed the metal beam to literally dissolve and at the same time she 
mentally reached into the bodies of the crewmembers and closed off the 
internal bleeding. 

   The noise coming from the area of the accident ceased as awe struck men 
and women watched as the huge I-beam reduced itself to metal dust. The 
medical team wasted no time getting the injured personnel onto stretchers, 
and moving toward the ships sickbay.

   Lyta walked up to the accident area and looked around. "I guess, I missed 
all the excitement?"

   One of the damage control party looked at her strangely and asked, "What 
are you doing in this area?"

   "She's with me, ensign. We were just down the passageway when the 
accident occurred."

   "I didn't mean to get in the way, Pat."

   "You aren't. The ensign is under a lot of stress. You wouldn't believe 
what just happened."

   "I'll take your word for that," answered Lyta.

   "I’m afraid I must cut our tour short, Lyta. I need to make a complete 
report of the accident and tell the captain. She’s not going to be happy."

   "Not losing her crewmembers will go a long way toward her not feeling 
too badly. Accidents do happen."

   "We don't even know how badly they’re hurt. How come you’re so sure they 
will be all right?"

   "Just a feeling, Pat. Just a feeling."

   "...and that's about it, Captain Ivanova. I cut the tour short to get 
working on the report and inform you."

   "You say the beam just dissolved into metal dust?"

   "Yes sir. I need to get on the report, captain." 
    
   Commander Owens started to walk away, and barely heard Susan say in a 
low voice to Lyta, "Thanks, Lyta. That's two more I owe you."

   Turning his head to look back, he saw Lyta smile at Susan in response 
and wondered.

   "You don't owe me, Susan."

   "I know and that bothers me."

   "Why?"

   "You never ask for anything?"

   "If that's all that bothers you, you have nothing to worry about."

   "I have been notified that Commander Owens will be in the hot seat first 
then me. I get to be the finale. I’ve also been informed that I’m being 
relieved of command."

   "When?"

   "I was informed that it’ll be after the Board of Inquiry is finished. 
Talk about telegraphing the outcome, I don't suppose there’s much doubt what 
the final report’s going to look like."

   "They did it to Sheridan, and he literally saved the whole damned planet. 
Don't worry Susan. I can always use someone with your talents, and I pay a 
hell of a lot better that Earthforce."

   Looking sideways at her friend she said, "You’re joking." Then seeing 
the look on Lyta's face, she remarked, "You’re not joking!"

   "I’m a businesswoman, Susan, a damned good one. I only hire the best."

   "Lyta, I have to get ready for tomorrow. Maybe I can finish your tour 
before they take her away from me."

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   It was all over ISN by noon. It had been leaked that the Chairman of 
the JCS was going to be observing the questioning of Captain Susan Ivanova 
and her XO, Patrick Owens during the final days of the Board of Inquiry 
about the attack on Babylon 5. It was learned from anonymous, highly placed 
sources that it had already been decided to relieve Captain Susan Ivanova 
of command of the EAS Ares. It was also being reported that the number of 
high ranking officers was to enable, an immediate court martial of Captain 
Ivanova for failure to follow orders, endangering the Ares, and damaging EA 
property. The experts and talking heads, using much stock footage and what 
little video the networks and newspapers had been able to shoot on Babylon 
5, were having a real field day with Ivanova's reputation, family name, and 
friends, including John and Delenn Sheridan, Michael Garibaldi and especially, 
the terrorist, Lyta Alexander. It was worse than a feeding frenzy by hungry 
sharks or piranhas. At some point, the news media seemed to be reporting on 
one another's reports.

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    In Leftcourt's quarters, Sanchez and Marsh were discussing the coming 
events.

   "I thought we were trying to keep the media from getting hold of this 
general?" said Sanchez.

   "You have done exactly that, and done it well. But, I’m not sure using 
this Alexander woman's telepaths for your security was the best idea in 
the world."

   "Maybe not," offered Marsh, "But it has kept media leaks down to zero, 
since we’ve been using them. We know they haven't talked to anyone because 
none of our actions have made it into the news." 

   "There is that. Where do we stand concerning Captain Ivanova?"

   "Conrad has been unable to turn up anything to use against her, but he 
tells me he’s going to try a different approach on her XO. Something about 
her flouting safety precautions and hiding classified data from Earthforce."

   "Sounds like I made a good choice sending him here. I’m going to hate 
like hell losing him. I don't suppose either of you want to explain what’s 
driving him, do you? If you don't, that's okay. I’ll find out eventually."

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   Lyta was walking down a passage way heading for the station park area 
with Maya in tow. She intended to spend some quality time with her daughter. 
They were walking amongst the trimmed hedgerows and talking about Susan's 
upcoming birthday.

   "Why are you interested in Aunt Susan's birthday," said Lyta.

   "It is a good reason to have ice cream and cake," responded Maya.

   "For all your Vorlon heritage, that sounds like a little human girl talking."

   "Gee whiz mom, just because of my heritage, it doesn't mean I can't 
enjoy things."

   "What kind of cake did you have in mind?"

   "You mean, I have a choice?"

   "Of course; however, you might want to ask Aunt Susan what kind she likes."

   Looking sideways at her mom, she answered, "That seems fair enough."

   "Maya, have you ‘assisted’ Susan and Lochley with getting along with 
Charles and Larry?"

   "No, you said not to. I like it, but I did not help it. When are we going home?"

   "I have a couple of more weeks work. There are more telepath problems 
here than I first thought."

   They were approaching the child play area of the park and Lyta looked 
for something to sit on. She found a standard park bench. Maya proceeded 
to the play area and started climbing the monkey bars.

   Lyta closed her eyes and relaxed. She could sense any danger, long before 
it became a threat.

   She was letting her senses wander all over the station. She was aware of 
the petty and not so petty crimes being committed from all over the station.

   She was jarred back to her position on the bench by laughing female voice. 
She knew who it belonged to, Susan.

   "Lyta, if you’re sleepy, you have a bed," joked Susan.

   "Hello, Susan. What brings you to the kiddy area?"

   "Charley and I’ve just out for a walk. I didn't know the park had a 
children's play area."

   "Since you don't have kids, that's understandable."

   "Boss, you looked like you were zonked out."

   "I was practicing letting my senses wander over large areas.”

   "You’re the nosy neighbor to end all nosy neighbors," commented Susan. 
She continued, "If you were letting your senses wander, did you pick up on 
my queasy stomach?"

   "No. Why?"

   "I been heaving my guts up more or less all day. It started yesterday."

   "Maybe it's stress about tomorrow."

   "I haven't felt stressed. I've been too busy."

   "Stop by MedLab 1 and ask Dr. Hobbes or one of her staff?"

   "I'll do just that."

   "Why don't you have dinner with us?" asked Charles.

   "I didn't realize it was that time of evening."

   "It's a little early, but since you have Maya with you."

   At the mention of Maya, Lyta looked to see what she was doing. Hanging 
upside down just like the typical kid, and laughing up a storm with another
child, who was already there playing when she arrived.

   "I don't think she's ready to leave, just yet."

   "You can meet us later," said Susan.

   "When and where?" asked Lyta.

  "I'll let you know," answered Charles.

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   John and Delenn Sheridan walked through familiar surroundings when 
they exited the customs/immigration area of the arrival/departure area 
of Babylon 5. Their ranger body guard was about three meters in front of 
and two meters behind them.

   Lochley met them as they cleared the customs area.

   "You didn't have to meet us, Elizabeth," said John.

   "Protocol, Mr. President."

   "We aren't here in an official capacity, Elizabeth. I’m here to see an 
old friend."

   "The way things are going, I’m sure a friendly face will be welcome to 
her. Hello, Delenn."

   With a small bow, she replied, "Greetings, captain."

   An older man with white hair cut marine boot camp style, stepped close, 
and said warmly, "Hello, John."

   "General Leftcourt. What brings you all the way out here?" asked Sheridan.

   "Business, John. I’m presiding over Ivanova's change of command. She 
just doesn't know it, yet."

   "I have been watching ISN and I haven't heard that term, not even once. 
All I have heard is the speculation about why she’s being relieved of command."

   "Let's talk about this somewhere else, John."

   "Delenn?"

   "I want to see Lyta, if I can."

   The men walked away leaving Lochley, Delenn and a pair of bodyguards 
standing just outside the customs area.

   "You have a question, captain?"

   "Your relationship with Lyta, how did it come about?"

   Smiling, Delenn explained that her first dealings with Lyta had been 
before she had scanned Kosh. Lyta was then a commercial telepath and she 
had done a number of jobs for her. They had even shared a few meals and she 
had been impressed with Lyta's integrity. Lyta had been recalled from Babylon 
5 to Psi Corps headquarters, and that was the last she had been seen for 
almost two years. When she returned to Babylon 5, she was a rogue telepath 
on the run, but first she had to expose a Psi Corps mole on the station, 
who presented a danger to the command crew. She had used her to get the 
necessary meeting with the station staff. It turned out that the station 
commercial telepath was the mole and Lyta exposed her just before she 
could become a member of the station command staff inner circle with all 
that foreshadowed.

   "She put herself in extreme danger for people she didn't even know?" 
asked Lochley.

   "That surprises you," said Delenn.

   "Yes. It does. Well, it would have before, but not now."

   "What changed your mind?"

   "She had plenty of time to get her people off the station before the 
attack. She chose not to. Instead, she helped us defeat the Drakh. That 
says something about her."

   "Yes it does. It says she doesn't like Drakh. How do you know it was her?"

   "Draal told me and Captain Ivanova."

   "You know how to find Lyta, so I’m going back to work, Delenn."

   "Are you going to attend the Ivanova crucifixion, tomorrow?"

   "I hadn't planned on it, but now, I’m not so sure. I have to think about it."

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   "Tell me, general, just what the hell is going on? I thought this was to 
be a Board of Inquiry, not the reincarnation of the Spanish Inquisition," 
said Sheridan.

   "It was, John. I think I got too smart for my own good," he said, then 
added, "Can we talk about this over a drink? I have some very good stuff 
in my quarters," responded Leftcourt.

   Sitting on the couch in the general's quarters, Sheridan nursed his 
drink waiting for Leftcourt to answer the question, he had asked as they 
were leaving the customs area.

   Playing with his drink, Leftcourt spent several minutes thinking about 
his response. 

   The door chimes sounded and Leftcourt said, "Come in."

   Sanchez and Marsh entered the room. Leftcourt indicated the bar and told 
them to serve themselves.

   "What’re they here for, Tom?" asked Sheridan.

   "I want them to tell you how things have gone since the board started 
its work. Then I’ll explain what I was trying to do. Then we’ll try to 
determine how the train got off the track," responded Leftcourt.

   "You go first, Arthur," said Sanchez.

   It didn't take long for Marsh and Sanchez to paint a picture of an 
ordinary board of inquiry that had somehow became an all out quest for 
the head of Captain Susan Ivanova.

   Leftcourt explained that Captain Conrad was supposed to investigate 
Susan and provide her with a clean bill of health. "I thought having 
someone honestly trying to find fault with her, who wasn't under the 
direct control of Generals Marsh and Sanchez would be the best way to 
exonerate her, of any charges that might be dreamed up, by anyone trying 
to make political points out of the attack. Apparently I was mistaken, and 
some very good people are going to be ruined because of it."

  "You said ‘people’ general. Who else besides Susan is going to suffer?"

  "I’m losing Captain Conrad because of General Marsh and probably Susan 
on general principles. I don't see how she’ll be able to trust anyone after 
this debacle. That’s two of the best at what they do. I'd say that’s a 
heavy price for someone doing what was the right thing. How high is too 
high, John?"

   "Losing either of them is too high, Tom. There has to be a better way."

   "Conrad has already submitted his resignation papers to the Bureau of 
Earthforce Personnel. I expect to see a response before the board finishes 
its job."

   "I pulled your chestnuts out of the fire concerning Clarke and his 
cronies, but this is outside my purview," responded Sheridan. "I’ll be 
observing tomorrow. I want to see just what kind of circus this has 
become."

   There was silence for a few minutes, then Sheridan asked, "Tom. You 
remember the fiasco at Mars during the civil war?"

   "You’re never going to let me forget about that. Are you?" he asked.

   "That isn't why I brought it up."

   "How did you ever manage to control those telepaths to get them to do 
what they did?"

   "I didn't."

   "Would you mind explaining it for me?"

   "You watched ISN and other newscasts and read the papers during the 
telepath war?"

   "Yes. So?"

   "Remember the young woman they touted as the rogue leader?"
   
   "Yes. She would be hard to forget. Knockout redhead, if memory serves me."

   "Blame her. She awakened and controlled them until they merged with
your ships' systems, and she did it, while standing outside a bunker on 
the surface of Mars."

   "Bull, John. No telepath is that strong. Not even a top psi cop could 
pull that off."

   "You asked, and I told you the truth. If you choose not to believe me, 
that's your business. If you want to meet her, she’s on the station."

   "I thought she’s still wanted for her activities during the war."

   "There’s an active warrant outstanding for her arrest. You can make points 
by arresting her and returning her to Earth. She’s here on a diplomatic 
passport, but that shouldn't be a problem. There’s also a hundred thousand 
credit reward being offered by private parties for her, dead or alive."

   "A hundred thousand credits and she’s loose under everyone's nose. Why 
hasn't anyone tried to take her in?"

   "Who says they haven't?"

   "I’ve never heard anything about such an effort."

   "Tom, dead men tell no tales," replied Sheridan.

   "She’s dangerous."

   Sheridan nodded assent.

   Leftcourt looked at Marsh and Sanchez. "This is the woman handling your 
security?"

   "Yes sir, and she is doing a very good job of it," answered Sanchez.

   "Tom. If she contracted to supply security, she will do a very good job 
of it. Whatever else she might be, a security risk isn't one of them," 
commented Sheridan. Then he added, "I wouldn't hesitate to use her services, 
if I needed them."

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   "Do I get to go to dinner with you and Aunt Susan?" asked Maya, as she 
and Lyta took a long walk back to her quarters.

   "Yes, you do, sweetheart."

   "I have a secret."

   "Do you want to share it?"

   "Yes, but you have to promise not to tell anyone?"

   "You have my word, sweetheart. What’s the secret?"

   "Aunt Susan is pregnant."

   Looking stunned at this announcement, Lyta asked, "How do you know?"

   "I just do. There is a life force inside her. I can sense it, but it 
isn't complete."

   "Does she know?"

   "No. I would be able to feel it if she did."

  "I won't tell her, but it does explain her being sick and throwing up."

   "Aunt Susan is sick?"

   "It's called ‘morning sickness’. Why I'll never know, since it occurs at 
all times of the day. It’s part of being pregnant."

   "Then, I don't ever want to be pregnant."

   "If I'd felt like that, you wouldn't be here."

   "I am here, so you must of not minded."

   "Wrong, oh, young one. I didn't learn about it, until I was already 
pregnant with you. So, there."

   Upon returning to her quarters, Lyta found the waiting message image 
blinking on the communications panel screen. "Accept messages," she said.

   The image of Delenn greeted her and said, "I stopped by, Lyta, but you 
were out. Please give me a call when you return."

   Lyta made tea, then placed a return call to Delenn. The image of Delenn 
came on the screen.

   "Hello, Delenn. I see you’re here for the crucifixion of Ivanova. What 
can I do for you?"

   "I thought you might have dinner with me."

   "I have a dinner date, sort of. It’s with Susan and her boyfriend. I and 
Maya were invited. I’m sure you’ll be more than welcome. I don't know what 
time, but I expect it to be early, since Maya is going."

   "It sounds good. With you present, I won't need my bodyguards."

   "You give me too much credit, Delenn."

   "Call me when you know when and where," replied Delenn, closing the 
channel out.

   "Mom, that was Aunt Delenn?"

   "Yes, it was, sweets."

   "That thing on her head looks like a crown."

   "It’s what remained of her head bone after her transformation."

   "What was she before?"

   "She was a full blooded Minbari female. Now she is about half Minbari 
and half human."

   "We’re human, right?"

   "Not exactly."

   "I look like a human, and so do you?" 

   "Everybody is not always what they appear, especially us. I’ll explain 
when you’re older."

   "It's because of the Vorlon heritage, isn't it?"

   "Yes it is, dear."

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END PART 13