Who are you?
The ship had appeared from the azure vortex that led the way out of hyperspace, its four wing-like fins slowly retracting to fold themselves about the knobby, organic ship.Captain Sheridan watched all this with in a state of awed silence from the command deck. The enigmatic Ambassador Kosh had returned.
Who are you?
The Ambassador had been 'instructing' Captain Sheridan for months now. More often than not, these 'lessons' tended to leave Sheridan in a more confused state as to what was going on than before he'd even started them. The Vorlons had a saying - Understanding is a three-edged sword. By his own reckoning, he was missing about two and two-thirds of those edges. He did usually feel extremely philosophical and introspective after these 'sessions', and had to wonder if that was Kosh's intent.
Who are you?
The Army of Light, the Darkness, the Rangers - this all sounded like some kind of fantastical or mythical quest. Yet both Kosh and Delenn seemed to think of him as a natural part of this grandiose design for the future. He had to wonder about what his superiors would say if he filled them in on all the details. Would they care? They'd been trying to make Babylon 5 as self-sustaining as possible. He couldn't help but chuckle as he recalled the merchandising store they'd opened as a part of their ideas.
Who are you?
"Captain?" The inquiring voice of his second in command intruded into his own reflections. "Is something wrong?" He glanced quickly over at Commander Susan Ivanova, shaking his head. "No, no. I was just thinking." Ivanova gave him a wry look, not even needing her latent telepathy to be able to see through that flimsy guise. "Right. You want me to take over here? Its almost 1500 hours." He had yet another appointment with Kosh this afternoon, for another lesson.
He nodded a quick agreement. "It's all yours, Commander. I ought to be finished before 1600 hours." His second in command nodded in turn. "I'll see you then. You want Stephen to be on standy by with a trauma team in case your brain overloads?"
Throwing a sly grin over his shoulder, he shook his head. "I'm not sure you'll even have time for that. Our old friend Bester is coming in today with a Psycop in training, some sort of field test, and I think you'd be the perfect one to greet him."
He never saw the glare that would have burned holes into his back had it been a PPG instead of eyes.
Who are you?
Donning the breathing mask, he waited inside the airlock as the light turned red, indicating the environment had been altered to that of this particular sector's settings, which included gases in the atmosphere that were toxic to humans. He was never quite sure why Kosh had always stayed here. Vorlons didn't exactly respire, Kosh operated just fine out in the common areas as well as he did here. For his protection? Isolation? Who knew?
Who are you?
Keying the door chime, he heard the panel beep in response, allowing him entry. He stepped into the small, spartanly decorated room, glancing at the gases pouring from the walls, then to the suited Ambassador, who was slowing turning to face him. It fixed him in the center of its emerald eyepiece, the one that always seemed to pierce his soul, asking but one question -
Who are you?