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 Archive name: Babylon5 (MF, FF, F-alien)
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 Story title : Babalon 5 - Morality War Chapter

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 Babylon 5-Morality War
 by PJ

                         Chapter 1

     It was the Second Age of Humanity.  The Earth year
 was 2257.  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 Sinclair 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 tentatively 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 Morgana'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, Ambassador.  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 triumphantly 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 bedroom
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 protest, 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 before 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,* grinned Ivanova before
she began pulling off Talia's disheveled 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 disembarking 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 Jumpgate, 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 acknowledgment.  "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 hesitantly 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 Jumpgate?" 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 reached 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 appointment," 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 intently.

	"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 Centauri 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 disappeared 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 grabbed 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
passengers 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, pursuing 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 directly 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 assemblies 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, releasing Alpha Squadron
into the chaotic mass of combat.

	"Take'm out!" ordered Ivanova as she swung behind a raider and
tore it apart with a precise PPG burst.

	The raider command ship slowly turned to starboard, 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, entering 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 towards 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 pressed 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 before 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 burning
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 impaling 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.
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