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Bringers of Light

Prologue-

2246 AD - Epsilon Eridani III (Euphrates)

It was the beginning of the Earth-Minbari War, one of the bloodiest one sided slaughters in recorded history. And while in other regions of space the Humans were just now realizing that they now fought for their very survival, a small lifeless planet made its way through the stars. Totally ignored as considered worthless, great things were still occurring that would shake the foundations of the known galaxy even as most would never know when and where it had all originated from. As it had occurred time beyond time in an endless loop, the Great Machine quietly hummed in the depths of the planet. Varn, aging custodian to it knew his time was growing short. In less then fifteen years he would be replaced and at last be allowed his final rest. It had so long been denied him by the needs of the Vorlons and his wish to prevent a second Shadow War. As such, he was meticulously checking the calculations for what the successor he had yet to meet or choose was to perform: The sending of the great hope to the Minbari ages past.

Unfortunately time and the universe abhor both a vacuum and beings playing god with time. Deep down in the numbers that Varn was running through, millions past even what the computers in the Great Machine itself could calculate, a four changed to a seven.

Something as simple as that changed the course of history in ways that would leave the remaining First Ones stunned in its magnitude, and leave a mark upon the galaxy not seen since the original exodus to the Rim by those very First Ones. For each time in the loop that the machine had sent Babylon 4 back in time, a small shift occurred in the numbers. Imperceptible at first, in fact the station had been sent back several hundred million times already in the loop, but all the numbers did was slightly change the exact millisecond of its arrival. Or perhaps a centimeter or two off to one axis or the other. But this, this final number shift tore the carefully balanced system apart. Draal would never know, nor would the Vorlons and Valen/Sinclair, aboard the Babylon 4 notice, but the transfer was not done in a single 'slingshot' to the past, but one of several pushes back in time until it arrived as needed. It was why in years to come that Sector 14 as the humans called it was filled with space fracturing in insane degrees that would never disappear for all eternity.

As for that seven, not only would it warp the fabric of time and space, but even the Vorlons could not see that the Machine was capable of crossing universes. The effects would be profound. Varn had enough time to notice Babylon 4 'flicker' in its time bubble before everything changed forever.

0093 UC - Sol System, Earth Orbit

The view was almost tranquil in the extreme. From the moon, one could look 'down' and see Earth shining in the sky. But a shadow crossed over that view, shaped like a half-melted starfish, as it slowly spiraled in towards the helpless planet. Occasionally one could see bright flickers of light lances in all directions, followed by multiple silent spheres bulging out from nowhere. One couldn't hear what was occurring, not even with the radios trained on that area, for the final battle over the Axis asteroid was unfolding and all the tricks of the Minovsky age were at play. If one could look close enough, they could spot a stark white humanoid machine dart through space dueling against another, pure red in color. They were all but ignored by everyone else, for no one could keep up with them, and yet no one dared get close enough to make themselves a target either.

"Damn you Char! Is this a game to you? Earth doesn't need this now." Amuro let his hand flick the control stick briefly to one side and let loose with a triple burst from the Nu Gundam's beam rifle with enough force to have gouged a hole through a colony cylinder. His target merely spun to the left and side-stepped all three shots. Both suits danced around each other, each working their best to get into the angle for a kill. And when Char's mobile suit launched all six funnels, things became even wilder. And again it became even more crazed when his opponent let loose with his matching set of funnels like firing off a salvo of missiles.

"Humph, you should have realized it by now Amuro. Those left on the Earth are too corrupt to let evolution take its course. They grow weaker by the year and yet squeeze ever tighter with what they have left to hang on that much longer. This will finally set them in their place!" Char literally ducked his Sazabi under a blast from a funnel and replied with fire of his own, the shotgun like cone of beams peppering through the where the Nu had been, one second ago. Neither could land a hit on each other, no matter how hard they tried. The psyco-frames built into each suit were reading the brainwaves of the pilots to a nearly prescient degree, and with both pilots having just that ability as Newtypes made it that much more spectacular. They were each dodging six to seven beam cannons at the same time that would have reduced a lesser pilot in even the highest spec machine to mere floating debris hours ago, and yet they still fought on. By the time all their arsenals were being released at each other, anyone else in the battlezone that had even a minute to take a look and watch found that they wanted to be anywhere else but in the vicinity of those two.

Of course, others where fighting for their lives and not against something that could reasonably be considered a fair match. One of these, a Jegan MS, moved the wrong direction in dodging and drove chest first into a beam that vaporized it until all that remained was its head and left arm both floating away to become part of the debris cloud already well on its way to forming. In the distance the giant head of the Alpha Azieru mobile armor cooled after firing the beam. The young girl inside was swinging back and forth between sheer enjoyment of the 'toy' given to her, and mind numbing terror that there were pilot doing their best, if failing for the moment, to kill her. It didn't help matters either that one of the Londo Bell suits trailing behind her was piloted by someone she desperately did not want to face, even if she had fired at him to keep him away.

"Quess, what you doing? Why are you helping in this madness?" The young Hathaway could barely keep up with the girl, as his 'borrowed' Jegan wasn't even close to the capabilities that her monster mobile armor carried within. It was all he could do to keep her in sight, and with her firing wildly it had him right at the edge of his abilities. He wasn't sure how, but he knew that she was behaving erratically and wasn't acting like the girl he knew. Finally catching up again, only this time he reached her as her mood swung radically again. She was becoming quite annoyed with his tagging along, and this time she met it when the mega-beam cannon equipped armed turned to target him.

"Why can't you just leave me alone!" Quess had just enough time to start to squeeze down on the trigger when the universe went black around her.

2246 AD-

Everyone aboard the Agir'Nil, a Sharlin warship, staggered as Hyperspace around their ship warped and distorted. Just before the Alyt could order the ship reverse course, hyperspace flashed once and a vortex opened before them and pulled them into normal space. The ship had been patrolling the 'joint' where the Centauri/Minbari border was at the very edges of their territory. There shouldn't be anything out here larger then a few stray hydrogen atoms. Instead he found the ship floating serenely past a gas-giant of truly epic proportions, a reddish swirling hurricane larger then Minbar itself held station at its equator like some giant red eye or spot glaring into space.