Zathras' Thanks
Zathras entered Babylon 5 with his usual outlook on events: 'It happens.' After consulting a wall map he knew where he was going. He headed towards the ambassador's wing.
After a quick security check he was allowed access. He headed down the hall. Zathras entered Kosh's atmospheric control room and put on a face mask, then entered the quarters.
Kosh was standing, facing the door as he entered, almost as if he'd been expecting Zathras.
'I am Zathras. You are... Kosh?' He cocked his head in his usual odd manner.
'Yes? What do you want?' Kosh's headed tilted in return.
'To offer my thanks.'
There was a lengthy pass.
'I have done nothing for you.' Kosh replied, keeping his unchanged pitch.
'Oh... but you will.' Zathras smiled one of his many smiles that told he had a secret.
'I do not understand.'
'That is... presumed to be so. I apologize for the confusion ambassador. I just wanted to tell you this... before it was too late.' Zathras reached into one of the many openings in his clothing and pulled out an old clock, a wind up one. He placed it on a box to the side.
'That is not mine.'
'It is for you.'
'It is a clock.'
'Yes. I have given it to you... so you will always be able to know the true time. Thank you.' And with that Zathras left.
Zathras entered Babylon 5 with his usual outlook on events: 'It happens.' After consulting a wall map he knew where he was going. He headed towards the ambassador's wing.
After a quick security check he was allowed access. He headed down the hall. Zathras entered Kosh's atmospheric control room and put on a face mask, then entered the quarters.
Kosh was standing, facing the door as he entered, almost as if he'd been expecting Zathras.
'I am Zathras. You are... Kosh?' He cocked his head in his usual odd manner.
'Yes? What do you want?' Kosh's headed tilted in return.
'To offer my thanks.'
There was a lengthy pass.
'I have done nothing for you.' Kosh replied, keeping his unchanged pitch.
'Oh... but you will.' Zathras smiled one of his many smiles that told he had a secret.
'I do not understand.'
'That is... presumed to be so. I apologize for the confusion ambassador. I just wanted to tell you this... before it was too late.' Zathras reached into one of the many openings in his clothing and pulled out an old clock, a wind up one. He placed it on a box to the side.
'That is not mine.'
'It is for you.'
'It is a clock.'
'Yes. I have given it to you... so you will always be able to know the true time. Thank you.' And with that Zathras left.