Address criticisms to [xazqrten@cox.net]. Without it, there can't be any improvement.

All characters/places/persons not belonging to the writer are the sole properties of their owners, PTEN, WB, JMS, and will be turned over to the owners at the request of their agents. All other characters/places/persons are public domain.

"Captain Fredricks, I have something at the extreme edge of our scanners' range," said the console operator.

"Show me," responded Captain Fredricks. Just then he felt a presence touch his mind. It was fleeting, then it was gone, but it had been real. Looking at the console screen he saw nothing, but his mind suddenly reeled under the assault of someone or something so powerful it almost caused him to lose consciousness. Looking at the operator, his look asked the question.

"It was there, sir. It just vanished," responded the operator.

"Did you feel that?" Asked Fredricks, as his command chair communications system started to chirp rapidly with incoming calls. The console operator nodded yes.

"Navigator, take us to the area where that blip was last seen," ordered Fredricks. "Communications, get headquarters on the horn."

********************************

"G'Kar? Do you have anything on sensors?" Asked Lyta from the back portion of the ship.

"No. Why?"

"I am sensing people. Humans. Telepaths," replied Lyta.

"Nothing is showing anywhere. Your senses are much more sensitive than the ship's scanners," replied the Narn.

Concentrating hard, Lyta suddenly said, "It's a ship full of telepaths. It’s Psi Corps and there are psi cops onboard." She immediately moved their ship from hyperspace to normal space.

"That move should lose them," said Lyta. "We’re so far away from anything, I can only sense us."

G'Kar moved the ship away from the point where they had exited hyperspace. If the ship tried to find them, it would be much harder this way.

**************************

"Captain Fredericks. This had better be important," said the psi cop on his communications screen. You could compromise your location.

Fredricks recounted his encounter with the ship they had detected, if that was what it had been.

The psi cop was obviously interested. "We’ll get back to you, shortly. Follow if possible, but don't try to intercept."

"Are we in the area from which they disappeared?" He asked the sensor console operator.

"Yes sir. As near as we can compute, this is where they were when they vanished," replied the operator.

"Navigator, hold this position until further notice," ordered the captain, going into his ready room. A few minutes later he was joined by his head of intelligence. He explained the situation to his friend. "What do you think, Brad?” He asked.

"I think we stumbled onto something. It’s impossible to determine what without more information. One thing’s sure; it’s important and all we can do is wait," replied his friend.

They were just finishing their second cup of 'coffee' when the intercom chimed. "Go," said the captain.

"Captain, it’s headquarters," came the reply.

"Patch it in here," he answered.

The face on the communications screen was a different psi cop. "Mr. Bester. What can I do for you?" Asked Fredericks.

"I am sorry, Captain, but you are not to try intercepting the ship you detected. Send us a copy of your intercept records and go back to your normal routine. We will handle any further investigation," replied Bester.

"Not to press a point, but why?" Asked Fredericks.

"If you insist. We believe, based on your report that the ship may have a rogue telepath named Lyta Alexander aboard. It isn't public record yet, but she is the leader of the 'Remember Byron' Movement. She is wanted, but she is too dangerous to be apprehended in a normal fashion. She presents an unacceptable danger to you and your crew," answered Bester.

"With all due respect, Mr. Bester, we have two squadrons of fighters aboard this ship. We aren't exactly helpless," pointed out the captain.

"You have your orders, Captain Fredericks. Make no mistake, Lyta Alexander is more dangerous than you can possibly imagine. Leave this to us. Headquarters out." With that the link was severed.

"I think that was rather succinct, Bill," said his friend. "He didn't leave any wiggle room for interpretation."

"Brad, just who the hell is Lyta Alexander?" Asked Fredericks.

"Pull it up on your monitor, Bill. I’ll get some files from my off-line computer that aren't part of the regular Psi Corps database," replied Brad leaving the ready room.

Ten minutes later Brad returned with a data crystal that he put into the communication system read/write unit. Between the two different data sources there was some interesting information on Ms. Alexander.

"For my money, Bill, she is definitely in the ‘don't mess with’ category," said his friend. "Remember, curiosity killed the cat."

"I'm not a cat, Brad. I just find it hard to believe any telepath is so dangerous that he or she can't be caught or killed," replied Fredericks.

"Bill, you have your marching orders. I’ve heard stories about Bester. People who cross him disappear. I think you should leave this alone," said his friend.

"Your concern is noted, Brad," said Bill.

Captain Fredericks kept going over all the data he had on the Alexander woman. It only caused him to pace his ready room with indecision. He decided to tour the ship and get it out of his system. Several hours later after walking at least half the passageways on the ship and eating a slow lunch, he couldn't get the Alexander woman and her situation out of his mind.

Entering the bridge area, Captain ordered the navigator to jump to normal space.

*****************************

Several hours had passed since they had returned to normal space, and G'Kar was just starting to feel confident that they were safe, when his scanners detected a jump point being formed at the extreme edge of their sensor range.

"Lyta, they didn't give up," said G'Kar.

As Fredericks' ship entered normal space, Lyta became aware of them again. She was disappointed. She would have rather avoided a confrontation. It was apparent that someone somewhere didn't like her.

Entering the pilot's cabin, she said, "Show me."

G'Kar pointed at the edge of the screen. "I’m shutting down all our power. Maybe they’ll miss us."

**************************

With no power to its thrusters, G'Kar's ship began a slow tumble. Lyta used her telekinesis to cause the scanning beams of the mother ship and its fighters deflect away instead of returning to their source. If the Psi Corps’ ships saw anything, it would look like a small meteoroid tumbling in space.

During the search, several of the fighters had passed within weapons range of their ship without detecting it. Less than twenty-four hours after he began his search, Captain Fredericks, not realizing how lucky he had been, called it quits and returned to hyperspace.

G'Kar and Lyta waited another standard day before continuing on their way. She was thankful that their ruse had worked. They learned something while denying the enemy information. Hopefully, they would not run afoul of another Psi Corps ship. Question was, what the hell was Psi Corps doing with something that size hiding in hyperspace, and if they had one, did they have others? As soon as they reentered hyperspace, G'Kar sent an encrypted transmission to Minbar.

*******************************

Lyta dropped the ship out of hyperspace about four hundred million kilometers from the solar system's sun. The monitors immediately picked up transmissions from two planets located about a hundred-fifty million kilometers from their sun. One was orbiting thirty-two million kilometers farther away than the other. They maintained their distance from the planets while monitoring the broadcasts from them.

"They don't seem to like each other, Lyta," noted G'Kar.

"We don’t need to find ourselves in the middle of an interstellar war," came her reply.

"Why can't we just leave, mommy?" Inquired Maya.

"She’s got a good idea there," replied G'Kar.

"I want to learn as much about these peoples as I can. We don't have to become involved. Besides, G'Kar, where is your spirit of adventure?" Asked Lyta.

"You and Maya may not be able to be hurt, but I am," he replied.

"Mommy, why can't we be hurt?" Asked Maya.

"You and I are different, sweetheart. I’ll explain when you’re older. You wouldn't understand now," answered her mother.

Lyta and G’Kar had been monitoring for a month and began to get an idea of what was transpiring between the parties involved. It appeared to be a simple war for territory, only between adjacent planets instead of countries. Lyta began moving them closer to the planet's orbits. It wouldn't be too long before their ship was detected. Would the locals send someone to investigate the new intruder, or would they shoot first then send out an exploratory team? Lyta used a short hyperspace hop to put their ship in orbit around the innermost planet. She chose an orbit that put her on the planet’s side opposite the largest moon because it had an installation on it.

On the surface of the planet there was chaos in the headquarters of the planetary defense force. The sudden appearance of the ship caused an irrational reaction. A small group of craft were launched from the moon base. The intent was to intercept them.

Lyta dropped the ship into the atmosphere, at forty kilometers above the surface she leveled the flight path out and began a close up survey of the surface, while monitoring the military channels and public broadcast signals.

"Do you really think this is a wise course of action?" Asked G'Kar.

"Don't know, but it’ll get the quickest response," replied Lyta.

"Think they have anything that can reach us?"

"We’ll learn shortly. Their military communications traffic went through the roof when they first detected us, and it went even higher when I dropped us to where we are now. They’ll try something very shortly, of that I am sure," she replied.

Her statement to G'Kar was supported by the detection of a missile firing from somewhere below them on the surface. The missile was approaching at four times the speed of sound, but Lyta maintained course and altitude. At one kilometer she destroyed the missile engine. As the missile started to tumble it detonated with a one-kiloton yield. Due to their altitude the blast was minimal and the heat and radiation were deflected by the outer armor.

"Lyta, there are more missiles on the way," noted G'Kar.

As the missiles approached to within one kilometer, Lyta phased the ship into hyperspace and back as the missiles reached an altitude several kilometers above their position. From the ground tracking stations it appeared that the missiles had passed through the ship without exploding.

"Well, now we know how high they can shoot," commented Lyta.

A moment later a very high power weapons laser from a ground site illuminated the ship, but was reflected away.

"These aren't the friendliest people we’ve ever encountered, Lyta."

"It doesn't make sense. We’re obviously not from their sister planet and their weapons have proven ineffective, yet, they continue shooting at us."

"Lyta, war never has to make sense. If logic prevailed, wars would be fewer and farther between."

"I’m going down for a closer look," she said, and the ship dropped like a broken elevator. Lyta leveled off at less than two kilometers and reduced speed to eleven hundred kilometers per hour. At that speed the ship was well past a point on the ground before an observer heard the sound.

The military sent up fighter craft to intercept the ship, but the craft lost power and fell away before getting within missile range.

Lyta opened communications trying to get any response. There was none. Even though she was monitoring many channels both military and civilian, she detected nothing that could be interpreted as communication directed at them. She elected for the direct approach.

As they flew over the planetary capital, she located the building that functioned as the center of government leadership on the planet and set the ship down on a very large patch of open ground directly in front of it. She landed with the ship facing the building.

"Now we wait again, G'Kar."

"I'll bet these natives aren't as friendly as those on Glenthor."

"Not with me you won't," replied Lyta.

It wasn't very long before helicopter type craft were circling overhead, above them were fixed wing craft like those that had tried to intercept them earlier. Shortly after G’Kar landed, armored vehicles with wicked looking guns mounted on them arrived, followed by vehicles that had to be tanks and heavy weapons.

"I don't like the looks of this Lyta!"

"You sound worried G'Kar," she replied. "Ever wonder what would happen if you opened a jump point at ground level on a planet with an atmosphere?"

"You wouldn't. Would you?"

"So far, we’ve done nothing to harm these people, in spite of them firing nuclear tipped missiles at us. We have tried to communicate with them and all we get is attacked. We obviously are far more advanced than their enemy, so what gives?" As Lyta finished talking, she became aware that the ship couldn’t stand up to the heavy weapons that were in the process of being fired at them the ship. She used her telekinesis to reinforce the armor composing the ship’s outer hull. Even with this reinforcement the ship rocked under the impact of the shells from those heavy weapons. "Looks like you would’ve had a safe bet, G'Kar, even if you had given odds.”

"Mommy, I’m afraid!"

"Don't worry, sweetheart. Mommy won't let them hurt you," answered Lyta.

"How about me. Will you let them hurt me?" Asked G'Kar.

"No! G'Kar!" Said Lyta, with a grimaced expression.

The ship rocked again and again under the impacts of the shells from the heavy weapons. Lyta never told G’Kar what she did that day to ensure their survival. The upgraded armor had been intended to work against spaced based energy weapons, not the heavy projectile weapons of a land army.

**********************

"Commander! Our fire has had no effect on the ship!" Exclaimed the artillery officer to his commanding officer.

"I can see that, Major. Is the heavy laser in position yet?"

"Yes sir. It will be ready to fire within two minutes."

"Good. As soon as you are ready, open fire."

In the presidential operations center deep below the presidential office building located three kilometers from where Lyta had landed, the president was being advised of the status of events, even as he watched six different video feeds from the landing site.

"Who authorized the attack on that ship?" Asked the president.

"You weren't available, so the chairman of the joint-chiefs did, sir," answered his aide.

"They have just opened fire with the heavy laser, Mr. President.”

Scowling at his aide, "I can see that."

"So far, Mr. President, none of our weapons has had any effect on the craft."

"Doesn't that scare you just a bit, Jerl?"

"No, sir," his aide responded. "It scares me a lot."

Looking at the video screens, the president, his aide and everyone else in the command center watched the powerful laser be reflected into the troops and vehicles to one side of the ship like it had been reflected off a large mirror. The results were immediate. Several vehicles carrying ammunition exploded and several dozen soldiers died either from direct exposure to the laser or as a result of the explosions.

"Get me the site commander on the horn. If their weapons are as advanced as their armor, we could be in a lot of trouble."

***************************

"I think we have seen all we need to see here, G'Kar. Let's go see what we can learn about the other planet."

"You're driving, Lyta."

***************************

"General Thal! Cease fire!" Ordered the president. "Did you try to communicate with that ship, General?"

"No, sir. We proceeded according to our standard procedure for hostile unknown vessels, Mr. President.

"What did they do that was hostile, General?"

"Nothing, Mr. President."

"You opened fire on their ship, even though they did nothing hostile. You didn't try to communicate with them? Why not?"

"There wasn't time, Mr. President."

"I’m listening to recorded transmissions from the aliens, General. They tried to communicate on most of our frequencies and were ignored. They tried for the last couple of hours, General and we ignored them!" Reiterated the president.

"Mr. President," said his aide, "the fighters are beginning a run on the ship."

"General, call off the aerial attack!" Thundered the president.

"Sir," said Jerl, "the ship is lifting off."

"General!" Shouted the president. "You are relieved of command, effectively immediately!"

On the display screens, G'Kar's ship had indeed lifted off and was hovering at fifty meters from the ground as the fighter aircraft began firing missiles. Just before the first missile impacted, G'Kar's ship seemed to fade out of existence. Its disappearance was accompanied by a tremendous thunderclap.

"Mr. President," said Jerl. "The ship; it's gone."

On the screen the president observed two things in order. The ship vanished, and the missiles that been fired at it began impacting amongst the troops and vehicles deployed around the landing site. Hundreds of troops were being killed by friendly fire. The president was furious.

*************************

"Let's go see what kind of reception we get on the other planet," said Lyta, as they entered hyperspace. "What bothers me the most, G'Kar, is they didn't even try to respond to our efforts at communication. They were terrified of our ship. Almost irrationally afraid."

"Maybe we will learn why later," responded G'Kar.

A few minutes later, they reentered normal space in a high orbit over the planet farthest from the local sun. Lyta began extensive monitoring and analysis of available signal transmissions and what data that could be derived from scans of the planet's surface.

*********************************

The president convened an emergency staff meeting just after G'Kar's ship vanished. It had taken an hour to get the joint-chiefs and the heads of the military departments assembled. The civilian cabinet members took a little longer. After all the various parties had arrived, the president had edited videos of the events surrounding the arrival and departure of the alien ship played for the gathered leaders. The alien transmissions were also played at appropriate times during the video presentation. Looking at the assembled personnel, he demanded, "What is wrong with this picture, people?"

There was a long silence from his staff and advisors.

"Why didn't we respond to their communications attempts?"

"Well, Mr. President, we have been fooled before by our enemies. They come in saying they are coming in peace and then wreak as much destruction as possible before being destroyed," answered the general he had relieved of command.

"I am aware of that. When was the last time one of them just sat and absorbed everything we could throw at them without being damaged?"

"Never. Sir," replied the general.

"Really. Their ship maneuvered in a manner neither our pilots nor the ships from Slor can match. As a matter of fact, the ships from Slor have had almost no maneuvering capability beyond very slight turns and even those take about rantrel strins(about fifty standard kilometers) to complete. I think even a retarded child would have realized these aliens couldn't have been from Slor. Their technology is obviously so advanced over ours, it isn't even funny. All you managed to do, General, was get almost a thousand troops killed by our own fire. You disobeyed a direct order to cease fire. You will be court-martialed for gross insubordination leading to slaughter of your troops."

"Mr. President," asked his secretary of state, "do you think there is any chance these aliens will return?"

"I don't know, Kstel, I certainly hope so. It could give us a chance to end the conflict with Slor. Maybe their technology, could allow us to communicate more effectively with Slor, and maybe, just maybe... Let's hope they come back, and if they do, for God's sake, don't shoot first."

The meeting lasted another two hours with protocols being reviewed and rewritten and plans for the next time the aliens appeared, if they ever did.

**********************************

"We've been monitoring this world for two weeks now, Lyta," said G'Kar. "When do you propose to go down and meet them?"

"I've been studying the languages and reading their thoughts. They’re reptilian and their viewpoints are bizarre when compared to those of other races we’ve encountered,” answered Lyta.

"I am reptilian," G'Kar reminded her.

"That's my point. We’re familiar with other reptilian races and compared to those, this one is bizarre. When we get down there, you and Maya will stay out of sight in the ship. I'll do all the meetings until we know exactly what we’re dealing with," she responded.

"What seems so bizarre, Lyta?"

"Well, these guys consider any being other than themselves as food. You can see where that might make negotiation a bit difficult. I am betting they want the other planet to use the natives for a food supply on the hoof."

"What do we do, if you can't reason with them?"

“Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it, G’Kar. I’m going reserve any decision until after I meet with them.”

G'Kar turned back to the controls and started the shuttle descending through the atmosphere. What served as a planetary capital had been thoroughly scanned and plotted out the first day they had arrived in orbit. Their attempts to communicate with the natives were successful and they had landing instructions and directions. It appeared that their landing spot was located at a commercial airport. G'Kar made the landing without incident. They waited for the local officials to arrive.

**************************************

The officials arrived outside the ship in a ground car and Lyta went out to meet them. The alien was two meters tall and looked similar to a terran velociraptor. It eyed her hungrily, but she pretended to not notice.

"Greetings," said Lyta, while watching the alien's body language and reading its surface thoughts. "Whom do I have the pleasure of addressing."

"I am the assistant to the first minister. I am to accompany you to meet with him," answered the being, opening the vehicle door for Lyta.

The trip took almost an hour. Evidently they had arrived during rush hour. The building she was taken to was imposing, only ten stories high, but the architecture was not quite like anything she had seen before. Having seen pictures of Narn buildings before the Centauri bombed the planet using mass drivers, she thought that G'Kar would probably appreciate its finer points.

************************************

"Ms. Alexander, we would love to make piece with Gohr, but they have destroyed every ship we have sent to their planet. We have made overtures using radio communications, but they simply won't negotiate with us," said the first minister.

Lyta was remembering the reception she and G'Kar had received when she had landed a few weeks before. She was also scanning the first minister's mind and knew he was shading the truth considerably.

"How many are in your party?"

"Just my daughter and my traveling companion. We travel light," replied Lyta.

"Your technology is considerably more advanced than ours. Is there any way we could obtain any of it?"

[Give him credit for being direct and to the point.] "We can't, but the Interstellar Alliance is set up to do those types of things," she answered.

"What is the Interstellar Alliance?"

"It is an alliance made up of hundreds of worlds who have formed a common commercial bond."

"Sounds interesting. We will have to look into it. Is there any reason we can't look over your ship?"

"I can't allow that," replied Lyta.

"Really. We will have to discuss this. We have you."

"Are you sure about that?" Asked Lyta, eyeing the door. She sensed security guards on the other side, so she used her telekinetic abilities to cause the door to merge with the rest of the wall until there wasn't any door.

The first minister signaled for his guards to arrest Lyta. There was much banging on the other side of the former door and the first minister looked at Lyta in puzzlement.

"As I asked, who has whom, first minister?" Asked Lyta with a big grin on her face.

Infuriated at her, the first minister started to move toward her and found he was frozen in place. He couldn't move.

"Sit down," commanded Lyta. The being complied. He tried to fight it, but his body did what Lyta commanded.

Without further hesitation Lyta performed a very deep scan on the first minister. She learned about the plans for Gohr and the population. She saw what had been planned for her and Maya and G'Kar. When she finished, the first minister was very compliant with her wishes. He used his desk intercom and called off the security guards. He then ordered up a car and escort for him and Lyta.

Lyta walked over to the former door and began returning it to its normal condition.

The first minister accompanied Lyta to the car and to G'Kar's ship. He left her at the bottom of the ship's stairway. Lyta entered the ship as the first minister and his escort departed.

"How did it go?" Asked G'Kar.

"I learned what I needed to know. The ISA and rangers are going to have to quarantine this planet. If they don't, I’ll have to destroy its population and this planet will become one very large graveyard. This race will need many thousands of years of development before they’re ready to be a part of any kind of interstellar organization," replied Lyta. "We need to inform the ISA immediately and wait for a reply."

G'Kar lifted off, and they shifted to hyperspace as they passed through the upper atmosphere. Upon entering hyperspace Lyta opened a channel to Delenn at ISA headquarters. Using the prearranged codes, she sent the information they had collected about both planets, with comments about the planet they had just left. All they could now was wait for a response.

"G'Kar, let's go back to the first planet. I think I understand their actions toward us. I would probably have responded much the same way," said Lyta.

***********************************

At home in his bedchamber, the first minister, Shortly after having fallen asleep, awoke screaming. It was the first of what would be horrendous nightmares that would haunt him every time he went to sleep for the rest of his life. It was a gift from Lyta, although he would never know that.

***********************************

Their second visit went much differently. It seemed the president couldn't apologize enough, even though Lyta assured him she understood why they responded the way they had. She and G'Kar stayed there for a month. G'Kar got to study their social and religious customs and Lyta got to meet with political and commercial leaders. G'Kar had already sent a recommendation that the ISA offer the planet membership in the organization.

****************************

On Minbar:

In IA headquarters, IA President John Sheridan was calling a meeting of the major council members. Banging his gavel he called the meeting to order. “I have received information from Citizen G’Kar about two planets in a system that isn’t listed in the IA list of known planetary systems. It lies outside of our area of influence about a quarter of the way around the galactic rim. Before you ask what we care about a system so far outside our sphere of influence, let me explain that I think it’s time we gave serious thought to expanding that sphere.”

The Drazi representative jumped and demanded, “Who will control this new system, or are we to believe it will be its own regime?”

“Yes, Mr. President, whose influence will it be under?” Queried the Narn representative. The Drazi will demand control if given the opportunity.”

“This planet will be on the same level as Glenthor. It will stand on its own.”

“Which planet are we talking about, Mr. President?” Asked the Gaim representative.

“That’s the question we have to answer before any decisions are made concerning membership in the Alliance,” responded Sheridan.

“Are you going to allow us to view the information provided by Ambassador G’Kar?” Asked the Narn.

“That’s the main purpose of this meeting, gentlemen.”

The room was darkened and a holographic display began. It showed the first and second visits to Ghor and the visit to Slor. Lyta had carried a recording device when she went to meet with the first minister of Slor. The *edited* recording spoke for itself. The recordings of G’Kar’s meetings on Ghor on their second visit were what really convinced the IA representatives. It was obvious to them that the Gohrians were more advanced than the IA worlds in certain aspects of their culture and some sciences. Obviously the only thing that prevented them from taking their place in the IA was the absence of a jumpgate in their solar system.

“We have an Earthforce explorer vessel under long term contract, gentlemen. I propose we use it to build a gate in the Gohrian systen the way we did the Glenthorian system. I also propose that we build orbital platforms around Slor to quarantine them from going into space and to stop the attacks on Ghor. I also propose that we station at least one whitestar in the system for the purpose of enforcing that quarantine if some other space faring race is tempted to take advantage or the Slorian inhabitants.”

The Drazi representative spoke, “We wish to further discuss this information, Mr. President, and discuss your proposals. Most of us are going to have to consult our governments before we can agree to any of this.”

“As it should be,” responded Sheridan.

Delenn spoke up, “Gentlemen, do not take too long to give us an answer. I have reason to believe that if we do nothing in a short time, it will become moot.”

“That sounds like a threat, Delenn,” said the Narn.

“It is simply a fact, Mr. Ambassador. The means to render the Slorians extinct is already in the Gohrian system. That means answers to no one. Please take my word for it; however, if you doubt me, you are free to contact Ambassador G’Kar. He might feel inclined to enlighten you.”

After the last of the representatives left the room, John Sheridan looked at Delenn. “Exactly what did you mean the *means* to render them extinct is already in their system?”

Delenn looked somberly at her husband and said one word, “Lyta.”

“You’re kidding. Tell me you’re kidding.”

“G’Kar told me that she flatly stated that if we didn’t quarantine the planet, she would make it into one very large graveyard. John, this kind of thing is what the Vorlons reengineered her to do. She can kill every being on the planet from across the solar system if she chooses to do so.”

John Sheridan visibly shuddered at that thought. He looked at Delenn with a look of horror in his eyes and disbelief in his voice said, “She wouldn’t.”

“Yes, John. She would. She sees these Slorians as an unacceptable hazard to the rest of the galaxy.”

“What does she think gives her the right to make those kinds of decisions?”

“Who’s going to stop her? We can’t. It bothers you, doesn’t it, that she can be so omnipotent. I don’t like it either, but she has given us notice to as you Humans say, ‘crap or get off the pot’.”

“I’m not sure I like all these new idioms you seem to have acquired, Delenn.”

“Is it not appropriate?”

Working his lower jaw back and forth in irritation, he replied, “Yes it is.”

****************************

Lyta explained to Delenn that she wanted any reference to her expunged from the records of their expedition’s efforts. Delenn assured her request would be honored.

The ISA, Delenn explained, would quarantine the other planet. A whitestar with negotiators aboard, using a hyperspace buoy that G'Kar had placed, arrived as G'Kar and Lyta were preparing to leave. G'Kar passed records of all that they had learned during their stay and departed the solar system.

**********************************

It had been just over twelve months since G'Kar, Lyta and Maya departed Minbar and the time in hyperspace was going slowly. Lyta was piloting the ship and was way off beacon. G'Kar wondered where they were going, since they had to be well out of ISA space. If anything happened to Lyta he was SOL. Lyta, meantime, was teaching Maya how to block scans and how to scan. G'Kar was the helpful subject of this training.

"I appreciate you helping me with Maya's training G'Kar. It will make it easier for her to fit in with normals," said Lyta.

"It isn't what I expected when I said we would meet something exciting," replied G'Kar. "However, it is different."

Without warning, Lyta dropped the ship into normal space. G'Kar and Lyta could see flashing lights. Whatever was causing the lights was still out of the ship's sensor range, which meant they must be very distant.

"It's a firefight, G'Kar. There are Humans engaged with someone else," said Lyta her voice trailing off as she began concentrating. "Drakh," she said in a very low voice.

As quickly as they had entered normal space they reentered hyperspace. Lyta was all concentration. She whispered, "G'Kar. Get to the back of the ship and take Maya with you. Seal the pilot's cabin off."

G'Kar exited the pilot's cabin and sealed the door. He gathered up Maya from where she was playing and took her to the center compartment of the ship and sealed them in.

"It's okay Maya. Your mommy has some business to deal with," said G'Kar in his best neutral voice.

Maya gave him a look that told him she knew better. He had thought for a moment that he could keep the truth from her… fat chance.

Lyta dropped the ship into normal space almost in the middle of the firefight. Less than ten seconds later, she had what she needed and was back in hyperspace, hopefully before either party to the battle realized anything had been there. The next time she dropped the ship into normal space, the pilot cabin was awash in blinding white light and she was virtually on top of a Drakh cruiser. Using the information that she had stripped from the Drakh minds, she caused the safety controls on the cruiser's power plant to dissolve and set a massive reactor overload into progress. Lyta's ship vanished again, barely escaping the debris from the explosion that destroyed the Drakh cruiser. It happened so quickly, the Drakh never even issued an alarm.

She had destroyed one of the four attacking Drakh ships. She happily confirmed that destroying the mother ships rendered the Drakh fighters useless. Two more times Lyta repeated the exercise and twice more Drakh cruisers were quickly destroyed. The last time she dropped from hyperspace, the EA ship was finishing cutting the remaining cruiser to pieces.

*********************************

Onboard the first of the new EA Warlock class destroyers, EAS ZEUS, Captain Susan Ivanova was assessing her tactical situation. She was confronted with four very large ships that weren't listed in her ship's data banks. Accompanying the ships were at least three hundred fighters. She didn't like this at all. Her ship had the latest technology available to the EA, but it had never been tested in real combat. Theoretically, it could do wonders, but these cruiser size ships and their fighters weren't theoretical. They were very real and very nasty looking. Susan remembered what she had done against EA advanced destroyers with an outnumbered whitestar battle group; however, given these odds, she didn't give herself and her ship a snowball's chance in hell on a hot summer day.

As they closed, it became obvious there would not be any negotiation. The cruisers and their fighters were powering up their weapons arrays. She knew all communications were being jammed, but she was transmitting anyway; however, she didn't hold much hope that anyone would ever receive it. She had only fifty fighters aboard and she launched them. She knew she was sending her pilots on a suicide mission, but there was no other choice.

Whoever they were, they meant business and didn't waste any time. As soon as they came within range the fighters started firing. The cruisers held back, just out of firing range. While the individual fighters couldn't do much damage alone, they were attacking in groupings of two to six at a time. Susan's ship absorbed the punishment without much damage being done at first, but she knew that there was a limit as to how much power it could absorb and how fast its biological hull repair systems could operate. Unfortunately her ship wasn't equipped with auto-repair systems like those installed in the whitestars. The groupings of the fighters also meant that most of them survived their attack runs.

The fighter attacks were so fierce that the cruisers moved in closer, and added their superior firepower to that of the fighters. Under the added firepower of the cruisers, the ZEUS was being rocked to her keel. Damage reports were coming in from all areas of the ship. While the damage being reported was minor, that would change very soon. Susan's ship had destroyed at least fifty fighters, but almost a third of her secondary and self-protection weapons systems were disabled and the fighters were concentrating on the ship's now unprotected areas.

The battering her ship was suffering was getting worse as the cruisers moved in closer. There were reports of casualties coming in from all areas of the ship, including deaths. Two areas had suffered hull breaches. Some of the attacking fighters were making kamikaze runs on her ship, causing massive damage to the outer hull areas.

Watching the tactical projection on her forward display screens, Susan saw what looked like a ship appear almost in the center of the firefight. She blinked several times and looked again, but it wasn't there anymore. At the same time, she felt an overwhelming sense of being scanned. It lasted only a moment and she passed it off as her overactive imagination. She was asking about the status of her fighters, when one of the cruisers exploded in a brilliant flash of light and debris.

"Captain, we didn't hit that ship yet," reported her Ships Weapons Officer(SWO).

Susan noticed that a large number of fighters became uncoordinated and started flying erratically when the cruiser was destroyed. "Move us in closer to the nearest cruiser and concentrate all our fire on it! NOW!" Ordered Susan. The ZEUS, moving quickly for such a large ship, closed on the Drakh cruiser and concentrated all its firepower on it.

As her ship maneuvered, Susan saw a second cruiser explode, and less than a minute later the third was gone. By then, the ZEUS was tearing the remaining cruiser to shreds. With the destruction of the last Drakh cruiser, the remaining fighters became inoperative.

"Damage reports and repair estimates as soon as they can be submitted," Susan ordered her engineering officer. "We’re hurt pretty badly and it would be best if we get the hell out of here before we encounter any of their friends. Get our fighters back aboard, refueled, rearmed and launched." Amazingly Susan had lost only ten of her fighters. She silently thanked whatever gods had smiled on them.

*****************************

In his quarters, Charles Wayne - Charlie to his friends - the telepath who had been assigned to the ZEUS, was fuming. He was restricted to his quarters and the ship was getting hell beat out of her. He was realizing what it was like to be in a bad situation and be totally helpless. He didn't like it at all.

****************************

It had begun when he first reported aboard and been introduced to the captain, one Susan Ivanova. Possibly the hardest nosed and coldest person he had ever met. She made Mr. Bester seem absolutely toasty by comparison.

When he reported aboard Captain Ivanova wasn't available, so the XO had seen to his cabin assignment. Unfortunately, he had been delayed and barely got onboard before the ZEUS had departed on a year long operations assignment. He had heard tales about the captain's hatred of Psi Corps and its personnel, but had discounted them as exaggerated stories. Later, when he met her, he learned that they were not exaggerations.

At dinner in the wardroom his second day aboard the ZEUS, Charles met the famous captain and immediately regretted it. A number of officers and the captain were seated and exchanging small talk between bites of food. When Charles walked into the room, the small talk stopped and silence ensued.

"Who are you?" Inquired the captain.

"I’m Charles Wayne. I have been assigned to the ship as its resident telepath for the deployment," answered Charles.

"Your psi cop uniform makes that obvious. Did you ask for this assignment, Mr. Wayne?" Asked Susan, in a tone that could cut up granite blocks. Her hatred hit him like a brick in the face. Instinctively he knew he was going to regret this assignment and Susan didn't disappoint him. He hadn't been expecting anything like this. Mr. Bester must really hate him.

"No," answered Wayne.

"Mr. Wayne. When you address me, it will be, yes captain, yes ma'am, or no captain, no ma'am! Is that clear?" Snapped Susan.

Taken aback by the viciousness of her words, Wayne replied, "Yes ma'am."

"Mr. Wayne, while you are aboard this ship, you are restricted to your quarters. You will take your meals there. You will be allowed two hours a day in the exercise room under guard. You are not allowed access to any other areas of this ship. If you wish to send out communications, they will go through me before transmission. You will not be allowed to meet or mix with any of the crew, and you will refrain from scanning anyone, unless I specifically authorize it. If you attempt to scan me or any member of this crew, I will have you dumped out an airlock. Do you understand all of what I just said?" snapped Susan.

"Captain, you can't do that. I have duties to perform," replied Charles.

"I have determined you can do your job from your cabin, and don't ever again tell me what I can or can't do on my ship again. If you do, you will spend the remainder of this entire trip in the brig. One more word Mr. Wayne, and you will find yourself in the brig. Nod if you understand me!" She snapped again.

Charles nodded.

"Security send two guards to the wardroom," said Susan into her link.

When the security men arrived, they were instructed to escort Mr. Wayne to his cabin and lock him in. All Charles could think of was how to repay Bester for this assignment. He might as well be in prison. He wondered what he had done to deserve this.

**********************************

The ship had probably been to several EA colonies and ISA planets, but he had no way of knowing. He was totally isolated from the ship and crew except for getting his meals and exercise. The captain had made sure that his guards knew what would happen to them if they even passed the time of day with him. For him the past year had been worse than a prison sentence. Even a prisoner in solitary confinement could occasionally talk to a guard. He couldn't even do that.

Normally he would be essential to first contact situations, but Ivanova had early on decided to forgo using him in such situations. Her experiences on Babylon 5 led her to believe that she could handle whatever the universe threw at her. After all, hadn’t she locked horns with first ones and come away with her head intact? Besides she hated and distrusted anyone connected to the Psi Corps to the extent that she believed they would do whatever was necessary to sabotage her career. Then there was her latent psi abilities to consider. There was no way she was going to be in extended contact with a commercial telepath, much less a psi cop.

*********************************

The attack had apparently stopped, and since he was still alive, Captain Ivanova must have won. He supposed being a virtual prisoner was better than being dead. He had felt a very powerful mind touch his during the fight, but it was so brief and light, he doubted it was more than his imagination.

*********************************

Without warning a small civilian ship appeared on Susan's tactical display. "Where in hell did that come from?" Susan asked to the bridge crew in general.

"It just appeared, Captain," answered her (TAO), Tactical Action Officer.

The ship hailed the ZEUS.

"G'Kar? What the hell are you doing here?" Asked Ivanova.

"Hello, Captain Ivanova," came his pleasant reply. "I see we weren't too late. The outside of your ship looks like a fleet used it for target practice. Some of the damage looks to be very bad. We can escort you to the nearest EA outpost if you wish."

Susan almost fell out of her chair from uncontrolled laughter. Tears were streaming down her face. "G'Kar," she said trying not to choke on her laughter, "you have one hell of a sense of humor.”

“Do you see that drifting debris out there?"

"Of course.”

“Who do you think is responsible for most of it?" He asked. "Those ships didn't just quit."

Humoring the Narn, "Okay G'Kar. Tell me how you did it?"

"I didn't do it." Looking off screen, "You have a psi cop on board." It was a statement, not a question.

"How did you know?"

"I didn't," replied G'Kar.

"If that ship of yours will fit, why don't you put it into our hanger bay? I'll buy you dinner," said Susan.

In his quarters, Charles again felt the presence of another telepath. This time it wasn't a light touch. It was a probe and he put up his defenses, but it was useless, whoever it was simply went through them like nothing was there. Charles awoke about thirty minutes later with no memory of the scan. Looking around he became aware that he wasn't in his stateroom. He was in isolation in the brig, wondering how the hell he had gotten there.

******************************

On the bridge Susan had felt the lightest touch of another mind. It was so light she almost missed it.

"Security, Get Wayne up here on the double!" exclaimed Susan. "I’m going to space that son of a bitch."

"Captain," inquired the TAO, "what has he done?"

"He tried to scan me."

"Captain. Mr. Wayne is locked in his quarters almost all the way aft. I thought a telepath needed line of sight, for a scan?"

"Normally, they do, but I can feel a scan, and there isn't another telepath out here, unless we have a rogue or undercover agent on board. If we do, when I find him, he’s dead," replied Susan.

****************************

Fortunately for G'Kar, the attackers had concentrated on the Zeus's weapons and engines hoping for a quick kill. The launch bays and hanger bay were undamaged. He maneuvered his ship inside and cut thrusters. A gentle bump told him he was on the deck.

On her way to greet G'Kar, Susan met the security guards who were bringing her the telepath. They dropped the unconscious man at her feet. "What did you do to him?" She inquired.

"Nothing, Captain. He was like this when we opened his cabin door," replied one of the guards.

Susan frowned. [How could he have attempted to scan me in this state?] If he couldn't, the alternative worried the hell out of her. "Take him to the brig and isolate him," she ordered, continuing on her way to meet G'Kar.

G'Kar walked off his ship and greeted Susan. "Hello, Captain Ivanova,” said G'Kar, grinning broadly. "You had a nice looking ship before today. You should learn to take better care of your toys."

"I do my best, G'Kar," she replied. "What’re you doing out here alone?"

"I’m not alone. I have two traveling companions."

"Why haven't they debarked?"

"One of them is wanted by the Earth government as a terrorist," answered G'Kar.

"What about the other one?"

"She isn't wanted, yet."

"Who are they?"

"One is a rogue telepath. The other isn't known to Psi Corps yet."

"Oh? That may explain some things."

"Captain, if they come aboard your ship, you will be required to arrest them."

From inside the ship, Susan heard a small voice say, "Mommy, you said I could meet her."

Sitting inside G'Kar's ship, Lyta debated whether to go meet Ivanova. They had been on the same side in two wars, but this was different. Her presence could ruin Susan's career, if it got back that she hadn't arrested Lyta when she had the chance. Edgar's Industries, using a senator, had gotten her released from Babylon 5's brig, but the warrants were still in effect. During the past year she had steered clear of any contact with any EA people. That was at an end.

"Bring him or her out G'Kar. If you don't, I'll have my security people do it," said Susan.

"Captain. That would be a very bad mistake," replied G'Kar in a no nonsense solemn voice.

"Why?" Asked Susan.

"Who do you think destroyed those Drakh cruisers?" Replied G'Kar.

Susan was confused. "If that’s true, everyone on this ship owes them their life." Continuing she said, "I’m damned sure not going to arrest anyone who just pulled my ass out of the sling."

Susan looked at the door of G'Kar's ship and saw a very small female child. The little girl looked very familiar. The flaming red hair reminded her of someone she hadn't seen since the last part of the civil war. Looking closely, now, she could see the mother's face in the daughter.

Looking at G'Kar, she whispered, "Is it Lyta?"

G'Kar nodded.

For Susan, that explained everything. Lyta was so powerful she didn't need line of sight to scan someone. However, the touch she felt had reminded her of a small feather landing in your hand.

"Lyta! I know you’re in there!" Said an excited Susan.

The tall redhead appeared in the doorway and took her daughter's hand.

As they walked down the gangway, Lyta said, "Susan. This could ruin your career."

Susan felt a light touch on her mind and looked at Lyta with surprise.

"Maya! Don't do that," Lyta admonished her daughter.

"I almost couldn't feel that, Lyta," said Susan.

"I am teaching Maya how to use her talents. Since we have been in space for so long, she only has me and G'Kar to practice with," responded Lyta. "She has never had another non-telepath to work with. She won't do it again."

"No harm done. I am very sensitive to scans. She is very good. How old is she?" Asked Susan.

"Just over a year," responded Lyta. "You have a psi cop on board."

"Don't worry about him. He is locked up in the brig in solitary confinement."

Susan went on to describe Wayne's treatment aboard the ZEUS. Lyta was appalled, but said nothing. Susan explained that her belief was the only good psi cop was a dead one.

"Maya's father was a former psi cop," said Lyta. "He was also a leader of the rogue telepath movement. I inherited that responsibility after his death. Your psi cop is one of our deep undercover agents."

"How do you know?"

"I scanned him before we came aboard. That’s why he was unconscious when your men found him," said Lyta.

The thought of what she had done began to sink into Susan's mind. She felt very small standing in front of Lyta.

"You will have to continue to treat him as you have for the first part of your patrol. If you suddenly change, it will cause people to wonder what’s going on. Don't worry, it’s for his benefit. This patrol and what has happened to him will cement his position of trust within the corps."

Susan nodded agreement.

Lyta looked at Susan and erased their conversation from the security team's memory. They would remember girl talk that never occurred.

Susan noticed that Maya had taken her hand. "I’m pleased to meet you, Maya," said Susan, picking the youngster up and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Your mommy and I are friends from years ago."

Maya returned the hug and snuggled against Susan's neck.

"She hasn't had her nap today," said Lyta. "She isn't used to this much excitement."

Susan turned and started to walk away still carrying the little girl on her shoulder. "Let's retire to my mess. We can relax and talk privately."

********************************

In her private mess, Susan had her steward put Maya to sleep on her bed then she called sickbay for a quick down and dirty status report. Her CMO informed her that they were hip deep in injured crewmen and that more were being brought in as she was speaking and curtly cut the connection. Susan knew from experience that the last thing her CMO needed at this time was another useless sightseer on the scene, so she decided to have lunch, catch up on recent events with Lyta and G’Kar and maybe get a quick update form her XO about the damage to her ship.

Since it was time for lunch, Susan had them served while they talked. "Somehow, Lyta, I never figured you as the mother type," said Susan.

"Neither did I, Susan. I hadn't had sex for years before Byron came into my life. I didn't think, with all the changes the Vorlons made to me, I could get pregnant with anyone, Human or otherwise. Surprise!" Replied Lyta.

"Do you regret it? After all, being a mom puts a crimp in your style."

"Believe it or not she has adjusted admirably," chimed in G'Kar.

"Where was she born?" Inquired Susan.

"In the toilet on G'Kar's ship, in space," replied Lyta.

Wide-eyed, Susan said, "You're kidding."

"No," she isn't,” said G'Kar. "She delivered alone."

"Lyta. You give ‘walk on the wild side’ a whole new meaning," commented Susan. Shifting subjects, she asked, "Tell me about the telepath conflict?"

Lyta proceeded to tell Susan about the impending telepath war and how she came to be the resistance leader.

An hour later Lyta, Susan and G'Kar were relaxing over real coffee and Susan was reviewing the damage reports and casualties lists that had been delivered while they were eating. "I’m going to attempt to visit my people in sickbay, you’re welcome to come," said Susan.

Lyta and G'Kar agreed without hesitation. "You may learn even more about Lyta before this is over, Susan,” commented G'Kar. Susan looked questioningly at Lyta, who only shrugged her shoulders and smiled noncommittally.

Susan's crew numbered over a thousand personnel and officers total. About a fifth of her crew had been injured and she had lost ten crewmen and an officer to the hull breaches. She was not looking forward to the letters to families she was going to have to write. This was one part of being a commanding officer that every decent commander dreaded. Parents, spouses, children, they would all want explanations, comforting, and understanding. Remembering her feelings when she learned of her brother's death during the Earth-Minbar War, she at least had the knowledge that his death wasn't a wasted life, or was it? She considered that over the years her feelings about these things had undergone changes. She considered those who died supporting Clark’s regime even though they personally didn’t care for him. How about those who died in the effort to overthrow him? Was there ever a life lost in combat that couldn’t be considered wasted from someone’s point of view? While the manner of death was important for the survivors' closure, the result was the same for the deceased. She would make sure that their loved ones knew that she personally felt the loss of everyone of their fathers, mothers, sons and daughters and that she was proud to have served with them.

******************************

Sickbay was filled with the moans, groans and crying, of crewmen and officers sporting a variety of injuries, everything from broken bones to life threatening injuries. The ship's doctors and their assists were desperately trying to separate the injured according to seriousness. It was into this chaos that Lyta and G'Kar followed Captain Ivanova. As Susan and G'Kar stopped to talk to a doctor, Lyta moved toward those whose injuries were severe enough to be fatal without immediate attention. Those with no hope had been moved aside and sedated. It was these that got Lyta's immediate attention. She was moving from one to another, slowly.

The doctor, Susan's Chief Medical Officer (CMO), noticed her and said, "I’m sorry, Captain, but there is nothing we can do for them. They’re too badly injured. We have sedated them to relieve their pain."

Susan started to say something to Lyta, but Lyta ignored her and continued to minister to them. Susan stepped over to Lyta and put a hand on her left arm. Lyta turned to face her and Susan almost jumped back in surprise. Lyta's eyes were brilliant white lights. She turned back to the injured crewman and continued whatever it was she had been doing. Several doctor's and medical assistants had seen Lyta's eyes and, in spite of the fear showing on their faces, immediately went back to work on the casualties.

Lyta, apparently finished with the mortally wounded, walked over to several bodies that had been covered with sheets. She moved from one to another and stopped at one that had just been brought in. This one had just been pulled from a compartment that had decompressed to space without warning after the firefight was over. It was a female and she had only been dead for a few minutes. Pulling the sheet back from the corpse, she went to work. Remembering Lorien's words, she concentrated with everything she possessed and found an echo of the dead crewman's personality and mind. This woman had been killed by exposure to hard vacuum and intense cold, but her physical body had not been too badly damaged. She could be pulled back from the abyss of death, and Lyta proceeded to do just that.

One of the doctors moved to Lyta's side and demanded, "Just what do you think you’re doing?" Lyta turned slowly and the doctor, who had just arrived in sickbay, screamed when she saw Lyta's eyes.

Captain Ivanova, G'Kar and the CMO briefing her turned as one to see what was happening. It was then that they and everyone else saw what had been a corpse trying to sit up on its gurney.

Lyta, with the glow fading from her eyes, turned to Susan and said, "I am sorry, Susan. I could only save this one. The others were too badly damaged." Lyta looked like she had been drained of everything. She was very pale and looked to be very tired. "I need to rest, Susan," Lyta said in a whisper. She was beginning to buckle at the knees.

G'Kar moved quickly and grabbed her before she could collapse. A medical assistant pushed a chair toward them; G'Kar lowered Lyta into it. He stood next to her and held her shoulder. From all appearances, Lyta was completely exhausted.

"Susan," said Lyta in a very weary voice. “I need the names of everyone in this room. I need to see them before they talk to anyone outside this room." Pausing, then continuing, "G'Kar, help me get to that office."

G'Kar looked at Susan, who nodded consent, then helped Lyta walk across the sickbay room to an adjoining office.

Looking at her CMO, Susan said, "I am sorry, Barbara, but Lyta can't allow you and your staff to remember what you've seen here. She’s going to remove those memories and replace them. After she’s finished, you will not remember any of this. Quite possibly, neither will G'Kar nor I."

Her CMO looked disappointed, but agreed. "Captain. I would give almost anything to remember this. To know what can be," she replied wistfully. Lyta had been sitting in the office for less than five minutes, but she had regained enough strength to be able to alter the memories of the medical personnel who had witnessed her *actions*. It only took Lyta a few minutes to replace the memories of what she had done with new ones. The new memories were easy to remove. It became more difficult after the mind transferred recent memories into the areas that stored permanent memories. Fortunately short term memories were not transferred to long term memory until the person was asleep. It took Lyta slightly less than ten minutes to alter the memories of the medical staff that were present. The patients didn’t worry her. They were so high on painkillers, they would believe it was only their imaginations.

As they finally left sickbay, Susan asked Lyta, "How many of my memories do you plan to trash?"

"I might ask the same question," commented G'Kar. He had many memories of the past year. He wondered which of them were real or what Lyta had implanted.

"What’re they going to remember Lyta?" Asked Susan.

"They will remember someone yelling to them that they had made a mistake. One of the bodies was still alive. It’s very simple and close enough to the truth. What they actually saw will be remembered as a dream generated by extreme stress," replied Lyta.

"I have some work to do that can't be put off any longer," said Susan. "I’ll send someone to my mess, who can give you a tour of the ship and get you set up with quarters. You'll have to find your own way back to the mess."

"I have it covered, Susan," Lyta said with humor once more evident in her tone. "Come on, G'Kar. I am hungry again and Maya is awake."

G'Kar was surprised at how easy it had been to adjust to Lyta's idiosyncrasies. Apparently, bringing people back from the dead generated an appetite. Again, he wondered how much of this was her handiwork. It was becoming evident that Lyta was changing, radically. She was acting more like a 'first one' everyday. She could be compassionate one moment and absolutely ruthless the next.

She had destroyed the Drakh warships, and she had done it in a manner that could be explained as nothing out of the ordinary. She had pulled the crewman back from being dead, and it could be explained as a misdiagnosis.

For the first time in their travels, G'Kar began to understand just how dangerous Lyta could be. Piss her off, and if she thought about it, you were history. However, he wasn't anymore afraid of her than he had been of Kosh, in fact even less afraid.

(link to next part)
Back to Aubrey's stories