Sorry this took so long but hopefully now uni is done with forever I can get back to it. Thanks to LC and Tyr for their help and Skeet as always.
Chapter 2
"At least you know when you die, that's
more than most of us get. All most of us get is, "mind that bus,
what bus?" Splat."
Brakos
Brakiri
Alliance
League of Non Aligned Worlds
One week ago
The Brakiri council had met for the first time since their response to the Earth Alliance at their requests for aid. The Council members were in an uproar as the information coming from their highly paid agents in the Alliance had led them to find out just how the Alliance had been managing to do to the Minbari what no one had been able to do so in many years. Already numerous insults and threats had been thrown around by the representatives of the major corporations and more than a few at them from the less powerful companies. Accusations of cowardice and bribes were being tossed at each other continuously."
"ENOUGH." A powerful voice shook the room, the audio pick-ups of the chairman's dias had amplified his voice by several times to overpower the arguments that had been raging. "We are not common Drazi. Act like the corporate members you are claiming to be. The chair recognises the member for Im-Resha."
"Thank you. As I was saying before being interrupted, the state of affairs in the sector can not be allowed to continue. With the advances these newcomers have shown they could allow the Earth Alliance to corner the markets in technology. If they defeat the Minbari then what chance do the rest of us have against them?"
"We have seen their shielding in action, something much more powerful than ours and then there are their weapons systems; nuclear explosives a hundred times the power of any seen before and energy weapons capable of burning down a Minbari ship of the line."
A second member of the council shouted out, "They are not our enemies yet, but what if they demand that we make restitution to them what then?"
"We also know they do not wish to trade those parts of their technologies to the races of this part of the galaxy," the chairman said
"Why would they wish US to pay retribution? We have done nothing," a third said.
"That's the point," the first said. "We have done nothing; we promised to help them after what they did during the war with the Dilgar. All we've done is stepped away and let the Minbari try to wipe out the humans. The fact that the humans have started to put technology out that can stop the Minbari means that they now will have any upper hands in anything they have to do with the League."
"Councilman Hamrid, We had a thousand Minbari ships invade across the entirety of the League. We couldn't see them and we weren't expecting them. What else could we have done?" the third responded.
"The humans would not see it that way Mister Toprin. They will see it as nothing more than betrayal. Indeed we have betrayed them. They have defended us at every turn for fifteen years but we have turned our backs in their moment of need."
"So what do we do?" A forth Brakiri asked.
"We offer materials, munitions, weapons and defensive technologies as well as medical and food aid. If we're lucky we will be able to acquire some of the information the Earthers have been able to trade for from the newcomers."
"Are you insane?" the third asked. "If the Minbari find out we are assisting the humans with their war then we will become targets. Nothing is worth the risk we run by joined the Earthers."
"If we can trade for the information we need, we will not have to be afraid of the Minbari ever again. The human ships are inferior in technology to almost every race in this part of the Galaxy yet they destroyed the Dilgar and are now holding back the Minbari. No one has seen any race stand up to the numbers and the power of the Minbari, yet the human ships are starting to take out even the biggest Minbari ships one for one." Hamrid said.
"What do you suggest then?" A quiet voice from the centre stand asked the younger Brakiri.
"We send an envoy to the Humans; offer them anything they need and want and our offer to join the war with them. In exchange request the scanner updates to allow us to see the Minbari." Hamrid explained.
"Anything?" The Head of the Krona asked
"Yes Sir, including our shield technology."
The entire council session went into an uproar at the councilman's order, jeers from one side while shouts of agreement from the other. The shield technology was their most highly guarded secret, more powerful than the Centauri's gravimetric shielding. The Brakiri had used the gravitic shielding on every ship since they seceded from the Centauri Republic.
To give the information to another race was ludicrous; one as young and dangerous as the humans was folly. However if they were to assist and gain technologies from the Earthers then they would have to.
The council head banged his gavel to bring the meeting back under control, the members of the council finally sitting down. He looked at the young diplomat that had brought this request before the assembled Krona, he nodded his head and leaned back in his seat contemplating the plan.
"They may see this as nothing more than an attempt to steal their new technology from underneath them. They could and would be more than willing to turn us away or worse, fire on our ships and they would have every right to do so. They fear the Minbari and rightly so but still they fight, they may not wish for our help, but we have no other choice. If we wish to stay allied to the Earth Alliance and keep up with them technologically and financially then we must swallow our pride and our fear and offer our support." He continued
"Do you see this as successful then, councilman?" the head once again spoke.
"It may be successful, it may not but we have to try. The Earthers and their allies could push back the Minbari and any other race that oppose them. We could end up as allies and have them willing to help us. If we want their help then we should offer them our own. I will go myself to their homeworld and offer these terms.
"Will you be able to get through to their world?"
"I don't know but we can but try."
"What of the other races of the league?"
"The Drazi, the Vree and the Hyach are all sending their own representatives, each are going to request the same thing. However it seems that the Hyach will be ready to move their vessels into the Earth Alliance's space within hours of the Earthers agreeing to their help. Over one hundred of their spinal cruisers are ready to attack the Minbari supply lines as soon as they have a ship to allow them to see the Minbari. In addition the Markab have already sent half of their assault forces to the closest border to the Earth Alliance while more ships are moving on the Minbari border – almost two thousand ships."
"By the Gods, that is close to three quarters of all their ships!"
"Yes sir it is. They are awaiting Earther ships already dispatched with the new technologies."
"Then assemble our own ships, we will however not move them into Earth space until necessary."
"If they ask it, do we go to war with the Minbari?"
"The other races of the League are more than willing to send their ships into the jaws of the Minbari without thought. Their willingness to help the humans now that they will be able to stand up to them is like us motivated by what they can get from it. The Markab were always attempting to get the League involved in the war. As such when it comes to it, if the technology transfer is approved we will send as many ships as we can. If not then the humans will go it alone."
"What of the newcomers?"
"You will meet with them as well. Offer them the same deal for other technologies, if the other Earthers refuse to allow us access to them. They may be more willing to accept allies in this part of the Galaxy than the other Earthers would. However it does seem that there is little we can offer them."
"My ship will be leaving in two hours Sir. I beg the leave of the Krona to begin my journey to the Earther's homeworld."
"Your leave is granted my friends. Good luck councilman the future of the Brakiri and the League may rest with your voyage."
The Brakiri councilman left the Krona meeting hall heading for the consular ship. It was known that even the Narn would not fire on a ship with diplomatic immunity. However he did not notice the figure in the shadows watching his every move, with a gesture the figure sent a signal to the closest transmitter filtering it through to a hidden satellite and into deep space
USAF Prometheus
Achilles Rift
The Prometheus sat several thousand miles from the event horizon of the rift and one by one the ships of its task force transverse the hole and were taking up positions around the Earth ship. One of the larger prototype Free Jaffa ships had taken a serious jolt coming through the rift to an extent smoke had been seen from the hull of the vessel. Bringing their ship closer they were able to see a small fire cut as the atmosphere was shut off from the damaged area.
"Report Colonel?"
"The shields on all the ships held the majority of the rift's energy back. The Del Shakka Mel is reporting slight damage to their generators. They'll need to take them offline before they can repair them. Everything seems to be in order on all the other ships."
"How longs that gonna take?"
"At least a day."
"For cryin' out loud. Alright contact the rest of the ships. We hold tight for the 'Mel to finish repairs before continuing in."
"Aye Sir."
"Rest of the ships?"
"All ready to go General, all fighters armed and operational. Our missile bay three is reporting failure in the power systems to the reloading train. However it should be fixed within three hours or so."
"Pretty lucky that thing didn't fry us like it did those bigger ships."
"It does seem that the bigger the ship the worse the damage inflicted, the shields helped with our transfer as well. But after reading the reports on the Al'kesh we sent through first, I think cargo ships and fighters will be able to go through with minimal damage but it would be hazardous to the crews."
"That would explain why the Jaffa ship was damaged."
"Yes sir, its bigger size would have caused a bigger spike than usual."
"Any idea what cause the hole Carter?"
"No Sir. Must have been a hell of a bang to do something like that."
"We'll ask the Achilles when we see them I suppose."
"I'm not sure they would know Sir. Even with the Asgard sensors on our ships we can't seem to figure out just how the rift was formed."
"I bet it had something to do with Naquada."
"Sir?"
"Everything that goes wrong or ends up shifting us through dimensions or time or whatever has to do with that damned stuff. I bet it was some kind of Naquada explosion that did this."
"It's possible sir. The Asgard might know more."
"I'll bet. Send a communication through to Daniel tell him we've all come through and to send our reports through to the SGC. Then tell him to get his butt through, the Centauri and Minbari will be fine to come through. They will right?"
"According to the medics, yes Sir. Signal is off, receiving reply."
"Jack?"
"Daniel, time to come through."
"Jack, the Minbari Lenonn just went into a coma. The Jaffa healers don't know if they can save him as the sarcophagus has no effect on his physiology and, they don't want to risk another transfer across the rift."
"What the hell happened?"
"He must have been affected by whatever it was that injured the crew, it just took longer to get to him than the others. They don't know what it did or how to keep him alive. They really don't want to risk their patients, not considering how badly off the remaining are."
"Shit, Daniel it's safe to come through, whatever hit their ships won't do anything to your ship. If you can't get them to agree come across in an Al'kesh we'll have one of the other ships pick you up."
"I'll try Jack, they might not listen.
Within an hour a ship finally came through the rift, one Al'kesh bomber with a half dozen Jaffa and one human archaeologist.
Earth Station One
Earth
Orbit
The meeting between the Earth Alliance officials, the Achilles crew and the numerous alien races that made up the ambassadors of this part of the Galaxy had gone remarkably smoothly.
Only a small incident involving a live frog and a glass of Centauri Bravari in the hands of their ambassador had spoiled the atmosphere. Fortunately Londo's lethal allergy to the frog had been dealt with quickly. The conspicuous absence of Ambassador G'Kar of the Narn had led many to believe it was the Narn's doing.
More meetings had gone on with other diplomats of the League of Non Aligned worlds as well as a few that seemed to belong to a non Earth Alliance human planets, something that they had not been briefed on by the diplomats of the Alliance thoroughly annoying Paul Davis
As the night had wound down, many of the Ambassadors had begun to ask for meetings with the crew of the Achilles one on one, it was fortunate that Major Davis had such a capability when working with the diplomats of other worlds his time with the SGC working well for him.
Although Taylor could well see why he had requested shipboard duty even with his position with the Pentagon, a few hours and she was ready to commit homicide Xenocide? she thought wonderingly. How her XO had the patience and wherewithal to do his job was beyond her.
Colonel Taylor grinned at her helpless exec that despite a pleading look in her direction, strolled out the door before she could be jumped by any of the diplomats. Diving into one of the empty room to the side the Air Force office set down her drink and poured a cup of water from a dispenser to the side of the room.
Turning around Taylor was startled as she collided with another person; both hit the ground with a thud. Looking up she was a young man in his mid twenties on the floor opposite her, shaking his head he looked up at the Air Force officer.
"Oh my! I'm sorry I wasn't concentrating." He scrambled up and extended a hand to the redheaded woman in front of him, "Really I am sorry, I'm running sort of late for a meeting with well…" he smiled shyly.
Taylor accepted the hand up and brushed herself down, "No harm, no foul. As a matter of fact I'm running late for a meeting as well, someone from EarthForce Xeno-archaeology or something."
"Oh that's probably me; that is if you're Colonel Joanna Taylor," he said with a self-deprecating grin.
"Yes I am," she replied. "And you are?"
He looked surprised at that and smiled again, something she was beginning to realise might be a permanent fixture on his face.
"Oh I'm sorry. The name's Morden Doctor Robert Morden."
"So you are one of the scientists that are to be assigned to us?"
"Yes Ma'am." Morden replied. "EarthForce requested a Xeno Archaeologist/Biologist to be assigned to the Alliance team that will be working with your crew. I volunteered to join them."
"Why?" Taylor asked handing the younger man a drink, taking it thankfully he took a sip and put it down.
"To tell the truth Colonel I was intrigued," Morden said. "The arrival of humans from another part of the Galaxy was something I didn't quite think possible, but here you are with you ship and crew. Quite Amazing."
Another part of the Galaxy? Taylor mused. it seemed that the young scientist hadn't yet been informed about the true nature of the SGC warship. Something she will have to sort out in time.
"Anyway," he continued, "I decided I wanted to know about your people and how your technology seems to be so different to the rest of the known races. I mean it's like you're a conglomeration of both the relatively primitive and the highly advanced. Your technical base is unlike anything we've seen, the fact that you also have access to equipment that also seems much different to our own."
"So you're interested in us as well as the technology we have?"
"I'm much more interested in your crew and where you come from; let the technicians figure out the rest. What is the year on your planet? What kind of calendar do you use?"
"Basic twelve month calendar, the year is 2004."
"You mean that you know when you were taken from Earth, two thousand years or so is the third century AD. No one would have noticed the disappearance of so many people worldwide though, considering the apparent races and cultures that you all represent. This is amazing."
"Calm down doctor," Taylor said looking quite amused. "You will have time to talk to our people and read up on our basic information. You might be surprised at how closely our histories match."
"I am looking forward to it Colonel, I really am."
"So what can you tell us about your world Doctor."
"Robert, please."
"Joanna."
"Thank you, well I assume you know the basics of our world and the last few hundred years. The third world war, the formation of the Alliance and then EarthForce and of course the Centauri and the Interstellar wars we have been fighting."
"Just the basic run down at Durani Station. We were much too busy helping with the repairs and upgrades to both our ship and the fleet."
"Hmm, well in that case I'll start at the beginning…"
Main Engineering:
"That's the missile launcher pulled chief," one of the engineers said. "It'll take some work but it should be able to replace the destroyed one in the rear."
"Good work, Horowitz."
"Chief, if I may ask, why are we moving that launcher it was in perfect condition?"
"That's precisely why we are moving it. It works and can be reloaded. The loss of the rear launcher has put a hell of a blind spot in the ship's weapons and replacing it with one of the flank launchers was out best bet."
"So what are we going to do about this damn great hole in the starboard nacelle?"
"Ahh, that is something that we're having fun with."
"I know that look chief."
"I know you do Horowitz, that's the fun part of this job. I can look like this and you can't do anything except bitch and then do your job."
"Thank you so much for that Chief."
"When we were aboard Durani Station going over some upgrades and repairs to this old bucket and those hunks of steel the Alliance calls ships, we were trying to figure out a few weapons changes to our own loadout."
"Like those interceptor things?"
The chief sighed at yet another interruption from the peanut gallery and looked up at the second floor. A few of the other off duty engineers were sitting around watching the ongoing repairs aboard their ship. "Yes like those Interceptor things Harriman, we were trying to figure out what else we could use to increase out weapons the load. The problem is that their weapons are bulky and have too much recoil for this ship to handle without major bracing being attached to the hull."
"So what are we putting onboard?"
"If you shut up, I'll tell you."
"Sorry chief."
"Anyway, they were looking over the rail guns we had exchanged and let us have a look at their versions as well. Seems they've had them for years and have started to remove them from most of their ships. Bloody stupid thing to do considering their enemies as well. It seems that our rail guns are slightly better overall but their energy dumping equipment and miniaturisation are better than ours."
"Nice," one of the other off duty men said.
"Faster firing at a higher speed, they should be able to help upgrade our own weapons soon as well. Just have to hope we can recreate them when we get back as well, a dozen of these guns on a ship would shred a Ha'tak."
"What so we're putting a rail gun in that nacelle?" Horowitz asked.
"Not just a rail gun, a big arse rail gun capable of outdistancing and blowing more shit out of the enemy than our main rail guns can."
"That nacelle's ten times the size of the main rail guns."
"I know Harriman, why else do you think we're putting one in there. Gives us something to hit with if the big gun goes down."
"We won't be able to carry many rounds for that thing, not considering the damn rounds would be the equivalent of a sixty inch shell."
"Considering the fact we're stuck in a system until we get a small enough hyperdrive, built it's not a problem, those Centauri apparently have a few designs we might be able to trade tech for."
"Isn't the tech sharing kind of against the rules?"
"If the Colonel says we can then we can. I really want a look at some of their technology though especially those big arse cannons they have. Anyway, you're right. We won't be carrying more than a few dozen but we can adapt the missile reload systems pretty easily anyway."
"You're the chief, Chief."
"How good of you to notice Harriman. Now if you're not on duty bugger off or give someone a hand."
The top gantries emptied quickly none of the off duty staff wanting to annoy the chief during his second of the three shits he was pulling each day to get his ship back in some sort of order. Satisfied the chief turned back to his operations staff.
"Alright people, get that missile launcher installed. Horowitz get your second team together we're going to see about getting this damned rail gun installed as well. It's gonna be a long day."
"Got it, chief."
"Chief, Major Davis wants to talk to you."
"Thought he was still on the station."
"Not anymore, Boss."
"Alright tell him I'll be right up. I need a coffee."
"Yes Boss."
Before he could move anywhere the master alarm sounded off. The alert sirens indicated that the ship's reactors were starting to spike. An automatic shut down prevented anything from happening; however as the reactors shut down so did the ship's systems leaving them on minimum setting.
"What the hell? Horowitz, get a report on what's still on. Beta team suit up we're going into the reactors as soon as it's safe, Wilkinson get those alarms off."
"Boss, we have total shut down of primary and secondary reactors, all that's running is life support, artificial gravity, inertial dampeners and the ECM suite."
"ECM's working?" the chief asked.
"Yes sir, orders were to tie a Mark two reactor into it in case power was shut down."
"Who by?"
"The Colonel, chief."
"Alright Horowitz get everyone else to evacuate engineering and the adjacent decks and ready the ejection systems just in case."
"Yes Chief."
"I'll be with beta team; something isn't right here."
F302
Callsign 'Alpha One'
En
route to unknown signal
Spinning through space in the solar system was nothing new to Silverston. Even his new albeit temporary rank of Captain meant little to the born pilot. The fact that he was speeding at a very high speeds past hundreds of ships and structure being paced by twelve humans built star fighters several hundred years more advanced than his own however, was slightly disorienting.
His F-302 had launched from the lower bay of the Achilles and out into space the anti-fighter missiles replace with a single pair of ship killers. As he and his wingman had dropped from the hanger bay and into space a single Starfury had accosted them.
Startled he had only just managed to stop his guns going off by a reflex action. The fury had radioed an apology explaining he hadn't been ready for the 302's quick acceleration. Accepting the apology and waving to the pilot from his seat he had radioed back and boosted out into the system proper.
Awaiting them in lunar orbit had been twelve Starfuries of the Lunar garrison. Epsilon squadron was one of the local equivalents of the Coast Guard and National Guard combined. The commander had contacted Silverston with his compliments, the small group of fighters had set off on full burn towards the edge of the solar system.
It had only taken an hour or so for the fighters to make it to the system's edge, there they had started scans both from the 302s and the Furies. However the signal that had been picked up by the Achilles was strangely missing, the scans continued along the elliptical orbit that the Achilles had plotted.
"Alpha One to Achilles."
"Achilles responding."
"We've lost the contact Achilles please advise."
"Stand by Alpha One, full scale scan initiated."
The Achilles immensely powerful scans swept the system, the Goa'uld and Asgard based sensors watching for anything sign of the elusive target. Two scans passed until the warship got a positive signal.
"Alpha One we read a signal at 234 mark 88. Two hundred thousand kilometres from your position."
"We read Achilles, continuing probe."
The twin F-302s continued their patrol trying to find the unknown signal, seconds later it appeared on their scopes, transmitting the telemetry to the Starfuries the fourteen fighters turned onto an intercept course heading straight for the unknown signal.
Vorlon
Ship
Outer Solar System
The living ship had been scanning the entire system surreptitiously for several days. The intrusion into the local space by an unknown ship had piqued the curiosity of the Vorlons. As far as they knew no one but them had transplanted any form of life from the planet known as Earth.
The arrival of a warship, small but immensely powerful and crewed by what seemed to be humans was of interest to them. Their destruction of a number of the Minbari's warships had merely increased their interest and with the transfer of the newcomer ship to the Sol system the Vorlons had sent a single scout class ship to that system.
For now Kosh was more than willing to keep an eye on the system and the attempts of the humans to unravel a mystery that had caused even the Vorlons to find themselves stumped. The technology used by the newcomers could create a new type of order where two races were as powerful as each other and as such neither would be able to destroy the other.
If the humans found themselves starting to overpower their favoured children then the newcomer ship would be destroyed it was that simple. For Kosh this was a simple yet elegant solution to defeat their nemeses for yet another thousand years, if possible for all time.
Kosh watched as waited as the humans began yet another round of repairs and building in their system-wide shipyards, it's scans picking up every minute trace coming from the ships and stations of the Alliance.
One exception had been the damnedable jamming system that the newcomers had been running since it had arrived; causing the Vorlon scans to be completely ineffective something no race bar the Shadows had ever been able to do. A technology that would be of immense use to all sides if they could get to it. The humans had already begun their own versions of the jammers much to the Minbari's distress.
A small group of signals came up on the equivalent of a scanner screen on the Vorlon's ship. Perturbed, the ancient being brought up a picture on the screen. His scans recognised the cross winged shape of the Earther's primary fighter type, a powerful vessel by anyone's view, even a match for the majority of the other powers' own fighter designs.
The other two he had never seen before, a jagged winged black fighter of which no records seemed to exist. The Vorlon came to the conclusion that they were a new type of human fighter possibly belonging to the newcomers.
Engaging his thrusters the pilot moved away from the oncoming fighters and into a new orbit of the system. Satisfied, he settled down to watch over his scans. A thought/message/alert informed him that the humans were again heading for him, all fourteen on a direct vector for his ship. Moving again he found himself being followed, this time a message from the lead black craft came from the instruments.
"Unknown vessel, you are in restricted airspace, power down and surrender. You are surrounded."
Impudence was the thought from both the ship and the pilot at that demand. They were old and powerful, and no human could take on a Vorlon and win. Powering up his main engines the pilot started to move away from the swarm of fighters, as he did so a bolt of plasma energy pulsed past the ship.
"Unknown this is your last warning, surrender or we will open fire."
Ignoring the human, the Vorlon engaged his drive, finally becoming visible to the humans as a show of contempt for their actions. As he did so the ship screamed in pain as dozens of explosive shells peppered its backside like buckshot as the two USAF star fighters opened fire with their projectile weapons.
Unlike with the energy weapons of main races, the Vorlon's skin was much more vulnerable to projectile weapons. As few races used them and almost none could lock onto a Vorlon ship this was seen as a vulnerability that was next to useless to any enemy that they would encounter.
However now they found that a human ship could not only see them but hurt them as well, the holes in the Vorlon's hide sealed up almost instantaneously, the skin healing up. Turning in place the Vorlon ship charged at the human fighter its main cannon firing.
F302 Alpha One:
"Oh shit all units break."
The fourteen fighters of the patrol broke formation as the lightning cannon from the Vorlon scout ploughed through space narrowly missing the madly jinking human vessels. One unlucky pilot took a hit to his starboard thrusters shearing them off and sending him spinning into space.
The disabled fighter exploded as its fusion cells ruptured killing the pilot and buffeting the closest fighter. In response the EarthForce fighters began their own attack, hundreds of Plasma bolts rained down onto the Vorlon ship it's shielding and armour taking the powerful fighter's fire and shrugging it off.
The lightning gun came into play once more as the Vorlon returned fire towards the evasive fighters, the agility of the Starfuries allowed them to hold off the majority of the fire while trying to get their own hits in as many missing as the ship disappeared from their scans.
Meanwhile the two F-302s had begun their own attack run, having pulled away from the fight almost as soon as the first shots had been fired each was speeding directly at the Vorlon ship their modified sensors allowing a partial lock on the now sensor-stealthed vessel.
"Alpha One, Fox Two."
A single highly modified and Naquada enhanced ship killer missile left its rail and was sent screaming at the Vorlon ship. A bolt of energy came from the bioship and detonated the missile at close range. The explosion however did much more damage than the First One had thought possible as several kilotons of explosive force slammed into the hull of his vessel.
"Alpha One, Fox Two
"Alpha Two, Fox Two."
Two more of the missiles were launched concurrently with the first detonation. The Naquada blast had all but blinded the scans on all the vessels bar the USAF fighters. This allowed the two remaining missiles to hit the Vorlon ship directly, both slammed into the side of the ship at the same time blowing a fifty metre hole in the die of the ship over six meters deep.
"Damn that's some serious armour," Silverson said. He looked out the cockpit windows to see the Starfury pilots grasping at their helmets as if some kind of sound was causing them immense pain. "What the hell, Alpha Two you see that?"
"Roger that, the entire squadron is incapacitated."
"Epsilon Leader come in, Epsilon Leader Respond."
"Pain, it's screaming oh God it hurts," came the only response before the radio went dead.
"Shit, Alpha Two blow that thing out of the sky."
"Firing. Fox Two."
The last of their missiles had a solid lock on the Vorlon ship; its stealth down due to the damage it had taken. Target acquisition was more than successful as the missile ploughed into the Vorlon ship's hull.
Vorlon Ship:
Pain was all that the symbiosis of the two being could feel. Their stealth systems had been all but useless against these newcomers. The damage from their primitive weapons was excruciating. The loss of defences, weapons and even the self-repair ability of the ship had come from that one hit. All that remained were the communications and scanners. The hyperdrive engines, while active, were still charging from being shut down; however it would take only a few seconds to charge from its internal reactor. That was several seconds too long and it watched helpless as the last of the enemy missiles impacted INSIDE it's ship detonating its impossibly powerful warhead within the literal guts of the living ship. Both ship and pilot died as the ship shattered from the internal explosions of both the missile and its own systems.
For the first time in uncounted millennia a Vorlon died. It's death screams were heard throughout known space by telepaths, First Ones and it's own race. The life force of the being that would one day be known as Ambassador Kosh Ulkesh was extinguished forever.
