Chapter 93
Plotting Against Paradise
On board a Ragendora command ship
April 20, 2378
The blade sliced through Morden's neck and his head hit the deck with a thud. The supreme leader of the Ragendoran, Godoran, was furious at the way that his forces had battled their bitter enemies, the Legendora. He had tired of the alliances, and he had decided to deal with them once and for all.
"Once we are done destroying Earth, we'll go after the Breen and the Tholians. They don't deserve to live after bungling the attack on Deep Space Nine the way they did. Then we go back and wipe out the Cardassians and anyone else who has opposed us in this universe!"
His generals saluted him and they went off to attend to their ships. Godoran stomped off to his quarters, but not before kicking the head of Morden across the room, to join that of Justin, whom he had dispatched earlier.
Godoran looked over the plans for the attack on Earth, and some of his good mirth started to seep back into him. The fools have no idea that all of our battles up until now have been leading to this final one. They have no idea that with this move against their pathetic Earth, we will win this war once and for all!
He was angered at the thought of his ancestors, the Legendora. For thousands of years, they had been an annoyance to him as well as the other Ragendora, what with the Legendora smug sense of superiority and their weak spirituality. He thought them as wimps, unable to take their rightful place as rulers of space and time. That was why he had led the revolt against them, and his leadership had led them to conquest after conquest, only to be thwarted by the Legendora.
He couldn't tell his generals or his top aides of what he knew: his race was in trouble. All across the universes and dimensions, war raged, and the tide was turning against his race. They had already lost it in hundreds of different universes, and all they had left was this final campaign. In his heart of hearts, he knew that the war was lost and that the hope of victory had been extinguished. Now, all he wanted was vengeance, and the Humans on Earth were the perfect targets for one last spasm of his rage. If they could succeed there, then he could possibly go onto other planets, but even he began to wonder if it were possible.
He knew what the Legendora were planning. They were tired of existence and wanted to end their immortality and pass on to whatever lie beyond death. That was what sparked his revolt in the first place, and he had inspired so many others to join with him. The Legendora had only lived to stop him and his kind from their domination, and now it seemed like they were on the verge of defeating him.
He could just easily surrender and join them in extinguishing his life force, but he couldn't stomach that. His race was a proud one, and he would not yield them easily to simply pass away quietly. No, if they wanted him to die, they would have to kill him and all the other Ragendora.
He tired of his corporeal form, so he destabilized himself and became a wide field of dark golden light inside his quarters. He must rest now, for the final stages of their seemingly fruitless campaign were upon them.
On board EAS Freedom
April 21, 2378
It had come to him in a dream, and he sprang up out of bed and went to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror after washing his face and pondered what the dream had been about.
Captain Twanissa Hudson turned over in bed and her arm fell across where her lover, President Garrison Hollifield should have been. The absence awoke her and she looked around to try and find him. Seeing the light coming from the bathroom, she got up from the bed and made her way to where he was.
"Bad dreams, my love," she asked.
He turned to her and gave her a sleepy grin, then his face fell back to a grimace. "They were bad, but I don't know if they were dreams."
"What do you mean?"
He sighed and said, "I don't know, but I think that Genon would."
Hours later, Genon arrived on a transport and he made his way to the conference room. Hollifield didn't beat around the bush. "I had a vision last night." Genon nodded and sat down in the chair, and Hollifield began to tell of what he saw.
When he was done, Genon said, "I think you are right. Your telepathic abilities seem to have connected with them. I have had some similar visions as well, but our telepathic link to the Ragendora hasn't been as strong as it once was for centuries now."
Hollifield nodded his head and spun the small globe of the Earth on his desk. "I think they're desperate."
"I agree with you. They've been losing wars across the universes and dimensions and their forces are becoming decimated. The toll has been terrible, though. Billions dead, worlds destroyed...it's such a shame."
"I know. I have the same feelings like I had during the final stages of the Shadow War. It was like, I felt we were close to victory, but also at the edge of defeat as well."
He remembered back to watching the vids of the Vorlon planet killers as well as their Shadow counterparts, and it was if he were seeing the very fabric of everything he knew and believed in being ripped to shreds. He thought back to what it was like before the Minbari War, and he could see the innocence in his eyes. That person died so long ago, and what he was now was far removed from the idealistic young man he once was.
They finished their conversation and he began the work of putting together a meeting to go over the plans to protect Earth. He spent a sleepless forty-eight hours in conferences with a myriad of allies. Wildstar, Ashcroft, Sheridan, and so on and so forth. Finally, he ended his last secured communication and slumped down into his chair, dozing off.
He awoke to someone rubbing his shoulders. It was Hudson. "Twa, sorry! I've been so busy!"
"Shhhhhh...It's all right, love! Come to bed and rest. We've got to catch up on sleep."
They took off their clothes and fell into bed, both too tired to make love that night. "So how long until the storm hits," asked Hudson as she was closing her eyes.
"It won't be long now.," replied Hollifield, but before he could add anything to that, he fell asleep.