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G'Kar and Mollari: The Discovery of the Nenta
Chapter One: A Pleasant Drive in the Country
(A Fan-Fiction story based upon the "Babylon 5" Universe created by J. Michael Straczynski)
The ground-car sped along the country road, whirring its way past astoundingly green fields filled with bountiful crops. The quaint stone houses that lined the road did not fit in with one large Narn's idea of the Centauri home-world.
When G'Kar, the Narn Ambassador to the Interstellar Alliance (which was presently based on the space station Babylon 5), looked out the window of the vehicle he was amazed. The lush beauty of the surrounding countryside was a far cry from his home-world of Narn, which had been forced to endure two Centauri occupations and which had subsequently been turned into a virtual dust desert.
Over the past two years, G'Kar's people had been attempting to rebuild the Narn home-world, but it had thus far been a heart-breaking, long, and arduous task.
The second occupation had been particularly brutal; the Narn home-world had been bombarded by the Centauris' use of mass-drivers, weapons which had been unanimously banned by just about every civilized world in the galaxy. When G'Kar thought back to that horrible day two years ago when they all learned that Narn had been attacked, he would have never guessed that just two years later, he would become friends (of sorts) with the architect of that monstrous attack: Londo Mollari, the Centauri Ambassador to Babylon 5. Mollari was also known in the Royal Court as being the Prime Minister who was most likely next in line to become Emperor of Centauri Prime. Thus, Mollari often had to divide his time between his duties on Babylon 5 and his duties on Centauri Prime. G'Kar had been appointed personal bodyguard to Mollari whenever the would-be Emperor returned to his home-world of Centauri Prime.
"Well, well, G'Kar," Londo said to him, "I see you are actually admiring the beauty of Centauri Prime. Is it not perfection?"
G'Kar could not help but feel jealousy and resentment about the unfairness of it all; Narn was in ruins while Centauri Prime boasted the most fertile farmlands in the entire quadrant.
"I was comparing your world to mine, Mollari," G'Kar replied sadly, "Your use of mass-drivers completely decimated Narn, rendering this kind of vegetative beauty impossible on my world."
Mollari sighed, as if he were being asked to remember a vaguely unpleasant family squabble.
"Will you never stop reminding me, G'Kar?" he asked the Narn.
Ordinarily, the pair maintained an unspoken agreement not to bring up the subject of their respective past atrocities one to the other. There had already been too much hatred between the two of them and their peoples; and it had ended very tragically for both of them, especially for the people of G'Kar's world.
G'Kar often wondered what would have happened had he attempted to work harder for peace as opposed to his old goal of exterminating the entire Centauri species. In the past two years, he had been slowly undergoing a spiritual transformation, and he knew that he had been very wrong in many of the actions that he had taken in the past, against not only the Centauris, but against other vulnerable populations as well. In the past it had been his hatred that had driven him, but by now he had finally, after having undergone a process of tormented soul-searching, out-grown much of his vengeful thinking.
He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the remnants of the old hatred pass through him. He had long since learned not to ignore those feelings, lest they re-surface at another time to savage his inner world. By letting them pass through his mind and heart as clouds traipse across the sun, however, he found that he could function in a far more emotionally balanced way than he used to do.
"I can never forget, Londo," he replied, "How can I? To you, Narn was simply a bygone target, the tragic recipient of your past crimes. To me, on the other hand—Narn was the home of my family, my friends, my ancestors! I remember hiking up the mountain with my brother's family to pray to G'Quan in the early morning sunlight. He and I would joke with each other about the ridiculous nature of politics while the pouchlings romped about and sang songs..."
"G'Kar!" Londo interrupted, "That is not fair. You have no idea of the depth of my guilt as I watched your home-world being bombarded with mass-drivers. I would not have ever thought of or have wanted to use them, but Lord Refa forced my hand. And that murderous Shadow-Man, Mr. Morden, who provided me with the power and the means to destroy your people—if I could do the whole thing over again, I would have told both he and Refa to go to hell."
"Perhaps we should concentrate on the task at hand," the big, red-eyed Narn replied, "Since neither of us can go back and change what we did to each other."
"'We', G'Kar?" Londo queried, his large "fan-tail" hair-do bouncing slightly as he faced his nemesis-turned-companion-and-bodyguard, "Don't tell me you have suffered guilt about the past? I thought I was the only villain amongst us."
"I have many regrets, Mollari," G'Kar retorted, returning to the use of the Centauri's family name, "One of them was what I did to Commander Sinclair and the Vorlon Ambassador Kosh when I first came to Babylon 5."
"Ah, yes," Mollari agreed, seeming to brighten at the prospect of his Narn companion experiencing remorse, "and as I recall, you also black-mailed me into voting the innocent Sinclair off the station on an attempted murder charge, for a crime that he did not commit. You tried to frame him for the attempted assassination of Ambassador Kosh. You would have had him handed over to the Vorlons for false justice if you had been successful. Thank the Great Maker that Sinclair and his team stopped your Minbari criminal friend from finishing his sordid deed. The Vorlons would have destroyed the station in their anger. You and the rogue Minbari endangered the entire station of Babylon 5 with your disgraceful mischief!"
"Yes," G'Kar admitted, pursing his lips in chagrin, "Although I have always officially denied my involvement in the grim affair. Sinclair afterwards gave me a drink which had supposedly been spiked with a piece of nano-technology in it—one which would attach itself to my intestines..."
"Ah, yes!" Mollari chimed in, "The non-existent nano-technology that Sinclair told you would be unleashed upon your digestive system if you ever did anything to endanger the station again. And did your doctors have a good time searching your insides for this little piece of technology?"
"Sinclair lied to me," G'Kar growled, "He told me that he could simply press a button on his nefarious little hand-device and send my intestines into disarray. I spent a day and a half on my Uncle G'Sten's ship while the Narn doctor on board searched for the schrocking thing. Finally, we discovered there was nothing there—after I had gone through a torment which was almost as bad as that which your dear little Emperor Cartagia put me through when he was torturing me within the walls of your fine Centauri palace."
"G'Kar!" Mollari exclaimed, offended, "He was most certainly not my "dear little Emperor Cartagia". He is gone, and good riddance to the mad little monster-brat. And as for you and your Narn doctor's intestinal search for the Nano-tech piece, or "beep-beep" device, as our good friend Mr. Garibaldi referred to it—well, it served you right for all of your nasty tricks and schemes."
G'Kar shot Mollari a dark glance, but he knew that the most annoying Centauri in the Universe was correct. Knowing that he had been part of a plot to assassinate the Vorlon Ambassador Kosh—even if it had been indirectly—and that he had attempted to frame Sinclair, the former Commander of Babylon 5, for murder was now a deep source of shame for him every time he thought about it. Fortunately, the plot had failed and Kosh had survived the attempt at that particular time.
G'Kar preferred to forget about the whole miserable affair, just as he did not wish to remember his peoples' dishonorable sneak attack on the Centauri agricultural colony of Ragesh 3. Londo's atrocities, of course, completely overshadowed G'Kar's and made them seem insignificant in comparison. Nevertheless, he remembered the day that Sinclair had lambasted him for the Ragesh 3 attack, calling it a "cowardly" action against the mainly civilian colony. G'Kar had been furious at Sinclair and had tried to hide the more damning details of the attack, but Sinclair had caught one of his Narn Fleet Commanders in the act of engaging in the nefarious activity. It was proven that the Narns had not "liberated" Ragesh 3 as he, the Narn Ambassador to Babylon 5, had claimed at the time. Instead, the Narns had indeed engaged in a "sneak attack" on the civilian colony.
When Sinclair had confronted him with the evidence, G'Kar had been exposed as a liar and a complete fool. As he contemplated his terrible mistakes of the past, he felt even more ashamed now than he had then.
Thankfully, Londo Mollari was not pressing his luck in cajoling G'Kar about his past "tricks and schemes". Obviously, he did not want G'Kar to come back at him with some of his own dark "tricks and schemes."
"Well, G'Kar," Mollari added, "Perhaps we should both let the past go for now. We can always pick it up again later should we wish to torment ourselves with it."
"Londo," G'Kar said suddenly, peering intently into his eyes, "I apologize for what I did to your colony and to your nephew, Carn Mollari, during the Ragesh 3 attack. It was very wrong of me."
"You, G'Kar?" Mollari replied in astonishment, "Admitting that you were wrong? I need to give myself a pinch to make sure I just heard you correctly. You, G'Kar—apologizing to me? After everything I did to your world? It is astounding!"
"Not really," G'Kar told him in a matter-of-a-fact manner, "I am only acknowledging my own faults. They are not nearly as numerous as yours, of course—but nonetheless, your nephew was innocent of all your flaws and machinations. I am sorry for what we did—threatening him with death if he did not deliver our message the way we wanted it delivered. We bullied the people of Ragesh 3 into submission, and I now see clearly the error in that."
"Yes," agreed Mollari, "I well remember your lies about Ragesh 3 having been "liberated" by you Narn barbarians. It infuriates me just thinking about it."
G'Kar felt his blood pressure rising at the mention of the term "Narn barbarians". It angered him to hear this particular Centauri barbarian's hypocritical criticisms. Still, G'Kar knew after having prayed and meditated on his past actions every day for the past two years that he was not immune to hypocrisy himself. He had come a long way in terms of having a deeper self-awareness, and he also knew that Londo Mollari had gone through a similar process of self-confrontation. Both of them were, whether they liked it or not, on a journey towards forgiveness—not of the atrocities which had been committed, for no one person could ever forgive such horrors on behalf of entire populations—but rather they were on a journey of forgiveness towards themselves and each other. G'Kar hated to admit it, but he knew that he and Londo Mollari were like spiritual twin brothers. How else could he explain their odd "friend/enemy" counter-relationship? They had once hated each other with a virulent passion, but now that their wars were over, they were learning to respect each other in spite of their past cruelties toward one another. G'Kar did not quite understand it, but he would not be surprised if it was the Universe's way of making him atone for what he had done because of his hatred for Centauris and other strangers who had disagreed with him and his militaristic methods.
"Excuse me, Londo, G'Kar," the Centauri driver called from the front, "but I believe we've arrived at the first farm that you wanted to visit."
Londo's assistant, Vir Cotto, stopped the vehicle and stepped out of the ground-car. He was dressed in a brown tunic and matching pants, while his "fan-tail" hair-do appeared somewhat lop-sided. Vir, who was once a fairly chubby man, had lost a good deal of weight over the past couple of years. It was hardly surprising; the past two years had been very hard on Vir. He had been the unlikely one to kill the mad Emperor, Cartagia. Even though it was something that had needed to be done to save both Narn and Centauri Prime from destruction, Vir continued to harbor a sense of guilt over what he had done to the young man. He had tended to function, for most of the time that he was stationed at Babylon 5, as Londo Mollari's conscience. He had been active in secretly stowing away and then transporting captive Narns to safety during the Narn-Centauri war. G'Kar had never properly thanked Cotto for what he did to save so many Narns' lives during that terrible time. He made a mental note to himself to do so in the future. Before that time, G'Kar had treated Vir as an underling hardly worthy of notice, but now he realized that it was time to change that.
"And you think that it is here that the Narn prisoners were taken, Mr. Cotto?" G'Kar asked eagerly.
"I can't be sure if the prisoners are still here, G'Kar," Cotto told him, "Most of the Narns that I brought through went to other worlds where they would be safer. I only know that some of my compatriots brought over a number of groups in order to work the fields during planting season. Some of them arrived from the recent conflict, but many were born here. Their parents and grand-parents were brought here a long time ago from the first Centauri Occupation of Narn. Those Narns speak only Centauri and would not know how to fit in if they were brought back to Narn—especially in its present state."
G'Kar growled at the mention of the state of his home-world. He did not have time to reply however, as a rather portly Centauri male dressed in very basic clothing came rushing out to meet them, bowing all the way.
"Prime Minister Mollari!" the farmer greeted him, "I am Varnas Sylko. I am very, very honored to welcome such a fine person to my humble abode. Please, do come in for a cup of tea. My wife would very much like to meet you."
Varnas Sylko did not have much hair on his head, and what he did have was not in any way arranged in the aristocratic "fan-tail" hair-do. He was a Centauri peasant, perhaps the first one that G'Kar had ever seen in his life. His manner was clearly different from the aristocrats—there was none of the typical Centauri arrogance that he had come to expect of Mollari's people. He suddenly realized that this farmer was part of a quiet majority on Centuari Prime. The Aristocrats and rulers were extremely powerful, but they only made up a small fraction of the population in general. G'Kar wondered what kind of attitude he would be receiving from Sylko—after all, if what Vir had said was correct, he could be the Chief Servant in charge of the Narn slaves. There was no doubt a Lord who ruled Sylko and the other farmers, but it was likely that he did not have as much to do with the day-to-day dealings with the slaves as Sylko did.
Mollari was protesting Sylko's offer of hospitality, but G'Kar wanted to know more about this man, so he intervened.
"Mollari, where are your manners?" he chided him, "Mr. Sylko has offered you his hospitality—the least you can do is to honor him with your glorious presence."
"Your Narn servant may enter the house as well, Prime Minister," Sylko said to Mollari, "He seems to have been well-trained in house manners."|
"Oh, yes I have, Mr. Sylko, thank you," G'Kar answered on behalf of Mollari, "Come along, Master Mollari. I'll let you enter first, of course."
"All right, G'Kar, my dear little servant," Mollari muttered sarcastically, "I never thought I would live to see the day you would refer to me as 'Master'."
The trio followed Sylko into a small stone cottage. His wife was stirring a big pot, which was hanging over a kind of fire-pit. The fire-pit was in the middle of the kitchen, with everything else arranged around it.
"This is my wife, Troja," Sylko announced, "And this, Troja, is Prime Minister Londo Mollari, accompanied by his aide, Vir Cotto. Master Cotto arranged this tour for the Prime Minister, you know."
"Prime Minister, it is an honor," Troja greeted Mollari, "I am sorry that our home is so humble. I hope it does not offend you."
"No, indeed, dear lady," Mollari greeted Troja, bringing her hand up to his lips and kissing it in his annoyingly charming manner.
Troja laughed somewhat nervously, glancing at her husband. Varnas Sylko merely shrugged. Apparently aristocrats could get away with anything in the home of a peasant.
"I will make you two fine gentlemen some tea," Troja told them, busying herself with the preparations, "and I will bring some for your servant as well. Spot!"
An elderly Narn appeared in the kitchen. He was dressed in clothing similar to that of Varnas, and he had Centauri letters tattooed across his arm. G'Kar was fluent in both spoken and written Centauri, but he knew exactly what the letters said without reading them: "Property of the Centauri Republic".
He had been given the same tattoo when he had been a child growing up on the Centauri-occupied Narn home-world.
"What is your servant's name, Prime Minister?" Troja asked.
Mollari told her, and she looked very puzzled.
"G'Kar," she repeated, "That doesn't sound like the kind of name that you would give a Narn servant."
"G'Kar is not a servant, dear lady," Mollari explained, "He is actually a diplomat from the Narn home-world, but he is serving as my bodyguard—of his own accord."
Troja suddenly looked upon G'Kar with fear.
"You mean...he is an untrained savage?" she stammered.
"No," Mollari answered hastily, at the same time as G'Kar answered, "Yes."
"I was trained as a pouchling, Mistress Sylko," G'Kar explained, "I served in a Centauri household with my parents until finally the Centauri army was obliged to leave our world."
Troja peered at G'Kar in a kind of fascinated horror.
"Ahhh...Spot!" Varnas cried on behalf of his wife, "Would you bring...G'Kar...into the back room? Troja will give you some tea to serve him. You are to speak with him while we entertain our guests, do you understand?"
"Yes, Master Varnas," 'Spot' replied obediently.
He led G'Kar to the 'back room', and the pair of them sat on the floor. The elder looked at him warily.
"What is your real name?" G'Kar asked in Centauri. He knew that the servant would not be allowed to speak Narn, if indeed he even knew how to speak his native tongue.
"My name is 'Spot', as the Master told you," he replied, "And you...is it true that you are a barbarian from the Old World?"
"I," G'Kar said, proudly drawing himself up, "am a Narn. And so are you, my friend...although I don't doubt that the Centauris have discouraged you from learning even a single thing about your own people."
"My people are here...on the farm," Spot replied, "My wife, my children...all of us have grown up on the farmlands of Lord Styella. We have worked here for generations."
"When did your people first arrive here?" G'Kar asked.
"My grandfather was transported here in the early days of the Centauri occupation of the Old World. He raised his family on these lands, and I raised mine on them, as well. We are very proud to be members of the Sylko family. Varnas Sylko's grandfather was Chief Servant to Lord Styella, and that post has been handed down to Sylko's father and finally to himself. The Sylkos have taken us into their family and have been supervising us for three generations now. My full name is Spot Sylko...not every Nenta is fortunate enough to be awarded a Centauri family name."
"What is a 'Nenta'?" G'Kar queried, "Some kind of social class for the inferiors?"
"We are not inferior," Spot-Sylko replied, offended, "We serve our Lord proudly as members of the Sylko family. They are our supervisors...we are the Nenta."
"And the Nenta are...?" G'Kar prodded the strange servant.
"We are...a combination of Narn...and Centauri...therefore, Nenta. We are not full Centauri citizens, and of course we do not deserve to be. We were once savages as you are, but the Centauris civilized us...do not fret, G'Kar, for they will civilize you as well."
"Yes," G'Kar replied ruefully, "I had a taste of the last Centauri Emperor's civilizing influence a couple of years ago, when I was a prisoner of war."
"You fought in a war against our Great Masters?" Spot-Sylko asked incredulously, as though no being in the Universe could possibly consider going to war against the cherubic Centauris.
"Yes," G'Kar answered, "And we lost badly. We are now attempting to re-build the...Old World, as you call it. Our friends Londo and Vir finally helped to...liberate Narn, in a manner of speaking."
"G'Kar!" Spot-Sylko spoke sternly, "You ought not to refer to your masters by their premier names. You must call them 'Master Mollari' and Master...I'm sorry, I don't know the family name of your other Master."
"Cotto," G'Kar replied, "I apologize, Mr. Sylko, for my lack of decorum regarding my two companions...but you know, there are places in this Universe where Narns are permitted to rule themselves. Whenever we find ourselves in this fortunate position, we vow never again to refer to any Centauri as Master."
"I'm sorry, G'Kar, I cannot agree with you," Spot-Sylko countered, "I heard you calling the Prime Minister Master Mollari when you entered the Sylko home,as well you should. And you should never refer to me as 'Mr. Sylko'. I am only ever called 'Spot'. I see I have much to teach you...if you are staying on as a worker, that is."
"No, I'm not," G'Kar told him, "But I may have a proposal for you later on...oh, schrock! Can I please call you something other than 'Spot'? It makes you sound like one of those canine creatures the Humans use as pets."
"You wish to call me 'Schrock' G'Kar? And what are...H'yoomuns?"
"They look like the Centauris, but they're kinder and generally more respectful of peoples' freedom...at least, nowadays. And no...I don't want to call you Schrock...that is a Narnish swear word. I would like to call you...G'Quarn, for you remind me of my father."
"I am honored," Spot-turned-G'Quarn answered, "And did I hear you say that your parents served in a Centauri household before you...became liberated?"
"You hear very well for an old one, G'Quarn," G'Kar told him, "Yes, my father was a servant in a Centauri household on Narn. He spilled hot jhalla on the Mistress by mistake and was killed for it. Eventually, we pushed the Centauris off our world...we taught them that they could no longer kick us into the ground and treat us like animals."
G'Quarn stared at G'Kar, as though he were unsure as to whether he ought to be listening to this rebellious upstart who had just changed his name for him.
"Don't let the Masters hear you calling me 'G'Quarn'," he warned, his voice lowered, "They would be most offended that I had so casually cast off my traditional name for a savage one...but I do not say this to dishonor your father, G'Kar. I am sure that he was a good and loyal servant...as you should have been."
They were interrupted by Troja, who had brought in a jug of hot tea for them.
"And just what is this rogue telling you, Spot?" she asked him, setting the jug on the floor beside the two Narns.
"Excuse me, Mistress Sylko, but do you have any cups we can drink out of?" G'Kar asked.
"G'Kar!" G'Quarn/Spot scolded him, "How dare you ask for cups? We take turns drinking from the jug, of course."
"I would like to use a cup," G'Kar said softly, looking up at the Centauri matron in a child-like manner.
"Well!" Troja exclaimed, "I have never heard such rudeness from a Narn before in my entire life. I think you need to teach this one some true manners, Spot. And as for you, G'Kar—asking for a cup! Shame on you."
"Is everything all right, my dear lady?" Mollari asked, entering the room somewhat anxiously, "I do hope my Narn companion is not being too annoying?"
"Yes, Master Mollari, I have been. I asked the dear lady for a cup—and, as I have been told, shame on me for being so intolerably rude."
"Well, perhaps it is time for us to be leaving, anyways," Mollari replied, "We do not wish to overstay our welcome, do we, G'Kar?"
G'Kar stood up. He stared at Mollari intently for a moment.
"What about the Narns on this farm?" he asked finally, "Are we to simply leave them here, in this state of servitude...or perhaps I should call it for what it is...slavery!"
"G'Kar!" Mollari growled, "You know we cannot just take these peoples' property. We have laws on Centauri Prime!"
"Oh, laws," G'Kar replied sardonically, "Well, I wouldn't know what those were anyways—being the Narn savage that I am and not a civilized Centauri, I had always understood that persons were not property. Silly old me!"
"We can only bring with us those Narns that were taken recently, from the second occupation," Mollari explained, "Varnas has assured me that all of his Narns are from the first."
"I would like to personally inspect their conditions—whether they are from the second or the first occupation is irrelevant to me."
"Why...who do you think you are, you barbarian?" Troja asked angrily, "Telling the Prime Minister that you would like to inspect our Narn and Nenta workers! Prime Minister Mollari, are you not going to punish your servant?"
"No, Madam Troja, I am not," Mollari finally conceded, "He is not my servant, as I told you before. He has been re-established in his position as the Narn Ambassador since his home-world has been liberated, and he is a very important person...a great writer of holy books and declarations of moral principles. He has earned my respect, and he has generously agreed to act as my bodyguard while I am here on Centauri Prime. I feel that I owe him a favor in return. I promised that we would tour the farms to see if there were any Narns on them—from the second occupation only—yes, G'Kar?"
G'Kar's eyes narrowed. The idea of leaving any members of the Narn race on Centauri Prime did not sit well with him. If he became too demanding, however, he knew that no Narns would receive their freedom.
He nodded slowly, and Mollari ordered Varnas Sylko to take them to where the Narn servants and workers were staying. Varnas looked at his wife in a worried fashion, but did as he was told. It was, after all, the Prime Minister of Centauri Prime who was giving the order.
Sylko took them up a path and through a wooded area. They were obliged to hike a fair distance in order to reach the workers' camp. G'Kar found the walk to be exceptionally pleasant. He could not remember a time when he had walked through a place with so many beautiful green-leafed trees. Some of the trees had silver bark, while others had blue leaves. A bevy of pink, long-tailed birds darted about in the branches, singing songs and chirping to each other. It was indeed strange to behold such pristine conditions amidst a place of toil and strife. As they moved further along the path, G'Kar noticed a long, yellow-furred creature winding its way through the vegetation.
"What is that?" G'Kar asked Varnas.
"It's a Wexl," Varnas replied, having reluctantly accepted the fact that this particular Narn occupied a higher social position than he did, "They can be bothersome. They often attack and eat our captive fowl. We can't set traps for them because the last Emperor, Turhan, put them on our list of protected species. They are so numerous now that they no longer need to be protected, but no one ever took them off the list; and so we are stuck with putting up with the vermin."
"They are most beautiful," G'Kar mused, "I must admit that you are living on an astounding world, Mr. Sylko...and when I say that, I mean the natural world, not the political landscape."
"G'Kar has never in his life seen such beauty," Mollari explained, "His home-world was decimated and stripped of much of its natural resources. We, however, are fortunate that the old Emperor Turhan was a lover of nature. He took bold steps to protect the natural resources of Centauri Prime."
G'Kar made no retort to Mollari's comment, but he thought it ironic that such fabulous gifts of life could be referred to as "resources". He supposed, though, if he were honest with himself, that he had to admit that Narns had taken on this same way of thinking after the Centauris had left their world the first time. Narns used to be wise caretakers of their world, but after they had been enslaved for over a hundred years by the Centauri, they had become like their conquerors in the manner in which they thought and behaved.
The Centauri peasant made his way over to a group of long bunk houses similar to the ones that used to be set up on Narn when G'Kar was a pouchling, and then again a couple of years ago when the Narn home-world was re-captured for over a year.
When they arrived at the houses, there were few Narns there.
"They are all out in the fields," Varnas explained, "It is planting season, you see."
A woman in a very basic grey robe was sweeping the porch of one of the bunk-rooms. When G'Kar looked at her, he did a double take. She appeared at first to be a Narn, complete with spots on her head and a Narnish facial appearance. But when he looked more closely, he noticed that her head was much smaller than that of most Narns. It was shaped more like that of a Centauri, or a Human. To his shock, she was wearing a long tail of hair at the back of her mostly bald head. Was she a Narn or a Centauri? Or...both?