If you've forgotten the bulk of the episode watch it again- then read this.
Some of these will run instead of the episodes storyline/s, others will be
more additional material. – Crazy Ranger
In loving memory of Richard Biggs, who died a few hours after this was originally posted.
I can be angry, I can be sad, I can scream and cry and it wont do any good... for today our world is diminished. A voice that is loud in many of our individual worlds is heard no more, and what is worse for no good reason.
The best thing we can do is keep watching, no matter the lump in our throat, the knot in our stomach, the tears in our eyes. If we stop watching because it is less painful, then his work was for nothing. As long as we view, and we are able to appreciate his craftsmanship, his dedication to his work, then he is forever captured as living on our screens, and in our hearts. The beauty of Television is that no matter how much time passes, there will always be a permanent reminder of a persons existence, and the impact their life made on the world. Only today can I truly appreciate the impact of this man.
To absent friends, in memory still bright.
Captain Ivanova rested her feel on the console. For once in it's existence, CNC was quiet. Just her luck, her last shift within these walls would be quiet and un-memorable. She looked out at the stars, knowing that in a little over six hours she'd be gone.
Her decision to leave was born of many factors. This place was hell of a job to run, and she didn't want to burn out on her first command. Second, things around here were changing so rapidly. She'd had to go from extreme dis-trust and hate of Garibaldi, back to liking him again. Sheridan and Delenn were married, Sheridan was the president( all but for the inauguration which was due to take place tomorrow). Susan wasn't sure if she could face this brave new age they were entering. She didn't want to see her friends fail. If it was going to happen- she'd rather be out there than right up close to their pain.
Then, there was Marcus. He'd been in med lad for just over a month, and was on the verge of Stephen kicking him out of the door. He'd been very slow coming back. She'd stuck close for the first week or so, when he still spent most of his time sleeping. As soon as he became more self aware he wasn't so easy to be around. Now that she was able to hold a conversation with him, they both ran out of things to say. At all costs she avoided mentioning what had happened. It'd just make things more awkward between them. More awkward? She hadn't visited in three days- she hadn't even told him she was going.
Maybe her headache would go if she got out of here. This headache was worrying her now. She had tried to think what the healing device could possibly have done to give her a constant throbbing between her temples. She had one theory, which she did not particularly wish to consider. If it was as she suspected, then she needed to get out of here before anything happened- or anyone found out.
She hadn't been here much in the last few months. She'd been fighting a war, so docking ships had not been her priority. Now as captain she hadn't spent that much time here either. Susan had been hip deep in bureaucracy. Lets face it, she thought. When God came up with the plan for this place he was being ambitious. She very much doubted God had her in mind for keeping this place going anyway. As her last scheduled shift in CNC, she wanted to be here.
The door to CNC slipped open and David Corwin walked in, hoping the message he had to convey to his C:O would not be too badly accepted. She had a terrible habit of shooting the messenger.
Susan glanced over her shoulder, then spun around in her chair on seeing who had entered.
"David, I told you to take the night off." She remarked in reasonably warm tones, as she sipped what may well be her last cup of coffee on the station. It was gorgeous, not too bitter, not too sweet, but plenty strong.
"Well um..." Corwin began slightly nervous. "I was, just overseeing the problem we were having with the communications grid."
He was holding something back. He wasn't happy with telling her- what the hell could possibly have gone wrong?
She sighed, "Lieutenant, why do I get the feeling you're trying to tell me something."
Corwin walked toward her and passed her a status report, before breaking the news. "We just picked a note from Earth force to you, regarding the change of command." David began, not wanting the wrath of his Captain to fall upon him. "Captain Lockley has been delayed by a bad jump-gate, the Acheron won't be jumping here until tomorrow at least."
He finished his sentence and awaited the repercussions...which when they didn't come after ten seconds- he wondered what was going on.
Ivanova sighed with extreme annoyance, but didn't yell, or scream or hit anyone. Maybe this was Gods way of making her reconsider, or at least giving her ample opportunity to say goodbye.
She forced a smile at David- who looked like he was scared for his life. "Okay, I'll have the Earth Alliance owe me another favour." She murmured before spinning her chair around to look back at the stars. Somewhere out there, there was a place where they'd never heard of Babylon 5- and right now she wished she were stranded there.
In loving memory of Richard Biggs, who died a few hours after this was originally posted.
I can be angry, I can be sad, I can scream and cry and it wont do any good... for today our world is diminished. A voice that is loud in many of our individual worlds is heard no more, and what is worse for no good reason.
The best thing we can do is keep watching, no matter the lump in our throat, the knot in our stomach, the tears in our eyes. If we stop watching because it is less painful, then his work was for nothing. As long as we view, and we are able to appreciate his craftsmanship, his dedication to his work, then he is forever captured as living on our screens, and in our hearts. The beauty of Television is that no matter how much time passes, there will always be a permanent reminder of a persons existence, and the impact their life made on the world. Only today can I truly appreciate the impact of this man.
To absent friends, in memory still bright.
Captain Ivanova rested her feel on the console. For once in it's existence, CNC was quiet. Just her luck, her last shift within these walls would be quiet and un-memorable. She looked out at the stars, knowing that in a little over six hours she'd be gone.
Her decision to leave was born of many factors. This place was hell of a job to run, and she didn't want to burn out on her first command. Second, things around here were changing so rapidly. She'd had to go from extreme dis-trust and hate of Garibaldi, back to liking him again. Sheridan and Delenn were married, Sheridan was the president( all but for the inauguration which was due to take place tomorrow). Susan wasn't sure if she could face this brave new age they were entering. She didn't want to see her friends fail. If it was going to happen- she'd rather be out there than right up close to their pain.
Then, there was Marcus. He'd been in med lad for just over a month, and was on the verge of Stephen kicking him out of the door. He'd been very slow coming back. She'd stuck close for the first week or so, when he still spent most of his time sleeping. As soon as he became more self aware he wasn't so easy to be around. Now that she was able to hold a conversation with him, they both ran out of things to say. At all costs she avoided mentioning what had happened. It'd just make things more awkward between them. More awkward? She hadn't visited in three days- she hadn't even told him she was going.
Maybe her headache would go if she got out of here. This headache was worrying her now. She had tried to think what the healing device could possibly have done to give her a constant throbbing between her temples. She had one theory, which she did not particularly wish to consider. If it was as she suspected, then she needed to get out of here before anything happened- or anyone found out.
She hadn't been here much in the last few months. She'd been fighting a war, so docking ships had not been her priority. Now as captain she hadn't spent that much time here either. Susan had been hip deep in bureaucracy. Lets face it, she thought. When God came up with the plan for this place he was being ambitious. She very much doubted God had her in mind for keeping this place going anyway. As her last scheduled shift in CNC, she wanted to be here.
The door to CNC slipped open and David Corwin walked in, hoping the message he had to convey to his C:O would not be too badly accepted. She had a terrible habit of shooting the messenger.
Susan glanced over her shoulder, then spun around in her chair on seeing who had entered.
"David, I told you to take the night off." She remarked in reasonably warm tones, as she sipped what may well be her last cup of coffee on the station. It was gorgeous, not too bitter, not too sweet, but plenty strong.
"Well um..." Corwin began slightly nervous. "I was, just overseeing the problem we were having with the communications grid."
He was holding something back. He wasn't happy with telling her- what the hell could possibly have gone wrong?
She sighed, "Lieutenant, why do I get the feeling you're trying to tell me something."
Corwin walked toward her and passed her a status report, before breaking the news. "We just picked a note from Earth force to you, regarding the change of command." David began, not wanting the wrath of his Captain to fall upon him. "Captain Lockley has been delayed by a bad jump-gate, the Acheron won't be jumping here until tomorrow at least."
He finished his sentence and awaited the repercussions...which when they didn't come after ten seconds- he wondered what was going on.
Ivanova sighed with extreme annoyance, but didn't yell, or scream or hit anyone. Maybe this was Gods way of making her reconsider, or at least giving her ample opportunity to say goodbye.
She forced a smile at David- who looked like he was scared for his life. "Okay, I'll have the Earth Alliance owe me another favour." She murmured before spinning her chair around to look back at the stars. Somewhere out there, there was a place where they'd never heard of Babylon 5- and right now she wished she were stranded there.