A Dream Given Form: A Babylon 5 Self Insert

[DarkDestroyer]

Warner Brothers Discovery Owns Babylon 5. For Entertainment Purposes Only. Non Profit.

I thought I might as well start posting my B5 SI too while folks are enjoying the Star Trek one! This also is part of the GREATER "Adam'Verse" of Multiverse Self Insert stories.

Welcome Aboard Babylon 5. Remember Smoking is Permitted In Designated Areas! Also, no one listens to Zathras!

My head hurts as I regain consciousness. I feel metal as I place a hand on the floor. Metal? Not carpet. What is going on here? I try to lean myself up against the wall, and then quickly realize that I'm not---at home. I see the shuffling people in front of me as well as a myriad of voices. It is dark, not well lit at all. I start to look around and a sickening realization comes upon me.

"Oh shit."

I push myself up off the ground---deck---and look around. I immediately recognize where I am and panic threatens to overwhelm me immediately. I am on Babylon 5, but I'm in Brown Sector. Being on Babylon 5 itself is not entirely a full reason to experience dread and panic, however being in it's Brown Sector with no resources or a way to defend oneself is not a great turn of events. I'm in immediate danger. I force myself to calm down. I look down at myself. I'm wearing a HH gray shirt and blue Fila sweat pants, I have my regular shoes on too as well. My clothes should make me stand out here amongst the rabble. I need to get out of here and find security. I'm not just in Brown Sector. I'm in Down Below, where the poor, and criminal element on the station fill out it's population. I don't know when I am either, depending on the date, there's Dr. Franklin's Free Clinic I could go to. Security scarcely patrols down here, Garibaldi does so out of his own obligation, but the chances of running into him or any of his staff down here right now are slim to none. I keep my head down and try to focus. I need to find an elevator. I get to one, I should be home free. The trouble is finding one. Everything Down Below is mostly unfinished, so there is not a lot of signage or directional indication. I also happen to be in a part of it that doesn't seem to have been shown on the show. Just great. Fuck! It's like being in a maze if you have no idea where you're going, and most people down here, don't.

Normally, I'd ask someone for help, but talking to anyone here could get me shanked, shot, or some other diabolical reaction I can't afford to instigate. I continue to walk around several corridors. I don't recognize any of them. I have no idea where I am nor how long I've been here for. My foot throbs. My back is bad. I don't dare fall asleep here. Luckily I don't have anything of value to steal, I mean my wallet and it's contents are probably unique here now, but not worth anything to anyone except to me. I do my breathing exercises as I make my way through this maze of humanity. I finally think I see an elevator, and head towards it excited when suddenly I hear.

"Hey you!"
I ignore whoever is speaking and continue making a beeway towards the elevator doors.

"Hey! We're talking to you!"

I've no wish to respond to you! I reach the elevator and press the button to call it. I feel a hand on my left shoulder spin me around. I'm cornered by some thugs.

"Hey, you deaf? We were calling you."

"I don't want any trouble. I'm just trying to---"

"We don't any any trouble either. We just want your wallet."

I inwardly sigh.

"Okay. Look, I don't have any money. I'll show you---"

One of the thugs then suddenly punches me in the stomach and I reel from the blow. It's been a while since I've been hit at all.

"You'll hand over your wallet or we'll do worse than that..."

"Fuck you." I spit not a wise move as I get punched in the face and blood spurts out, and I collapse on the ground. I can't fight back. I'm too weak...just as they're about to kick me in the stomach I hear a familiar voice.

"Step away from him, before I make you." as I hear a familiar sound effect twine as well

"Shit! It's the Chief!" they exclaim and run off and I hear boot's on the deck approach me. I feel strong arms help me up.

"You okay?" he asks and I look back at Michael Garibaldi

"I am now...thanks to you. I need to see Dr. Franklin."

"I should think so after that beating. Come on."

I put my arm around Garibaldi's shoulders as he helps me. I am on Babylon 5 for some reason, and just been saved by Security Chief Michael Garibaldi after being nearly beat down by some Lurkers in Down Below! What the hell is going on? Ohhhhh..

 

[DarkDestroyer]

Warner Brothers Discovery (For Now) Own Babylon 5. For Entertainment Purposes Only. Non-Profit.

With Garibaldi's help, we make it into Med Lab. It's thankfully not busy right now. I'm put on a bed, Michael begins his questioning on me.

"Do you want to tell me why you were in Down Below? I recognize your clothing--early 21st century. I haven't seen anything like that though except in vids or museums."

"I'd rather wait until Dr. Franklin sees me actually." I reply wiping the blood from my mouth with my arm.

"And I'd rather not have to wait around, and have my time wasted, but we can't all have what we want." he replies and I can't help but chuckle

"What's so funny?"

"Look, Mr. Garibaldi, I appreciate you saving my life more than you could realize, but whatever answers I give you---you're not going to believe what I say."

"You'd be surprised. Listen, and if I don't, well I happen to know a blonde that would---"

I'm surprised he didn't catch that I knew his name?

"Ahhh...okay--" Just as I am about to speak I see, Dr. Gillian Hobbs--one of the attendings, and Stephen's second in Medlab. She turns to Garibaldi.

"What do we have here Chief? Nice to see you up and about again, finally."

Oh. I know exactly it is is now. Or have an idea.

"Thanks Doc, where's Steven? He's specifically requested him."

"Doctor Franklin is currently with another patient, he'll join us shortly." Hobbs reaches to look at my jaw.

"You've been in a fight?" and I nod

"I found him Down below. A couple of thugs were trying to steal his wallet. I was just about to question him."

"All right. We'll clean you up for Dr. Franklin, Mr. Garibaldi you may proceed."

"Going back to our conversation---"

"Your second favourite thing in the world is Duck Dodgers in the 24th and a Half Century, your grandmother was a cop in Boston, you still have her slug thrower, and Lise will be all right."

"How do you know any of that?" Michael asks darkly, I hit a nerve by mentioning Lise Hampton, his ex.

"As I was about to explain before Dr. Hobbs arrived---"

"Stop squirming." she says as she scans me with a medical crystal.

"I'm uh---not from around here at all."

"Where are you from?" I exchange looks between Garibaldi and then to Hobbs

"I'd like to speak with Captain Sheridan."

"That ain't happening, until I first think you're not a threat."

I bust out laughing.

"Chief...I just got my ass kicked royally. I am overweight---and as Dr. Hobbs and Dr. Franklin momentarily are going to discover---I have a myriad amount of medical inflictions and problems that prevent me from doing most physical things. I want to see Sheridan, because what I have to say---might not be well appreciated by anyone else, no offense."

"All right. Fine. You stick around here and I'll go inform the Captain about you---by the way---you never gave me your name?"

"It's Adam. Adam Christopher Young."

Garibaldi heads off to tell Sheridan while Dr. Hobbs finishes completing her preliminary exam. Out of all the details from the show, the medical technology has always been something that I don't think was ever fleshed out much or explained. Not like Star Trek. Hobbs keeps mostly to herself and I don't really engage with her, not really appropriate right now. Another ten or so minutes passes as Dr. Stephen Franklin approaches us.

"What do we have?"

"A curious case that Mr. Garibaldi has brought us. He's gone to inform Captain Sheridan of our patient, Mr. Young---wasn't it?" and I nod

"Yes Doctor."

"I've finished prelim scans on him and as you can see Doctor---he's got a---"

"Club foot. I haven't seen a case of clubfoot since perhaps med school, certainly nothing like this. The surgical work is remarkable, if rudimentary. What else?"

He reads off my chart on the plastic piece of laminated type paper.

"We're gonna have to do a bunch of tests. X-Ray. MRI. Full blood work, and culture."

"Yes Doctor." he turns to me

"Hello, I'm Doctor---"

"Doctor Stephen Franklin, in charge of Medlab since taking over from Dr. Benjamin Kyle last year who was reassigned to head Earth Force's Xenobiology Division."
He exchanges looks with Hobbs who just shakes her head. Before Stephen can reply, Garibaldi returns with HIM. Captain John J. Sheridan himself. Bruce Boxleitner. Tron. He fights for the users. Even here. I try to compose myself.

"Mr. Young, I've been informed that you've had quite the last few hours? Welcome aboard Babylon 5, I---"

"Captain Sheridan. The honor is mine." I say and extend my hand---reluctantly he takes it and I make sure it is a firm grip

"What's his status?" he asks Franklin

"I've just ordered a battery of tests for him. We're gonna need him here for a few hours at least. Possibly over night."

"I see. You appear to know us?" Sheridan asks

"Yes sir. That is why I requested to speak with you sir. What I have to say would be considered classified information at the highest priority, but I trust all the people in this room right now. I am just not sure if you're all able to handle it. I'll gladly submit myself to any test you deem neccessary, or baring that---I give permission to have Ms. Winters scan me."

That REALLY gets their attention.

"You know about Psi-Corp?"

It would scare all of you, how much I know Captain. But I know you are a collector of secrets so I know YOU can handle this. I'm not so sure about the others...

"I know about a lot of things sir. It is because of where I'm from."

"My guess is he thinks we can't handle it." Garibaldi says with that cockiness

"Take your best shot, Mr. Young. I'll determine the rest." Sheridan says with his hands now behind his back. Damn, I was really hoping we would have this conversation in his office. I exhale.

"Okay. I'm from an alternate reality---where all of you are part of a television series called "Babylon 5". From the little information I've been given indirectly by Mr. Garibaldi, we are only weeks from when the Captain took over from Sinclair, and Stephen's only just arrived, and you Garibaldi--have just returned from duty. Dr. Hobbs recently promoted to Stephen's Second."

They all look at me aghast.

"He knew about my second favourite thing in the world, Captain." Garibaldi says and Sheridan makes his oh really face.

"I'd really rather not use Ms. Winters. Tell us something only the three of us would know, or haven't told each other about---but it can't be something that will happen in the future." Sheridan says

"Even if it's personal?" I ask

"As long as it's not something that will threaten security, sure."

"I know the reason why Michael still continues to make Bagna Cauda. I know why you continue to wash your socks, Captain, and I Know the reason why you decided to become a Doctor, Stephen."

"It's true." Michael says realizing it quickly

"Those would be details that wouldn't be in our files. Now I have to decide what I'm going to do with you." Sheridan says

"I can help you. I know things, past, present, and future. If you send me away...I won't be able to help. There are events in motion Captain...that I guide you all through."
Sheridan looks to Franklin.

"Finish up what you need to do with him, Garibaldi---can you--create an identification for him, something that Earth Central won't be able to track if they should go through the system?"

"Sure."

I reach into my back pocket and pull out my wallet.

"I never showed you my identification." I give it to Garibaldi.

"Adam Christopher Young. Born December 28, 1979...address, eyes blue, brown hair---yeah I can work with this." I expected a bald joke and frown when I don't get it. I was looking forward to retorting back.

Hobbs comes back over with another piece of paper and hands it to Stephen.

"This shouldn't be possible. Look at the gene markers, specifically for age."

Stephen does so. Then looks at me, slightly startled.

"Mr. Young---how old are you?"

"44 Doc...turning 45 in December..."
Franklin then goes and gets something. It's a mirror.

"I don't think you're 45 any more...have you seen yourself since you've been here?"

I shake my head. He hands me a mirror and this time I am in shock.

"I HAVE HAIR!!" I run my hand through my hair and it's thick again.

"That's...unusual..." Garibaldi says

"I am 44, I'm bald usually. I shave due to---eczema as you two have seen. I've...de-aged?"

"It would appear so. We'll run some tests to determine just how long. Captain, we're definitely going to need to keep him over night."

Sheridan nods.

"When he's completed his tests I want to know about it asap. Garibaldi, you start work on his identi-card. I'll inform Commander Ivanova of the arrival of our guest."

"Are you going to tell Talia about him?"

"Not quite yet. He's been overly cooperative so far. I think having Ms. Winters scan him would be a potential mistake on our part. Let's keep this close to the vest for now."

"Aye sir."

I'm then guided into another room where I change into a medical gown. Even in the future I'm still stuck in a hospital, undergoing tests for something. Figures.

 

[Rider3OfBerk]

I'll be honest - his willingness to be scanned by Talia should not be something he has. Talia is a PsiCorps cuckoo - her "primary" personality is the helpful and mostly good person we see in the early seasons of B5, but PsiCorps put in a mental cuckoo bird that does two known things.

The big one is that when activated it flips Talia fully against B5 and all that the burgeoning resistance against the Shadows is working for.

The insidious bit is that the Corps can use it to pull any info they want out of Talia's head at any time, and even set up deniable missions by having the cuckoo take control and leave Talia completely unaware that she, in one instance, just tried to assasinate someone.

 

[DarkDestroyer]

Warner Brothers Discovery Owns Babylon 5. For Entertainment Purposes Only. Non-Profit.

I'm kept overnight to continue the barrage of tests. In addition to attempting to determine why I have been de-aged...there are no traces of any of the conditions I had prior to arriving in this reality. My eczema is gone. I still have had my foot surgeries, but everything else wrong is gone. They've managed to isolate the age gene markers, and think that I'm probably around 30 years old. I've also been placed in quarantine after mentioning my reality experienced a global pandemic. Immediate decontamination procedures were ordered, as I was scrubbed clean. Nothing was detected in my system, but Dr. Franklin stated that didn't mean anything since nothing was contained in the medical database regarding Covid. They of course never experienced here. They enter in and out with hazmat suits. To be on the safe side. As is natural whenever I am in a hospital of any kind, the attending Doctor's colleagues usually are brought in to gawk at me, and that is no different just because I'm in a different reality. I'm introduced to all nine Doctor's that were mentioned on screen in various episodes. Franklin and Hobbs are careful not to explain to them where I originate from.

A full day passes before a nurse appears and tells me that I'm being moved to Medlab 3. Dr. Franklin has given the all clear to release me from quarantine. I'm grateful to be out of quarantine. I've experienced it once before back home and it's not a pleasant experience at all. Garibaldi comes back in to check on me. Stephen is present looking at my chart.

"How's our star patient doing Doc? He ready to be cut loose?"

"I think so. Everything has checked out so far that I wanted to monitor. Didn't find any kind of anomalies present in his system. We think---and we'll have to run some more tests to be more exact, that he is around 30 years old now. According to his identicard---he should be 44 years old---about to turn 45 like he mentioned. Now though, you get to turn 31 in December." he looks at me

"How about my foot, doc?"

"I've never seen a case of clubfoot as severe as yours before in my entire career. I've read about them in the journals back in school. It's largely a rarity here. There are a few options we can pursue. We can do a Regen Pack therapy every few weeks, you come in here, and we can slowly restore your missing muscular and bone structure. There is a possibility that we can clone you a new foot. It will take a few months, as you probably know we can regrow limbs---eventually we should be able to duplicate a person---in theory of course. Until then I'll prescribe you a Skin Tab. It's a programmable dermal patch that you can put on your own and administer your own meds. I'll give you an appropriate amount of pain killers for the time being. You're pain threshold being so high---I'll make sure the dosage is manageable."

"I usually take whatever your equivalent of ibuprofen and acetamip---"

"Acetaminophen. That's good to know. I'd like you to come in at least once a week for a check up, and I'd like to make up a food plan for you."

I can't help but chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Stephen asks

"I kind of expected you would say that is all. I welcome it though."

In a couple of weeks he's gonna come up with a diet plan for the senior staff they're all going to despise. It is the episode where Garibaldi mentions the Bagna Cauda from.

"So, is he free to go?" Michael asks impatiently

"I think so. Your clothes are over there. You can change. I'll have someone give you the Skin Tab and show you how to operate it."

"Thanks Doc. I'll see you next week."
I get dressed with the curtain closed and emerge as a nurse hands me over a chip like device and shows me how to work it. Oh this could get diabolical. I can easily see how someone might abuse technology like this. Luckily I'm overly paranoid with what I put into my body medical wise so that isn't a problem. I look up at Michael.

"Are you ready to head over to your new temporary home?"

"I was thinking about that. I don't have anything here..."

Garibaldi chuckles and pats me on the back.

"That my new found friend is where the Captain has come in. He has for the time being has arranged for you to stay in Green Sector quarters, as you know these are usually reserved for Diplomatic visitors and such, but until we figure out what we're going to do with you---i.e. tell Earth Central about you or not---he figured you'd be fine hanging out here."

"That's incredible...thank you."

"Oh it gets better. Knowledge of you for now, has been limited to the Captain, our esteemed exec, Commander Ivanova, Dr. Franklin, and myself. Access to you goes through the Captain directly. I've posted security outside your quarters, people I trust---and before you quip about what happened with Jack--I'm in the process of restructuring the staff now. You know Lou Welch?"

"Of course."

"He's gonna watch over you until I---or the Captain say otherwise."

"Sounds good to me."

"I thought it would."

We make our way towards Green and my new home, where we are greeted by Lou and another security officer.

"Hiya Chief. This the new cat?"

"It is. Mr. Young, Lou Welch, Lou---Adam Young."

He offers his hand and I take it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Welch, thank you for looking over me." I say and he nods as the Chief and I enter the quarters

"Well...what do you think?" Garibaldi asks

The quarters are of moderate size. They're actually double the size of regular quarters, and on par with an officer's quarters. Small kitchen. Couches. Sonic shower. Arm chairs. Bab Com Monitor, possibly have StellarCom access. But probably am restricted to the station's network for now. Michael pulls out a plastic card.

"Now, as you know, EarthGov is the only body that can issue out these...but as I'm guessing you also know---I happen to be pretty good with computers. This is your basic identicard. I've buried enough that even the most sophisticated super computers back home shouldn't be able to detect that this is a falsified identicard. How? That's for me to know, and them to find out. Commander Ivanova will be around after her shift is over to help compose your file. I've already started a template for her that is accessible on your computer terminal there on the desk. She'll know what to do. I don't have to remind you not to use Gold Channel for any reason, and I do mean any reason?"

"No Chief."

"Good. Now we have theorized you know how to work this stuff so unfortunately you're access has been restricted to civilian use. This will get lifted once the Captain and I know that we can trust you. He figured you'd be cool with that."

"I am." he hands me the identicard looks exactly like my identification card back from home---but in B5 style and with my ugly mug on it.

"I know what else you're thinking--Chief---I have no money. That has been taken of course for the time being as well. Captain Sheridan has allocated you a small amount of credit from the station's budget---off the books. Commander Sinclair has done this for various things as well--you have 50 Credits a week to start. I know it ain't much, but it'll get you basic needs until you find a job, or we give you one. You're welcome."

He hands me the credit chit It basically resembles a credit card with a debit chip on it from our reality. I Put it and my identicard in my wallet.

"I'll come around and check on you when my shift ends. Ivanova should be around 19:00 hours...she is off at---"

"18:30 usually."

"Damn, you're good."

"Oh when she gets here, she's gonna issue you an Earth Force Hand Link. I've already programmed it for your DNA based on what Doc Franklin has on file now. Civilians don't get these, so this is a privilege the Captain's bestowed upon you. DON'T LOSE IT." he emphasizes

"Thank you Chief for everything."

"Call me Michael. I suggest you watch the Cartoon channel while you wait for Ivanova. You can watch ISN...but I wouldn't." he winks

I watch him leave and immediately head for the sonic shower, and realize I don't know how to work it. Oh boy.

 

[Speedshot]

Bro I'm so here for this my best friend got me into bab 5 like a year or two ago we just finished the lost tales like last week. This is tuff

 

[Mr Zoat]

Interested to see where this goes. I watched Babylon 5 when it was first broadcast in the UK.

Anyone here familiar with the Babylon 5 CCG?

 

[RE8472]

Finally some Babylon 5 Fic post 2020

 

[DarkDestroyer]

Warner Brothers Discovery Owns Babylon 5. For Entertainment Purposes Only. Non-Profit.

I successfully manage to operate the vibe shower. I called it the sonic shower, but that's Star Trek. It operates based on the same principal, and there's labeling everywhere thanks to the highly detailed art department. These things are diabolical though. I understand about conserving water as much as possible, but if you aren't careful, you can flay off your skin, instead of just the dirt. It is a funky sensational. The Minbari use a different system. Something to do with sound or such. This literally is like vibrational frequencies or something that you can adjust the intensity of. I've never felt anything like it before, and I'm not so sure that I'm going to get used to this. Water is a much safer option, and since I DO have that option here I think I will par take in it as long as possible. I don't have to towel down, so I just get dressed. I'm going to have to figure out my clothing situation at some point. I plan on saving as much as possible, and will just get the bare necessities to get by. Losing weight isn't going to be an issue here. Prices aren't insane right now---that is going to be an issue when we secede from the Earth Alliance I think, so I'm gonna have to figure out a job too, and I have an idea about that.

I head to the couch and sink into it. It's not bad. Not too soft, not too hard. Just right for me. "Cartoon channel"? Okay.

"Uhhh. Computer display the cartoon channel."

It takes a few minutes and does just that. The Bugs Bunny and Tweetie show is on. How delightful. Hopefully they just don't have Warner Brothers IP 24/7 on this thing...I love me some Hanna-Babara but that's going to be overkill if it's the ONLY thing this shows. I'm gonna have to look into getting a datacrystal full of shows from the last two centuries, including all the sports I can muster, this actually gives me a suggestion.

"Computer, pause channel. Display or read out Earth history from the year 2015 to the current date. Speaking of which--what is the current Earth calendar date?"

"It is Thursday, January 27, 2259. 18:15 hours, station time."

That means I just got here during the thick of the Drazi leadership situation. Poor Susan, she's hobbling around with a broken ankle I think right now. No wonder I haven't seen her yet. I must've just missed her in Medlab.

"Okay, display and read out Earth history from December 2015 through to the current date."

The computer does just that. I forgot that the first Lunar Colony is already established on the Moon by 2018. The space program in this reality was much more advanced than ours. I am hungry. I am going to need to go get food from somewhere soon. This week's 50 credits I think are going to go by fast. There's a beep at the door, and I head to answer it and I see her. Commander Susan Ivanova. Claudia Christian, and I was quite correct about the timeline. She has her crutches.

"Mr. Young?" she asks

"Yes, Commander. Please come in."

"You'll have to forgive me, I had a bit of a issue to deal with that resulted in---"

"I know about the Drazi situation. You did what you had to do, and the solution was quite---ingenious."

She looks at me now with...not anger...but fear? Oh shit. Yeah. That.

"So the rumors about you are true. Sheridan briefed me on you...you know...us?"

"Commander, your secret is safe with me. I will never divulge personal information to the others."

Except with Michael and Stephen because I absolutely had to, but you possessing latent telepathic abilities via your mother is safe with me.

She places the crutches down and sits down at the desk with the computer.

"Let's get started, shall we?"

This is definitely season one Susan. Shields UP!

"Yes Commander."

I pull up a chair and sit beside her as she quickly boots up the computer and punches up my file. She creates the fake profile for Vir...next year I think, so this should be a cake walk for her.

"Garibaldi has already made it certain that if this does get accessed, no one will question it's legitimacy. Unfortunately, we can't do anything about you not having parents, so we'll list them as being...deceased, if we say anything else it'll rouse suspicion. So tell me about yourself, since you seem to know so much about us."

I proceed over the next hour or so to tell Susan Ivanova my interests, basic background information, the medical records she'll be able to access from Medbay. She composes a decent enough looking profile for me.

"What do you think?" she asks when we're finished

"I think it's as good as it's gonna get. Will you need to submit this for the Captain's approval?"

"Yes. He wants you to report to him tomorrow morning at 8:00 hours."

"Understood."

"If that's all then, I will see you around."

"Yes Commander. Thank you for your help."

I forgot how cold she is here. At least to strangers, and especially to those who know more than they should. She nods and I watch her hobble out of my quarters. With that done I need to see about getting some food here...I wonder if B5 has an ordering service?

 

[DarkDestroyer]

Warner Brothers Discovery Own Babylon 5. For Entertainment Purposes Only. Non-Profit.

It took a while but I did discover the station has it's own food ordering service. Several of them in fact. I chose the cheapest one of course, and ordered myself some Tai food from the Zocolo. I'll have to familiarize myself with the markets properly when I get a chance to roam around a bit more. I end up falling asleep pretty quickly after another long, eventful day and wake up at 06:00 and report to Captain Sheridan's office at 08:00. Captain John J. Sheridan. I am still amazed that I'm here. Haven't been able to figure out why, there aren't many species in the B5 universe capable of trans-reality travel, let alone transport. By all accounts, this should be impossible. Sheridan stands up in front of his desk and greets me.

"Mr. Young. Welcome to Babylon 5." he formally welcomes me, and reaches out with his hand and I shake it

"Captain Sheridan. It is a tremendous honor, sir. I hope I haven't caused too much trouble."

He motions to the chair and I sit down.

"You've presented us with a unique situation, I'll grant that. The fact of the matter is that I'm not sure what to do with you yet. I do know however, we can't risk sending you off the station, if all of this is a show to you, then you know everything that is going to happen. You know our pasts. If we send you to Earth---no one will ever see you again."

"Sir--"

He holds up a hand.

"I know you have things on your mind that you want to tell me, but I don't think I'm ready to hear them yet. It's been less than a month since I took command of the station, and still am getting used to how things run, and now you've been tossed into my lap. I need time to properly assess what you've told us. I've instructed the command staff to not discuss you. As far as I'm concerned despite your file, and identi-card, you're persona non-grata until I decide otherwise. Security will be posted outside your door on a 24/7 basis, the guards will be personally selected by Mr. Garibaldi and approved by myself. Anything you need or required...like food---will be arranged to brought to you."

"Yes sir."

"I know this will seem like you're under house arrest, but we can't afford an asset like yourself becoming known, when we're not ready to utilize you...and if the other Ambassador's found out about you---except maybe for the Minbari---"

"I understand sir."

"If any event comes up that you feel the need to relay to us about, you are ordered to inform Garibaldi first, then me, in that order. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir."

There's so much that I want to tell him, but he's right. I can't overwhelm him with this right now. He's still adjusting, and some of the information that I possess will rock his current acceptance of reality.

"I've been speaking with Ivanova and Garibaldi about what we should do with you...you can't just stew around in those quarters either. Garibaldi proposed that we use you on retainer as a consultant. If we require your assistance, we'll request you. You'll be compensated for it. Is that acceptable?"

"Aye sir. I was wondering though about a job..."

He chuckles.

"I figured you might bring that up. Once we establish that you're no longer in immediate danger---or pose one to us, I'll rescind the security measures and you'll be free to roam around the station to pursue whatever you wish. The problem with appointing you with a more official position is that it will attract attention, and that's the opposite of what we want. So for now, things are going to have to be under the desk." Sheridan is tip toeing around things that he shouldn't be aware of yet. He's a smart man though, and knows that if I get sent back to Earth---it's game over.

"I understand sir."

"Good. Do you have anything you want to add, Mr. Young?"

"No sir. I think you've made things pretty clear. I understand I've put you in a difficult spot, and am grateful for the protection. I was wondering about...clothing."

"Ah yes. I can arrange for the quartermaster to find you something for the time being. I don't suppose wearing your current clothing over and over again is a suitable option for you. "

"Thank you sir. I appreciate that."

"Good luck Mr. Young, and again welcome aboard."

I nod and am escorted out of the office by security. This is gong to be harder than I thought to directly influence anything. I'm going to have to earn their trust.

 

[DarkDestroyer]

Warner Brothers Discovery own Babylon 5. For Entertainment Purposes Only. Non-Profit.

The next two weeks fly by as I attempt to slowly adjust to my new surroundings. I am on Babylon 5. It isn't a dream. It isn't...well...I don't know what it is yet, but it is real. It is like those stories in those forums you read occasionally. Historically, there is no record of anyone crossing realities like I have at least. I'm sure if they put their heads together back on Earth, they might be able to figure out how this has happened. Is this a First One thing? I'm not even sure who might be responsible for doing something like this here. There's no Q. No Aegis. Nothing like the higher entities from Star Trek or Doctor Who. The Vorlons and Shadows are aware of other dimensions, and we know they're capable of extra-dimensional travel, but I'm not sure if they are this. Lorien? Not his style, he's waiting for Sheridan anyway. I have started writing a journal. Writing down my thoughts has helped a lot, while also creating a List of things that I want to accomplish while I'm here. I must be here to enact some kind of change, or else why would I randomly have just shown up in one of my favourite shows? Telling the senior staff was a bold move, but they should all be able to handle it. The general populace of the station, definitely not. The Minbari absolutely would. As I mentioned so would the Vorlons, and probably the Shadows. The less thinking about them I do---the better. They could be aware of me now given I'm an anomaly. Fucking, Mr. Morden is lurking around here. I'm surprised I haven't heard a knock on my door yet and two shadows materialized in my room...that's probably yet to come. The Centurari would exploit me, as Londo and that asshole Reefa have already done with Morden. G'Kar is just beginning his transformative journey and not ready to know what I know, even if it will ultimately benefit him. He's too angry still.

Given how stressful my life back at home was, doing nothing---or almost nothing for the first time in a few years---has been a pleasant change of events. But I'm starting to stir and stuff's about to happen soon. The Cortez arrived a few days ago to resupply the station. I wasn't, messaged, so this means that things unfolded as they did in the episode and they were still able to rescue the ship from being lost in hyperspace. This would be Sheridan's second report of the Shadows to date, if I'm not mistaken. I should be getting out of here really soon. Plus I think the Underground Railroad with the Telepath situation is going to be happening in the next few weeks. Delenn, I've been informed has been up and about adjusting to her new reality since re-emerging from the Chrysalis a few weeks ago. Garibaldi has informed me in his weekly check in with me, as well as still recovering from Jack's betrayal, and that Sheridan has told the Ambassador about me and she has requested to meet me, which is going to be...interesting. So much destiny unfolding, and I'm couped up in here. The Quartermaster dragged out some used clothing for me, that I've had cleaned. It'll do for the time being. It's going to take some saving, or perhaps my first couple of payments from consulting---for me to be able to afford regular civilian clothing. I've bought a couple pairs of cheap shirts, a sweater, and sweat pants. This will do me for now. I have a small rotation of clothing going right now and that's good enough for me. The other thing that has been...interesting...to adjust to--is being young again. This definitely has never happened in known human history. Franklin was able to confirm that I'm 30 years old. Doesn't know how it happened either. All the ailments I had in the previous reality as a 44 year old are---gone. As if my body was re-generating---or de-aging back to it's previous condition. My foot remains the same, and we've begun a plan to deal with that. I told Stephen that I wanted to start the Regen Pack therapy first, and if that doesn't work, to go full on clone foot. He's already taken a sample of my DNA from my foot and started the gestation process. So it will be fascinating to see where this---

There's a knock on the door. Lou opens it up and I stand as it is---

"Greetings, my name is---"

"Lennier, of the Third Fane of Chudomo. It is a great honor to meet you."

I bow in the customary manner of his people, which further shocks him.

"It's true about you then. You know our ways?"

I shake my head.

"I know what I've seen from the show, as well as in the novels. It's not much. I do not mean to offend by being able to duplicate this--"

"It is not an offense. It is an astonishing thing. I have been asked to bring you to see Satai Delenn, she is ready to see you." Lennier bows. The Minbari and their bowing.

I bow again and suddenly feel underdressed for this meeting. Mira Furlan. Delenn....I feel tingles rush across my body and attempt to calm myself. Seeing Susan in the door frame for the first time a couple of weeks ago made me freeze, meeting Sheridan was exciting, but Delenn...this is an entirely different feeling. She's like a holy person, quite literally. I will need to be careful. She's still growing into this evolution of hers, and does not yet have all the wisdom she will have. Security remains just two people, which is probably not ideal but it draws less attention to who am I. We reach Delenn's quarters. I can't believe this is happening still. Everything looks exactly like it did in the show, just more defined, more crystal clear if that makes sense. More real. I hear chimes. Or what sound like chimes, and feel a strange wave of calmness sweep over me as Lennier goes to announce my arrival to Delenn. A couple of minutes passes and as if almost floating, Delenn appears and I feel...like I felt when watching the series. Like I'm seeing an old friend. She is wearing her season two robes. The Purple and silver. I can't help it and bow to her, she exchanges a look with Lennier who simply nods.

"Mr. Young. Welcome. I would introduce myself, but you already know who I am, so instead I suggest we take a seat. We have a great deal to discuss."

"Ambassador Delenn. It is a honor to meet you." she nods and gestures for us to go sit down.

"When Captain Sheridan told me about you a few days ago, I thought at first he was...making a joke, but once he informed me that you knew...very specific...things...I knew that I had to meet with you."

"Delenn...this is going to be...difficult...or perhaps it won't--given what you know---but I know....everything." She pauses and makes a decision.

"Lennier...leave us please."

The ever dutiful assistant bows and obeys. I thought he might protest out of a concern for her safety, but I'm clearly not a threat. Both of them could take me out with some Minbari martial arts moves in less time than it takes me to finish this thought.

"Yes. This has created a most...delicate situation. You know then the real reason why I am on this station? Why Sinclair was reassigned to Minbar? Why Sheridan was chosen to replace him by the humans?" she asks in that harmonical voice of hers

"I know a lot more than even you do, Ambassador. There is so much I have to tell you and the Captain, but I don't know when to begin. I've arrived at a---delicate time for all of you. This is the beginning of things. The things that Dukhat warned you about, tried to tell you about---all those years ago. The things you discovered about Jeff---Ambassador Sinclair---I believe that I am here---that I was meant to guide both you and Sheridan. To help you unite the races against the Shadows in the coming war." I say

I Finally say their name out loud and it gets the reaction from Delenn I wanted.

"I thought I was alone in this...quest." Delenn says quietly her usually very controlled emotions starting to slip as I relieve her of burden

"Not any longer." I say

"You must be protected above all costs...if the enemy ever got a hold of---"

"It would be bad. Not just for me. I know...things they would literally kill to know. Things that would help them win the war in less than five months. Delenn, are you aware of what Sinclair is doing on Minbar?"

"I know some of it..."

"The Anla'Shok are needed now more than ever. Sinclair and Rathenn will organize them, and you will command them, as eventually will Sheridan."

The use of the Minbari name for the Rangers shocks Delenn. It is right then, that she knows that I am telling the truth.

"If you had arrived among my people...we would have---"

"Put me in a temple somewhere on Tuzanor, and have Rathenn assign telepaths to guard me?" I offer with a small smile

This time she covers her shock quicker, and bows---with a hint of a smile.

"Yes. That is the likely case."

"No doubt after the Council spent three days at least debating about what to do with me before coming to that result."

She laughs now. It is a musical sound unlike you've ever heard before.

"All right, you have convinced me of your capabilities. You can stop---showing off?" she asks and I nod confirming her use of the word is correct.

"I am not hear to harm anyone. I'm not here to disrupt anything, even though I have already to a minor degree. I am here to help, but I can't do that when I'm couped up in quarters. The risk---is great I admit that. There are certain folk on the station that I'd rather not have run in's with yet , I can only be protected for so long before people find out about me. I'd rather take a progressive stance in what I want to do, Sheridan will be upset, but can you advocate on my behalf?" I ask her

"I will do what I can, but it is best for the time being that you do not gallivant around. You will draw as you say, too much attention to yourself. I can arrange for you to be further protected above what Captain Sheridan, and Chief Garibaldi have already. Do I have your permission to inform the Grey Council about you?" she asks surprising me

I didn't think about that. The Council has members on it that can't be trusted too. They're still on the path to Civil War. I think I understand what Delenn intends though.

"Not the Council, and I have my reasons that I can not tell you yet, but I do give permission, as long as the Captain approves, for you to tell your clan, and to the extent of the Religious Caste, but no further than that. Ambassador Sinclair also can be told about me."

That perks her up.

"May I ask why?"

"Spoilers."

"Spoilers?" She asks pondering the word in that iconic accent.

"Spoilers?" she repeats and I laugh now

"I'm afraid so. I'll leave it to your continued Earth language research to figure out what that means." I reply

"Very well. This has been most interesting. We shall speak again soon."

"Of that I have no doubt." I bow to Delenn, and she repeats the gesture to me as we walk towards the door. Lennier is there along with my security detachment.

"We are done here. Mr. Young is to be escorted back to his quarters." Lennier bows now, and Lou nods

 

[Mr Zoat]

Has someone already explained periods and hair to her?

 

[DarkDestroyer]

Has someone already explained periods and hair to her?

Click to shrink...

I'm assuming that she and Susan had their conversation already yes.

 

[Aeden Emrys]

Thanks for the chapters so far!
I hope to be reading much more!
And I wish you a very Merry Christmas !

 

[DarkDestroyer]

Warner Brothers Discovery Owns Babylon 5. For Entertainment Purposes Only. Non-Profit.

January gives way into February and I slowly start to save my credits now. I get basic essentials. Milk, eggs, bread, fruit, and veg from the Zocalo markets, but nothing extravagant. I have been studying the markets. I know what I want to invest in now when I am able to do so, and it would be considered ironic amongst B5 fans back home, but it is a logical approach to do and I know I will make bank on this investment so it's a no brainer. Delenn has spoken to Sheridan about me, and as expected, Sheridan was irritated that I requested that of Delenn, but I also knew---even at this point---that Delenn would be able to convince him. I am struggling with something already, something I knew I would right away. How to tell John about Anna, and the Shadows? Any fan in my position would do this fairly soon. Sheridan and Delenn have been interacting, but she hasn't been asked her on their dinner date yet. This has given me a conundrum of the heart. I know what I have to do---I just don't know how John will react to the news that his wife is Alive and been "working" with the Shadows this entire time. I have other pressing matters to attend to as I attend my annual weekly check up with Stephen.

"You're losing weight, quicker than I anticipated. You're doing those exercises I gave you?" he asks

"Yeah Doc. I'm guessing my new and improved---old body is also contributing to my weight loss? The fact that I'm actually able to move?" I reply with a question

"We've never dealt with anything like this before, so it's hard to say, but yes I would say you being more mobile has contributed a lot. Once you're able to get out of your quarters, I highly suggest more physical activity. The gym is actually one of the most highly equipped gym's I've seen." I frown at the prospect of going to the gym

"Stephen, I have something to ask."

We're on a first name basis now. I'm like this with all doctors. I'm that kind of patient.

"Sure. What's up? Wait...is this going to be a butterfly thing? You know the rules."

"I know the rules but in this case---"

"Oh. Whatever it is you're going to tell me, I'm part of it." He huffs with an annoyed expression on his face that nearly makes me laugh. I have missed Richard Biggs.

"Bester is going to be coming to the station soon. He is here to take out the rogue telepaths that have been streaming in and out of here since last year."

"Okay...what do you want to do? I assume we do something that prevents him from killing them?" Franklin is not at all surprised that I know this, they're starting to get it now.

"Yes. You have Talia Winters implant a false suggestion to Bester during his investigation. This will only work once, and you'll have to give this to her without it known that I gave you this idea."

He rubs his temple, frustrated.

"How are we supposed to do that?" he asks

"You come up with the idea in the first place. Just don't tell Talia that it was from me. It should work." Not really to deal with Talia yet...that's a whole other bag of issues

"What if it doesn't?"

"It will."

"You sure as hell are confident. Too damned confident if you ask me."

"That is because I have seen it happen already Stephen. Trust me."

"If this works, you'll have my trust." he states

"After Bester leaves, it will need to be made imperative to the telepaths they must leave. Babylon 5 will no longer be a safe haven for them if they stay in the large numbers they've been travelling here in."

"I think I get the picture. Well. That's it for now."

He takes off the patch. This may not be Star Trek technology but it is still remarkable what they can do compared to us. We're starting to make progression with our medical technology, but nothing this advanced. The regen pack has actually started to regenerate muscle and bone for me. I move around my foot.

"How does it feel?"

"Still the same."

"I figured that. We're still at the beginning of the process. It will take a few weeks before you notice anything different. The fact that this is working at all is impressive. I am reading that you've got back about 10 percent of your muscle and bone already. We're going to have to work your leg muscles back so they can support the foot. You feel up to two a weeks?"

Two appointments a week.

"I've got nothing to do." I joke and Stephen nods with a sardonic expression

"Somehow I find that hard to believe. I'll see you Monday afternoon, and Thursday morning. Same times. I'll send the appointments to your computer terminal."

"Thanks Doc. Tell me how it goes with Bester...after he's gone."

"I will. I've gotta go see Sheridan now. Lillian take over for me please."

"Yes Doctor."

I hop off the bed and am greeted by the first time...with another familiar sight which makes me smile. This is like old home week for nerds. Every time I encounter a character---favourite or otherwise it makes me smile and I get tingles. I can't help it. I'm still overwhelmed by being here.

"Hello Zack." I say as he looks irritated

"The Chief told me you were going to greet me informally. I've replaced Lou as your primary security guard."

"No one better. Lead away Mr. Allan." and Zack escorts me back to my quarters, I hope they open. The rent thing should be going on right now...and I may have complicated that for Sheridan. Oh dear.

 

[DarkDestroyer]

Warner Brothers Discovery Owns Babylon 5. For Entertainment Purposes Only. Non-Profit.

Bester came and went without incident for me. The plan went off like a hitch, and without him knowing of my presence on the station. We got lucky this time. He'll be back in a few months, and I won't be able to avoid him that time I don't think, especially since it involves an outbreak of Dust being used. Maybe I can get a jump on that early, but I'm not so sure that's wise either as that is a catalyst for G'Kar---my memory is hazy on a few plot points. It is interesting what actually being here has done to my brain. Talia and Ivanova are getting closer now thanks to what happened.

It is now May 2259. I've been on Babylon 5 now for four months. Despite the success with Bester, aiding with the railroad, I'm couped up in these quarters. I've managed to save quite a bit of my 50 credits a week. The trouble with this is that the show never to my knowledge, showed anything except maybe for a freeze frame or something on the Universe Today paper or maybe a side scroll on ISN---anything to do with the stock market, so I can only assume that it works the way ours does. I've been given permission to do this, no one expects me to get rich over night---despite my knowledge, as I've tried to explain already many times, my knowledge is not infinite nor covers every single aspect of this place. So I'm still gambling on futures, just as much as any one else is. I create an account and access StellarCom. This is the first time that I've used the interstellar comm device for anything. My major investment is going to be in Edgars Industries. I cringe as I say that to myself, knowing what trouble they're going to get into, but I feel like this is a no brainer for making money in the B5 universe. I stick to Earth based companies for now. I will have to do some more research on alien companies when I get the chance to do so. This is a little risky, but I should be fine in terms of detection with these investments. Aside from EI, I am careful not to buy shares in anything that I know are potentially connected to the Shadows and or Psi-Corp. Again, even investing in EI is a bit of a risk, but I'll take it for the time being. I get some shares in a couple of the arms corporations that supply Earth Force with their weapons as well. Now to wait and let the money grow. Hopefully.

Around the middle of the month I get an unexpected call.

"Huh. No one calls me...what..."

I activate the monitor and on the screen with that trademark smile of his, is Ambassador Jeffery David Sinclair. Valen. The brave and misunderstood Michael O'Hare. I nearly freeze in awe, but recover quickly.

"Entil'Zha." I bow as I feel tingles all around me as I say that title for the first time.

"So the rumors are true about you. Good. I thought I would make the time to introduce myself, but you already know who I am, which makes all of this easier."

"Ambassador Sinclair, the honor is mine. More than you know. How may I be of service to Ranger One?" I ask

"You are aware of the work I have been doing here on Minbar. The real reason I was assigned here?"

"Yes."

"I am about to inform Garibaldi of us. I decided to introduce myself and tell you that we have been operating again on the outer rim. You already know most of what is going on, so I won't bore you with details. The Great Enemy is out there Adam, and we will need your help to defeat them." Sinclair states in a kind of understated dramatic effect kind of way


I can't do that if I'm stuck in here.

"I believe that is the reason why I have been---brought or sent here, Ambassador. To help win the war."

"We need all the allies we can get, and you will be the most valuable one. Your knowledge of what we face, is priceless. You can not be captured. But you also need to be free to go about your business. That will happen soon enough. You know the events that are about to happen. The galaxy has sat on a teetering point for far too long, and nothing has been done about it, that changes, now. The Enemy and their agents are doing their part to manipulate events in their favor. We must counter that. A light in the darkness."


"I will do everything that I can...Ambassador---"

He shakes his hand.

"It is vital that you do not tell me anything of my past or future. There's a part of me that is desperate to know, but since I've been on Minbar, there's another part of me that thinks I will finally discover the truth about what happened on the Battle of the Line. I appreciate your intentions Adam, but that is not your gift to give to me."

I nod. I am having difficulty composing myself during this conversation. All kinds of emotions threaten to overwhelm me. I'm speaking with Valen.


"I understand, and will obey Entil'Zha. Is there anything else?"

"Go easy on them Adam. I know that it is frustrating for you right now, but when you are able to start enacting change---they will lean on you in the coming weeks and months. You will have aide if you need it. Anything you need, all you need to do is but ask, and a Ranger will be deployed." His voice is gentle but also hard like steel. It's difficult to convey.

"Thank you Ambassador. That means a lot."

He nods now.

"My time grows short, there are many events underway now. I have a feeling we will be seeing each other again soon. Until then..." he puts up his hand in a gesture I did not expect to get, and I put my hand on the screen in return.

"Entil'Zha." I say again and bow and the screen goes dark.

I start to cry having not expected to have a conversation this early with one of my favourite characters.

 

[DarkDestroyer]

Warner Brothers Discovery Own Babylon 5. For Entertainment Purposes. Non-Profit.

Author's Note: This will be the final chapter for a week or two. I'm having thyroid nodule surgery tomorrow morning so will not be online for at least the first few days of recovery. I hope all of you have a happy holidays if I don't post before Christmas.


The call with Sinclair proved to be more emotional than I had anticipated. One of my favourite characters in the show. He seems different than I remember him being. More confident. More relaxed. Perhaps it is the role he is in on Minbar. It suits him naturally, as well it should, given who he is. I have now spoken with All The Ones. My inner Zathras is speaking to me....that's going to be an interesting meeting when it happens. More time passes. I message Michael.

"This is unexpected...something's up?"

"Yeah. Ambassador Mollari is about to have his Day of Ascension."

"I'm not one to track all of Londo's various celebrations or what not---but I'm guessing there is something significant about this?"

"He gets to divorce two out of his three wives. One of them though, is plotting to have him assassinated. She is working with Matthew Stoner--"

This gets Garibaldi's attention.

"Talia's ex?"

"Yeah. Mariel is working with him, they will both deny this."

"You want to save Londo's life...why?" he half jokes

"I told you guys---"

"We all have destinies, yeah, yeah. Okay. I'll look into it. I can't exactly have them arrested when they board the station. But I'll have the two of them followed. Thanks Adam."

"This would be a whole lot more easier, if I was---"

"I Know. Soon."

"You keep saying soon, and I'm stuck in here. Eventually I've gotta get out---even---you know who suggested you let me out of here. I can't do the work I need to do, if I'm kept in here. I thought maybe a month or two to start. I've almost been in here a half a year Michael, and i'm starting to get stir crazy."

He exhales.

"I'll talk to the Captain, but you know what he'll say."

Yeah. I do. I just nod and the terminal goes blank.

Much later on, I get word that I was correct, again. Stoner and and Mariel are dealt with. Londo chooses Timov to continue to be his wife as in the show. I get a knock on the door. It is--

"Ambassador Mollari---I uh--"

"Relax, Mr. Young. I was given permission to see you. May I come in?" he looks at the two security guards who look at me, I nod and he comes in.

"How---why are you here?" I ask genuinely confused

"I have my ways." he replies carefully

Uh-huh.

"I came to thank you, Mr. Young. For intervening. The Centauri Republic would make you a very rich man, yessss. Women. Houses. Whatever you want, would be yours." Londo boasts except it is not a boast, it is a half hearted pitch to me.

"I'm not for sale Mr. Ambassador."

Not to mention it would be a mistake to be indebted to the Centauri Republic.

"No, I suppose not. That is unfortunate. The offer is a standing one though. I am in your debt for your service. Thank you."

That's rare for Londo at this time.

"Your welcome, Ambassador." He nods and I watch him turn and leave. I head to the console.

"Why the hell was Ambassador Mollari just at my quarters?" I ask Michael

"He found out about you."

"So you blind sided me with having him show up on my door?" I ask pissed off

"What did he offer you?" he asked

"The usual. I of course shot him down. Londo's dangerous. I want out of here Chief. Now. If Londo knows about me, that means everyone else will in a matter of days."

The Chief nods and I end the conversation.

Fuck.

 

[Speedshot]

This is what I've been waiting for. Best character in the show. Him and Gkar's scenes together in the show are always so intense, whether that's intensely funny or intensely scary. Either way keep up the good stuff.

Next time he should try offering some very fine bravari.

 

[DarkDestroyer]

Warner Brothers Discovery Owns Babylon 5. For Entertainment Purposes Only. Non-Profit.

Author's Note: I'm back from surgery now. It was a great success. I'm doing very well. Let's continue.

Encountering Londo was the linchpin that resulted in Sheridan finally rescinded the security restrictions on me. I was free to roam around the station, pursue a life, but I still had to follow the chain of command where butterflying was concerned. Londo, no doubt had already informed the Centuarum about me. There's nothing they could really do, but the danger of kidnapping was always there. I had to keep my guard up. I am aware that the Minbari have provided me with guards out of sight. I know that I am still well protected. Every possible precaution has been taken. But it's good to stay alert and be mindful of one's surroundings. Especially on a station like Babylon 5 where anything can happen. I'm tempted to head to the casino to check it out, but it's one of Londo's favourite hang outs, so not a good idea right now considering I'm still supposed to keep a low profile. There aren't a lot of places I can go to where I won't run into Londo in fact. But I have an idea where to possibly find work. I head through Red 5, past the busy Zocalo, and into Doug's Dugout. A sports bar, run by....Doug. Possibly named after Douglas Netter, one of the EP's of B5. Like most of the establishments shown on the station, it's small, low lit, and cramped, a dive essentially, but always jam packed. Especially on weekends. I exhale, and walk up to one of the waitresses.

"Is the manager in?" I ask

"Yeah, he's over there." she points over to the pay desk. I nod and give her my thanks

"Hello. My name is--"

"Kid, I don't care what you're name is. We've got a packed place tonight, and I'm short handed. What do you want?"

"That's actually why I'm here sir. I am looking for a job. I have experience working in kitchens."

I Hand him over my identicard. He glances over it and passes it back to me.

"What kind of experience you got?" he asks

"I've got dish pit experience, and have some training as a prep cook."

"Okay. Go to the back and find Tim. He's the head cook. He'll set you up down there. You listen to him. I can pay you 50 credits a week."

That seems to be a theme here.

"That's fine with me. Thank you, oh and if it matters, Michael Garibaldi can vouch for me."

I go to the back and find Tim. The kitchen is a small, three person deal, with a dish pit.

"Name is Adam. I'm just got hired by the manager."

"Doug hired you huh? Good. I don't care what you can do. I'll train you on the fly. Put on the apron and gloves."

I do so and begin the shift. Nothing I'm giving to do is particularly difficult. I've worked through dinner rushes before. Cooked meals for multiple people many times before, and worked at Rogers Arena for three years where my first shift was me being tossed into a pressure cooker (not literally) with no help and proving that i could handle things. Doug's was a piece of cake, even with just two of us there. Basic diner menu as well. Fairly easy to manage. At the end of the shift, Tim hands me a beer.

"Not bad kid. You have worked in a restaurant before?"

"I worked in an arena in Vancouver for almost four years. Every shift was like triple dinner rushes in a row. We'd often have to work through our breaks. I'd sometimes sleep in the worker's lounge after shift if I had to be back for clean up shift the next day."

"Sounds like my first job on Mars. Well, welcome aboard---what'd you say your name was?"

"Adam."

Tim shakes my hand. I thank him for the beer and take off the apron and gloves. Doug greets me at the door before I leave.

"Tim tells me you did good. Here's a bonus for the night. Kitchen staff takes half tips. Don't except this every night."

"Thanks sir."

"Call me Doug."

I nod, and head out feeling good about myself. It was nice to actually work again.

 

[Mr Zoat]

Have you warned Londo about Morden having his mistress killed if he backs out of their deal?

 

[Death by Chains]

Londo hasn't even met Morden yet, much less sold his soul to him, and any effort towards warning him about Adira's fate would open that whole can of worms about 'how the SI knows all this'. Londo (and/or anyone else in the greater Centauri Republic who found out about that kind of intelligence jackpot) would lie, steal, kidnap, murder, torture and genocide for the kind of strategic advantage it represents, even with butterflies in full effect. Some of them might feel a little bad about it, Londo chief among them, but they'd still do it for the greater good of the Centauri Republic (and their own careers).

 

[Mr Zoat]

Londo hasn't even met Morden yet, much less sold his soul to him, and any effort towards warning him about Adira's fate would open that whole can of worms about 'how the SI knows all this'. Londo (and/or anyone else in the greater Centauri Republic who found out about that kind of intelligence jackpot) would lie, steal, kidnap, murder, torture and genocide for the kind of strategic advantage it represents, even with butterflies in full effect. Some of them might feel a little bad about it, Londo chief among them, but they'd still do it for the greater good of the Centauri Republic (and their own careers).

Click to shrink...

Londo met Morden in series 1 episode 13, where Morden's friends recovered the The Eye for him and we got the whole 'I want it back, the way it was' speech. Since Sinclair is on Minbar we are now at least in series 2.

 

[Death by Chains]

Right, misjudged the timeline. My bad.
The rest of the point stands: revealing what he knows would pose two other questions that would get him black-bagged and mind-ripped in a heartbeat: how does he know this thing he has no right to? and what else does he know that he has no right to?

 

[Mr Zoat]

Yes, but that bird has already flow. Londo already knows that he exists and that he has interesting insights. I doubt that Londo would refer the matter to Centari Prime at this stage, not with his relationship with Refa worsening. The most I'd expect is that he'd try getting more information for himself, and that's not a bad thing.

 

[DarkDestroyer]

Londo is too dangerous to be around at this point. I mentioned the Centaurum because I REALLY do think that Londo would have reported someone like myself to the government, and I needed some kind of risk factor---or increased factor. I admit I was taking creative liberties with this. SI Adam will be avoiding G'Kar for a while too as he mentions in his inner monologue's due to G'Kar JUST beginning his "awakening".

Trust me, every fault or perceived error you guys bring up...I thought about multiple times lol. If it is in there THERE IS A REASON and it DOES get paid off at some point. We're just in the very beginning as maybe a Vorlon or Minbari would say.

 

[Mr Zoat]

I doubt that Londo would have reported it. At this point he's already plotting with Lord Refa, so he's not going to tell Malachi or Turhan. No centari is going to find it strange that an ambassador is going to develop a network of contacts, so he doesn't need to tell anyone else. Unless he somehow finds out the truth, all he's got is an unusually well informed human, and he probably knows more than a few of those anyway. And until the end of series 2 he's not that big a deal amongst the centari elite for the Information Ministry to monitor him the whole time.

Minimising contact to avoid a visit from Morden or Ulkesh Kosh makes perfect sense.

 

[DarkDestroyer]

Warner Brothers Discovery Owns Babylon 5. For Entertainment Purposes Only. Non-Profit.

It is now June 2259. I have been working at Doug's Dugout now for just over a month. I am enjoying it quite a bit. The sports atmosphere reminds me of Rogers Arena back home to a degree. We have a steady clientele . It's not one of the busier joints in B5, mostly why Doug can only afford to pay me 50 creds a week. The weekends are our busiest times. I've used this to become familiar with all the sports in the galaxy. Yes, that is astounding to state, but humans aren't the only ones who invented sports. Sports seems a universal constant from the dawn of time. Some form of all the major sports leagues exist. Mars has a baseball team of course mentioned from the show. There are less teams than from back home. The Canucks still suck, naturally. Boxing is regulated under the SportCorp, which seems to be galactic wide governing body and corporation. Seems corrupt as fuck. I briefly thought about investing in them, but thought better of it. I keep mostly to myself, Tim is great to talk to after the shift, and has trained me well. I think he appreciates that I can adapt and been in a kitchen before. He doesn't have to babysit me.

The station is abuzz, as it is hosting the Emperor of the Centauri Republic, Turhan. I have dreaded this visit because of the aftermath. Damn it Londo. Damn G'Kar. Why? Because it is destiny. The Centuari and Narn have always been locked on this path, and no one, especially little old me is going to deter them. I can do one though and I put on my best suit and go find him. I find him dressed in his warrior's formal suit. Pacing.

"Hello G'Kar."

"What do you want? I'm busy." the enigmatic Narn Ambassador says trying to dismiss me

"I know what you are about to try to do, I'm here to convince you not to." I say to him carefully

"It's you." he whispers realizing who I am---so there have been rumors now

"I had wished to meet you another way Ambassador G'Kar. I admire you---a great deal, for many reasons. I know why you want to do this. I know better than the others, but doing it will not get what you want."

"It will be revenge!" he retorts back and I shake my head

"What revenge? If you do this, you'll start a new war. Don't be stupid. They'll trace it back to you eventually."

He glares at me and stands inches from me.

"You dare..."

"I do dare, G'Kar. Because believe it or not I know you. I know the kind of man you were, who you are going to become. If you do this---none of that will happen, and you will have condemned your people to a fate worse than before."

"YOU KNOW WHAT THEY DID TO US!!?" he shouts in rage

I nod sadly.

"I do G'Kar, yes. I am so sorry. Please don't do this. You don't know why he's here."

He's here to make peace. If I had any kind of physical training---I should be stopping that fucking rat, Reefa.

"You can stop this..." he pleads with me suddenly, and I can see the weight on his shoulders.

"Nothing in reality can stop what is to happen, Ambassador. Not even me."

"Then we have nothing more to say to each other."

"Please tell me, I don't have to call the Chief? Or alert everyone in that room up there?" I ask

"No." he says making a decision

I nod and step away. I take out the PPG from my back pocket and turn the safety on. I tap the back of my left hand.

"Young to Garibaldi."

"Garibaldi, Adam what are you doing?"

"You've a guest in the brig right now. Release him."

"Why?"

"He's a Ranger, Michael." I state matter of fact

"Holy...acknowledged. Garibaldi out."

This isn't over quite yet. I head down to security and the Ranger from the episode glances up at me.

"Thank you, I have spoken with Garibaldi. There is a message for the other person whom you know. Ranger One has asked me to tell you that we are allowing you to be privy to all our activity reports. You are to share them with no one unless given permission to do so by Ranger One. This is a privilege that can be revoked as quickly as it has been bestowed. Understood?"

I nod.

"Yes. Thank you for your service, walk in the light." i say and he nods blinking once as I say the correct words

My link beeps.

"Franklin to Young, report to sick bay...there's something you should see."

So It Begins...

 

[Aeden Emrys]

Thanks for your works so far.
I look forward to reading more in this new year of 2026.
And I wish you a very Happy New Year !

 

[DarkDestroyer]

I doubt that Londo would have reported it. At this point he's already plotting with Lord Refa, so he's not going to tell Malachi or Turhan. No centari is going to find it strange that an ambassador is going to develop a network of contacts, so he doesn't need to tell anyone else. Unless he somehow finds out the truth, all he's got is an unusually well informed human, and he probably knows more than a few of those anyway. And until the end of series 2 he's not that big a deal amongst the centari elite for the Information Ministry to monitor him the whole time.

Minimising contact to avoid a visit from Morden or Ulkesh Kosh makes perfect sense.

Click to shrink...

I do see your point...I even agree with it to a large extent. My inner reasoning on that he DID report it---is as a ruse to distract the Centarum from possibility investigating his dealings. But I do agree there isn't anything to suspect that SI Adam is larger than he appears to be---but they will quickly figure out that isn't the case anyway.

 

[DarkDestroyer]

Happy New Year Everyone!