Lennier was lying in the bed assigned to him. He was sharing a tent with almost
twenty other men, not that he minded or anything. As both an acolyte and as a
ranger he'd had to share sleeping quarters with many other people. Dr. Foster
occupied the bed next to him, snoring lightly.
He lay flat on his back, wishing he could somehow incline the bed, but knowing
he was just going to have to get used to it. Casting his thoughts back on the
day, he thought it was strange that so much could happen so quickly. The
previous night, he'd been on an over-crowded transport, ready to die at any
minute. That morning, he'd been willing to spend the rest of his life in a
mine. Now, he had a job, which would use the things he'd learn as an acolyte.
Very strange. He was sure there was some deeper meaning to it all, but he no
longer had the will to explore it. So thinking, he fell asleep...
*****************************
Lennier found himself standing on the bridge of the WhiteStar, at his usual
post. Outside the ship were hundreds of other ships, seemingly from every race,
including Shadow and Vorlon ships. A planet lay beneath them, and he soon
realized that it was Coriana 6.
It was then that he noticed he was all alone.
He looked around him, panicked. There was absolutely no one around. He walked
over to the forward view port, and looked at the ships outside. They were
completely stationary, as was the planet. He stared at them, fascinated.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Lennier turned around at the familiar voice, and found
himself face to face with Marcus Cole. He didn't look as he did at the funeral,
indeed he looked as he always had in life. Lennier was so happy to see him, he was
speechless and just stood there gaping at his dead friend.
Marcus chuckled, "Hello Lennier, good to see you, how have you been?"
"A-ah um," Lennier stammered for a few moments while Marcus just stood there and
grinned at him. Finally he regained verbal control, "I am well, um, how are you?"
Marcus shook his head, "You're a terrible liar, you know that? If everything's so
wonderful, why are you on this God-forsaken rock?"
He couldn't answer, but stood there looking doubtful.
Marcus continued, suddenly very serious, "Why'd you do it, Lennier? Why did you try
to kill Sheridan?"
Lennier cast his eyes down, unable to look at his friend, "I think- I think I panicked.
I didn't think about it, I just did it." He squirmed under Marcus' scrutiny, feeling very
much like a young acolyte again.
The dead ranger's eyes bored into Lennier's soul, "Why?"
He tried to think of another answer, one that might satisfy him. "I don't know," he
finally said.
Marcus looked at him sadly, then he pulled out his pike and activated it. Lennier
became nervous, wondering if his friend would attack him. He held the pike vertically
and said, very quietly, "Wrong answer."
He slammed the pike down and Lennier was hit by a shock of pain. He fell back, writhing
in pain. Everything around him, the WhiteStar, the planet, everything, melted away. He
shut his eyes, trying to ignore the pain. Suddenly, it stopped.
Lennier opened his eyes, looked around, and was surprised to find himself in the Gray
Council chamber. He stood in the center, around him were nine pools of light, but there
was no one in them.
"Who are you?"
"What?" he spun round to face the Vorlon inquisitor, Sebastian. He circled Lennier,
like a predator does to its helpless prey.
He worded his question very slowly, "Who, are, you?"
"I am Lennier." Sebastian slammed his cane down and again Lennier was hit with a shock
of pain.
"Wrong answer." Sebastian stopped his circling, so he was facing Lennier, "Why." he
asked, "did you try to kill Sheridan?"
Lennier didn't answer, but stared at him. He continued, "Did you really think it was
your destiny to be with her? That by killing the great love of her life, she'd be yours?"
Still the Minbari didn't answer and Sebastian said, "You are a great fool," he said.
Then, he began to melt away and reshape into the form of Delenn, "A great fool," she said.
She was dressed in the robes of the Gray Council and was holding the staff which she
herself had broken. She said, "You dwell on what cannot be, and then in the past. You
threw your entire being into serving me, now you don't even know who you are."
She then raised the staff above his head, "Until you know, who you are, there can
be no redemption in your eyes." She brought the staff down.
**********************************
Lennier awoke with a gasp and sat up. He was back in the tent, in his bed, breathing
hard. He also noticed that Dr. Foster was awake and watching him.
"Sounded like a bad one," he whispered.
Lennier nodded. Was it just a dream, or was it more? He really couldn't say.
Foster poured a cup of water out of a pitcher next to his bed and handed it to
him. "During the war," he said, softly, "I was told that Minbari didn't dream," he
smiled, "I didn't believe it then, and now I have proof."
Lennier laughed quietly and gratefully accepted the water. "Thank you," he said,
handing back the glass.
Foster smiled, "Your welcome, and don't worry about inner demons, everyone here has
them. We all have things we'd rather forget." He then crawled back into bed and was
soon snoring again..
Lennier sat up for a few minutes, thinking about his dream. Rarely had he had such an
intense dream, or one so real. Perhaps, it was a message saying he couldn't go on like
this. But how should he go on?
He lay back and drifted off to sleep as the answer came to him..
"Find yourself."
twenty other men, not that he minded or anything. As both an acolyte and as a
ranger he'd had to share sleeping quarters with many other people. Dr. Foster
occupied the bed next to him, snoring lightly.
He lay flat on his back, wishing he could somehow incline the bed, but knowing
he was just going to have to get used to it. Casting his thoughts back on the
day, he thought it was strange that so much could happen so quickly. The
previous night, he'd been on an over-crowded transport, ready to die at any
minute. That morning, he'd been willing to spend the rest of his life in a
mine. Now, he had a job, which would use the things he'd learn as an acolyte.
Very strange. He was sure there was some deeper meaning to it all, but he no
longer had the will to explore it. So thinking, he fell asleep...
*****************************
Lennier found himself standing on the bridge of the WhiteStar, at his usual
post. Outside the ship were hundreds of other ships, seemingly from every race,
including Shadow and Vorlon ships. A planet lay beneath them, and he soon
realized that it was Coriana 6.
It was then that he noticed he was all alone.
He looked around him, panicked. There was absolutely no one around. He walked
over to the forward view port, and looked at the ships outside. They were
completely stationary, as was the planet. He stared at them, fascinated.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Lennier turned around at the familiar voice, and found
himself face to face with Marcus Cole. He didn't look as he did at the funeral,
indeed he looked as he always had in life. Lennier was so happy to see him, he was
speechless and just stood there gaping at his dead friend.
Marcus chuckled, "Hello Lennier, good to see you, how have you been?"
"A-ah um," Lennier stammered for a few moments while Marcus just stood there and
grinned at him. Finally he regained verbal control, "I am well, um, how are you?"
Marcus shook his head, "You're a terrible liar, you know that? If everything's so
wonderful, why are you on this God-forsaken rock?"
He couldn't answer, but stood there looking doubtful.
Marcus continued, suddenly very serious, "Why'd you do it, Lennier? Why did you try
to kill Sheridan?"
Lennier cast his eyes down, unable to look at his friend, "I think- I think I panicked.
I didn't think about it, I just did it." He squirmed under Marcus' scrutiny, feeling very
much like a young acolyte again.
The dead ranger's eyes bored into Lennier's soul, "Why?"
He tried to think of another answer, one that might satisfy him. "I don't know," he
finally said.
Marcus looked at him sadly, then he pulled out his pike and activated it. Lennier
became nervous, wondering if his friend would attack him. He held the pike vertically
and said, very quietly, "Wrong answer."
He slammed the pike down and Lennier was hit by a shock of pain. He fell back, writhing
in pain. Everything around him, the WhiteStar, the planet, everything, melted away. He
shut his eyes, trying to ignore the pain. Suddenly, it stopped.
Lennier opened his eyes, looked around, and was surprised to find himself in the Gray
Council chamber. He stood in the center, around him were nine pools of light, but there
was no one in them.
"Who are you?"
"What?" he spun round to face the Vorlon inquisitor, Sebastian. He circled Lennier,
like a predator does to its helpless prey.
He worded his question very slowly, "Who, are, you?"
"I am Lennier." Sebastian slammed his cane down and again Lennier was hit with a shock
of pain.
"Wrong answer." Sebastian stopped his circling, so he was facing Lennier, "Why." he
asked, "did you try to kill Sheridan?"
Lennier didn't answer, but stared at him. He continued, "Did you really think it was
your destiny to be with her? That by killing the great love of her life, she'd be yours?"
Still the Minbari didn't answer and Sebastian said, "You are a great fool," he said.
Then, he began to melt away and reshape into the form of Delenn, "A great fool," she said.
She was dressed in the robes of the Gray Council and was holding the staff which she
herself had broken. She said, "You dwell on what cannot be, and then in the past. You
threw your entire being into serving me, now you don't even know who you are."
She then raised the staff above his head, "Until you know, who you are, there can
be no redemption in your eyes." She brought the staff down.
**********************************
Lennier awoke with a gasp and sat up. He was back in the tent, in his bed, breathing
hard. He also noticed that Dr. Foster was awake and watching him.
"Sounded like a bad one," he whispered.
Lennier nodded. Was it just a dream, or was it more? He really couldn't say.
Foster poured a cup of water out of a pitcher next to his bed and handed it to
him. "During the war," he said, softly, "I was told that Minbari didn't dream," he
smiled, "I didn't believe it then, and now I have proof."
Lennier laughed quietly and gratefully accepted the water. "Thank you," he said,
handing back the glass.
Foster smiled, "Your welcome, and don't worry about inner demons, everyone here has
them. We all have things we'd rather forget." He then crawled back into bed and was
soon snoring again..
Lennier sat up for a few minutes, thinking about his dream. Rarely had he had such an
intense dream, or one so real. Perhaps, it was a message saying he couldn't go on like
this. But how should he go on?
He lay back and drifted off to sleep as the answer came to him..
"Find yourself."