"Anla'shok?" asked the captain of the Whitestar 54. He had just come on the bridge, and had been surprised to see the cityscape of Yedor through the window. "I thought Entil'zha ordered that we take off and maintain a standard orbit around Minbar after she debarked?"
"Yes sir," replied the young ranger, "But there's been a problem with the engines. We estimate it will take 10 hours to repair. We are working as quickly as possible to restore the engines."
"See that you do. Carry on." And the captain left the bridge to attend to other duties.
"This is a terrible day, Delenn. I never thought I'd see it come." Lennier walked beside her, as they entered the temple.
"The day is not yet over, Lennier."
"But we've already agreed to the surrender."
"I know." She pulled the instructions from her robe. She had put them in a small cylinder. She lightly pushed it into Lennier's hands. "I want you to have this, Lennier. Keep this with you, until we are done. All the instructions are inside."
"Instructions?" He asked. Before she could reply, a chime rang through the corridor.
"It's time." She said. She walked out into the temple. Above her was a crowd of people, come to bear witness to what would happen here this day. She walked to the center, where Shakiri already waited. She dreaded what she was about to do, but he looked smug. He wasted no time in beginning the ceremony.
"Delenn of the family Mir. I greet you in the name of the Warrior caste."
She returned his greeting with equal indifference. "Shakiri, of the family Chord. I greet you in the name of the Religious caste."
"I regret that we have been brought together here in this sacred place by such unfortunate events. But this day will mark a new beginning for our people. The struggle between us was terrible, was hard. Was inevitable. But now it is over. Do you speak for the whole of the religious caste, Delenn?"
"I do." She replied
"And what message do you bring for us today?" He asked her, haughtiness dripping from every syllable.
"The Religious caste ... surrenders."