My sixth annual Halloween contribution. I'm late this year due to life being very busy at the moment. Sorry for that.
As usual, I don't own anything you recognise as from B5. All hail to JMS, the great maker.
Fly Me From the Moon
By
Hilary Weston
Zack watched the latest lot of arrivals coming through customs. There was the usual mix; those who were met by friends or relatives, the business people, and the rest. Those looking for a new life, looking slightly ragged and just a bit over burdened with luggage.
Zack liked watching the crowds by the docking bays. If you knew what you were looking for, you could spot the troublemakers before they did any damage.
Today, someone did catch his eye, but the man didn't look the criminal type. He appeared exhausted with haunted desperate eyes. This was a man running away from something, Zack decided.
Joseph had almost physically felt the drag of the moon's gravity diminish as they had pulled out of Earth's orbit. Maybe now, on Babylon 5, he would finally be able to put his cursed life behind him. The monthly nightmare that had cost him his family, job and most of his friends should have been left on Earth.
Tonight was the night he would know for sure if the price he had paid would be worth it. If not there was only one course of action open to him.
He headed to Brown Sector and the darkest corner he could find. Joseph prayed that he would be able to sleep undisturbed.
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"How was Halloween Sergeant?" Zack said as he walked into security the next morning.
"Do you want the weird or even weirder?"
"Is there a difference?" Zack settled himself into his chair.
"Well, we found a lurker ripped apart in Downbelow. Some animal by the looks of it."
"I thought the Zarg got killed the other year?"
The sergeant shrugged, "There's a team looking into it now."
"So what else?" Zack sighed, he hated Halloween.
"A suicide. Some guy who just got here, shot himself."
"That's not weird." Zack commented.
"With a silver bullet?"