**" The vision we saw as a result of chasing Walther was of something I will never forget...a time in the history of the Earth Alliance when I was busy taking care of my Dad, who was slowly dying as a result of the attack by Alias Randar at the Widowmaker asteroids nine years before...a teenager almost sure of her future, but knowing nothing of both the horrors and the exultation of the years to come. If you had placed that carefree, in comparison, 17 year old redhead next to the 28 year old Ranger I became, there would be almost no resemblance between the two, in thinking or appearance...we all aged a great deal in those few years; war does that to you.
And I was *so* tempted to try and find the girl I had been, and warn her...but that was out of the question, of course. We were already busy trying to find a man we once knew...a man now gone solo under the guidance of dark forces out to destroy us and everything we were. And if they succeeded, then everything we were would cease to exist.
Needless to say, we couldn't let that happen."**
From: "Storm Crossing: The Shadow War, and Other Responsibilities"
* * *
Aug 26th, 2259.
The Shadow vessel hung at rest in hyperspace, far enough off of the jump beacon leading the way to Babylon 5 that it wasn't visible at all...and at the same time, farther down the gravitational gradient then many of the younger races thought it safe to go. The mind of the ship paid no heed to the danger, of course...the Machine could do all things.
Rather abruptly, a tiny, arrow-shaped vessel detached from the belly of the Shadow vessel, and the immense black ship immediately wheeled in hyperspace, and rushed away, it's task complete.
* * *
{Awake}
"I'm...listening." Walther shook himself, and then turned to face the now familiar silouettes of his two companions...the original, and the one who had once watched the now-dead Vendant. The other two, those who had worked with Corrolan, had returned to Z'ha'dum to report on the plan now unfolding. Walther focused his eyes on the discontinuity less then a mile in front of them...a *rift* in hyperspace...and those he worked with knew *exactly* where it lead.
Slightly *more*, by Gideon's measure, then 10 years backwards in time, as a small probe of the medium had determined...and no one, it appeared, knew of this. They would have to hurry, though; the Shadows knew of that other more visible rift in Sector 14, the part of realspace that coincided with this part of hyperspace...and plans relative to that rift had been underway for some time...even though the rift was well guarded by he who resided in the Great Machine on Epsilon 3.
The situation was simple, straightforward and to the point. Once again, Westcastle's thrice-damned cadre had thwarted the best-laid plans of his associates...this time, with the assistance of a long-missing First One. The Shadows had made their decision...*once* more they would attempt to destroy those who stood against them...and the manner of the destruction would be quite unusual. Gideon smiled...and remembered.
In the period directly following the Earth-Minbari War, two design consortiums had competed with one another for the lucrative Earthforce rearmament contract that eventually resulted in the Omega Class Destroyer project...many dozens of which now patrolled Earth's borders. But there had been *another* ship design in the running at the same time, almost as good but not quite...the Orion Class destroyer. The two designs had gone against one another, and the Omega Class had won...and from that preliminary contest between the destroyers OMEGA and ORION had come the first ship off the line: John Sheridan's AGAMEMNON.
Gideon smiled. With the help of his associates, a uniform, and a few small implements of destruction, he could *ensure* that the Orion Class became the vessel of choice in the Alliance...the AGAMEMNON and all her sister ships would never be built...and Sheridan, more then likely, even if he did take command of one of the warships that would then be built, would not be in place to save Westcastle from the wreck of the Nova Class Dreadnought ATLANTA.
Fiendishly simple...and incredibly difficult at the same time. For there was no saying how *long* this rift would last...the flux coming from the opening was considerable, to say the least. But in the end, Gideon and those who went with him were expendable...for if they changed the timeline, the younger versions would go on into the new reality...and in the end, Westcastle would be dead, and all he had done would be erased from the face of the universe.
* * *
Enroute to Babylon 5. Between transfer gates...
Nightshift on a vessel of the Rangers was straight forward, and to the point, especially after a mission as (strangely) successful as their last had been. Talion sat in the pilot's seat, a small smile touching his face...and thought on matters. Aftwards, Brianna slept the sleep of exhaustion, while the others could relax...at least for a little while. One of their great nemeses, Corrolan, had been elliminated from contention...the other side had lost a great resource in that encounter. And now...now, they were returning to Babylon 5, that place, aside from Minbar, that more or less existed as their home.
There was a deep orange flash behind him, and a snort...and Talion whirled, his senses tuned, of a sudden, to battle...and then, confusion. Behind him, in the passage leading to the rest of the ship, stood a stout, middle-aged Minbari...who looked about him, sighed, and shook his head.
"Who are...how are..."
"Hmmph. Not impressive, not yet...but it will do." The Minbari fixed Talion with a pointed gaze. "You I know, boy...you stand with greatness, but you yet have far to go. I am DRAAL...and as for how I came to be here, well, I do NOT enjoy repeating myself, so run along and wake up your illustrious commander and all of his friends, close or otherwise. We have a great deal to talk about...yes, a great deal *indeed*."
* * *
William shook his head, and yawned. No rest for the weary. "Okay...let me is I can get this *straight*. You're controlling a gigantic machine on the planet below Babylon 5... a machine that almost *nobody* knows about. You see all, you hear all...and now, you come to us because...damn it all, time travel? I didn't think that was even possible!"
"These are not ordinary times, as I'm *sure* you know." Draal proclaimed. "And those you struggle against are *not* very happy with you at the moment. The greatest temptation, when given the chance, will be for those who advocate chaos to make things *worse* then they are. The Enemy seeks to remove you from contention. And how do you suppose they could do that? What would be the *easiest* way?"
Eyes narrow, Will sat down, and thought about it. In they year just past, the Shadows had directly threatened his life many times, either through direct contact or through the movements of those who served them. And yet, the danger had been greatest in...
The Beginning. In VALEN's name...he looked, dismay now clear on his face. "The ATLANTA."
Draal nodded, his face stern. "Precisely. That vessel that rescued you, under the command of *he* who even now is beginning to learn the true nature of the conflict he faces, is *pivotal* to all that is happening, in ways even I do not see. The ship named AGAMEMNON must *not* be disturbed, her place in events is FAR too important. And thus, you must do what you would consider impossible...you must travel back, back to a time when your world strived to recover from war, a terrible dark time in the histories of our peoples, that nearly destroyed us all. You must find that man who you once called superior, associate, and comrade...find him, and stop him from what his masters call him forth to accomplish."
At this, Jennie's eyes went wide, and she cursed. "Walther? Again? "
Draal nodded towards her. "Yes. The one named Gideon has travelled back in time, to a place he does not belong in. He must be stopped...and you, above all, know him for what he is."
"Agreed." William mused. "But HOW do we find him, amongst billions of humans?"
Draal smiled grimly. "You will have assistance, from he who has helped you before, and will help you again. Observe."
Ahead of the Ranger vessel, the transfer gate they had been interupted from entering came online, and with the familiar dimensional flash, spat out a spacecraft of familiar, if now slightly antiquated vintage...a commercial vessel style used, at the latest, during the period following the Earth-Minbari War. Now, however, a coruscating field surrounded it, something *decidedly* non-Earthly in nature.
All too soon, the vessel docked with them....and the hatch rolled open to reveal the outline of a slightly shambling, but to two of those present, all too familiar figure.
"Zathras!!" Jennie exclaimed, and rushed forward, a smile on her face. "It's good to see you again."
"Ah...tck, tck. Zathras appreciate such warmth, rare in Zathras's line of work." Zathras gazed round, lips pursed, and finally let his gaze come to rest on William. "Far you have come, far still you have to go. Zathras help, as Zathras always do. Now, great problem, not easy solution; Draal tell you, now we must act...or very bad. Zathras here to help...bring ship, we go."
"But not *all* of you.." Draal cautioned, turning his gaze to the calm, if interested pair of Dreann and Tashann. "They would stand out in the place and time you go to, and this cannot be allowed...if seen, they would surely die."
"We understand." Tashann replied, his voice firm. "The time you go to is a dark time in our history...a time of misunderstanding, hate and death. We will wait for your return...with patience and trust, in that you will succeed, find Gideon, stop him...and then return."
"Then lets get started." Brianna, who had awoken latest, commented. "We lead ourselves into this problem by letting Gideon escape, and in thinking it was over. Now we must find him, and finish the job."
William and Jennie curtly nodded, and turned to Zathras and Draal. "What do we need to do, and where do we need to go?"
"Very close to Babylon 5, but in a dangerous part of hyperspace, there is a rift...short-lived but usable, as the Enemy has shown. I will strive to stablilize this rift for as long as is feasible...and you will do what needs to be done." Draal turned his gaze on the expectant Zathras. "Friend...finish this tale."
"We go back, yes...but great danger, with no *stabilization*." Zathras reached into the case he had brought with him, and withdrew a circular item. "Stabilizer we all wear, be safe, or great danger, age and death come. Also...*tracker* to find Enemy in place of danger, stop Enemy before deed is done...man called Gideon can be found by tracking Enemy stabilizer."
"We go, then...there is no time to lose." William turned to Tashann. "You will warn the Entil'zha of this, if he does not know already?" William's speculative gaze rested on Draal during that sentence.
The Minbari shook his head wearily. "Too far. There has been *no* time...I am stretched nearly beyond my limit attempting this, as it is."
Tashann nodded. "Then the warning will be given, Val'na. Entil'zha veni!..."
"In Valen's Name, we go." the four human Rangers concluded the age-old vow, with a bit of a twist.
* * *
June 7th, 2249. Earthspace.
Three weeks it had taken to get this far in...and no interference...no visible pursuit. Gideon sat back in the seat of the, for now, quite new transport that was taking him from Jupiter towards Earth. Nearby, and quite invisible, his associates waited...the technology necessary to do what needed to be done near at hand. Gideon smiled. It was only a matter of time...and using the necessary stealth abilities his associates possessed, before success was arrived at...another two weeks, without interference, would see history forever changed.
* * *
Euphrates Sector. June 8th, 2249...
With a small shudder, the lonely transfer gate irised open, and the ship commanded by five beings, four human and one unusual, out of time and space, snapped into being.
"Zathras does not understand reasoning for this visit, just to look. No time!"
"Let us take a pause, friend." William commented. He turned back to the vessel controls with a sigh, and briefly touched the time stabilizer that kept him safe. A dark, stormy ride it had been backwards in time...if anything, the rift at this end was far less stable then the other...and how long would it last?? No one, even Draal, had been able to say. But they had made it...and now, utilizing the technology that Zathras had brought from Epsilon 3, they would, once again travel inwards...to a time when he had just joined the Force, and Jennie only considering. Working at speed, Talion had provided for them false identities(one of his more *useful* talents) and during this time period, with things so unsettled in Earthspace, doing what needed to be done would be a *little* easier.
Not much...but a little.
And now they hung at rest, one jump from a gate that for now stood alone in the wilderness, apart from the shining jewel that would not be fully finished for another eight years to come. A jewel that, in the timeline Walther and his dark allies sought to create, would likely still be built...but who knew the changes a disruption of this magnitude could make?
But he, Jennie and Brianna, at least, were now fighting for their very existence. They *had* to stop Gideon.
There was simply no other option.
* * *
Present Time. Early September, 2259.
"They have not, as yet, returned through the rift, Entil'zha." Tashann's voice spoke out of the terminal. "We grow increasingly concerned."
Sinclair sat back from the comm terminal, his heart heavy. Those who advised him had explained the necessity of doing this thing, and keeping the secret, but speed, at the time, had been more important then permission, as Ulkesh had explained. Of all those in the Rangers current in this time, only *he* and the two who worked with William knew of this...no others could be trusted with the information...not even Catherine or Marcus.
Sinclair closed his eyes, and sighed. *Again* it had come down to William and Jennifer to stop this threat...and if they failed, the timeline would change so abruptly that no one present would remember they even existed. That this had not happened *yet* still gave him hope, however.
"I understand, Tashann. Keep the watch as long as you can...we will give them all the time that is necessary to return."
* * *
June 15th, 2249. Earthspace.
"I'll be damned...this thing works, after all!"
"You expected any different?"
"Tck, tck. Nobody *ever* trust Zathras. Very sad...we tell you truth, instrument does job as required. Now, *go*, find Gideon, stop what must be stopped."
"Right...*now* you stay hidden. For damn sure, the security types won't take your presence lightly."
"Worry not about Zathras. Zathras, for now, care more about hiding then Zathras usually do. Zathras will be safe."
"Brianna...you know what you have to do?"
"It will not be easy, William...but Ulkesh has prepared me for what I need to do, yes."
"Interfering with Gideon's companions will be dangerous."
"If they succeed in their task, danger will not even begin to describe the situation. We will *all*, I think, be erased from history. Which option do you prefer? The danger of facing Gideon's Shadow companions, or nullification of our existence? Take your pick."
"Talion?"
"I will stay with Zathras. Go and do what needs to be done...and return safely."
* * *
Earth. The night of June 16th, 2249.
All went as planned, and in slightly more then a hour's time, Walther, once again in the uniform that was *his* (one last time) would carry the tiny, but potent instruments of destruction up into the bowels of the prototype of all those Omega Class Destroyers yet to come...unseen, until it was *too* late. Walk decisive, he moved towards the shuttle terminal...yes, he was expendable, but he had come to accept that fate...for then, no AGAMEMNON would there be, and no one to save.
And then...Gideon felt himself grabbed from behind, and in the distance, heard his companions scream.
"Walther..." the, to him, demon-infested voice of William Westcastle murmured, "We need to talk."
Damnitall...no!! How could this be?? In the distance, the voices of his companions raged against a holding *force* of some sort...while Walther found himself surrounded by two all too familiar figures, Westcastle, and, of course, Westcastle's thrice-damned lady love, Clifford.
And then, a fist into his gut. Without help, he doubled over, and could not stop the hands that searched his body, and withdrew the all-TOO necessary weapons.
"Zathras was correct. They are the type he told us about. They can be deactivated...thusly." There was a long <click>...and then the bombs were dropped to the street...and Walther watched, eyes dull, as they shattered into black fragments.
"You don't know..." he croaked, "What you've begun here. They will never let you rest...you will die, in a far off corner of existence, screaming for salvation...and none will you find."
The face of Jennifer Clifford swam into view, stern and unrepentent. "And to think that I almost called you 'friend'...what a mistake *that* would have been. Adieu, Walther...I'd like to kill you, but I think your *friends* will keep you sufficiently tormented for now...and that, in my opinion, is a far more deserving fate for you then death."
And then...
* * *
Brianna doubled over, her head a nightmare of pain. A distant chittering told her what had happened...*they* had gotten away, she hadn't been strong enough!! Had to warn them!
She ran down the street. Her pain was as nothing to what would happen if she failed. She had to get a line of sight on those she cared for...
* * *
<GET OUT OF THE WAY!> Brianna's voice screamed in Jennie's head, and she moved...as two barely seen dark shadows shimmered past William, and around the kneeling Gideon. A brilliant spark exploded out of William's time stabilizer, and her love had just enough time to look up, his eyes wide and full of shock, before he shimmered from sight...and the Shadows, full of purpose and anger, surrounded Gideon and did the same.
Not even enough time to respond. Oh GOD...William!!!. She turned, tears just beginning to come, in time to support a barely upright Brianna.
"I tried to warn you. To stop...."
"I know. Come on."
William!!...Jennie lowered her head, and tried not to scream.
* * *
Two dark figures, full of pain and sorrow, on a dark street. The Watcher observed with interest. What would come next?
* * *
{Failure. Unacceptable. But time is running out. We return NOW, or not at all}
Gideon nodded, gaze level...but a little triumphant, none the less. He hadn't been able to destroy William's past...but who said anything about the *future*?
* * *
"Can you find him?"
"Difficult to say. Many variables...many problems. But Zathras will try. For now, must leave this place...too much interference. Find quiet place...return to place you know. Place you call Epsilon Three. Need help there. Help of Zathras...*all* Zathras."
RIMSTALKER: DESTINY'S CALL, PART 11
"EPSILON SQUARED" ACT II OF II
** "Yet another thing that John Sheridan and I share...we were both saved by one of the nine Zathras brothers, as well. We were given visions of that which was to come... something that neither of us wanted. It was said by someone important to us all that humans build communities. That is so very true!...but there are those that envy that power in us, and forever attempt to destroy it. And so, what I saw has yet to come to pass, but I wait for it, and wonder...for I am slowly becoming the image of the man I saw.
That is not all, of course. The first of the Warlock Class Destroyers is currently out on its shakedown cruise...and I think I remember *seeing* a class of ship I knew not, at the time, alongside the Omega Class vessels orbiting Earth. Was it a Warlock? I can't remember; and so, I fear for the future...Earth's, and my own." **
- From the Chronicles Log of William Westcastle, Jan 2262
* * *
Early October, 2259.
Things had *not* gone *all* well, this Draal knew. Over a month had gone by since Westcastle and his team had travelled back in time to find and defeat the agent of the Shadows sent back to do ill...and then, quite recently, the mission that Sinclair had lead to the main rift in Sector 14 had resulted in the loss of his love, Catherine Sakai... lost in time and space. The main rift had been rendered unusuable, for the present, and the already decaying rift in hyperspace, while it still existed, and would for at least a while more, had been rendered unusuable as well. He had *seen*, however, the return of Gideon and his companions through the rift before that had happened. It would be more then another month, however, until both rifts settled down into usuable form again...the hyperspace rift would, Draal hoped, last that long.
The whole situation had grown unnecessarily complex. Draal explored the records once more, and wished wholeheartedly that this whole business with Babylon 4 had never occured. But there was, of *course*, nothing that could be done about *that*...the circle would, in due course, be closed.
For now, though, the Minbari Rangers that waited for Westcastle, Dreann and Tashann, thought dark thoughts. Perhaps they believed their comrades and fellow Rangers would not return.
Draal knew better. Both from the records that the Great Machine showed him, and by talking to Zathras...whichever one of them happened to be nearby at the time. The oldest was, of course, the most important, and in the times to come...but the rest had tasks of their own, as well...and once in a while, they joined up to help each other.
Draal sighed. During this whole period, it had been difficult enough to shield what they were doing from that place that was so important...a nexus in the battle that was coming. The human-built station, Babylon 5, so close above. But the time was coming, soon enough, when that concealment would end.
* * *
[Unknown Time]
Rather abruptly, William came to, and looked around. Next to him, Jennie slept, a relaxed smile on her face...and then, the situation as is came to him. This was...
Wrong.
Jennie's hair was completely back to its regular colour, again...and so LONG.
And where they were...a soft violet light, great curved pillars of gray set against a lighted background. Faint chiming sounds echoed through the chamber...
He got out of bed...and slowly walked over to the mirror that stood nearby...and could not restrain his shock. A long streak of silver stood in his black hair...this was so wrong!
A viewport...eyes wide, mind full of wonder, he looked out, both up to the stars, and down to the planet below; Earth. Against the darkness, ships orbited...some he recognized, but one...one was *wrong*. Different.
And then, it happened...the memory hit. Lost...lost in time!
Pain. He doubled over, and could not stop the cry that escaped from his mouth.
He looked over, to see Jennie's eyes meet his...and for the first time, understood. Time had passed..he had jumped *forward* somehow..how much sorrow, to make of them what they had become?
"William...what's wrong?"
"I..." he laid one hand against the wall. "Out of time!"
Jennie laid one hand against her mouth, amazement and also, what was quite obviously *recognition* in her eyes, of the situation, of what was happening. "Oh...in Valen's Name, I forgot; completely forgot about the..." and then, she was holding him, as he tried to hold the pain at bay. "I wish I could tell you...the pain...the suffering, the darkness, the fire we've been through, but I dare not. Delenn warned me...warned me of this, warned of the dangers. The President faced a similar situation to yours, when Entil'zha Sinclair..."
William watched her quite *visibly* stop in mid sentence, again.
"Can't you at least tell me what year it is?"
He watched tears appear in her eyes. "I can't do that, Will!...I can't even let you leave until it's over; until you go back. I don't want to take the chance that you'll learn anything about what's *next* for us...we can't *change* anything...no matter HOW much I want to, I just *can't*!"
"Tell me one thing, it's *all* I ask...did we win? The Shadows..are they GONE?"
Jennie paused, emotion deep on her face...and nodded...and then, shook her head.
"Yes *and* no? Damnit, Jen, that's not fair!"
"I *know*! *Please*, love, stop asking questions I can't answer!! You're making this harder then it has to be. Oh!..."
Again it happened; the pain was stronger this time..more insistent, harsher. Whatever had brought him to this place was failing; sooner or later, he would...
The world dissolved into white.
* * *
In orbit around Epsilon Three. June 25th, 2249.
"Go down, must." Zathras proclaimed. "But *you* must talk to Zathras. Too much resonance with Great Machine bad for Zathras in this time, must stay safe. Zathras *needed*; Tell Varn..Varn send for Zathras, and Zathras help you."
"How reassuring..." Talion dryly replied.
"We don't have another choice at the moment." Brianna coldly reminded him. "For the time being, we're *trapped* in the past, Talion! Something happened to the rift in hyperspace."
"It's closing...that's the problem." Jennie dully added. "Look. Zathras explained to us that techology exists down there to manipulate rifts such as this one. William is missing because of what the Shadows did...and now, we *need* help, both to rescue *him*, and to get *home* again."
"Will send recognition signal." Zathras added, his gaze penetrating, as he looked down on William's damaged time stabilizer again. "Go down you must...so all can be where needed."
"We can't stay here. We don't belong."
Talion nodded. "Then let's do something about that."
* * *
"I have seen much..." Varn proclaimed tiredly, as the three stood before him, "And soon enough, my time in this place will end. But before then, I can understand what this means..enough to aid you. I have *sensed* the discontinuity in Secondspace, and understand that you do not belong here. Several of the Zathras brothers are present to aid, explain the situation, and they will help you."
"So *that's* what he meant!" Talion exclaimed.
"Typical."
* * *
Talion and the rest looked up...and then down. "Oh boy...this is one *big* drop."
"Can you help us??"
"Difficult. But Zathras will help. Zathras from future cannot help *here*, dangerous. But explain to Varn what is needed, Varn focus on rift, you return." The oh-so familiar(and, it seemed, practically identical) Zathri in front of them looked down into the vast tube, and then up towards the surface. "Will give you...device!...so Lost One can be saved...drawn back. Zathras with you will understand. But first, must enter rift to save."
* * *
Interlude.
"There. You see? Have found...stabilization point, yes? Later then arrival point, but critical. We use?"
"Yes. Zathras return to home time, must. Must remember not to tell Zathras of this. Paradox...tck, tck, very bad."
* * *
[No time, no place]
"Where?..."
Jennie sank to the floor in relief, as across from her, Brianna and Talion showed the same. Zathras, with the help of the Great Machine and the equipment sent up with them by his brothers, had done exactly what he had promised he would do...and that was enough for her. William was back with her again...and never, *ever* would she let him go.
Never again. And they had done what they had to do. The Shadows had been defeated..again. But Walther was still out there *somewhere*; she had a sneaking suspicion that sooner or later, he would return to plague them.
But that was for later; for now, it was enough to believe in what they were, and where they were going.
Home.
* * *
Present time.
With an abrupt snap, the transfer gate came online, and William gazed out upon the stars he knew, in the time he belonged to...once again.
But the memories remained...they would not go away. Jennie's eyes, in that unknown time and place, dark and knowing beneath her long, red hair.
He gazed over at her, as she was in this here and now...with auburn hair only *just* long enough to tie back...and shook his head. Pain and fire and sorrow, she had said....he closed his eyes. Best not to think about it. The future was *not* set in stone.
"Message coming in." Talion reported, and then the young Ranger smiled. "It is Tashann. William...he wants to speak to you."
"Excellent. Tashann...is all well on this end? Jennifer and Brianna tell me that there was some small problem returning, and that they had to ask for help..."
"Val'na. We are...pleased to see you return, we feared the worst when you did not *at first* come back. And then..."
A cold lump settled into William's gut. "At *first*?? Tashann, I think you'd better start at the beginning."
"You will recall, William, that Draal mentioned to us the existence of *another* rift...the Entil'zha took a group of Rangers to that rift to stop Shadow interference after your departure backwards in time. During the enounter, the Entil'zha's companion and fellow Ranger, Catherine Sakai, was lost in battle."
Without looking, William could hear the faint gasps behind him. But after all that had happened, he had *very* little emotion left to expend. "What aren't you telling me, Tashann?"
Tashann quite *visibly* forced himself to regain his composure before going on. "The main rift, as well as the now closed hyperspace rift, was damaged during the encounter. A...a great deal of time has passed since that event."
"What exactly do you define as 'a great deal', Tashann?"
"It is, by your calendar, Val'na, now the 19th day of November, 2259."
In Valen's Name...NOVEMBER?? He turned to the rest, and saw the shock and dismay on their faces. More then two and a half months they had lost... and what had happened here, since then?
"What...has happened?"
"I cannot tell you...that is the province of the Entil'zha. Regardless, I will rendezvous with you shortly, and we will let Zathras be on his way. You are summmoned to Minbar...we are *all* summoned to Minbar...and there, Val'na, Valen willing, you will find what you seek."
The signal cut...and a protracted silence spread through the cabin. A silence broken, finally, by Talion. And what *he* said, he said for them all...
"Oh..*Hell*"
* * *
Next: Ulkesh Naranek of Vorlon has watched and guided the path of those important enough to warrant his concern. Now, the time is coming when *all* will be tested, harsher then ever before. Whether or not they are up to the test, will be the question... "The Fatal Flaw", the next to last part of "Destiny's Call", a 2 parter, coming soon.