"And experts have yet to determine just what caused the Edenberry plant to
become carnivorous, or if other planets which use the plant are in danger, but
today the planet Minerva 2 is considered under quarentined and off limits to
all cinvilians. The death toll for the entire colony is now estimated to be in
the thousands, but the remaining colonists have alll been evacuated. In other
news,"
The ISN feed was largely ignored by the survivors of Minerva 2 as they shuffled
about the packed deck of the evacuation ship, searching for loved ones who may
have also escaped the disaster.
Sitting away from everyone else, staring down at the planet as it moved further
and further away, was a young minbari male. He had had the greatest difficulty
explaining to the rescue team who'd found him and Dr. Carter, how exactly he'd
been shot. He had been inclined to tell them the truth, but Pris had just told
them the bare bones version, someone had lost it and attacked them
It was the truth, he supposed, if not the whole truth, and the medics were more
interested in treating his wound. They didn't even bother to ask why half the
mountain had been blown away. Their only interest had been if there were any
other survivors, which there hadn't.
Lennier and Carter had been treated for their various injuries and were now on
the ship on its way to the next nearest outpost to be processed.
He was very tired, but could not sleep, for there was too much to go over with
in his mind. Too much had happened too uickly and he found he was overwelmed by
it all, and he would have to figure it all out without Delenn's aid. He didn't
feel afraid of this prospect, instead it was a wonderful feeling.
Pris sat down next to him and yanked him out of his musings by waving a cracker
in his face, "you hungry?"
"No," he said quietly.
"Yes you are," she said with determination and pressed the cracker into his
hand, "eat."
He chuckled softly and did as he was ordered. They sat in silence for a long
time, staring out into space, until finally she spoke, "I miss them."
"Hm?"
"Foster and Kendle," she said looking down, "they were good friends, and I will
so miss them." She fought the tears that welled up in her eyes, but a few
escaped. His heart felt heavy, he'd liked them too, and he said a silent prayer
as he wrapped his arm about her shoulders and hugged her.
Several more minutes passed before she spoke again, "Lennier, about your past-"
"Pris."
"No let me finish," she said, "I realize there are things you'd rather not
share. There are things I'd rather leave behind myself. I think I would prefer
it if we knew eachother from when we met on. There's no need to rake up the
past."
He smiled, grateful that he didn't have to tell her everything. Yes, he would
rather leave it behind and start fresh. He didn't know what the future held in
store for them, but he also knew he no longer had to face it alone.
"Where do we go from here?" she asked.
He shrugged, "I don't know, I had not made any plans. Do you?"
She smiled, "Oh I have a few ideas."
become carnivorous, or if other planets which use the plant are in danger, but
today the planet Minerva 2 is considered under quarentined and off limits to
all cinvilians. The death toll for the entire colony is now estimated to be in
the thousands, but the remaining colonists have alll been evacuated. In other
news,"
The ISN feed was largely ignored by the survivors of Minerva 2 as they shuffled
about the packed deck of the evacuation ship, searching for loved ones who may
have also escaped the disaster.
Sitting away from everyone else, staring down at the planet as it moved further
and further away, was a young minbari male. He had had the greatest difficulty
explaining to the rescue team who'd found him and Dr. Carter, how exactly he'd
been shot. He had been inclined to tell them the truth, but Pris had just told
them the bare bones version, someone had lost it and attacked them
It was the truth, he supposed, if not the whole truth, and the medics were more
interested in treating his wound. They didn't even bother to ask why half the
mountain had been blown away. Their only interest had been if there were any
other survivors, which there hadn't.
Lennier and Carter had been treated for their various injuries and were now on
the ship on its way to the next nearest outpost to be processed.
He was very tired, but could not sleep, for there was too much to go over with
in his mind. Too much had happened too uickly and he found he was overwelmed by
it all, and he would have to figure it all out without Delenn's aid. He didn't
feel afraid of this prospect, instead it was a wonderful feeling.
Pris sat down next to him and yanked him out of his musings by waving a cracker
in his face, "you hungry?"
"No," he said quietly.
"Yes you are," she said with determination and pressed the cracker into his
hand, "eat."
He chuckled softly and did as he was ordered. They sat in silence for a long
time, staring out into space, until finally she spoke, "I miss them."
"Hm?"
"Foster and Kendle," she said looking down, "they were good friends, and I will
so miss them." She fought the tears that welled up in her eyes, but a few
escaped. His heart felt heavy, he'd liked them too, and he said a silent prayer
as he wrapped his arm about her shoulders and hugged her.
Several more minutes passed before she spoke again, "Lennier, about your past-"
"Pris."
"No let me finish," she said, "I realize there are things you'd rather not
share. There are things I'd rather leave behind myself. I think I would prefer
it if we knew eachother from when we met on. There's no need to rake up the
past."
He smiled, grateful that he didn't have to tell her everything. Yes, he would
rather leave it behind and start fresh. He didn't know what the future held in
store for them, but he also knew he no longer had to face it alone.
"Where do we go from here?" she asked.
He shrugged, "I don't know, I had not made any plans. Do you?"
She smiled, "Oh I have a few ideas."