Author's Note: Sorry this one is later than the others. I'm going to try to update every weekend, meaning sometime between Friday and Sunday night. Although I'm no sure about next weekend, I'm going on vacation (yay!) but that means I need to get ALL my work done so I'm not sure how much time I'll have to write. Thank you Shorty51 and Harry2 for your reviews, although, Harry2, you should be expecting a few more twists in the story.

The Mars of Greek legend was a bloodthirsty deity who used mortals to wage his wars as a child might play with toys.

The ever shifting orange-red dust gleamed in the sun light. Everything looked brighter and harsher here, in the sunlight unfiltered by atmosphere. After the computer controlled lighting of Babylon 5 Talia's eyes had watered upon seeing the martin sunrise. The nights were the same though, darkness so intense that the stars seemed comprised of rainbows of color. Talia lived at night, if only for a few hours. For now the daylight belonged to the Sleeper.

"So, what do you think?" Bester asked as they watched Frederick Lantz and Mr. Welles' shuttle take off for Babylon 5. The gleaming square box with wings, white exhaust columns trailing immediately behind it, quickly rose to be lost in the star specked space.

"President Clark is grabbing for more power, attempting to bring all aspects of Earth further under his control. Exactly as we predicted."

"At the risk of sounding old fashion 'it was all elementary my dear Talia.' Men like Clark are surprisingly easy to predict and control. His sort would gladly sell their soul for power."

"But he could be a danger too, if he ever found out what we were planning."

"He won't turn against us," Bester smiled. "We're the only ones keeping him in power, even after this new 'Nightwatch' gets started. There is nothing that can undermine our hold on him and on Earth-Gov."

"Then you are not worried about..."

"No, our people are watching; and it's probably all rumors anyway."

"You didn't see what She saw, in that corridor."

"Trust me.... Besides, even if Clark did somehow get out of our control he and his bully boys could not hope to stand against us. They're only Normals, after all."

The Sleeper nodded in reluctant assent, keeping her doubts to herself.

Cautiously, Talia gently used her telekinetic ability to force a tiny link to form between the synapses in the wiring of her physical prison and the Sleeper's subconscious. It had taken Talia days to master using her telekinetic gift with such precision and the only thing she could use it for was to reach the Sleeper's mind. Someday, though, she would be able to reach farther. Straining to hold the link in place, Talia sent a tendril of thought gliding along the Sleeper's mental pathways. Wait, keep your own watch. When he runs into Them you can be there.

He is the key to my power in the Core . The Sleeper added to what she though was her own train of thought. Watch and wait until the time is right . If there was anything she had practice at in her short existence, it was watching, waiting, and scheming in the shadows.

Talia drew back the link as carefully as she had put it in place. Past experience had taught her that it would 'snap' back like a rubber band if she just let it 'go', leaving her in metal agony for hours. It wasn't quite right, manipulating the Sleeper like that; it always left her wishing she had her body back so she could take a bath. Yet, she had her friends to protect.

Bester gestured for her to precede him into the complex, a mockery of gallantry. No part of him was visible under the atmosphere suits and masks they had to wear outside of the oxygenated domes but the sight of him.... Talia also had revenge to extract if she found the means. But not yet, she needed him as much as the Sleeper did. Still, if she had control of her body... He was the one who had put her here.