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The Babylon Project was a dream given form, a place for all the races of the galaxy to meet and work peacefully. Babylon 5 was the latest station to be constructed, the previous four had all been destroyed by xenophobic Earth factions protesting the principles of alien co- existence represented by the massive stations. Babylon 5 was a joint Earthgov/Minbari venture, since the Earth Alliance could not afford to build another station on its own. In exchange for financial and material assistance, the Minbari government claimed the right to name the commander of the facility, they chose Captain Jeffrey Sinclair. Capt. Sinclair was a distinguished naval officer, he served courageously during the Minbari Border War and the Narn-sponsored Mars Rebellion. The Minbari respected Sinclair as a warrior and as a man who exercised restraint, he was famous for treating Minbari prisoners of war with fairness and compassion. The main diplomatic body of Babylon 5 was the Ad- visory Council, made up by the ambassadors of Earth, Minbar, Centauri Prime, Narn, and Vorlon. The League of Non-Aligned Worlds held a lesser role, they could advise the Council, but had very little power of their own since they were made up of a large number of varied races. Captain Sinclair represented the Earth Alliance, Ambassador Delenn spoke for the Minbari, G'Kar spoke for Narn, Lindra Mollari represented the Centauri, and Kosh Naranek spoke for the ancient Vorlons. Explosions blossomed around Babylon 5 as it rotated serenely in space. Flocks of Starfury fighters care- ened wildly around the station, emitting trails of multi-colored fire while huge Omega-class Destroyers spat more vibrant flame from their pulse cannons. The long, sedate Destroyers sailed above and below the station while a Narn Dreadnaught and a Centauri Battlecruiser flew along B5's flanks, their own fighters orbiting their ships and adding to the visual spectacle. A Minbari warship hung in front of the stations' entry bay, surrounded by Non-Aligned vessels and agile fighters. The space around B5 was a graceful cacophony of starships, a ballet enjoyed by several hundred spectators as they watched from the enormous view portals of the habitat area. The ambassadors watched the show from an area near the Zen garden. Food and drink were plentiful as the various alien dignitaries preened at the military prowess of their ships. "Pity we cannot see the awe-spiring beauty of my Regime's Dreadnaught," growled Ambassador G'Kar before he drank heavily from a golden goblet. "This Centauri ship is a joke." "This Centauri ship was once part of a fleet that filled the breadth of this galaxy," retorted Ambassador Mollari with a sneer. "Your Dreadnaught isn't fit to ferry fuel." "Would you like to test the power of my ship?" spat G"Kar. "If we weren't in neutral space, you bet," glared Lindra. "Ambassadors, please!" placated Captain Sinclair as he quickly moved between the two fuming aliens. "We are trying to celebrate the beginning of an age of peace." "Your age won't be in my lifetime," replied G'Kar before he stalked away from Sinclair and moved to chat with a group of fellow Narn. "The Narn are such a barbaric race," smiled Lindra smoothly. "The universe will be a better place when they are erased from existence." "We need to understand the Narn so we can co-exist with them," admonished Sinclair. "The Narn only understand violence and death. They will continue to threaten both of our realms unless they are broken for all time," disagreed the beautiful Centauri woman. "I hope it won't come to that," frowned Jeffrey. "You're an optimist. That's very charming," smiled Lindra as she slid a slim arm around the captain's. "Uhh, I better see to the other guests," excused Sinclair while he escaped Lindra's grasp, then hastily moved to a gathering of League representatives. "Such a handsome human," grinned Lindra hungrily. The assembled guests halted their conversations when a bright Jumppoint emerged from empty space. A long, exotic-shaped vessel exited Hyperspace, a Vorlon Flyer. The other performing ships quickly moved out of the Vorlon vessel's way as it slowed its approach, aligning with B5's landing bay before sliding inside. Fifteen minutes later, the ambassadors turned in unison as ambassador Kosh entered the Zen Garden, his armored form hovering above the ground as he drew close to the awe-struck attendees. "Welcome to Babylon 5, ambassador," greeted Sin- clair. The Vorlon nodded in acknowledgment, then looked up at the assembled starships above. "He who lives by the sword shall die by the sword," rasped Kosh from his glowing translator. "Yes, that's a human expression," smiled Sinclair appreciatively. "There is truth in it," replied Kosh before he spun around and floated out of the Garden. "Not much of a party guy, is he?" remarked Lindra as she slid up behind the captain. Captain Sinclair entered his quarters, then slowly eased out of his dress uniform jacket. A noise from the bedroom jolted Sinclair fully awake, he unholstered his PPG and aimed it at the sliding glass panel as it moved aside. Catherine Sakai stood abruptly within the paneled doorway, her brown eyes wide as she stared down the barrel of Jeffrey's PPG. "Hello to you, too," said Catherine as she raised her arms into the air in surrender. "Cath! I'm sorry!" grinned Jeff sheepishly as he holstered his gun, then rushed forward to squeeze Catherine tightly within an embrace. "You're forgiven," whispered Catherine as she af- fectionately nuzzled Jeff's neck. "What are you doing on B5? I thought you had some assignment along the Rim," said Jeff as he backed away, his hands still resting on Catherine's shapely hips. "I leave in a month, but I thought that I would visit you first. This is your big day, opening cere- monies for the station, right?" asked Cath. "Yes, all of the represented governments are trying to outdo each other," replied Jeff as he led Catherine to a chair, then sat opposite her. "It's a real head- ache." "I can imagine," smiled Cath sympathetically. "Well, hopefully I can cheer you up a bit." "You already have," said Jeffrey. "I can use the company." "Lonely at the top, huh?" retorted Cath while she left her chair and slid onto Jeff's lap. "I think that I can chase your blues away." "Show me," grinned Jeff mischievously. Catherine lowered her lovely face next to Jeff's, kissing him warmly on the lips. Jeff returned her kiss enthusiastically, his hands sliding up and down her back. Catherine pulled away from Jeff, then grasped his right hand, leading him into the small, snug bed- room. Catherine pushed Jeff onto the sheets, then pulled off her tunic, revealing her small, pert breasts. Jeffrey smiled with appreciation as Catherine slid out of her pants and panties, her ass firm and tight as she wiggled it before Jeff teasingly. She climbed onto the bed, straddling Sinclair as she leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth, her tongue insistent as it probed within Jeff's throat. Jeff placed his hands on Catherine's breasts, squeezing the soft mounds lovingly while he savored the sweet flavor of the young woman's lips. Cath moved her body so that Jeff could place his mouth on one of her tits, his lips sucking loudly as they enfolded one of her nipples and suckled it lustfully. "That's good," moaned Catherine as she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, her body burning with arousal as Jeff slid his hands over her naked flesh. Jeff caressed the naked woman's short, black hair, then pressed her face against his, their lips wrestling sensually together. Catherine rubbed her crotch against Jeff's cock, her pussy folds glistening with honey as her labia quivered in anticipation. Jeff and Cath laughed as they struggled to remove his uniform pants and underwear, then Cath began rubbing Jeff's cock with her hand until his body grew relaxed with ecstasy. The naked woman rubbed the head of Jeff's rod against her throbbing slit, then pushed the engorged member into her ravenous vagina. Jeff grasped Cath's breasts firmly as he began pumping into her cunt, his pole hard and thick as it slid up and down within her clenching fuck hole. Both lovers moaned loudly as they writhed against each other, Catherine's nude skin became slick with sweat as she rammed her pussy against Jeff's tool. Cath grabbed the head board of the bed with her hands, her hips gyrating rhythmically as Jeff's cock rammed into her belly. Jeff grunted as his member released a stream of jism into Catherine's womb, her vagina milk- ing his pole for every drop of cream. "Hopefully this will bring the station luck," whis- pered Catherine impishly as she lay sated upon Jeffrey's strong chest. "With a christening like this, Babylon 5 could sur- vive an attack by dragons," smiled Jeff before he kissed Catherine's slick hair affectionately. **** Chapter 2 **** Earth Year 2258 The orbital station hung peacefully over Ragesh 3. The tranquility of the planet was broken when a large Jumppoint swirled open, disgorging a fleet of Narn battlecruisers and fighters. Remote drones surrounding Ragesh 3 opened fire, destroying several fighters before the attacking Narn ships returned fire, filling the void with sheets of plasma bursts that ripped the drones apart, then crippled the station. Fires flared from breeches in the station's hull as the facility's commander desperately sent a distress call towards Centauri Prime. Two Narn battleships locked their weapons on the dying station, firing two focused proton beams that sliced the facility apart with ob- scene ease. "Good morning, handsome," purred Catherine Sakai as she wrapped her arms around Sinclair's bare shoulders. "Don't, I'll be late for duty," moaned Jeff while Cath rubbed her breasts against his back. "You're the captain, you can demote anyone who complains," whispered the alluring woman into Jeff's ear. "Cath, I'm shocked," smiled Jeff before he dis- entangled himself from Catherine's warm embrace, then fastened his uniform trousers before zipping. "Lunch at the cafe?" offered Catherine as she lay back upon the bed, tempting Jeff with her naked body. "Sure," agreed Jeff while he tucked in his shirt, then pulled on his blue jacket. "When do you go back out?" "Two weeks. Interplanetary Expeditions wants a scout to check out a system that they're thinking about surveying. It's far out along the Rim, in a region of unexplored space," replied Catherine casually. "Sounds dangerous," remarked Sinclair as he poured a glass of processed orange juice, then drank it quickly. "I've been to the Rim before. Remember last year?" retorted Catherine indignantly. "Yes, every agonizing minute. You can't imagine how many times I wished you were here while the ambas- sadors whined and threatened each other. Sometimes I think that I'm a baby-sitter, not a military com- mander," frowned Jeffrey. "You've done a great job. At least you kept the station in one piece," smiled Catherine mischievously. "So far," grinned Sinclair before he leaned over Cath, kissing her passionately on the mouth before he sighed with longing and left the room. Jeffrey Sinclair walked casually down a corridor towards Command and Control. He nodded a greeting to the various alien guests and residents who passed by, his mood cheerful and content. Sinclair's contentment faded as he watched Lt. Commander Susan Ivanova rush towards him. "Captain! Earthforce just sent us a gold chan- nel message. Narn warships have attacked Ragesh 3, a Centauri colony. The Advisory Council is meeting, and Earthgov wants you to declare Earth neutral," gasped Susan urgently. "Great way to begin a day," muttered Sinclair before he marched towards the Council room. "This attack is an outrage!" shouted Lindra Mollari as she stood before the gathered League worlds. The ambassador of the Centauri Republic was dressed in tight purple leggings and polished, black jack boots. A purple waist coat covered her torso, the jacket fes- tooned with medallions and other shiny ornaments. A short cape draped over her left shoulder, and her long, silky black hair was tied behind her back in a loose ponytail. Lindra pursed her brightly painted red lips, then pointed accusingly at G'Kar, who sat on the far right side of the Advisory table watching Lindra's antics with grim amusement. "This butcher and his race have attacked a de- fenseless Centauri colony and slaughtered its inhabi- tants, women and children! You cannot allow this crime to go unpunished!" spat Lindra. "And now we see the Centauri gift for exaggera- tion in action," retorted G'Kar smoothly as he stood up and moved to stand opposite Mollari. "The Narn were merely answering a call for assistance transmitted by Ragesh 3. Imagine our shock when our ships Jumped into the system and found the entire colony destroyed, obviously the work of raiders." "Narn lies are transparent!" hissed Lindra as she glared hatefully at G'Kar. "If you think you can get away with this, you're mistaken. The Centauri Fleet will tear your precious Regime to ribbons!" "You are welcome to try, ambassador," smiled G'Kar coldly. As the League members argued over whether to censure the Narn Regime, Captain Sinclair and Ambas- sador Delenn entered the room. Sinclair took his place at the head of the Advisory table while Delenn stood to his right. "Gentle beings, please!" shouted Sinclair as he pounded the table's gavel firmly. "We must have order!" "If you want order, then I suggest you eject this Narn from the chamber and declare war on his bar- baric Regime!" retorted Lindra hotly. "Better yet, expel this female who lusts for death and innocent blood!" growled G'Kar. "Ambassadors, please! Return to your seats," suggested Sinclair with a firm glance at both standing officials. "Let's conduct this meeting in a civilized manner." "You better use simple words to explain that concept to G'Kar," muttered Mollari loudly enough for everyone in the room to hear. The disembarkation area was crowded with humans and aliens as they left transports or waited to be boarded on departing shuttles. Two gorgeous human women emerged from the shuttle bay, attracting many appreciative stares and whispers as they shouldered their travel bags while sliding amongst the throng. Eventually, the two women entered the Zocalo, stopping in front of a store display to say their good-byes. "It was..interesting meeting you," smiled Talia Winters before she tugged off the black glove of her right hand. "I enjoyed our..conversations as well," grinned Lyta Alexander as she removed her own glove, then wrap- ped her slim fingers around Talia's bare hand. The two women gasped softly as they entered each other's minds, stimulating each other in ways mere mundanes could only dream of. Aware of the presence of spectators, the women quickly re-garbed their hands, then smiled secretly at each other. "Be seeing you," waved Talia before she turned away and disappeared into the stream of shoppers. Sighing softly to herself, Lyta walked to a nearby terminal, then searched the schematic of the station for the location of Ambassador Kosh's quarters. Finding her goal, Lyta traversed a series of passage- ways and lifts until she reached the Vorlon's assigned room. The lovely redhead donned the air mask sitting in a nearby holder, then straightened her posture be- fore pressing the door release and stepping into a holding chamber of thick gas. The inner hatch raised open, allowing Lyta to walk into Kosh's private chamber. The methane mixture that Kosh breathed was thick and obscuring, making it very difficult for Lyta to examine the room in detail. A decorated blind sat in one corner of the chamber, adorned with colorful swirls and strange designs. A computer terminal was set in the right-hand wall, along with a large array of organized data crystals. Kosh turned away from the monitor, regarding Lyta with his one gold-green eye port. "Hello, my name is Lyta Alexander," greeted the young woman nervously. "I've been wanting to meet a Vorlon almost all my life." *What is your business with me?* inquired Kosh directly into Lyta's brain. Lyta gasped at the power of Kosh's thoughts, her right hand clenched between her breasts as her red lips parted sensually. Kosh's eye flared briefly, and the gas seemed to swirl just a bit more energetically. Lyta frowned in concentration as she attempted to reply to Kosh's telepathic question. *I want to serve you. To aid the Vorlon cause,* transmitted Lyta. *Why?* retorted Kosh. *I feel close to you. I've felt this way ever since I saw your image on ISN. I know that I can help you,* replied Lyta earnestly. *A servant of the Vorlons must be strong, dis- ciplined. Can you be strong?* asked Kosh with an in- tent stare. *Yes,* replied Lyta firmly. *Then I will test you,* said Kosh before all of the methane gas disappeared through floor ducts behind him. Lyta slowly took off her air mask, hesitantly breathing the now clear air. *Take off your clothes,* ordered Kosh. Lyta stared at Kosh in dumb amazement, then she slowly complied, removing her grey jacket, pants, and black blouse. The redhead stood before Kosh clad only in her black lace bra and panties, her arms wrapped nervously under her breasts. *All of them,* said Kosh, his eye burning with what seemed to be lust. Trying to comprehend the Vorlon's strange re- quest, Lyta undid the back of her bra and let it fall to the sterile, cold floor, followed a moment later by her delicate panties. Deciding to be bold, Lyta thrust out her bare tits and placed her hands behind her back, exposing her pussy and patch of red pubic hair to the entranced Vorlon. Kosh's encounter suit snapped mechanically as the large helmet slowly rose into the air. Lyta watched with wide eyes as a stream of light escaped the suit, a stream that expanded into a bright, multi- limbed being of energy. *This..is your true form?* thought Lyta in rapt wonder. *Yes. You are the first young one to see a Vorlon's body in a thousand years,* replied Kosh while several tendrils snaked out to caress Lyta's naked body. Lyta moaned as the ethereal tentacles slid across her flat stomach and full breasts, the limbs teasing her nipples until they grew hard with desire. "Please..don't," moaned Lyta as Kosh fondled her pussy, his appendage rubbing against her clit until her vagina grew wet with hunger. *You must cast off your carnal desires. You must move beyond flesh. I will purge you of your primitive lust,* whispered Kosh as his glowing body drew nearer to Lyta, hovering over her limp body as she leaned back against the unyielding wall. *Purge me,* begged Lyta as she looked up into the Vorlon's radiance, the light of her god. Two tendrils shot out, wrapping around Lyta's wrists and pinning them above her head. Two more limbs slid around her legs, spreading her thighs open so that her pussy was open to probing. Smaller ten- tacles caressed Lyta's heaving tits as the woman panted in ecstasy, her skin burning with each touch of Kosh's body. Lyta bit her lower lip as Kosh slowly pushed a phallic-shaped tendril into her cunt, the probe ad- vancing relentlessly into her vagina until it entered her empty belly and filled it with pulsing life. The naked young woman groaned with pleasure as Kosh began pumping in and out of her slit, his member expanding to fill her fuck hole until it hurt. Kosh's thrusts became so strong that Lyta's feet left the ground, her back slid up and down the wall as the Vorlon rammed his tool into her dripping cunt. Lyta's moans grew louder and louder, making Kosh even more excited until his glowing eyes burned like two small suns. Kosh turned Lyta's small, naked body around until her stomach, tits, and face pressed against the cold wall. The Vorlon slid shining tendrils across the woman's buttocks, relishing the feel of her tight ass before he pried her cheeks apart and re-inserted his member into her clenching twat. "Fuck me, Kosh!" shouted Lyta as she pressed her hands against the wall, her tits crushed against the polished metal as the Vorlon slammed his tool deep into her belly. Kosh extended two limbs, holding Lyta's feet above the floor as he squeezed her curvaceous hips. Lyta's bare toes dangled and shook with each thrust of Kosh into her pussy, her inner thighs glistened with her juices as her right cheek pressed against the wall, her red lips invitingly open as she gasped with each ram into her womb. Kosh rubbed Lyta's painted lips with a glowing tentacle, the ten- dril slid across her moist, pouty flesh, then slithered inside her mouth. Lyta wantonly began sucking on the limb as it moved down into her throat, spreading her jaws apart until her mouth was stuffed with his radiant appendage. Kosh crushed his enormous body against Lyta's nude form, his tendrils probing both of her orifices while smaller limbs rubbed across her bare legs and ass. Lyta orgasmed without warning, her cries muffled by the tentacle in her mouth as her cunt quivered with released tension. A fresh flood of honey gushed out of Lyta's slit, over Kosh's member, and down her naked legs to pool wetly on the floor beneath her. Kosh experienced Lyta's powerful orgasm from the mental link he shared with her. The spear of sexual ecstasy shot into his own mind, catalyzing an orgasm of his own that caused his ghostly body to flare like a new-born super- nova. Kosh gently laid Lyta's naked body to the floor, then he slowly floated to his open encounter suit, which he quickly re-entered and sealed shut. The Vor- lon floated forward until he looked down on the softly panting woman, her pale skin slick with sweat. Lyta raised her disheveled face towards Kosh, her eyes hot with devotion and longing. Kosh nodded in satisfac- tion, his eye port closed to a mere point. *You will serve,* said the Vorlon. "ISN has just received a report from the Narn/ Centauri border. The Centauri Republic has begun moving more of its Fleet towards the colonies adjacent to Narn space. Raids and minor skirmishes between Narn and Centauri warships have increased, signaling a rise in tensions between the two interstellar powers. Earth- force analysts predict that this is just the beginning. The clouds of war are looming on the horizon." **** Chapter 3 Captain Sinclair and Catherine Sakai entered the landing bay terminal early in the morning, when there were very few people waiting for passage. Catherine carried a small duffel bag with her few be- longings over her right shoulder while she held Jef- frey's hand tightly with her own. The couple reached the exit hatchway, a security guard scanned Catherine's identi-card, then retreated a short distance to give the two lovers some privacy. "Well, this is it," smiled Catherine as she gazed at Jeff affectionately. "I guess I'll see you in a few months." "It will seem like years," replied Jeffrey as he brushed back some of Catherine's short, black hair with his hand. "I'll make it up to you," whispered Catherine huskily before she brushed her red lips against his cheek. "This is a hell of a time to ask this, but I've been so happy with you when we're together..will you marry me?" asked Jeffrey self-consciously. "Marry you?" blinked Catherine in surprise, her eyes wide with disbelief. "We've known each other since the Academy, but I never really thought about it. We always seemed to drift apart, then come back to- gether in cycles." "I want us to stay together this time, for the rest of our lives," murmured Sinclair as he squeezed both of Catherine's hands. Catherine looked down at the floor for several moments, her face frowning in thought. Finally, she looked up into Jeff's eyes, her expression serene. "Yes, I'll marry you," answered Catherine warmly. Jeffrey smiled with pleasure, then wrapped his arms around Catherine, holding her tightly to his body. Catherine nuzzled Sinclair's neck, then broke away from his embrace, her eyes misting with tears. "I better go or I'll never leave," said Cath- erine before she kissed Jeffrey quickly on the lips, then marched into the passageway that led to her wait- ing scout ship. Sinclair moved to stare out of a porthole until Catherine's ship, the Sky Dancer, emerged from the docking bay and sailed gracefully towards the Jump Gate. The Gate flared briefly as a vortex formed with- in its frame, creating a portal into Hyperspace that eagerly devoured the blocky vessel. "Come back soon," whispered Sinclair as he laid his hand upon the cold glass of the observation window. Talia Winters hesitantly entered C-and-C, her gloved hands clasped together against her stomach as she searched the busy room for Susan Ivanova, the woman she was ordered to meet with. "Uh, excuse me, ensign," Talia said quietly to a young man operating the scanner array, "could you tell me where Lt. Commander Ivanova is?" "I think she's talking to a group of ambassadors about living quarters, Mr. Garibaldi would know for sure," replied the ensign quickly. "Where's Mr. Garibaldi?" inquired Talia. "The Casino. He's usually there around this time of day." "Thank you," replied Talia before she left the Command deck. Loud music pounded the air within the Casino as bright laser beams illuminated the stygian interior. Alien and human voices rolled with a blaring cacophony as patrons placed bets at the tables or admired the beautiful dancers gyrating on three stages. Far against the right hand wall, Ambassador Mollari and Security Chief Garibaldi drank deeply from tall, glass mugs, leering at the dancers and laughing almost con- trollably at their own drunken antics. "Ya' know, you're not bad for a Centauri woman," slurred Michael as he draped his right arm around Lindra's small shoulders. "You are a gruff barbarian, but I like that in a man," grinned Lindra as she tickled the underside of Garibaldi's chin. Both revelers broke out into loud guffaws, then slurped down more alcohol before demanding a fresh pitcher from one of the serving girls. The duo's laughter subsided as Ambassador G'Kar walked up to their table and sat down with a grunt. "All the other tables were full," growled G'Kar as he purposefully didn't look at Mollari. "Great, so now we get the misfortune of his company," whispered Lindra loudly towards Garibaldi. Michael sniggered at the jab, then brought up a sober face as G'Kar glared at him. A young blonde girl placed a full pitcher of ale on the table, then offered G'Kar an empty mug. Garibaldi elbowed Lindra, then placed at credit chit in his mouth. The serving girl sighed to herself, then walked over to Garibaldi, bending over to place her mouth over his as she took the chit with her teeth and backed away. Garibaldi and Lindra burst into a fresh fit of laughing, which G'Kar slowly joined with his own bass chuckle. The Narn helped himself to the pitcher, then looked up to regard the stage as a new dancer took her place. "And now, generous patrons, enjoy the erotic dance of Adira Tyree," announced a human male employee. A slow, seductive tune began as a young Centauri girl swayed onto the stage and began swirling slowly in circles, her transparent garments fluttering in the air. The girl's head was shaved except for one long braid of fiery red hair. She slid her hands high up a stationary, silver pole, her back to the audience as she swayed her firm ass hypnotically. The trio at the far table watched in awe, their mouths agape as they stared at the seductive nymph. "I hate your race, Mollari, and I would see you all dead in a moment, but your young girls are magni- ficent," muttered G'Kar reverently. "Yes, they are," sighed Lindra as she watched Adira slide her small hands up and down her buttocks. "Man, I want to fuck her," blubbered Garibaldi before he took a long pull from his mug. "Uh, Mr. Garibaldi?" asked Talia while she stood slightly behind the security chief. Garibaldi bent his head backwards and to the side until he could just make out the blonde girl dressed in a severe suit with a Psi-Corp pin attached to a lapel. "Ah, shit, the Psi-Corp," moaned Michael path- etically. "What'd I do now?" "Uh..nothing, sir," blushed Talia as Lindra and G'Kar turned to leer at her. "Could you tell me where Lt. Commander Ivanova is?" "Susie? She should be at Earharts right about now. She likes a cold beer after she gets off duty," replied Garibaldi with an insolent grin. "Say, you're pretty hot, why not stay with us and toss back a few drinks. You can trust us." Talia looked at Garibaldi suspiciously while Lindra tried to stifle a giggle with her left hand. "No thank you, sir," said Talia as she shook her head. "I really need to report to Cmdr. Ivanova." "Later," waved Garibaldi before he fastened his focus back on Adira, who was now naked and humping the silver pole like a riding jockey. Talia blushed even more hotly as she picked up the overpowering lust of the three revelers, then glanced at Adira who smiled at her before inserting a long finger into a wet cunt. As Talia practically ran out of the Casino, the three companions clinked their mugs together and roared with contemptuous mirth. It was 18:00 when Talia found the bar Earharts and went inside. This place was bright and airy, filled with relaxing Earthforce personnel and a few civilians who sat at tables and nursed their drinks with ease. Talia found Ivanova sitting at the bar sipping from a glass that definitely did not contain beer. The blonde girl nervously walked up to the bridge officer, then coughed discretely. Susan glanced in Talia's direction, then scowled when she saw the Psi-Corps pin on the girl's lapel. "What do you want? I'm off duty," growled Susan. "When I was settled in on Babylon 5, I was ordered to find and report to you in person," replied Talia cooly. "Fine. You've reported in. Welcome to Babylon 5," muttered Susan as she waved Talia negligently away. The bartender overheard Talia, so the woman rang a small, brass bell loudly and pointed a finger at the surprised young blonde. "Drinks are on her!" declared the bartender be- fore the bar roared with approval. "The crew of this station certainly is inspir- ing," observed Talia sarcastically. "You'll fit in," retorted Susan before she took a long gulp from her glass. Frowning darkly, Talia sat on a stool next to Susan, then ordered a small drink. "I don't recall asking for company," snarled Ivanova while she stared at the array of bottles on the opposite wall. "You look like you need it," replied Talia. Susan snorted briefly, but didn't object further as Talia sat companionably close nursing her own glass. Lindra Mollari staggered into her richly ap- pointed quarters supported by Adira Tyree. Stumbling drunkenly, Lindra dragged Adira to her large, silken bed, then fell limply over the rumpled sheets. Adira pulled off Lindra's black boots and leggings, then helped the uncoordinated Centauri ambassador out of her coat and unic. Clad only in her bra and panties, Lindra lay outspread on the mattress while Adira took off her own scant costume then crawled on top of the sheets. The lithe dancer stretched out next to Lindra, then ran a finger over the beautiful woman's soft lips. Lindra licked the finger with her tongue, then began sucking lewdly on the digit. Adira giggled at the sensation, then leaned forward, kissing Lindra pas- sionately on the mouth. The two female's mouths caressed each other as their tongues entwined and slid together like horny snakes. Adira straddled the prone Centauri woman, then carefully unfastened her bra, tossing the lacy garment aside as she bent down to kiss and suck wantonly on the ambassador's breasts. Lindra moaned loudly as she licked her own lips, then reached forward to fondle the dancing girl's round, soft tits. Adira bit her lower lip as Lindra pinched her nipples, the knobs growing hard and erect as Lindra caressed the sensitive pink dots. As Adira continued to suck Lindra's tits, she lowered her right arm, pressing her hand against the groaning woman's crotch, then pushing her panties aside in order to rub her throbbing black-haired snatch. "That feels good," moaned Lindra as she slid her hands over Adira's warm breasts, then down the girl's flat stomach. While the naked girl sucked and licked Mollari's flesh, the prone woman pressed her hands over the girl's buttocks, kneading the firm, smooth ass flesh, then sliding slim fingers into the crack towards Adira's wet cunt. Adira groaned with relish as Lindra pushed two fingers into her slit, the digits plunging deep into her moist vagina to her aching womb. Lindra moved onto her hands and knees, inviting Adira to ravage her lovely ass. The pony-tailed girl pushed her face into Lindra's buttocks, lashing out with her tongue against the naked woman's dripping pussy. Lindra moaned with a deep ache, her body glistening with sweat as she pumped her ass against Adira's young face. Adira eagerly lapped at Lindra's cunt, she sucked the tart juices gushing from the raven-maned woman's vagina before she thrust her tongue into a quivering, pink slit. Lindra squeezed the silk sheets of the bed with her hands, the fabric smooth and slippery as her legs wobbled and her crotch burned with ecstasy. Lindra's orgasm rushed over her again and again, each wave snatching her breath and making her pussy spew another stream of sticky honey. Adira de- voured her lover's cunt juices until her lips and chin were stained with musky jism. Lindra collapsed onto her stomach, then rolled onto her back, allowing Adira to slide her own nude body atop her lover's. "The Casino owns you?" panted Lindra. "Yes," replied Adira as she ran her hand over Lindra's right breast. "How would you like to be my attache?" inquired Lindra with amischievous twinkle in her eyes. "My lady! It is unheard of for a slave to hold such an important position!" gasped Adira in shock. "I'll buy you from the Casino, then have you declared a free woman on Centauri Prime. You can be my personal slave," whispered Lindra before she kissed Adira lightly on the lips. "I accept, mistress," murmured Adira as she leaned down and kissed Lindra hard on the mouth. **** Chapter 4 The transport ship sped across the blackness of space pursued by four Starfuries. The swift fighters flew in a loose square formation as they spat PPG fire at the fleeing transport. The spheres of plasma fire flared as they smashed against a psi-shield erected by the transport's sole occupant. The lead Starfury, its dorsal hull decorated with the black field and omega symbol of Black Omega Squadron, opened a comm channel after yet another of its gun strikes failed to damage its target. "Omega leader to vessel Seven-Tango-Seven, shut down your engines and surrender your ship or we will be forced to destroy you." The psi-shield protecting the transport grew brighter as the pilot increased its strength, making the energy sphere so powerful that it blossomed like a deadly rose and engulfed the pursuing fighters, ripping them apart like toys. Alone in the void, the transport approached the system's Jumpgate, diving into its ex- panding whirlpool of light. Jeffrey Sinclair sat quietly upon a marble bench within the Zen Garden. Small birds and a soft breeze created background noises that calmed the nerves and aided contemplation. Sinclair inhaled the rich scents of plants and soft earth, his mind calm as he tried to cast off his worry for Catherine Sakai. It was two weeks since she had left Babylon 5 for the Rim, her task to survey a planet for Interplanetary Expeditions, a megacorp that explored abandoned planets for advanced technology. Catherine hadn't sent any messages since her departure, but that was expected in her line of work. Jeffrey was familiar with the waiting, it was like the vigil of a soldier before battle, never know- ing when or where the enemy would strike. Sinclair's thoughts began to grow darker, but they were inter- rupted by Ambassador Delenn, who walked quietly into the garden, then sat opposite Sinclair on another bench. "Good Afternoon, Captain," smiled Delenn as she bowed at the waist respectfully. "Good Afternoon, Ambassador," replied Sinclair. "How are you today?" "Fine. I was hoping to talk to you privately today," said the Minbari woman. "How can I help you?" inquired Sinclair curiously. "What do you hear about the Rim? Is anything strange going on?" retorted Delenn. "Nothing major. Raids among some of the Non- Aligned Worlds have increased. A few outer colonies have been out of contact for a few days. Peculiar, but not alarming, yet," answered Sinclair. "Minbar has also received reports like this," nodded Delenn. "Some in my government take these incidents very seriously." "It's a dangerous galaxy. Violence is a way of life on the frontier," said Sinclair. "I wish it was different, but conflict is inevitable when different cultures come into contact and interact. I only hope that Babylon 5 can offer a better solution to all the races of the galaxy." "Order can be imposed on the galaxy, but someone must show the others how to work together. The Minbari are very optimistic about you, Jeffrey Sinclair. We believe that you can guide the other races to a better way, through discipline and strong convictions," re- plied Delenn earnestly. "There is a legend among the Minbari, about an ancient race called the Shadows..." Sinclair's comm link bleeped loudly, interrupt- ing Delenn before she could finish her sentence. "Captain! An unidentified transport has emerged from the Jumpgate and is now floating dead in space. I've sent a squadron of 'Furies to check it out," re- ported Ivanova. "I'm coming back," replied Sinclair before he pressed his link, then smiled apologetically at Delenn. "Sorry, ambassador, duty calls." "We'll speak again," acknowledged Delenn with a fragile grin. Captain Sinclair walked quickly out of the Zen Garden, leaving Delenn alone to ponder the meditation stones until Kosh floated up behind her. *Time grows short,* said Kosh within Delenn's mind. *I know,* sighed Delenn mentally as she bit her lower lip with worry. "Captain on deck," said Ensign Corwin as Sin- clair marched through the open hatch and walked quickly to the Observation window. Ivanova waited tensely, watching as three Starfuries orbited the drifting transport. "The fighters report no passengers on the ship," said Ivanova as she glanced at Sinclair standing beside her. "Send a shuttle out there, have a security team check every berth on that ship," ordered Sinclair. "Yes, sir," nodded Susan before she opened a comm channel to Security. Talia Winters left her bathroom dripping and naked as she toweled her shoulder length blonde hair dry. After drying her nude, lithe body, the telepath sat at her vanity cabinet, then took a brush to comb out her shimmering hair. Talia's eyes were closed as she succumbed to the simple pleasure of running the comb through her golden mane, the bristles hard and caressing as they ran across her scalp. A delicate hand slid onto Talia's bare shoulder, startling the young woman as she opened her eyes wide and discovered the intruder standing behind her. "Still beautiful," whispered Jennifer Ironheart as her eyes ran up and down Talia's naked form. Talia blushed hotly, then rose from her chair to hug her fiery-haired visitor. "Damn, it seems like its been forever," moaned Talia as she held her friend tightly. "Yes, it's been too long," smiled Jennifer while she stroked Talia's still-damp hair. "What are you doing here? How long can you stay?" asked Talia quickly. "Not long. I just wanted to see you one more time," replied Jennifer with a sad grin. "Sounds serious," frowned Talia as she led the redhead to the edge of her bed. "It is. The Corps is after me," admitted Iron- heart. "What did you do?" inquired Talia. "It's complicated," replied Jennifer. "The Corps wants me because of my abilities, they've grown since our days at the Academy." "How?" "I volunteered for a special program. The Corps was trying to use chemical treatments to enhance psi- abilities, make a P-5 into a P-12, then make a P-12 into something unimaginable," said Jennifer as she stared at the floor. "The experiment worked, my powers grew, until they couldn't be charted on any kind of scale. The Corps was ecstatic, plans were developed to treat all the telepaths of the Corps, plans to make us so powerful that no one in Earthgov could stop us. I saw what they planned, it horrified me. They planned to make the mundanes into slaves, cheap laborers who would support an empire, an empire of telepaths. I killed the only scientist who could replicate the ex- periment, I destroyed all the materials and data, then I stole a ship and began traveling to the Rim. I stop- ped here so I could say good-bye to you, I just wanted to see your face one more time." "Oh, Jennifer," sighed Talia as she gazed at her friend in sympathy. "It sounds like a nightmare." "It is, Talia," murmured Ironheart while she looked up into Talia's large eyes and caressed her cheek tenderly, "but it's okay. I'm with you now, the only woman I ever loved." Talia drew her former lover close, hugging her tightly, then parting long enough to kiss her on the mouth, their lips melding as they joined their minds and experienced a flash of mental ecstasy. The Jumpgate flared as it disgorged a rectang- ular, gray transport that sailed unerringly towards Babylon 5. "Earth transport ship. The captain says he has two Psi-Cops who demand we meet with them at once," reported Ivanova as she read a monitor screen. "What's the status of the security team?" asked Sinclair as he stood gazing out the Observation window. "They're almost done searching the derelict. They haven't found anything yet," replied Susan with a dark frown. "Great," muttered Sinclair. "I'll be in Customs greeting our guests." "Better you than me," grinned Ivanova. Sinclair mock scowled at Susan, then walked with a sense of growing trepidation towards the exit. Captain Sinclair's scowl was heart-felt when he entered Customs and found two Psi-Cops arguing with the Security officer processing incoming travelers. The talking Psi-Cop was male, of average height, with short black hair and pale, taut skin. The second Cop was female, a bit taller than the man, with long, brown hair and smooth, white flesh. Both Cops wore black jackets and slacks, belts with holstered PPG pistols, and tight black leather gloves. The male Psi-Cop turned to watch Sinclair as he approached, then smiled coldly when Jeffrey motioned the guard back. "Ah, Captain Sinclair. A pleasure to meet the hero of the Border War," greeted the male Cop politely as he offered his right hand. Sinclair shook the Psi- Cop's hand firmly, then nodded at the female Cop standing slightly behind the male. "My name is Alfred Bester, and this is my partner, Ms. Kelsey," offered the male Cop. "Can we move this conversation to your office? The nature of my mission here is extremely sensitive and vital to Earth Alliance security." "Very well, if you'll both follow me," replied Sinclair as he led the duo out of the bustling Customs area. "I'll get to the point, Captain. I'm searching for a woman named Jennifer Ironheart, a rogue telepath that the Corps believes has fled to Babylon 5 to meet with someone named Talia Winters. Do you know of Ms. Winters, Captain?" inquired Bester. "Vaguely. I believe that she is a commercial telepath stationed here by the Corps," replied Sin- clair. "What did this Ms. Ironheart do?" "I'm sorry. That's classified information, strictly need-to-know," smiled Bester. "I need to know if this woman threatens my station," retorted Sinclair as he walked behind his desk and sat down. Bester and Kelsey sat in chairs facing Sinclair while Bester said, "Very well. Ms. Ironheart was part of a Psi-Corps experiment. We were working to enhance telepathic abilities, to make us even more productive to all the citizens of the Earth Alliance. Ms. Iron- heart got out of control, her abilities became too much for her and she fled, after killing one scientist and destroying several million credits worth of experi- mental equipment. She stole a transport ship, the very one hanging outside of this station, then began fleeing out to the Rim. We tracked her here, and we believe that she'll try to acquire Ms. Winters' assistance. We need to find Talia and scan her, see if she's met with Ironheart yet. Would you call her here, please?" asked Bester graciously. "Ivanova. Call Talia Winters and tell her to come to my office immediately," ordered Sinclair from his comm link. "Yes, sir," acknowledged Susan. Talia Winters lay prone on her back, her tongue sliding wetly up and down Jennifer Ironheart's cunt as the redhead pressed her crotch over Talia's lovely face. Jennifer held tightly to the head board of the bed, her pale skin beading with sweat as she gasped with sensual pleasure from Talia's attentions. The two women's minds were linked, Jennifer tasted what Talia did as she ate out Ironheart's cunt while Talia experienced the results of her own pussy diving. Talia reached up with her hands, squeezing and fondling Jen- nifer's tight ass while the redhead bit her lip and rubbed her breasts against the smooth wall. "Ah, it's so good!" moaned Jennifer as she gyrated her hips, grinding her slit against Talia's sucking mouth. Talia groaned huskily in reply as she thrust her tongue deep into Jennifer's vagina, licking the quivering walls of her fuck tunnel until it clench- ed involuntarily. Talia licked up and down Jennifer's snatch, rubbing her nose in red pubic hair, inhaling the panting woman's musky scent as she slid her tongue up against Jennifer's small ass hole, coating the orifice with glistening saliva. Jennifer pressed her left hand against the wall as she reached down with her right, rubbing her fingers between her firm ass cheeks, plunging a long finger into her anus while Talia buried her mouth inside her lover's dripping cunt. Jennifer's naked body shook as erotic tremors assaulted her hot flesh. The red-maned woman turned around so that she lay across Talia's nude body, her head between Talia's outspread legs. Jennifer positioned her face over Talia's crotch, then leaned forward to begin a lewd oral assault on the blonde girl's pussy. Talia moaned loudly with pleasure, then moved her head forward so she could continue her ravishing of Jennifer's sopping wet twat. The two naked females licked and sucked each other's pussies endlessly, their naked bodies writhing together in an erotic ballet as their minds melted into one powerful sexual waterfall. "Ms. Talia Winters, please meet with Captain Sinclair in his office," said Lt. Cmdr. Ivanova over the room's intercom. "Oh, shit!" gasped Talia as she pulled back from Jennifer's throbbing cunt, then wriggled from under the naked woman's body. "The Psi-Cops are here," said Jennifer as she reclined upon the bed, her naked body relaxed like a sated tigress'. "Come here, Talia." Talia sat on the bed next to Jennifer before the woman leaned forward and kissed Talia warmly on the lips. "This will protect your mind if they try to scan you," whispered Jennifer with an alluring smile. "I hope so," grinned Talia as she left the bed and rushed to put on her clothes. "I really hate being scanned by the Psi-Cops." **** Chapter 5 Talia rushed to Captain Sinclair's office, her thoughts chaotic as she pondered the presence of the Psi-Cops and if they would find her memories of Jen- nifer's appearance on Babylon 5. As Talia entered the room, she found two Cops sitting opposite Sinclair talking quietly to him. While the male turned to watch Talia's entrance, the blonde girl recognized him as Alfred Bester, one of the more notorious Psi-Cops. *Hello, Talia,* broadcast Bester with a welcom- ing smile. "Mr. Bester," replied Talia verbally before she nodded briefly to the female Cop. Bester frowned slightly, then restored his cheerful expression and rose from his chair. "If you'll excuse me, Captain, I would like to scan Ms. Winters outside. This won't take long." "Very well," agreed Sinclair as he eyed Talia for the first time. The two Psi-Cops moved to either side of Talia, then escorted her outside Sinclair's office and waited until the door lowered shut. *It's been a long time,* thought Bester as he stroked Talia's left cheek with his gloved hand. Talia tried to flinch away, but something in Bester's tele- pathic contact made her freeze in place, prevented her from fighting Bester's familiar caress. Bester slowly removed his black gloves, his eyes relishing Talia's discomfort as she realized what was about to happen. Bester placed his palms against Talia's temples, his mind pushing more aggressively into the young woman's. Talia's mental shields melted like hot wax, her body grew limp as Bester rammed his telepathic probe into her brain, sifting roughly through her memories for any sign of Jennifer Ironheart. Ms. Kelsey stood nearby on watch, broadcasting a general repulsion field that made anyone approaching the passageway change their minds and take another route. Bester took his time scanning Talia's mind, he watched all of her many lesbian encounters during her training days and recently with a telepath named Lyta Alexander. *You are a horny little slut,* grinned Bester as he took one hand from Talia's temple and ran it down her neck, then over her panting breasts. *Please..don't,* begged Talia as she lay submis- sively in Bester's telepathic thrall. Bester drew close, inhaling Talia's breath as she gasped in mental exertion. He gazed in fascination at her moist, red lips, her wide, alluring eyes. Striking like a snake, Bester shot forward, kissing Talia lustfully on the mouth, his tongue sliding effortlessly past her slack lips. Talia moaned weakly, her eyes closing to slits as her body lay pressed be- tween the wall and Bester's black-garbed form. *We need to finish this quickly,* rebuked Kelsey. *Very well,* acknowledged Bester before he pull- ed his mouth away from Talia's, leaving a small trail of spittle against her small chin. *Is Jennifer here?* inquired Kelsey. *If she is, she hasn't met Talia yet," replied Bester as his cold eyes ravished Talia's vulnerable frame. *We should start searching the station then, level by level,* suggested Kelsey while she watched Bester. *Let's go,* agreed Bester as he caressed Talia's hip one last time. Talia slumped to the floor, her breath coming in loud gasps as sweat trickled down her face. She wiped her violated lips and chin with her arm, then leaned back against the cold bulkhead, silent tears sliding down her smooth cheeks. After a moment, she staggered back to her feet, then began a stumbling jog back to her quarters. Sinclair began sifting through his daily reports until the time grew uncomfortably long. Walking quickly to the door hatch, Jeffrey discovered that the passage- way was completely empty, apparently the Psi-Cops' scan was finished. Shrugging his shoulders in acceptance, Sinclair went back to his desk and began composing his own reports to Earth Force Command when his comm link bleeped at him. "Sinclair here," said the Captain as he sat back in his chair. "Ivanova, sir. The Psi-Cops seem to be search- ing the station, what's going on?" "They're looking for a woman called Jennifer Ironheart. She's a rogue telepath who's committed murder and destruction of property. Have Security send out search teams to aid the Psi-Cops and find the fugitive," ordered Sinclair. "Yes, sir," acknowledged Susan. "Couldn't the commercial telepath, Talia Winters, help the Cops? Or how about Lyta Alexander, she's registered here as well." "The Psi-Cops have already scanned Talia for information. Lyta is closed in with Ambassador Kosh right now. She's unavailable," replied Sinclair. "Just keep an eye on Bester and make sure the Cops have everything they need." "Yes, sir," said Ivanova before she cut the link. Lyta Alexander knelt on the hard floor, naked and shivering as Kosh floated above her in his imposing encounter suit. *Open yourself to me,* ordered Kosh. Lyta instantly obeyed, opening her mouth and eyes wide while sitting on her ass and spreading her slim legs apart. *Good,* purred Kosh before he lowered himself to the floor and unlatched his helmet. Pressure seals hissed as the helmet rose into the air, releasing a shaft of white light into the room that bathed Lyta's nude body in warm radiance. Lyta spread her arms apart, welcoming Kosh as he flew forward, entering Lyta by her eyes, mouth and pussy. Lyta quivered as Kosh's essence flooded into her, his soul hot and dripping with passion as he filled her vagina and womb with his light. Lyta's jaws opened until her facial muscles hurt, Kosh's probe poured down her throat while two more tendrils blinded her eyes as they entered her mind. The bodily invasion seemed to last forever, until Lyta felt her body was full to bursting with Kosh's essence. Suddenly, the assault stopped. The chamber plunged into darkness except for two small rays of light coming from Lyta's eyes. The light slowly faded, until Lyta was alone in a room of pitch black- ness. *It's been a long time since I wore flesh,* remarked Kosh as he used Lyta's hands to caress her own stomach and tits. *I almost forgot how pleasurable it was.* Lyta bit her lower lip as Kosh used her hands to caress her thighs, then rub her cunt sensually. *You're getting wet, already,* whispered Kosh as he caressed Lyta's slit with long, slim fingers. Lyta panted softly, her body burning with lust as she relinquished control of her hands to Kosh, allowed him to probe her vagina and make her suck the honey from her own fingers. Lyta fell onto her back, her legs spread lewdly apart as Kosh pumped two digits into her pussy, the fingers making squishy sounds as cum began to dribble onto the floor from her red-tufted snatch. "Kosh! Oh, god!" moaned Lyta as her naked body wriggled on the floor, her skin slick with sweat as she finger-fucked her own pussy. Lyta cupped her right breast with her right hand as her left hand pumped in and out of her quivering labia. She squeezed her ripe tit, then licked the hard nipple with her tongue, en- circling the pink knob while leaving a trail of saliva that dripped down to slide between her creamy breasts. Lyta threw back her head as a shudder traveled down her stomach and exploded in her crotch, releasing a torrent of musky juice over her thrusting fingers and firm, inner thighs. Kosh gathered Lyta's cum with her fingers, then pressed the sticky hand against the naked woman's mouth, relishing the taste as Lyta obediently sucked her own fluids from her digits, moaning with ecstasy at her own slutty behavior. *Bathe and get dressed. I wish to explore the station,* ordered Kosh. Talia looked up and down the passageway, then quickly slid her identicard into her door slot, crouch- ing under the rising door then swiftly palming the interior portal button. The door descended back down while Jennifer entered the living area drying her wet hair with a yellow towel. "How did it go?" asked the naked redhead. "They didn't find anything about you," replied Talia as she rushed forward and hugged her friend. "But the scan really hurt. Bester did things to me." Jennifer made soft, soothing noises while Talia sobbed into her bare shoulder. Jennifer stroked Talia's golden hair, caressing the crying girl's mind with peaceful thoughts until she finally calmed down and pulled away. *Thanks,* smiled Talia faintly as she wiped tears from her cheeks. "What are we going to do now? Bester and Kelsey are searching the station for you." "I have to go," said Jennifer with a regretful expression. "It's almost time for me to change." "Change? Into what?" asked Talia nervously. "A new life form," murmured Jennifer as she let the towel in her hand fall to the floor, her naked body beginning to glow with a warm, golden light. Talia backed away from Jennifer, her eyes wide with disbelief and a little fear as she pressed her body against the wall. Jennifer lowered her gaze, watching Talia affectionately while her body began to transform into pure mental energy. The door to Talia's quarters rumbled and shook, then fell inwards to reveal Bester and Kelsey with drawn PPGs. "Lower your shields, now!" shouted Bester as he tried to enter Jennifer's mind. "It's too late, Bester. You failed," smiled Jennifer as she lashed out with a psi- blast, smashing Kelsey into unconsciousness. Bester grimaced with pain, but fought back, aiming his PPG and firing several shots at the glowing woman. Talia screamed in protest, lurching forward to protect her lover. One PPG shot smashed into Talia's back, sending her to the floor like a limp doll. Jennifer roared in fury, extending her hand and launching a plasma bolt at Bester. The Psi-Cop yelled in agony as the right side of his body was engulfed in flesh-searing heat. Bester dropped his gun and fell to the floor of the hallway while Jennifer knelt beside Talia, who lay barely conscious on her stomach. "I'm so sorry," said Jennifer as tears of liquid fire dripped from her eyes. The mental being touched Talia's back wound with her hand, mending flesh and soothing raw nerves. In an instant, the nearly fatal wound was gone, completely healed without a scar to mark it. Talia sat up, looking up at Jennifer with gratitude and love. "I love you, Jennifer," whispered Talia as she reached forward to touch the woman's light. "And I love you, Talia. Forever," replied Jennifer with a smile before she leaned forward to kiss Talia's quivering lips. As the two women's mouths touched, Jennifer filled Talia's mind, imparting some- thing to the girl's essence. "Never forget who you are, Talia," warned Jen- nifer as she hugged the girl, enfolding her in an orb of light. "Fight to retain your soul. I've given you something that might help." Floating away, Jennifer began ascending towards the ceiling, smiling lovingly at Talia until she disap- peared into the bulkhead. Emerging into the void of space, Jennifer sailed past the empty transport ship, destroying it with a focused thought before she disap- peared into the quiet Jumpgate. "Bester is in stable condition," reported Dr. Franklin while Capt. Sinclair watched the patient from an observation window in Med-Lab. "I repaired the damage to his torso, and I was able to save his right arm, but it won't function anymore, the nerves were too damaged." "Ms. Kelsey?" inquired Sinclair as he turned to gaze at the female Psi-Cop, who sat next to Bester's bed staring at him intently. "Some minor bruises and a head-ache from a psi- blast. I gave her some pain- killers," replied Frank- lin. "Good work," nodded Sinclair before he left Med- Lab to write yet another report to Earthdome. Talia sat at a table in her quarters, a steaming cup of coffee sitting abandoned next to her as she pondered her encounter with Ironheart. "Keep my soul? A gift to help me remember my- self? What did she mean?" agonized Talia while she leaned back in her chair, her thoughts jumbled as she sat in the dark, alone. **** Chapter 6 The woman descended the boarding stairs of the transport Spinoza, then walked down the dark length of the landing bay, the chamber's only illumination a series of narrow light shafts. The striking brunette was stopped at the entrance of the Customs area by a burly male guard who took her identicard and ran it through a hand scanner. "This card is out of date. You must have been out there a long time," remarked the security guard as he downloaded new data into the card. "Yes, I've been out exploring the Rim," smiled the woman smoothly. "Did you find anything interesting?" asked the guard as he handed the identicard back. "Yes," grinned the woman darkly while she tucked her card back into her suit jacket, then repositioned her travel bag on her shoulder before proceeding deeper into the station. The woman passed Captain Sinclair, Mr. Bester, and Ms. Kelsey as they entered the Customs area. Bester and Kelsey frowned as the woman walked by, then re-focused their attention on Sinclair. Bester's right arm hung limply by his side, the hand clenched into a tight fist. "Well, my first visit to Babylon 5 was certainly memorable," smiled Bester ruefully. "Hopefully I won't have to come back anytime soon." "Have a safe trip back to Earth," replied Sin- clair diplomatically. "Oh, I'll be dropping by Mars first. Business there," corrected Bester as he raised his left hand to his forehead in salute. "Be seeing you, Captain Sinclair." Sinclair watched the two Psi-Cops clear the guard and walk into the landing bay, then he spun around to return to his office. Susan Ivanova combed her long, brown hair with her hand, then walked to the nearby bar to fix a glass of vodka. Sipping delicately, Ivanova plopped onto her sofa and asked the monitor for ISN. "President Santiago and Vice-President Clark have boarded Earth Force One and begun their tour of the Solar System. The President will visit the Moon Colony first, followed by a much anticipated visit to Mars, where Santiago hopes to quell the growing unrest of Mars' citizens. The first leg of the trip will end when Earth Force One reaches the Jumpgate near Io, where the President will begin a tour of the outer colonies of the Earth Alliance. ISN will bring you full coverage of this monumental good will tour as events unfold." Susan muted the monitor when the door chime ringed for attention. "Enter!" said Susan before she took a long sip from her glass. Talia Winters peeked inside, then walked ten0 tatively into the dimly-lit room. Susan blinked in surprise, then rose to face her unexpected guest. "Can I help you with something? I am off-duty, you know," said Ivanova as she stared at Talia intently. Talia glanced down at the floor, then ran a gloved hand through her short, blonde hair nervously. "Well..um, I have two tickets for a Centauri opera, and..um..I was wondering if you would..like to go?" asked Talia before she bit her lip. "Centauri opera? I've never heard one. Sure, why the hell not?" shrugged Susan before she gulped down the rest of her drink, made a face as the vodka hit her, then smiled cheerfully at the observing young woman. "Let's go!" Talia grinned in mild surprise and pleasure as Susan draped an arm around her shoulders, allowing the blonde to lead the way to the Theater Auditorium. The woman pressed the door chime to Ambassador G'Kar's quarters, then straightened her posture, smoothing out her knee-length grey skirt with her hands. The hatch slid open, allowing warm, dry air to escape and blow over the brunette's face and body. Allowing her grey eyes to adjust to the red, dim light, the woman entered the room and moved to stand in front of G'Kar's desk, where he sat reading a report. "Yes? What is it?" asked G'Kar tersely. "Hello. My name is Morgana, and I scheduled a brief meeting with you at this time," nodded the woman politely. "Then continue with your brief presentation," replied G'Kar as he raised his red eyes to meet Mor- gana's. "It's very simple. I have a question, what do you want?" smiled Morgana. "What do I want? What do I want for supper? What do I want to do this evening? What do you mean?" frowned G'Kar. "What do you want?" repeated Morgana. "You're wasting my time, Ms. Morgana. Please leave," said G'Kar with a wave. "I've gone to a lot of trouble through your government on Narn to arrange this, surely you can answer one simple question?" retorted Morgana. G'Kar stared at the cheerful young woman, then bared his teeth savagely. "What do I want? The Centauri invaded my world, I want justice. I want to blacken their skies, tear down their cities and poison their ground with salt! I want to grind their bones to powder, to completely and utterly erase them!" spat the Narn passionately. "And then what?" probed Morgana eagerly. "I..I don't know. As long as my world's safety is insured, nothing else matters," admitted G'Kar. "I see. Thank you for seeing me. Good day," bowed Morgana before she spun on her heels and left the red-hued room. "You have the Eye?" asked Lindra eagerly as she examined a square box before the man in front of her. "I do. Have you transferred my payment into my account?" retorted the balding human coldly. "Yes. Quite a sum. Enough to buy a small planet," grimaced Lindra. "But worth it," smiled the man as he gently pushed the box towards the Centauri Ambassador. Lindra grasped the box greedily, then slid the top open, bathing her beautiful face in warm, ruby radiance. "The Eye," murmured Lindra in awe. "I believe our business in concluded, Ambas- sador. Good-bye," said the man as he rose from his chair and left the open cafe. Lindra closed the box, then swiftly left the Zocalo, taking a series of lifts that led to her quarters in the diplomatic sector. "Did you get it?" asked Adira while she polished a golden statue of Li, the Centauri goddess of Passion. "By the gods I did!" declared Lindra triumphant- ly as she held the plain box over her head. Adira squealed with joy, then rushed to embrace her mistress. The two women kissed hotly, then Lindra broke away regretfully. "We can celebrate later. I have to contact Centauri Prime and relay the good news," grinned Lindra before she moved to her terminal and began establishing a link to homeworld. Lyta and Kosh entered the hanger bay where Kosh's ship sat patiently. A probe extended from the skin of the vessel, emitting a green ray that scanned both beings until it recognized Kosh's essence. The probe retracted back into the hull, then a hatchway melted open. *I hope that I can come back soon,* thought Lyta as she looked up worshipfully at Kosh. *I do as well,* nodded the Vorlon as his eye port expanded open with sincerity. *But this must be done. You must undergo this change to better serve our cause.* *I know. But..I'm scared,* admitted Lyta as she looked down, her mouth trembling. *I will always be with you..Lyta,* soothed Kosh. Lyta smiled, raising her face to bathe in the light pouring from Kosh's eye port. Pressing her red lips together in determination, Lyta stood stiffly, then moved intimately close to Kosh, pressing her small hands against his bulky encounter suit. *I love you,* said Lyta as she rubbed her cheek against the imposing Vorlon's frame. *Go..now,* replied Kosh gently. Lyta backed away, then shouldered her bag as she moved to the Vorlon ship and entered its dark interior. The hatch sealed shut, then the fluid-curved vessel rose silently from its moorings and turned slowly to face the grinding doors of the launch bay. Kosh floated backwards out of the hanger, then stared out of an observation window as his ship left the bay and slid gracefully into the corridor that would lead to space. Kosh's eye port closed to a pinprick, then the massive Vorlon left the window, returning to his cold, empty quarters. Talia staggered as she supported Susan's body. Ivanova giggled to herself as she slid her identicard into her door slot, allowing the hatch to rise open. Talia steered Susan through the door towards her bed- room while the drunk woman sang off-key and laughed obnoxiously loud. "I knew you drank, but not this much," said Talia before she dropped Susan on top of the messy sheets. "My father drank. He would drink one large glass of vodka every night to keep the wolf away, then he would drink two more small glasses in case she had any cubs," giggled Susan as she lay limply on the bed, her arms and legs spread out wide. "I guess I picked up his bad habits." "He died, didn't he?" asked Talia softly. "You scanned me?" glared Susan. "No, but it was in your surface thoughts. You're broadcasting very loudly," replied Talia with a grin. "Oops," said Susan as she covered her mouth with her hand. "I better stop while I'm thinking this." Talia turned her head quizzically, then blushed a deep red as she picked up Susan's next thought. "Well, you do have a nice ass," smiled Ivanova while she enjoyed Talia's embarrassment. "You're drunk, I should go," murmured Talia as she rose from the bed. "Not quite yet," replied Susan before she pounced on Talia's small shoulders, then pulled the girl back onto the bed. Before the blonde could pro- test, Susan smothered her mouth with moist lips, thrusting a desperate tongue into Talia's throat. Talia moaned in protest, then grew relaxed as Ivanova's mind caressed her own thoughts. *You're a telepath too?* sent Talia. *Only a latent one,* replied Susan as she tore open Talia's jacket and blouse, then bent down to suck loudly on the girl's ripe breasts. *That feels good,* commented Talia while Susan suckled on her pink nipples, coaxing the knobs to hardness. *I'm just getting started,* grinned Ivanova be- fore she slid her hand up Talia's skirt and began massaging the girl's pussy through her soft, silk panties. "Oh, god," moaned Talia as she closed her eyes, her breathing hot as her pale, white skin flushed with pleasure. Susan flooded Talia's mind with lust and longing as she slid her hand lewdly up and down the girl's crotch, making her panties wet with arousal. Ivanova kissed Talia once more on the mouth, then moved in-between the blonde girl's outspread legs, pushing her skirt up onto her hips as skilled hands pulled off her dripping white panties. *Fuck me,* begged Talia as she thrust her cunt onto Susan's face. Ivanova began licking Talia's labia enthusiastically, her tongue savoring the girl's spicy pink flesh and sticky honey. Talia groaned loudly, her forehead beading with sweat as she bit her lower lip and grasped the sheets with her hands. Susan's hands rubbed up and down Talia's bare legs as she sucked on the girl's slit, her tongue probing deep into Talia's quivering vagina. "Ugh..more," moaned Talia, her shapely hips gyrating sensually while Susan's head moved up and down her crotch, Ivanova's mouth grasping the folds of Talia's pussy, sucking the musky juices from the tender skin. Susan turned Talia onto her stomach, then licked her tongue across the girl's tight, round ass, savoring the flavor of the firm, warm flesh. "Ummm, you taste delicious," moaned Susan before she slid her tongue down Talia's crack, trickling saliva down into the girl's throbbing pussy. Talia blushed at Susan's dirty language, then gasped as Ivanova nuzzled inside her cunt, licking the insides of her vagina until it gushed with hot jism. Talia's small ass bucked as Ivanova slurped inside her womb, devouring the sweet honey flowing from her body. The blonde girl stuffed a sheet into her mouth, muffling her cries as she orgasmed, her crotch spasming with each overpowering jolt of pleasure. Ivanova's body spasmed in sympathy, her mind sharing Talia's orgasms, experiencing them as if they were her own. Susan crawled up Talia's limp body, nuzzling her damp hair before turning her onto her back and kissing her wantonly. *This time we'll try it without clothes,* grin- ned Ivanova before she began pulling off Talia's dis- heveled jacket and shirt. Delenn answered the door chime to her quarters, allowing the attractive human female inside. "Hello, Ambassador. Thank you for agreeing to see me. I just have a single question to ask you," smiled Morgana warmly. "Ask," invited Delenn as she backed away a short distance. "What do you want?" inquired Morgana. Before Delenn replied, she frowned, her mind flaring with alarm. Looking intently at Morgana, the Minbari gasped softly as the woman's face and body became engulfed in darkness, waves of death wafting forward to caress Delenn's face. A silver triangle appeared on Delenn's forehead as she clutched her hands together in fear and backed away even more. "Leave," ordered Delenn coldly. "Ambassador?" asked Morgana curiously. "Get out!" spat the Minbari. Morgana bowed briefly, then left the candle-lit room. The silver triangle disappeared from Delenn's face, but the fear remained within her pumping heart. "They're here," whispered Delenn, her voice taut with dread. **** Chapter 7 Lt. Cmdr. Ivanova entered C & C with a wide, warm smile for everyone. She wished Ensign Corwin a cheerful good morning, then punched Captain Sinclair playfully on the arm as she took her place before the Observation window. "You're looking happy today," smiled Sinclair in amusement. "Something happen last night?" "Just making a new friend, Captain," grinned Susan evilly. "Ah," replied Sinclair as he glanced warily at his second-in-command. "Some reports are coming in of raiders attacking transport ships near this sector. I want you to take Alpha Squadron and check it out." "Yes, sir," saluted Ivanova cheerfully before she marched from the room. Ivanova was making her way towards the Starfury bays when she spotted Talia Winters coming towards her. The two young women smiled at each other, then Talia extended a mental probe that gently caressed Susan's mind affectionately. Susan managed not to flinch at the telepathic contact, it didn't seem so bad when Talia was the one joining with her. "Are you free tonight?" asked Talia shyly as the two women stood near the wall of the passageway. "I think so. Sinclair ordered me to take a flight of Starfuries to the edge of the sector in order to check out some reports of raider activity. I should be back by evening," replied Ivanova while she clasped Talia's left hand tightly. Making sure no Earthforce personnel were in the passage, Susan leaned forward quickly, kissing Talia passionately on the lips. "You're such a tease," whispered Talia huskily as she ran her gloved finger across her moist lips. "I'll take my time with you tonight, wench," grinned Susan before she resumed her journey, squeezing Talia's firm ass briefly as she walked past. Lindra Mollari stood before her full length mirror, adjusting some of the ornaments on her long- tailed, navy blue jacket. "Lord Kiro and Lady Ladira should be disembark- ing by now," warned Adira as she walked up behind her mistress, lightly dusting the back of the Centauri woman's coat. "I have to look good for our guests," replied Lindra while she primped her rich, black hair, then licked her lips and turned to face her aide. "Have the wine and food ready when I bring them back here." "Yes, mistress," nodded Adira respectfully. Lindra patted Adira's hand, then resolutely left her quarters to meet the Centauri nobles. Ivanova's Starfury shot out of the glowing Jump- gate, propelled by the force of her emergence as she set course for the coordinates of the last raider attack. Six other Starfuries followed Susan, spread out in a loose line formation. "Keep your eyes on your long-range scanners. Let me know if you see anything unusual," ordered Susan crisply. "Furies Five and Six, stay here to guard our rear." Two Starfuries slowed their flight, remaining near the Jumpgate while their companions traveled deeper into the system. "Lord Kiro, Lady Ladira," bowed Lindra before the two richly garbed Centauri nobles. "Ambassador Mollari," nodded Kiro in acknowledg- ment. "Shall we leave this place for somewhere more private?" "Certainly, my lord," agreed Lindra as she led the way out of Customs towards a nearby lift. "The Eye is safe?" inquired Kiro as he walked close to Lindra. "Yes, it's ready for you to take back home at any time," replied Lindra. "I should like to see it before we return to Prime," murmured Kiro. "It's rather unusual, but I don't see any harm," said Lindra tentatively as she glanced at the tall lord. "Good," smiled Kiro smugly. Adira quietly served Kiro and Ladira drinks in tall, crystal glasses, then offered trays of Centauri delicacies before retiring to the kitchen to await her masters' wishes. Kiro sat impatiently on a cushioned chair while Lindra retrieved the Eye and placed the box containing it upon a nearby table. Kiro reached hesi- tantly forward, sliding open the box, then reaching within to withdraw the revered Eye. "It's beautiful," whispered Kiro as he held the Eye in one hand, a delicate web of silver and gold encrusted with precious gems. At the heart of the Eye was a single, perfect ruby that glowed with a warm, inner light, a fiery sun surrounded by gleaming moons of wealth. "Truly, it is a symbol of Emperors," murmured Lord Kiro as he turned the Eye with his hands, his gaze mesmerized by the burning stone within. "I believe your ship departs tomorrow," reminded Lindra with a polite cough. "The government wants me to hold the Eye until your departure." "Yes, that would probably be best," said Kiro before he reluctantly replaced the Eye in its box and sealed it shut. He quickly drained his glass of wine, then stood up, motioning Ladira to proceed before him. As the two nobles left, Kiro turned slightly, watching Lindra from his peripheral vision. "Where did it all go wrong, Ambassador? When did we lose it all?" asked Kiro darkly. "I don't know," replied Lindra as she daydreamed of lost glory. "I don't know." "Sinclair to Ivanova. Have you found anything?" asked the Captain. "Debris from a freighter. Long-range scan detects four raiders leaving the system at maximum burn. Plotting a pursuit course," replied Susan. "Raiders burning out-system away from the Jump- gate?" whispered Sinclair. "Commander! Turn about and return to the station!" "But sir, the raiders," protested Ivanova. "Return to base now!" ordered Sinclair. "They're trying to draw you off." "Coming home," acknowledged Ivanova. "You summoned me, mistress?" asked Adira as she entered Lady Ladira's quarters. "Yes, child. You belong to Ambassador Mollari?" inquired the noble. "Yes, mistress," replied the girl as she lowered her face. "You must be careful," said Ladira as she reach- ed out to take Adira's hands. "Dark times are coming. Death surrounds Lindra, and you may fall victim to it." "Will Lindra be safe?" asked Adira fearfully. "I don't know, her path is obscured by fire and the screams of her victims," replied Ladira. "You must guide Mollari, keep her from falling too far into Shadow." "I'll do whatever I can to protect my mistress," promised Adira fervently. "Good. You must go now, child," replied Ladira as she released the Centauri girl's hands. Morning arrived on Babylon 5, and Ambassador Mollari quickly left her quarters bearing the Eye for her farewell to Kiro. As Lindra entered a waiting lift, Morgana stepped agilely inside, watching as Mollari punched in a level number and waited for the lift to descend. "Hello, Ambassador. I've been wanting to see you for some time," said Morgana with a polite smile. "And who are you?" asked Lindra distractedly. "Morgana. I need to ask you a question, it won't take long," replied the lovely woman. "I'm rather busy right now, make an appoint- ment," said Lindra just before the lift doors cycled open. Lindra shot out of the lift, while Morgana followed from a distance. "What do you want, Lindra?" asked Morgana in- tently. "I want you to leave me alone," retorted Mollari as she almost disappeared around a corner. "Is that really all?" insisted Morgana. Lindra stopped in her tracks, then turned to face Morgana with a glare. "You really want to know what I want? You want to know the truth? I want my people to reclaim their rightful place in the galaxy. I want to see the Cen- tauri stretch forth their hand again and command the stars! I want a rebirth of glory - a renaissance of power! I want us to be what we used to be! I want.. I want it all back the way that it was! Does that answer your question?" spat Lindra before she disap- peared down the passage. "Yes, it does," smiled Morgana cruelly. Mollari entered the Customs area where Lord Kiro and Ladira waited. As Lindra handed the box with the Eye to Kiro, a human pushed out of the crowd and grab- bed Kiro, thrusting a PPG pistol against the lord's temple. "Everybody! Back!" shouted the human male while he dragged Kiro towards the landing bay. "Kiro!" shouted Ladira as she began to follow before Lindra grabbed her thin arms and restrained her. Alarms began to blare as a security guard tried to get a bead on the thief. The human swiftly fired his gun, exploding the guard's head like a fruit as the plasma burst boiled his escaping brains. Human passen- gers and aliens screamed as they fled the Customs room. Ladira grew limp in Mollari's grasp, her eyes glazed as the walls began to shake from exterior explosions. "They've come! They've come for Lord Kiro!" moaned Ladira. C & C was bathed in red emergency light as PPG bolts flew across the star scape. "Activate defense grid! Launch all fighters!" ordered Sinclair as a huge, wheel- shaped command ship disgorged waves of raider vessels. PPG blasts slammed into B5's hull as the raiders danced gracefully along its hull, destroying comm antennas and power vanes. Squadrons of Starfuries launched from their bays, pur- suing the wing- shaped raider ships, driving them away from the station. A lone shuttle bearing Lord Kiro and the human emerged from B5's docking bay, flying direct- ly towards the waiting command ship. Fighters dodged and chased in the fire-cluttered space around the station. Garibaldi led the Starfury contingent, focusing his pilots' fire on the vulnerable wing as- semblies of the swift raider craft. Fighters exploded like bright, ruby balloons around Babylon 5, their deaths illuminating the blue-tinged hull as defensive turrets added more fire into the lethal dogfight. "Ivanova, now!" ordered Sinclair before C & C shook from another near hit. The Jumpgate near Babylon 5 swirled open, re- leasing Alpha Squadron into the chaotic mass of combat. "Take'm out!" ordered Ivanova as she swung be- hind a raider and tore it apart with a precise PPG burst. The raider command ship slowly turned to star- board, abandoning its fighters as it opened a spinning whirlpool of golden light in space. "Command ship is opening a Jumppoint! Changing course to pursue!" declared Ivanova as she turned her fighter hard to port. "Negative! Let it go!" ordered Sinclair wearily. "But sir!" argued Susan. "I said let it go! It's too dangerous," replied Sinclair. "Help Garibaldi take out the other raider fighters." "Yes, sir," grumbled Ivanova as she shot up into a wide turn that led back to the station. The raider command ship left Hyperspace, enter- ing an empty system that no one could find easily. Lord Kiro walked down a dim passageway, clutching the Eye close to his chest as he met the captain of the raider vessel. "Excellent work, Captain!" praised Kiro. "Now just set course for the rendevous and I'll be able to take the Eye back to Centauri Prime for my declaration of the throne." "Sorry, change in plans," smiled the captain as he seized the Eye from Kiro's grip. "What the hell?" snarled Kiro with rage. "I'm going to ransom this little trinket, and you, Kiro," replied the raider. "If you're lucky, the Centauri government will pay your ransom and you'll get to go home. You may not become Emperor, but you'll still be alive.. to continue paying me unless you want your people to know that you plotted to steal the Eye in the first place." "Damn you.." began Kiro before the ship's alarm claxon began to chime. "What the..?" stammered the raider as he looked up at the ceiling. Outside the raider ship, a huge, oily-black shape emerged from Hyperspace, screaming shrilly as it fired a violet plasma beam at the raider. The first beam tore the dorsal section from the hull, then a second shot sliced the vessel in half while secondary explosions consumed the defenseless interior. Lindra Mollari sat limply in a chair, loosely holding a goblet of wine in her right hand. Adira knelt on the floor near Lindra's seat, mending one of Lindra's pair of hose. The door chime sounded, generating no reaction from the depressed ambassador. Adira rose to her feet with a sigh, then went to open the door. Morgana smiled as the hatch slid upwards, holding a blackened box in her hands. "Mistress, it's Ms. Morgana," informed Adira softly. "Eh? What does she want?" mumbled Lindra before she took another gulp from her goblet. "I come bearing a gift, from friends you don't know you have," said Morgana as she slipped into the room and set the charred box on a table. Lindra staggered to her feet, then approached the table, picking up the box and sliding it open. The light of the Eye bathed her astonished face, giving her features a hellish cast. "The Eye! How?!" gasped Lindra. "I'm glad that you like my gift," smiled Morgana as she backed towards the open door. "We'll speak again later." "How can I repay you? How will I find you?" exclaimed Mollari happily as she followed Morgana to- wards the doorway. "We will find you, ambassador. We will find you," whispered Morgana with fire-tinged eyes. Talia sat reading a book when her door bleeped at her. Answering the summons, Talia's eyes widened in surprise when Ivanova burst in and kissed her hard on the mouth. Susan was still garbed in her sweaty flight suit, a bottle of liquor in her left hand as she pres- sed her body against Talia's and sucked hungrily on the girl's lips. "Uh, hi," said Talia when she finally broke away from Ivanova's embrace. "Shit, I'm so damn horny," whispered Susan huskily as she unzipped her flight suit and slid out. "Uh..shouldn't you take a shower first?" hedged Talia as she backed into the counter of her small kitchen. "No way, I want to fuck you now!" declared Susan as she grabbed Talia's shoulders and kissed her again, then began licking down the blonde's creamy neck. "Ah..no," moaned Talia while Susan tore off her blouse, then ripped off her lace bra. Ivanova devoured Talia's tits, sucking desperately on the warm mounds of flesh, biting the sensitive nipples painfully. "Stop it!" begged Talia as she leaned back against the counter, her mind flooded with the force of Susan's lust. "I know you want it, bitch!" snarled Susan be- fore she turned Talia around, then pulled down the girl's skirt and panties. Before Talia could protest further, Susan crushed her face into the girl's ass, sucking ravenously on her trembling cunt. Talia gasped for breath, pressing her arms against the counter's surface for support as Susan grasped her bare hips and thrust an urgent mouth into her moistening slit. Ivanova slapped Talia's ass hard, then did it again and again until Talia was crying with agony and her rump was burning red. Susan stood up and pushed Talia onto the floor, then uncorked the wine and poured it down onto Talia's naked body. The blonde girl squirmed as the cold liquor sprayed over her breasts, stomach, and slim legs. Susan held the bottle over Talia's face, letting the stream of wine splash against her beautiful mouth, nose and chin. When the bottle was empty, Susan tossed it aside, then straddled atop Talia's stained, dripping body. Ivanova leaned down, licking the sweet, red wine from Talia's shoulders and panting tits. Talia moaned weakly until Susan shut her up with a kiss, dry lips sucking the liquor from Talia's trembling, seductive mouth. Susan drank the wine from Talia's neck, breasts, and stomach, then forced the girl's legs apart, licking the wine from her firm, creamy thighs and musky crotch. Talia panted loudly as Susan licked wine from her burn- ing pussy, the liquor mixing with the honey dripping from her aroused vagina. Ivanova slid her lips across Talia's throbbing cunt, her tongue teasing as it caressed the girl's labia and flicked over her engorged clit. Talia lay limply on the carpeted floor, her arms outspread as she laid her head back and closed her eyes in helpless ecstasy. Susan's licks became more forceful, more demanding as she entered Talia's dripping vagina and began sucking like a vacuum. Talia groaned with pleasure, her breasts pumping like a bellows as her climax grew closer. Sliding across Talia's naked body, Susan rammed her mouth against her lover's as Talia's mind screamed with an orgasm, the sensual spike impal- ing into Susan's brain as she melded her thoughts with the blonde girl beneath her. *More,* begged Talia as she looked up into Susan's bright eyes. Ivanova smiled, then moved her crotch to press against Talia's eager mouth. **** Chapter 8 The Sky Dancer sailed out of the Jumpgate towards a lone planet illuminated by a bright, fiery nebula. Catherine Sakai activated her long range scanners, surveying the system as she approached the solitary world. Just as her active sensor array engaged, five sharp-edged vessels appeared from nowhere to surround Catherine's boxy, ungraceful craft. Oval crystals embedded on the noses of the alien ships flared with deadly light as they aimed ominously at the Sky Dancer. Behind the swift, agile destroyers shimmered a huge, oily-skinned vessel with many sharp appendages in a spider-like arrangement. Catherine gasped in terror, her eyes growing wide as the black warship screamed in her mind, making her tremble like a paralyzed rabbit. With her hands frozen on the con- trols of her ship, the comm indicator blinked for attention. "Who are you?" hissed a nerve-grating voice after Catherine depressed the receive button of her comm system. "Catherine..Catherine Sakai," stuttered Catherine. "You come from Babylon 5?" inquired the alien. "Yes, how did you know?" frowned Catherine in puzzlement. "You will land on Home. If you try to escape, you will die," warned the alien acidly before he cut the comm transmission. The five tri-winged destroyers slid around the Sky Dancer, hemming it in as Catherine re-engaged her engines and continued towards the desolate-looking planet. The black warship ascended into space, hover- ing arrogantly over the lesser vessels as they entered the planet's gravity well and began their descent to the surface. The hull of the Sky Dancer grew cherry red as it pushed against the world's thin atmosphere. Eventually Catherine landed her ship at coordinates dictated by the hissing alien crewman. Locking down her engines, Catherine shut down almost all of the Sky Dancer's systems, then put on a lightweight environ- mental suit according to the alien's instructions. Taking a deep breath to calm her shaking nerves, Catherine released the hatch lock, which lowered a ramp down to the dust-choked ground below. Catherine turned on a bright hand lamp, then slowly walked down the exit ramp, stumbling as strong winds slammed into her body and obscured her helmet visor with an endless torrent of brown dust. The young woman grasped a ramp pole as the wind assaulted her, her arms burning with strain until a black-robed figure emerged from the dust storm and seized her right hand. "Come with me," hissed the alien loudly as he pulled Catherine along. Catherine struggled vainly for a moment, then surrendered to the stronger alien and allowed him to guide her to an ugly mound of rock. The duo entered a large cave entrance, the shelter protecting them from the dust and wind, allowing them both to move more freely. The alien pulled Catherine relentlessly, forcing her to descend into a pitch- black tunnel that burrowed deep within the crust of the planet. Catherine wiped dust from her visor, then smiled softly as the air became lighter and warmer. Glow orbs flashed to life as the duo entered a square chamber with sev- eral atmospheric suits hanging from pegs along the stone walls. "Remove your protective gear," ordered the alien as he pointed to an empty peg on the right. "What is your name?" asked Catherine as she unsealed her helmet, then shook out her short, sweat- slick black hair. "I am Drakh," replied the pasty-skinned alien as he stared at her with burning, red eyes. "Is that your name or the name of your race?" inquired Catherine. "Yes," answered the Drakh simply. "This is going to be informative," muttered Catherine to herself. "Come," said the Drakh with a beckoning gesture. Catherine followed the Drakh down several twisting hallways which led to an arched passage. Trailing the black-robed alien reluctantly, Catherine gasped in wonder as they entered a small balcony over- hanging a huge, ebony-towered, underground city. "Behold, Angmar," said the Drakh proudly. Catherine clutched the rail of the balcony tightly as she gazed over the immense city, then stared at a shaft of golden light that flowed from a portal on the opposite wall of the huge cavern. The beam was focused on the pinnacle of the city's tallest spire, where it was diffused and distributed throughout the metropolis. "Come," said the Drakh before it began a long descent down a hewn staircase. The city was strangely quiet to Catherine as she glanced at the dark edifices, there were no sounds of vehicles or citizens moving about. The occasional robed figure walked briefly along a street, as well as strange, insect-shaped creatures that flowed sinuously over the boulevards. The entire city was dimly-lit, only the shaft of light provided any significant illumination. The woman and her Drakh guide reached the street level of the city, then traveled down a wide road until they stopped at the foot of a tall, sharply peaked tower. "Go," ordered the Drakh as he pointed towards the tower's door, which opened silently at his gesture. "Who lives there?" asked Catherine nervously. "The Masters," replied the Drakh before he fell silent, his eyes boring into Catherine's. Sighing in resignation, Catherine slowly climbed the short staircase that led to the open door, then carefully entered the tower. Emerging into a small entrance room, Catherine looked up at a long, spiraling staircase that climbed all the way to the summit of the tower. The iron door behind Catherine closed silently, and when she tried to pull the portal open, it refused to budge. Kicking the door with her booted foot, Catherine began the long climb to the top, occasionally stopping to rest and catch her breath. She finally reached the top of the staircase, her breasts pumping as she panted for air. The door to Catherine's right rumbled open, inviting the young woman to enter. Cautiously, Catherine slipped inside, her eyes drawn to the large, floor to ceiling window that gave an impressive view of the city. Catherine walked up to the window, pressing her bare hands over the warm, smooth glass as she gazed at the vista with admiration. *My city is beautiful, isn't it?* whispered a soft voice within Catherine's mind. *It was built when all of the Young Ones were still puddles of slime on their respective homeworlds.* Catherine spun to seek out the alien transmit- ting telepathically to her. A Shadow emerged from a dark corner, his limbs clicking against the stone floor as he drew closer to the trembling human. *Do not be afraid, I will not harm you,* soothed the Shadow as it lowered its wedge-shaped head, fixing Catherine with a glowing, six-eyed gaze. "What race are you?" whispered Catherine as she clenched her hands together over her stomach. *The Young Ones named us Shadows. We have lived in this galaxy for millions of centuries, watching your kind evolve and fight.* "What do you want with me?" asked Catherine. *Great plans are in motion, the next great war between Order and Chaos is about to begin. We require allies, we hope that humanity will join with us against the Vorlons and their slaves,* replied the Shadow as he moved closer to Catherine. "What do you want me to do?" murmured Catherine as she stared deeply into the Shadow's glowing eyes, her mind growing warm and foggy as the alien stimulated the pleasure centers of her brain. *You will return to Babylon 5. You will con- vince Captain Sinclair to lend us his support. In exchange, we will share our technology with the Earth Alliance, both of our races will unite against the oppression of the Vorlons. Will you help us? Will you help me?* asked the Shadow insidiously. "Yes," moaned Catherine as she closed her eyes to slits, her skin flushed as lust boiled within her veins. *You are a very good girl,* praised the Shadow while he caressed her left cheek with a manipulator limb. Catherine groaned with sensual pleasure, her body slack as a second Shadow approached her from be- hind and wrapped his oily-sheened arms around her wrists and stomach. The Shadow in front of Sakai slit open her jumpsuit with one of his claws, then pulled the torn garment down to her ankles. The second Shadow fondled Catherine's body from behind, squeezing her breasts, then sliding cool claws down her flat stomach. Catherine gasped when the Shadow reached her crotch, hard chitin rubbing against her tender pussy until it grew wet with arousal. *The Shadows represent Chaos in its purest form. We refute discipline and obedience, rather we promote self-indulgence, lust, and greed. These are not flaws or sins, they are basic tenets of life that all creatures share and must surrender to if they are to attain total fulfillment. Give in to your lust, Catherine. Surrender your lovely body to me,* whisper- ed the Shadow seductively into the young woman's mind. "Yes, take me," begged Catherine as she leaned back against the second Shadow, her hips gyrating as he slid a claw into her quivering cunt. The first Shadow leaned close to Catherine's face, opening his maw and releasing a dripping purple tongue towards her panting lips. Sakai groaned achingly as the Shadow licked across her lips and chin, then slid his slimy probe into her small mouth. The second Shadow's lower torso split open, allowing a long, ichor-slick, black penis to slither out and ram inside Catherine's warm fuck hole. Catherine moaned softly around the tongue wiggling inside her throat as the Shadow's cock filled her pussy, spreading her pink folds to the tearing point. The short-haired brunette grunted as the second Shadow began thrusting into her belly, his phallic limb pulsing erotically within her vagina. The first Shadow pulled away from Catherine's dripping mouth, then moved to her heaving tits, sucking loudly on her orbs of creamy flesh. "Uhh, it's so good! Fuck me harder!" panted Catherine while the Shadow behind her rammed his body against her firm ass, his cock punching deeply into her, his flesh feeding on her warmth and life. The first Shadow left Catherine's saliva- drenched breasts, then opened his own carapace, re- leasing his own cock and raising it to the naked woman's panting mouth. *Suck it, human slut,* ordered the Shadow firmly. Submissively, Catherine clasped her moist lips over the head of the huge, dripping rod, licking the throbbing tip with her delicate tongue. As the Shadow hissed with pleasure, Catherine began pumping her head up and down, her mouth sucking deeply on the pole as she allowed it to slide down her warm throat. The Shadow grasped Catherine's head with two of his claws, then thrust his member forward, enjoying the lewd spectacle of a human female devouring his cock with her sensuous lips. The two Shadows fucked Catherine for over an hour, one pumping against her bare ass while the other rammed his tool in and out of her ravenous mouth. With a powerful climax, both Shadows spewed sticky ichor against Catherine, covering her beautiful face and pussy with purple goo. The two aliens pulled away from the naked woman, watching as she stumbled to her knees and coughed semen out of her mouth. *You shall serve us well,* complimented the first Shadow. *A servant will clothe you and return you to your ship. Go back to Babylon 5 and talk to Sinclair. Show him the benefits of working with us. There will be someone else on the station as well to help you with your task. If you succeed, we will show you many more pleasures of the flesh, enough to give you a lifetime of ecstasy.* "Oh, yes! I will do anything for you, masters!" gushed Catherine enthusiastically before she wiped a spot of cum from her chin. She gazed at the ichor lovingly, then slowly licked the cream from her fingers. The Shadows left the room through a portal on the far wall, then a single Drakh emerged from the entrance and handed Catherine a fresh jumpsuit. "Come, please," urged the Drakh softly. "Return you to your ship." The small Vorlon fighter hung motionless in Hyperspace, watching as the Jumpgate to Shadow space flared open and allowed the Sky Dancer to enter. As the boxy survey ship followed the beacon back to Babylon 5, the slim, squid-like vessel turned grace- fully and leapt forward on a new course, to the Vorlon Empire. *** Chapter 9 Lyta Alexander awoke suddenly, her pale brow glistening with sweat as Kosh's ship emerged from Hyperspace into the Vorlon home system. The organic vessel helpfully generated a hologram of the forward view, allowing Lyta to gaze at several large Vorlon warships. A huge four-limbed battlecruiser dominated the star field, it slowly turned to starboard and sailed towards the much smaller courier vessel. Kosh's ship sang a complicated series of notes to the Vorlon patrol craft, then continued its course towards Vorlon itself. The battlecruiser's shadow fell over the courier as it flew close to the ship's ventral hull. Lyta looked at the upper edge of the view screen, imagining all the lethal Vorlon weapons trained on her and ready to send her into oblivion if she did anything unexpected. Lyta worshiped the Vorlons, but she did not delude herself about them. The Vorlons were an incredibly ancient and powerful race, they prized order and discipline, which they expected everyone else to do as well. If a younger race defied the Vorlons, it was not unknown for that transgressor to disappear from the galactic community. Alien races had to be very careful to keep up appearances, the Centauri were particularly adept at seeming to prize Order, yet hiding their love of chaos and lust from most prying outsiders. Lyta settled back into her warm, form-fitting chair, allow- ing Kosh's affectionate presence to calm her apprehen- sive mind as she drew closer to his homeworld. Vorlon was a huge, gaseous world, with tempes- tuous clouds of gold and white. Methane and other gases toxic to humans made up the bulk of Vorlon's atmosphere, while great surges of air pressure made the planet even more inhospitable to carbon life forms. The Vorlons lived in large, floating, crystal cities, their sharp spires glowing with the presence of many ethereal beings. The capital city of Vorlon was the largest of all, built at the beginning of Vorlon civilization, existing for millions of years as the Vorlons learned space flight from older First Ones, then went out to explore and tame the galaxy. Within the great Dome of the Vorlon capital, the Vorlon High Council met. The nine councilors floated in a great circle while a holographic view of empty space surrounded them. The Vorlons were the only strong source of light in the room, a beacon of Order in a sea of Chaos. *The mate of Jeffrey Sinclair has been corrupted by the Shadows,* reported a councilor. *A scout ship watched the female's ship leave Z'ha'dum. She is head- ing back to Babylon 5 to sway Sinclair to the Shadows' side.* *We must destroy the female before she can taint Sinclair,* declared another. *That could be disastrous,* retorted a third. *If Sinclair discovers that we have slain his love, he will definitely side with the Shadows. We must think of a better solution.* *There is no time!* said the second. *Sakai will be back at Babylon 5 within a few hours, we must send a ship to destroy her immediately!* A courier Vorlon appeared within the council room, hovering at the edge of the star field as he reported, *Ambassador Kosh's ship has arrived on planet. The human he has chosen is awaiting further instruc- tions in one of the landing berths.* *Kosh. His idea for this female is insane! We shouldn't allow any of the Young Ones to see Vorlon's sacred skies.* *She may be very useful. It does no harm to try Kosh's plan,* rumbled the One. The ancient Vorlon turned to regard the waiting courier. *Guide Lyta to the special room we have built for her. Tell her that we will begin her augmentation soon.* *It will be done,* acknowledged the courier be- fore he faded into the darkness. *Unfortunately, we do not have the time to develop a more subtle plan. Send a fighter to inter- cept the Sky Dancer and destroy it. We must eliminate Sakai before she can reach Sinclair. See that it is done.* A day had passed when a Vorlon finally came to Lyta's quarters and told her to follow him. Surpris- ingly, everywhere that Lyta went was comfortable and full of clean air. Lyta marveled at the power of Vorlon technology, that allowed her to breathe easily while outside powerful methane storms raged around the crystal city. The red-haired young woman was led into a large, pitch-black room, then left completely alone. Lyta wrapped her arms around her flat stomach, biting her lip in apprehension as she pondered what would happen next. *Take off your garments,* ordered a Vorlon loudly within Lyta's mind. Lyta grimaced in pain, but complied with the voice, removing her jacket, blouse, pants, and undergarments. Completely naked, Lyta crossed her arms over her breasts, turning slowly to see if she could spot one of the her hosts. A Vorlon appeared before Lyta. He floated above the naked girl, his true form glowing with an angry, purple light. Tentacles lashed out from the Vorlon's body, wrapping around Lyta's wrists and legs, pulling her up into the air until she was at eye- level with the pulsing Vorlon. *You are weak, a puppet of flesh. We will make you stronger, we will enhance your mental abilities and allow you to breathe our pure air. This is a great gift, do not fail us or you will perish most painfully. We do not tolerate mistakes. Do you understand and accept this, fleshling?* *Yes, I accept it,* sent Lyta as she stared resolutely into the Vorlon's burning eyes. *You have spirit, and you love Kosh. You may be useful to our cause,* admitted the Vorlon before he unleashed another tendril, a limb that punched into Lyta's smooth forehead. Lyta gasped as the wriggling probe slid into her brain, making her mind burn with agony as it created advanced neurons and expanded synaptic pathways. Lyta whimpered softly, tears trickling down her cheeks as her body shook limply in the Vorlon's strong grip. *Kosh has coupled with you. Such a thing has not been done for centuries. It is considered unclean and barbaric,* whispered the Vorlon within Lyta's agonized brain. *We have evolved beyond the need for pleasures of the flesh, we are pure intellect, pure Order.* *He...loves..me," retorted Lyta weakly. *Love? I know nothing of love,* growled the Vorlon before he removed his limb from Lyta's head and healed the wound with a quick brush across the brow. The Vorlon released Lyta, letting her fall painfully to the floor in a heap of tangled limbs. The Vorlon watched silently as the naked girl moaned and staggered stiffly to her feet. *You are full of pride. You think that you are chosen to be someone special, a link between humanity and the Vorlons. You are nothing. When we are done with you, you will be cast back into the teeming hordes of your fellow savages. You are our servant!* shouted the Vorlon into Lyta's mind as he whipped his tentacles forward, smacking the nude girl's arms and legs, slap- ping her hard across her beautiful face until she fell limply to the black floor beneath her. *Please! Stop it!* yelled Lyta telepathically at the Vorlon. *There is still some pride within your heart,* murmured the Vorlon maliciously as he struck again, whipping her thighs and back until they were throbbing with ugly bruises. Lyta cried with pain and terror, her tears absorbed by the cold, black floor as she huddled into a tight ball, her naked back and ass exposed to the sharp slaps of the Vorlon's limbs. When Lyta's buttocks were covered with cherry-red stripes of bruising, the Vorlon wrapped a tentacle around her neck-length red hair, then pulled her head back sharply until she was looking at him with terrified, tear- filled eyes. *You must give yourself totally to us. You have no will, you will obey us without question,* ordered the Vorlon coldly. *Y..y..yes,* replied Lyta as she looked at the painfully bright Vorlon hanging above her. *Then show me your devotion. Suck me,* whisper- ed the Vorlon as he extended a long, thick limb, hold- ing it millimeters away from Lyta's trembling, moist lips. *Please, I love Kosh,* protested Lyta as she clasped her hands together in supplication. *Suck it, bitch!* screamed the Vorlon so pain- fully into Lyta's mind that she whimpered as she clutched her pounding skull. Reluctantly, hesitantly, Lyta took the Vorlon's pole into her sensuous mouth, her lips sliding over the large head until it nestled inside her orifice. The Vorlon extended the limb further into Lyta, forcing it deeply down her throat until she gagged. *Suck it,* suggested the Vorlon lewdly. Lyta began sucking lightly on the Vorlon's ten- tacle, her cheeks working tightly as she slid her mouth over the glowing limb's length. The Vorlon touched Lyta's mind, arousing the pleasure centers of her brain, making her crave more of his protoplasmic cock as he thrust it in and out of her warm mouth. *Lick it, whore,* murmured the Vorlon until Lyta began rubbing her wet tongue up and down his shaft, her saliva dripping down her chin as she hungrily drenched the pulsing cock with her oral juices. Lyta licked down the throbbing tentacle to its base, then rubbed her pert nose against the Vorlon's warm ephemeral body as he slid tentacles down her back and between the tight cheeks of her ass. Lyta clutched the folds of the Vorlon's torso as he rammed a thick limb into her pussy, the rod sliding deep into her wet vagina until it entered her belly and expanded to fill her. *Please..stop," begged Lyta as she lay limply in the Vorlon's embrace, her ass bobbing erotically as he pumped his limb up and down within her cunt. *You are a hot little flesh slut,* whispered the Vorlon as he fondled Lyta's heaving tits with glowing tentacles. *I see why Kosh desires you so much.* Lyta moaned loudly as the Vorlon rammed into her belly again and again, her naked body dripping with sweat as the angelic being ravished her smooth, bare flesh. Lyta's pussy clutched the Vorlon's pole tightly as she orgasmed, her groans reaching a crescendo as a flood of her honey gushed out of her crotch, covered the Vorlon's cock, then gathered in a sticky pool beneath the two floating lovers. The Vorlon retracted his phallic limb from Lyta's moist slit, then rubbed it against her face, leaving trickles of her own cum across her cheeks, chin, and nose. Lyta weakly rubbed her lips over the head of the Vorlon's cock, sampling her own juices as she daintily licked the engorged head of her master's tool. The Vorlon dropped Lyta's naked body into the pool of her own secretions, then slowly rose higher into the air of the pitch-black chamber. *Put on your clothes and return to your quarters. We will have a mission for you soon,* said the Vorlon before he disappeared into the void. Captain Jeffrey Sinclair waited impatiently within C and C. Ivanova watched him impatiently as he paced back and forth, his hands clutched tightly behind his back. "Don't you want to get a drink or something to eat? You've been pacing here all day," said Ivanova. "No. Catherine should be arriving any time now," replied Sinclair as he stopped briefly to look out the Observation window in the direction of the system's Jumpgate. "I'll let you know when she gets here. You should get some rest or something," suggested Susan helpfully. Sinclair didn't reply, but he did go to his office area to sit down. Glancing at his displays without interest, Jeffrey turned his chair around and activated the monitor programmed for ISN. "President Santiago is now approaching the Jumpgate near Io as he prepares to begin the out-system leg of his good will tour. Vice-President Clark was left on Mars after he claimed a touch of flu had incapacitated him. Earthforce One is about the enter the 'gate.." reported the blonde newswoman just before an explosion flared on the screen. Sinclair watched in horror as the news feed showed the engines of Earthforce One ignite and explode in a sphere of raging fire. Everyone on the command deck was deathly silent as the habitation deck of Earthforce One was consumed by a wave of oxygen-starved flame as the vessel spun out of control end over end. With a last, eye-searing flare, Earthforce One tore apart, only slagged debris remaining at the threshold of the Io Jumpgate. "Oh..oh, my god! Earthforce One has been destroyed! President Santiago is dead!" exclaimed the anchor as tears fell from her eyes. "Sir! The Jumpgate is opening!" reported Ensign Corwin urgently. Face slack with surprise and disbelief, Sinclair turned his chair to face the Observation window as the Jumpgate flared open and released the ungainly shape of Catherine's ship, the Sky Dancer. Sinclair blinked his eyes as he watched a Vorlon fighter fly out after the scout ship, its weapons' limbs glowing as it fired a stream of plasma at the slowly evading scout. "Red Alert! Get the Starfuries out there, now!" screamed Sinclair angrily as he witnessed the Sky Dancer take a glancing blow, its port hull seared from a plasma bolt. "Get Kosh on the comm! What the hell is going on?!" In a heartbeat, a moment frozen in Sinclair's mind for the rest of his life, the Vorlon fighter fired a plasma beam, impaling the Sky Dancer before sliding upwards, burning the hull apart like a scythe through ripe wheat. The scout ship spun out of control, re- leasing a trail of escaping gas before it exploded into a flower of blinding light. Sinclair gazed at the fireball in horror, his stern features shadowed, illuminated by flickering flames as his love's vessel faded into the surrounding night of space. The Vorlon fighter quickly spun to avoid a squadron of pursuing Starfuries, then leapt back into the Jumpgate, leaving the slower ships in its wake. "Captain? Jeff?" whispered Ivanova as she touched Sinclair's cold hand. Sinclair clutched the top edge of his console in a death grip, his face contorted with ugly hatred as he stared at the place where Catherine had been murdered. "I'll kill them. I'm going to kill every one of those manipulative bastards," swore Sinclair with cold rage, tears sliding unnoticed down his pale, clenched cheeks. *** The End * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 6