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CHAPTER SIX
"Lunch was beautiful," Delenn commented as they walked down the corridors.
Sheridan nodded as he nodded at a technician. "Yes, it put a lot of questions at rest," he agreed quietly. "As well as the political situations going on up at the conference room. One day the League of Non-Aligned Worlds is going to fall, and then what?"
"We build amoung the ruins," she replied wisely.
He patted her hand. She was incredibly wise in a way and that made her shine bright enough to go up with Ivanova, who shone in a different way, but nonetheless the two females shone. He relied on his executive officer for anything tactical and related to the physical problems they faced while on the other hand, he relied on Delenn for her wise inward sights.
"Yes," he replied. "yes, we do."
The conference room was down at the end. He could already hear the ambassadors yelling at each other. That wasn't conferencing; it was a shouting contest. He sighed heavily at the voices; minutes later, he was going to be amoung the voices yelling like crazy for silence.
He turned back to the ambassador. "Well, this is it."
"I will see you later, Captain." She smiled kindly, nodded and twirled her way. Her dress moved and ruffled slightly with the dress and before long, she was clipping her way through the chaos soothingly, smooth, calm like rain.
One of the days, Sheridan thought to himself, you are going to get in trouble for that. He shook his head and straightened his navy blue uniform and headed towards the conference room. He shook his head as the voices got louder and louder. It was going to be a long afternoon.
"Mr. Gavis," Corwin said from his consol up facing the window, "are you picking up something off the station, five thousand clicks off out starport bow?" He had picked up something previously, but had decided against it. By an acknowledged nod, the latter was true; something was up.
"Allen," Corwin called. No reply. "Zack!"
Still no reply. Now what was Mr. Allen up to? He wasn't in the Ministry of Peace conference again, was he? He needed him here on C&C right now, dealing with this type of mess. He shook his head and strode over to the warrent officer's area, whom was busy looking at the viewscreen. News. ISN.
"---and President Clack has called all ships to be called back to Earth."
Allen shook his head, aware of Corwin's air of presence. "I think the President's going nuts," he said, not turning yet. "Something weird's going on. He calls back military ships back to Earth for another transfer of position. What the hell is this all about? War? Who's invading who?" He shook his head. "Where is the galaxy turning these days?"
"Yes, something weird is definitely going on," Corwin agreed hardly, staring at Allen. "Zack, we're picking up some unusual sensor readings five thousand clicks off the starport bow and here you are listening to the news?" He looked at him, turning his chair around and shutting off ISN. "Zack! I need you alert and ready!"
"Aye, sir!"
Corwin nodded. "Now I want you to identify that thing that's outside the station," he ordered. "Located, Identified. Is that so much to---"
"Lt. Corwin! I'm picking up a surge from the object!"
"Put the maintence camera on-line," Corwin ordered and turned to the nearest viewscreen. One weird spike in space, silver hull and very sleek..."Hak'Vir," he realized in identification. "What are they doing? And what on Earth is that thing?" He watched as something at the forward powered up. "Isn't that the probe we picked up from the jump point?"
"Ensign! Get deflectors up---now!"
Boom! Too late! The station shuddered as Zack crashed from his chair and onto the rung floor. He was sliding. Corwin's abdomen slammed the rails as his hands reached out to grasp onto the rails. He pulled himself up, the vibrations making his eyes tremble. "Report!"
The ensign he was referring to a while ago tried to check out her consols and monitors when an electric shock was released. He spiked her and they heard a scream and down the ensign went. Allen dashed to his feet and staggered to the fallen ensign. He looked at Crowin, whom reached for his link and said, "Medlab."
Static. He looked back at Allen, who toggled his. "Allen to Medlab."
Static. "What on earth did that thing do to our computer systems?" he demanded, as he walked over to the Observation window. Allen left the ensign to a lieutenant and walked over to Corwin's side and looked out. Corwin continued. "We lost contact with the entire station, great. Now I know how the commander feels at this position."
"Haw, haw, haw!" Laughter.
Actually, their head leader, or so to say, Min'sk, a human of a strange name was laughing louder than the others. Oh well. They were drunk of course. How else could explain the stale beer and the nasty other fumes that contrasted with the beer and sweat that made Marcus scowl from underneath his covers. He was carrying an unconcsious Ivanova and at the other side of her blessedly silent body was Max, supporting her.
Slam! Max, why did he have to do that? Marcus turned in alarm. The towering trio looked down at the dwarfed Max, who smiled nervously at the six piercing eyes that glared down at him. "Um," Max gulped, "hi...sorry...um, we have to...um, go, c'mon dear fellow...before you...wife, gets into a...coma or...a cardiac arrest."
His supposedly-persecutors frowned and so did Marcus. "You idiot!" he spat. "A cardiac arrest and a coma is two different things!" Max smiled grimly at the Ranger. "Hello, but these guys don't know that," he said sarcastically. "You must be a medic in spending time with that Dr. Franklin. Now let's get Susan out of here."
A grubby hand stopped Max. "Susan? As in Susan Ivanova?" their leader, Min'sk inquired sharply, exhaling a gas of stale beer and something Max didn't want to venture yet. He quietly drew his breath in. "Ivanova, the Number Two on the station? She's not married! And you!" He pointed to Marcus' hooded figure, "You're not married! You're a Ranger!" He turned to his other companions. "Kewt, Tigger, check who's under that brown sack."
Uh-oh, Marcus thought as he was pushed back, Susan isn't gonna like this.
A hand grabbed the unconcsious body and another hand pulled her hood back. A sooty, wounded form of Ivanova's face. They lighted her face in the light and Min'sk nodded, wasn't Minsk a place?, before grabbing Max violently. Suddenly, Ivanova's eyes flashed open and threw a resounding punch at Tigger's dirty jaw.
Marcus broke formation and reached in and activated his pike. With experience and swiftness, he caught Kewt at the end of his chin, then at the belly and caught him off balance before he could catch a fighting stance. The advantages were on their side; they were obviously drunk. He turned to see that Ivanova successfully caught the man down and was now on the floor and watching stars. He tipped his head and she smiled.
"Um...hate to break your victory celebration, but help!"
They turned to see Max with a dagger pressed dangerously close to his neck. Marcus had his pike ready to beat the stuffings out of Min'sk and Ivanova had her pistol aimed at Min'sk. The big doofus gruffawed. "If you kill me," he gruffed, "you'll find your friend dead along with me."
Max smiled cheesily. "Hey, I'd take up the offer."
"Min'sk," Ivanova clipped coolly, avoiding all possibilities and her voice strangely at ease. Marcus only prayed that she was doing the right thing as he gripped his pike anxiously and tightly. "C'mon, man, you're a man. You don't have to do this. Drop the dagger and we can do this the easy way."
"And the hard way?"
She narrowed her eyes conspiciously. "Well, my friend and I can beat the crap out of you if you kill our other friend," she growled in reply, all the cool and easiness gone and was replaced by a fuming volcano ready to sprout. Marcus was ready as he formed a stance as they parted way, circling him. "And then, without trial, we'll just throw you out of the airlock...head first."
Min'sk laughed. "Captain Sheridan won't let you," he sneered. "You have a policy, a regulation to follow, Earthforcer. You can't just throw us out the airlock. The detah penalty's only for treason or mutiny...or both. Haw, haw, haw!" He continued to laugh that mingled the cold dagger on Max's throat was well.
She laughed along with him and so did Marcus. "You know," Marcus said, "they could brainwash you for this." Min'sk turned dead white when he saw that the ranger's eyes wasn't kidding. Ivanova, in her eyes, were amused, and Marcus could see that. "We also have an airlock policy," she added grimly. "Your choice, Min'sk."
"I want the box, dammit! Just give me the damned box!"
Ivanova's face went taunt melodramatically. 'Um, he dosen't have it," she said softly and evenly. Max's face went white as so did Marcus as well as Min'sk. Then where's the bloody box? Marcus wanted to know. The box that Max's journey was all worth for?
"Then who has it!" the gangster roared.
Ivanova reached into her inside pocket...and revealed a narrow box. She waved it at his face. "Is this it?" she taunted.
The gangster growled, dropped Max who landed on the ground with a clunk, as he dashed to reach the box and body slam tthe commander. She was braced and ready for impact. Marcus, obviously would not allow that, instinctively waited till he was behind the big mongrol before slamming his pike on the gangster's head. He dropped on the floor, inches away from Ivanova and the box. "You okay?" he asked immediately.
She nodded. "Yeah, I think so. Thanks, Marcus," she thanked in a quiver.
Max got to his feet, rubbing his rear. "Ow," he complained. "He dropped me like a piece of metal." He frowned and winced in pain. His eyes turned round at the sight of his box. "How did you---?"
Ivanova smiled despite her injuries. "Trade secret," she said. "Got it off Marcus." Before the ranger could protest, she added, "Look, we've had a long day. Let's just all go back to our quarters and have anice hot bath and meet at... let's say the eclipse for dinner?"
"That can work," Max said as he winced again.
"Will do nicely," Marcus smiled.
Ivanova smirked at him. "You're paying," she added to him and silently was amsued when his face turned coloured. She smiled and pointed out gently, "You owe me, remember?" He frowned at first before nodding. "Just as long as it dosen't cost me my own pants as well," he conditioned.
Max clasped his shoulder. "Don't worry," he replied. "Just the bar."
"Max!"
But his voice was drowned by a sudden shake of the entire station.
"This is nuts," Allen commented. "But I must never question my commanding officer." He was busy sending signals using a cooled-out consol on the Observation Deck. Corwin smiled from behind; he was in charge, right? Being Number Three wasn't so bad after all; if it meant giving Allen the dark days.
"Is it ready, Zack?"
"Yes, it is," he replied. "At your disposal." He gestured at tthe box. "Just tell me you're going to stop these nut balls from destroying the entire station." Corwin nodded before hailing their Starfuries, whom were busy out on patrol for the last morning of so.
"Corwin to Starfuries," he called. "I want you to intercept the Hak'Vir ship off our starport bow. Intercept and hail under peaceful relations. If they do not reply accordingly, cripple the ship." He paused before adding,"But don't destroy it or you're destroy us!"
"Roger that, Babylon Control," came the reply from the wing leader.
Corwin nodded and clasped his hands behind his back and looked out at the stars. Beside him, Zack awed. Obviously he wasn't on C&C for a long time before. "You know," Zack said softly, "When I first was making a resume to have this job, I was wondering how it would be like to enforce the law in space. Space was said to be the "New Frontier" or the "third age of man!" but, being here for this long makes space also be a cold, uninviting place as well."
The lieutenant nodded. "I agree," he replied softly. "So, you okay on this?"
Zack shrugged and managed a smile. "Hey," he said jokingly, "you're the boss; right now, that is. Cmdr. Ivanova's on this cargo situation and Capt. Sheridan's trying to keep the League of Non-Aligned Worlds together. The the Chief? I hope he's okay out there."
"He's the chief security officer," Corwin countered. "He can take care of himself. Otherwise Cmdr. Sinclair would have never put him in command in the first place. Even Capt. Sheridan learned to accept him. If he couldn't preform the job, he would have never been accepted before."
"Hell, I hope so."
"Get back! You're not yet done! What the hell---I gave you an order!" Why were the Hak'Vir so stubborn? Garibaldi couldn't even give them a direct order. He rubbed his temples were a mighty huge headache was exploding. His men were crowding in, making sure that the Hak'Vir would not get out of interrogation. But they were stubborn and were pushing through to be released.
But his officers were stronger and they pushed the Hak'Vir to the wall as they checked for any weapons. Garibaldi stepped up to their supposedly leader, Counselor M'kat. "Okay, what did you do?" Garibaldi asked him. "You violated station laws. You set off some gas bomb in the other conference room, causing Cmdr. Ivanova, our resident Ranger Marcus and our IPX friend running after you. Then another bomb takes off and there you are with our---my unconcsious officers and carrying their weapons!"
"It was your commander that set off the bombs!"
"Don't blame this all on Ivanova, pal," Garibaldi warned. He turned to his other junior officer. "Anything?" he asked.
The officer frowned as if he was mad. "Anything?" he repeated. "More like everything!" He pointed to a heap of bombs, explosives, daggers, autoclips, stingers, pistols, rifles, gosh, what I want to know is how the hell they got to hide all this crap inside their cloaks without getting noticed!"
Garibaldi scowled at the Hak'Vir. Long and very large robes; goodness knows if their were as thin as a stick. He waved the two of his officers to pack up the weaponry abd place it under some field. He snickered; in all of his years on Babylon 5, he had never met a race who could sneak pass officials carrying everything a terrorist could ever need.
"Cooper, Melani," he ordered, "get these Hak'Vir into a holding cell and see they don't try anything stupid." His two officers nodded as they gestured two more to accompany them. Before they left, Garibaldi grabbed the counselor's arm. "You and I, pal, are going to have a talk. A very long talk."
He could've sworn the Hak'Vir squirmed.
Please R&R! ^^
CHAPTER SIX
"Lunch was beautiful," Delenn commented as they walked down the corridors.
Sheridan nodded as he nodded at a technician. "Yes, it put a lot of questions at rest," he agreed quietly. "As well as the political situations going on up at the conference room. One day the League of Non-Aligned Worlds is going to fall, and then what?"
"We build amoung the ruins," she replied wisely.
He patted her hand. She was incredibly wise in a way and that made her shine bright enough to go up with Ivanova, who shone in a different way, but nonetheless the two females shone. He relied on his executive officer for anything tactical and related to the physical problems they faced while on the other hand, he relied on Delenn for her wise inward sights.
"Yes," he replied. "yes, we do."
The conference room was down at the end. He could already hear the ambassadors yelling at each other. That wasn't conferencing; it was a shouting contest. He sighed heavily at the voices; minutes later, he was going to be amoung the voices yelling like crazy for silence.
He turned back to the ambassador. "Well, this is it."
"I will see you later, Captain." She smiled kindly, nodded and twirled her way. Her dress moved and ruffled slightly with the dress and before long, she was clipping her way through the chaos soothingly, smooth, calm like rain.
One of the days, Sheridan thought to himself, you are going to get in trouble for that. He shook his head and straightened his navy blue uniform and headed towards the conference room. He shook his head as the voices got louder and louder. It was going to be a long afternoon.
"Mr. Gavis," Corwin said from his consol up facing the window, "are you picking up something off the station, five thousand clicks off out starport bow?" He had picked up something previously, but had decided against it. By an acknowledged nod, the latter was true; something was up.
"Allen," Corwin called. No reply. "Zack!"
Still no reply. Now what was Mr. Allen up to? He wasn't in the Ministry of Peace conference again, was he? He needed him here on C&C right now, dealing with this type of mess. He shook his head and strode over to the warrent officer's area, whom was busy looking at the viewscreen. News. ISN.
"---and President Clack has called all ships to be called back to Earth."
Allen shook his head, aware of Corwin's air of presence. "I think the President's going nuts," he said, not turning yet. "Something weird's going on. He calls back military ships back to Earth for another transfer of position. What the hell is this all about? War? Who's invading who?" He shook his head. "Where is the galaxy turning these days?"
"Yes, something weird is definitely going on," Corwin agreed hardly, staring at Allen. "Zack, we're picking up some unusual sensor readings five thousand clicks off the starport bow and here you are listening to the news?" He looked at him, turning his chair around and shutting off ISN. "Zack! I need you alert and ready!"
"Aye, sir!"
Corwin nodded. "Now I want you to identify that thing that's outside the station," he ordered. "Located, Identified. Is that so much to---"
"Lt. Corwin! I'm picking up a surge from the object!"
"Put the maintence camera on-line," Corwin ordered and turned to the nearest viewscreen. One weird spike in space, silver hull and very sleek..."Hak'Vir," he realized in identification. "What are they doing? And what on Earth is that thing?" He watched as something at the forward powered up. "Isn't that the probe we picked up from the jump point?"
"Ensign! Get deflectors up---now!"
Boom! Too late! The station shuddered as Zack crashed from his chair and onto the rung floor. He was sliding. Corwin's abdomen slammed the rails as his hands reached out to grasp onto the rails. He pulled himself up, the vibrations making his eyes tremble. "Report!"
The ensign he was referring to a while ago tried to check out her consols and monitors when an electric shock was released. He spiked her and they heard a scream and down the ensign went. Allen dashed to his feet and staggered to the fallen ensign. He looked at Crowin, whom reached for his link and said, "Medlab."
Static. He looked back at Allen, who toggled his. "Allen to Medlab."
Static. "What on earth did that thing do to our computer systems?" he demanded, as he walked over to the Observation window. Allen left the ensign to a lieutenant and walked over to Corwin's side and looked out. Corwin continued. "We lost contact with the entire station, great. Now I know how the commander feels at this position."
"Haw, haw, haw!" Laughter.
Actually, their head leader, or so to say, Min'sk, a human of a strange name was laughing louder than the others. Oh well. They were drunk of course. How else could explain the stale beer and the nasty other fumes that contrasted with the beer and sweat that made Marcus scowl from underneath his covers. He was carrying an unconcsious Ivanova and at the other side of her blessedly silent body was Max, supporting her.
Slam! Max, why did he have to do that? Marcus turned in alarm. The towering trio looked down at the dwarfed Max, who smiled nervously at the six piercing eyes that glared down at him. "Um," Max gulped, "hi...sorry...um, we have to...um, go, c'mon dear fellow...before you...wife, gets into a...coma or...a cardiac arrest."
His supposedly-persecutors frowned and so did Marcus. "You idiot!" he spat. "A cardiac arrest and a coma is two different things!" Max smiled grimly at the Ranger. "Hello, but these guys don't know that," he said sarcastically. "You must be a medic in spending time with that Dr. Franklin. Now let's get Susan out of here."
A grubby hand stopped Max. "Susan? As in Susan Ivanova?" their leader, Min'sk inquired sharply, exhaling a gas of stale beer and something Max didn't want to venture yet. He quietly drew his breath in. "Ivanova, the Number Two on the station? She's not married! And you!" He pointed to Marcus' hooded figure, "You're not married! You're a Ranger!" He turned to his other companions. "Kewt, Tigger, check who's under that brown sack."
Uh-oh, Marcus thought as he was pushed back, Susan isn't gonna like this.
A hand grabbed the unconcsious body and another hand pulled her hood back. A sooty, wounded form of Ivanova's face. They lighted her face in the light and Min'sk nodded, wasn't Minsk a place?, before grabbing Max violently. Suddenly, Ivanova's eyes flashed open and threw a resounding punch at Tigger's dirty jaw.
Marcus broke formation and reached in and activated his pike. With experience and swiftness, he caught Kewt at the end of his chin, then at the belly and caught him off balance before he could catch a fighting stance. The advantages were on their side; they were obviously drunk. He turned to see that Ivanova successfully caught the man down and was now on the floor and watching stars. He tipped his head and she smiled.
"Um...hate to break your victory celebration, but help!"
They turned to see Max with a dagger pressed dangerously close to his neck. Marcus had his pike ready to beat the stuffings out of Min'sk and Ivanova had her pistol aimed at Min'sk. The big doofus gruffawed. "If you kill me," he gruffed, "you'll find your friend dead along with me."
Max smiled cheesily. "Hey, I'd take up the offer."
"Min'sk," Ivanova clipped coolly, avoiding all possibilities and her voice strangely at ease. Marcus only prayed that she was doing the right thing as he gripped his pike anxiously and tightly. "C'mon, man, you're a man. You don't have to do this. Drop the dagger and we can do this the easy way."
"And the hard way?"
She narrowed her eyes conspiciously. "Well, my friend and I can beat the crap out of you if you kill our other friend," she growled in reply, all the cool and easiness gone and was replaced by a fuming volcano ready to sprout. Marcus was ready as he formed a stance as they parted way, circling him. "And then, without trial, we'll just throw you out of the airlock...head first."
Min'sk laughed. "Captain Sheridan won't let you," he sneered. "You have a policy, a regulation to follow, Earthforcer. You can't just throw us out the airlock. The detah penalty's only for treason or mutiny...or both. Haw, haw, haw!" He continued to laugh that mingled the cold dagger on Max's throat was well.
She laughed along with him and so did Marcus. "You know," Marcus said, "they could brainwash you for this." Min'sk turned dead white when he saw that the ranger's eyes wasn't kidding. Ivanova, in her eyes, were amused, and Marcus could see that. "We also have an airlock policy," she added grimly. "Your choice, Min'sk."
"I want the box, dammit! Just give me the damned box!"
Ivanova's face went taunt melodramatically. 'Um, he dosen't have it," she said softly and evenly. Max's face went white as so did Marcus as well as Min'sk. Then where's the bloody box? Marcus wanted to know. The box that Max's journey was all worth for?
"Then who has it!" the gangster roared.
Ivanova reached into her inside pocket...and revealed a narrow box. She waved it at his face. "Is this it?" she taunted.
The gangster growled, dropped Max who landed on the ground with a clunk, as he dashed to reach the box and body slam tthe commander. She was braced and ready for impact. Marcus, obviously would not allow that, instinctively waited till he was behind the big mongrol before slamming his pike on the gangster's head. He dropped on the floor, inches away from Ivanova and the box. "You okay?" he asked immediately.
She nodded. "Yeah, I think so. Thanks, Marcus," she thanked in a quiver.
Max got to his feet, rubbing his rear. "Ow," he complained. "He dropped me like a piece of metal." He frowned and winced in pain. His eyes turned round at the sight of his box. "How did you---?"
Ivanova smiled despite her injuries. "Trade secret," she said. "Got it off Marcus." Before the ranger could protest, she added, "Look, we've had a long day. Let's just all go back to our quarters and have anice hot bath and meet at... let's say the eclipse for dinner?"
"That can work," Max said as he winced again.
"Will do nicely," Marcus smiled.
Ivanova smirked at him. "You're paying," she added to him and silently was amsued when his face turned coloured. She smiled and pointed out gently, "You owe me, remember?" He frowned at first before nodding. "Just as long as it dosen't cost me my own pants as well," he conditioned.
Max clasped his shoulder. "Don't worry," he replied. "Just the bar."
"Max!"
But his voice was drowned by a sudden shake of the entire station.
"This is nuts," Allen commented. "But I must never question my commanding officer." He was busy sending signals using a cooled-out consol on the Observation Deck. Corwin smiled from behind; he was in charge, right? Being Number Three wasn't so bad after all; if it meant giving Allen the dark days.
"Is it ready, Zack?"
"Yes, it is," he replied. "At your disposal." He gestured at tthe box. "Just tell me you're going to stop these nut balls from destroying the entire station." Corwin nodded before hailing their Starfuries, whom were busy out on patrol for the last morning of so.
"Corwin to Starfuries," he called. "I want you to intercept the Hak'Vir ship off our starport bow. Intercept and hail under peaceful relations. If they do not reply accordingly, cripple the ship." He paused before adding,"But don't destroy it or you're destroy us!"
"Roger that, Babylon Control," came the reply from the wing leader.
Corwin nodded and clasped his hands behind his back and looked out at the stars. Beside him, Zack awed. Obviously he wasn't on C&C for a long time before. "You know," Zack said softly, "When I first was making a resume to have this job, I was wondering how it would be like to enforce the law in space. Space was said to be the "New Frontier" or the "third age of man!" but, being here for this long makes space also be a cold, uninviting place as well."
The lieutenant nodded. "I agree," he replied softly. "So, you okay on this?"
Zack shrugged and managed a smile. "Hey," he said jokingly, "you're the boss; right now, that is. Cmdr. Ivanova's on this cargo situation and Capt. Sheridan's trying to keep the League of Non-Aligned Worlds together. The the Chief? I hope he's okay out there."
"He's the chief security officer," Corwin countered. "He can take care of himself. Otherwise Cmdr. Sinclair would have never put him in command in the first place. Even Capt. Sheridan learned to accept him. If he couldn't preform the job, he would have never been accepted before."
"Hell, I hope so."
"Get back! You're not yet done! What the hell---I gave you an order!" Why were the Hak'Vir so stubborn? Garibaldi couldn't even give them a direct order. He rubbed his temples were a mighty huge headache was exploding. His men were crowding in, making sure that the Hak'Vir would not get out of interrogation. But they were stubborn and were pushing through to be released.
But his officers were stronger and they pushed the Hak'Vir to the wall as they checked for any weapons. Garibaldi stepped up to their supposedly leader, Counselor M'kat. "Okay, what did you do?" Garibaldi asked him. "You violated station laws. You set off some gas bomb in the other conference room, causing Cmdr. Ivanova, our resident Ranger Marcus and our IPX friend running after you. Then another bomb takes off and there you are with our---my unconcsious officers and carrying their weapons!"
"It was your commander that set off the bombs!"
"Don't blame this all on Ivanova, pal," Garibaldi warned. He turned to his other junior officer. "Anything?" he asked.
The officer frowned as if he was mad. "Anything?" he repeated. "More like everything!" He pointed to a heap of bombs, explosives, daggers, autoclips, stingers, pistols, rifles, gosh, what I want to know is how the hell they got to hide all this crap inside their cloaks without getting noticed!"
Garibaldi scowled at the Hak'Vir. Long and very large robes; goodness knows if their were as thin as a stick. He waved the two of his officers to pack up the weaponry abd place it under some field. He snickered; in all of his years on Babylon 5, he had never met a race who could sneak pass officials carrying everything a terrorist could ever need.
"Cooper, Melani," he ordered, "get these Hak'Vir into a holding cell and see they don't try anything stupid." His two officers nodded as they gestured two more to accompany them. Before they left, Garibaldi grabbed the counselor's arm. "You and I, pal, are going to have a talk. A very long talk."
He could've sworn the Hak'Vir squirmed.
Please R&R! ^^