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Chapter Twenty-Eight

"The One Side of the Coin"

(The Armageddon Conflict :) Part 4

"Plagues"

EarthForce One:

So far twelve Earth Alliance warships of various configurations had come to their aid in confronting the latest Federation Ship to violate their territory. Not nearly as many as he would have liked, but sixteen to one odds did give him a sense of comfort when confronting this unknown quantity. Federation vessels had gained quite a reputation and as eager as he was to test his ship against Voyager this was not the time to do so.

The unknown factor on his mind was that everything was out in the open. Clark's conversations and threats against the Admiral and her people had been heard by everyone in the fleet and on all Earth comms as well. That was an utter disaster Clark would probably never recover from. But he was still Commander-in-chief and Thompson's orders were clear. "You have five minutes to surrender unconditionally or we will open fire! All batteries at ready status."

"This is Captain Chakotay of the Starship Voyager. We will not submit to terrorist activity, nor will we surrender."

"Be reasonable," Captain Thompson said. "You're greatly outnumbered and you don't stand a chance."

"Mr. Worf, scan that ship," Chakotay ordered, in full view of Thompson and the others of his crew listening in. "Target engineering, weapons, reactors, their refreshers, everything."

Thompson frowned as he listened to this tattooed Captain. Scanning his ship wouldn't do that much...

For an instant, the viewscreen lost coherence. On the bridge, lights started flickering. The computers began malfunctioning and power on the ship dipped perceptively. Whatever they'd done had interfered with the entire ship's functions.

"Captain, Sir."

If this was some sort of new attack... "What is it?" he snapped.

"Voyager's power emissions are going up. Way up, Sir. It's interfering with ship's functions. We're losing targeting data and scanners."

"Let me see," he growled. The emissions were rising. He and the other Captains of his battle group had studied the Enterprise and Ambassador extensively, preparing for the inevitable conflict with them, so he was well aware of their capabilities and maximum power ratings as shown in the battles of Proxima III. However, Voyager's energy profile went higher than anything that had been recorded on the Enterprise. "Jeez," he whispered to himself.

Voyager was rotating slowly, bringing her profile to point directly at his ship. It moved slowly as if daring EarthForce One and its fleet to fire. It completed its maneuver and casually moved towards his ship. The ship shimmered as ablative armor appeared, covering the pristine vessel.

"Captain Thompson." It was that Federationist Captain again. "Time is almost up," he said sadly. "We're going to allow you the first shot," he told Jake. "Then I promise that you and your crew won't feel anything."

Thompson subconsciously licked his lips. His ships and Voyager were at point blank range and his targeting acquisition was been blocked completely. They were going to have to target the Fed ship visually, not a problem since it was less than a half-kilometer away.

"Time is almost up," Thompson confirmed. Two minutes left. "We'll die together," he answered refusing to back down, even if it meant his death.

"Not likely."
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USS Yeager:

The threat of violence was over. Ambassador Mollari and his entourage were returning to Babylon Five under escort by both Minbari and Centauri warships. The EA ships, having witness the events occurring at Centauri Prime were returning to Earth. And the Federation Saber also headed at maximum warp to the station carrying unexpected visitors.

Sela stood staring defiantly at Captain Sisko and Commander Lawson who returned her stare with undisguised hatred. Those looks of belligerence just irritated her even more. It was irrational she knew, but she had to vent and Sisko was closest. Besides, like just about everyone else on this ship, he was a Human and her dislike for her mother's people came to the fore now. The Centauri were not a threat to her anymore but she and Tarok were still under subjugation to Humans-once again.

Medical treatment had been adequate but for some reason, the Starfleet crewmembers treated her like she was filth and she couldn't understand why-not that she really cared. But she wasn't in the mood for this. Cartagia's tender mercies had taken their tow on both of the Romulans. Na'Toth was in worse shape and the Narn would require several weeks of therapy before she could be pronounced well. Then there would be the psychological counseling...

"Captain Sisko," Sela announced as if he were some sort of inferior servant. "I am sick and tired of your stand-offish attitude. I am not your enemy." She was exhausted and angry. This couldn't be happening but yet it was. Q turned her world upside down and she didn't have a grasp of what had actually happened to her.

"I want to know about the war," Sisko demanded. "What is the status of the Federation? It's been months. Are they still in the war?"

Sisko was expecting her to answer but Tarok, to her relief, did instead. "The Klingons and the Federation were aggressively attacking the Cylon defense systems before Voyager passed out of range. We-"

"What are you talking about?" Commander Lawson demanded. "Don't play with us, Romulan."

"I'm answering your question, Commander," Tarok hissed. "The Romulan Empire has been decimated by those machines. We lost billions!" he yelled, Vulcanoid passions coming to the fore. "Is that what you want to hear?"

Commander Lawson was taken back. "The Klingons have new weapons?"

Sela could tell that Lawson didn't understand, but a quick look indicated that Captain Sisko did. A second later he proved it. "Our whole lives, everything we know can be summed up as a temporal hiccup. There was no Klingon Federation war," he said with finality.

"No," Sela answered. "Not in my reality. None of us were at war with each other. We've banded together to fight against another threat."

"The Cylons," he asked. "What are they?"

"A machine race," Tarok answered. "A race dedicated to destroying Humanity and Humanoid species in our quadrant."

Lawson's mind wanted to shut down but he was refusing it permission to do so. Sisko's story of whom and what they were begin to sink in and in that moment he understood that he would never see his home again-

-Because it didn't exist. "Who's fighting them?" asked Lawson; unable to contain his curiosity of events he had no inkling of.

"Everybody." As the Romulan related recent events in the Alpha quadrant, those of the crew who heard that answer were quiet-

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-All except Captain Benjamin Sisko.

So it was true, all of it. It wasn't some fantastic dream created by a delusional, homesick mind. These-people were not from the reality he knew. But they were original templates, as his 'brother' had said. They were adrift in another quantum universe with no way to get back. The doorway described by this Romulan would not be able to get them back home. That was a deathtrap and he knew it, could feel it in every fiber of his soul. Standing beside him Commander Lawson could barely breathe.

It was almost too much. Sitting down and steeling himself, he dove into the history of their arrival that the subsequent things that had happened to them since they'd arrived in this strange, forbidding universe.

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Centauri Prime

Alyt Rannaonn, Commander of the Minbari fleet encircling Centauri Prime started relaxing more now. Despite his original intentions to savage the Centauri home world, it had fallen more or less, without a single shot fired. Anger warred against pragmatism in his heart because of that outcome. The Centauri hadn't directly attacked his people or his world but had associated with those who did. They would pay for that allegiance but apparently not by the blood of their people.

The new leader, General Knonto Denarri seemed to be a pragmatist, too. He issued dictates and his people ran to follow them. So far, all of his orders were designed to relieve tension and help the millions who had suffered on his world. There was going to be much to do to even begin to deal with the horrific attack on their planet. The Military hadn't disarmed but there was very little tension between the two fleets occupying the system. This was good since he knew he would soon be needed to deal with the new alien threat springing from the darkness. That disturbed him. Even the Shadows would have been better than this unknown enemy. At least the Shadows were a known entity. And of course, when this threat was cleared up, then there were the Federationists they would have to deal with.

Rannaonn, like so many others believed that the Federation representatives were from some distant Human colony somehow lost to history. And he could not stand the fact that Humans were in control of technology at least equal to and in some reports better than the Minbari. It wasn't natural and not for the first time, he wondered what would have happened if his ship, the Blood of Saints, would have matched itself against one of the starfleeter ships. That would have made for a much more interesting Earth-Minbari war, or what his people called 'the Great War of Righteous Retribution'. It was too bad that their home world was too far away. He was sure that their colonies would have put up a better fight than their Earther counterparts if they had somehow become involved. Then most likely his people wouldn't have surrendered as they did. The Minbari could have finished the Earthers and that Fed colony off as originally intended.

More than a decade had passed, but the war still made him seethe whenever he thought of it. Now he had to be diplomatic with the Humans, both branches of them. Neroon was a Star Rider born and true. But he and Delenn were being contaminated with Humanity. That was the only thing he could think of for their insane association with the Humans. The Humans should have never tried to contact the Minbari in the first place. But their arrogance caused the death of one of the greatest of his people, Dukat. They should have known then what would happen when the Humans began trying to spread their influence across the stars. They should have been dealt with then.

Anytime a Human was involved in anything, something bad happened. The Centauri–Human conflict started because of the Humans. Their own civil war was a failure. If they had done it correctly, then they would have wiped themselves out and saved someone else the trouble in the future. The Drakh attacking Minbar had been a partial result of interactions with Humanity. And the worst thing was that Humans stuck together when they weren't trying to kill one another. Sooner or later the Fed Humans and the Earthers were going to fall into each other's arms and then most likely the universe would self-destruct in protest. Maybe they would have to do something about that in the future when things calmed down a little. Thank Valen those creatures had left; he felt less fouled now.

However, negotiations with the Centauri appeared to be going quite well. Even some of what he considered his own outrageous demands were being agreed to by the new Dictator. Diplomats would scream about some of those conditions later but that wasn't his concern. He sat back. This he could learn to enjoy.

The first hint of trouble came not as a whirlwind but as the tiniest of breezes. Two Centauri Sentri fighters at the outskirts of the system reported some sort of spatial distortion that they couldn't identify. Moments later, contact was lost with them. Then to Centauri Space Commands' astonishment, a Primus simply disappeared from space traffic sensors at the exact same time six unidentified vessels appeared, vectoring towards the heart of star system. There had been no warning, no jump or even a hint of that insane Federation distortion signature.

Those unidentified blips didn't remain unidentified for long. The invaders had returned with a larger force this time.

A triad of those vessels; huge, bulbous things, fired a beam weapon of unknown properties directly at one of the perimeter guard Sharlins. Morning Sun was knocked off of its trajectory a second before the beam sliced it in two. Wherever the beam touched Sharlin crystalline armor and metal glowed and melted. The alien energy continued to feed on the ship until there was nothing left.

A second Primus met a similar fate seconds later. Supreme Leader Knonto Denarri wasted no time. He simply looked at the Minbari Commander who nodded in response. Time to go to war.

Two dozen Sharlins and an equal number of Centauri warships converged on the interlopers. Minbari and Centauri Fighter support ran into a wall of squid-like enemy fighters with weapon's capacity almost twice their range. The ships were identical except that several of the fighters were the size of White Stars.

Two Sharlins and a Primus attacked the foremost ship of the closest triad. The ship was bigger than any Minbari warship, about two thousand meters long. Dozens of blazing neutron/fusion beams emanating from their main cannons found their targets. The huge ships slowed imperceptibly as powerful energy weapons were absorbed or refracted by a defensive shield surrounding the ship. It returned fire.

The Closest Sharlin used its counter-battery fire to attempt to deflect the incoming pulse of plasma energy to no avail. The shots were absorbed and pulse hit the Sharlin and turned it into a formless, glowing ember. The second Sharlin and Primus had continued their fire throughout contact and only now had the shield showed any signs of strain. Undaunted the ship fired once more using its main beam cannon and the Primus was blasted into non-existence. It attacked again and half of the second Sharlin had been burned away before several more Sharlins could enter the melee.

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EarthDome:

President Clark's mind swirled with possibilities, all of them bad. Despite all of his precautions, he was back where he started, on Earth. It was as if his entire life had turned full circle. Outside of the Presidential office building, there were hundreds of frightened people clamoring to get in. Security wasn't overwhelmed yet but they soon would be as the crowd and the general hysteria increased. People were lying dazed in the streets and there were scores of medical personnel and pieces of equipment visible as far as the eye could see. Many people were simply lying in the streets and the crowd's voice had turned into a dull roar.

Janeway had broadcasted their entire conversation to everyone. They were out to get him now and there was no place to hide. The people truly hated him now, even more so than President Kinsey (who by the way, held the record for the most attempts on his life while in office). But he wasn't going out like that.

He walked around in a semi-daze and by habit he turned on ICN. According to news network, people were being affected everywhere. The symptoms started with generalized weakness and lethargy. A few people closest to ground zero were suffering from bleeding and extreme pain as the Shadow plague took hold. It had only been about three hours; however it was spreading like wildfire, with himself being poisoned along with the rest of the world. Terrified, he began laughing at the irony of the situation. His enemies were coming for and would throw him in a cell for the rest of his life and he couldn't do anything about it. But knowing EarthDome's policies it would take them over a year to even file the charges and by then everyone on Earth would be dead, so it would be a mote point.

If he had to suffer then there were a few things he had to clear up first, the most important thing was making sure those responsible went first. The G.O.D.s were in position now, locked onto Voyager. When EF-1 fired, the defense platforms would as well. There was no way that small ship could handle such a powerfully coordinated attack. Plasma particle/laser batteries and a barrage of nuclear tipped missiles would help to cut that ship to pieces, shields notwithstanding. Plus he would make sure that that woman Admiral knew that what happened to Earth as a result of her defiance was her fault.

Finished with entering his instructions, he re-directed the rest for the G.O.D.s to hit Earth. Twenty-five percent of the world's population would perish and it would be Janeway's fault. Now all he had to do was to wait for the right time to press the button.

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EarthForce One:

If Captain Thompson were to have any chance to survive at all, then his first strike would have to be as devastating as he could possibly make it, with everyone firing simultaneously. The Weapons Officer looked as grim-faced as the Captain had ever seen him double checking his preparations and targeting over and over as if that would make the difference and who knew, it might. The Omega-X class EarthForce One was the most powerful ship ever devised by mankind and surely with its sister ship's firepower added, it should be enough to deal with Voyager when the time came. His heart jumped when he received his President's communication stating that the G.O.D.s would be supporting his attack.

"Status."

"Reactors at one hundred and ten percent. All weapons are nominal. Targeting acquisition, visual mode locked and pinging. Safeties are off. Awaiting your command."

"Are we still getting feedback?"

"Yes."

"Coordinate with the fleet. On my mark..."

EarthForce One began shaking violently from some type of renewed assault. Computers flickered once more, then died as did general power all over the ship. Emergency lighting kicked in even as Captain Thompson proceeded to order his ships to fire on the starship. The EA vessel began to list to port and suddenly, he was demanding damage reports. Voyager had done something to them. They were completely dead in space.

"I don't believe it!" Damage reports were coming from engineering. "The reactors-"

Thompson wasn't listening. He was too busy watching three of his four fusion reactors lazily floating past the bridge of his ship. There was just enough power for life support and the most basic of ship's functions. His face beet-red, he found himself admiring Captain Chakotay's solution. They were soft-hearted after all; a weakness true, but it would serve to save the lives of his crew.

A shadow darkening the bridge caused him to turn as another EA destroyer moved towards Voyager.

"Attention: This is Earth Alliance destroyer Evanston," a voice cut in, "to all EA vessels. Do not fire on Voyager. Those orders are illegal and we will respond if any EA vessel attacks Voyage or any of their support.

Behind the Evanston, Thompson saw a small fleet of destroyers and StarFuries lined up, ready to defend Voyager with their lives.

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EarthDome:

Despite the ultimatum, a frightened President Clark felt a bit of relief, as the remainder of is loyal guard, including last remaining Omega-X shadow destroyers, four destroyers and their compliment of fighters, fired on Voyager. Those warships were moving now, trying to both attack Voyager and defend themselves against the traitors returning fire, doing neither very well. Unconcerned with their fate, he used the G.O.D.s in position to join the attack as well. The first beam weapon struck the ship, its energy splashing across the shielding for a half second before the Fed ship accelerated fast enough for the G.O.D.s to lose the track of their target.

His fit of rage was interrupted by the sounds of PPGs burning through the re-enforced door of his office. Cursing his security, who hadn't even fired a shot in his defense he shrank back towards the fall wall of his room, stumbling into his chair. Doodling wildly-he had to complete this last little drawing-he activated the remaining G.O.D.s, to scorch Earth for their defiance against him and for destroying his dream. He was a little man with dark dreams that now faded with the coming day and he was vindictive enough to make those who wrecked his life, before it had really begun, wish they were never born. In seconds they would be through the door with that idiot Susanna Luchenko of the Russian Consortium waving a stupid subpoena in his face. Long ago, he had vowed that inferiors would never capture him and place him on display like some animal. Didn't they know this? His job was finished as was his life. He pulled his personal PPG from his holster, replaced the power-pack, jammed the muzzle to his temple and pressed the trigger...

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EarthSpace:

Cobras One and Three were busy targeting two StarFuries on their twelve-o'clock. Following orders to the end these two had make strafing runs against the Evanston scoring several hits. The had just performed a one-eighty to start another attack when the two Colonial fighter-bombers fired on them, just close enough to give both EA pilots heart attacks. Now, they were running trying to evade the blasts from the two Cobras seemingly intent on blasting them into scrape metal. Both ships stayed just out of range of return fire all the while forcing the two EA fighters to perform evasive maneuvers that they were never meant to perform. Hitting their retros, both fighters swiveled around and fired at the Cobras as they streaked by. They managed a touching glance on Cobra One's shields.

That was good shooting and both Colonial could appreciate the precision, imagination and competence of the fighter-pilot. However, he still didn't have a chance. Tough. Both Cobras performed the exact same maneuvers, facing the two fighters who were now splitting up in a frantic effort to keep from being destroyed.

"This is Cobra One. Stand down or be destroyed," Boxy demanded. The fighter he was targeting fired wildly in this direction once more in an effort to score a hit. "Stand down," he repeated as he bracketed the StarFury with his disruptors. After what seemed to be an eternity, the pilot responded.

"Standing down." The fighter began powering its weapon's systems down.

Boxy sighed with relief. He didn't want to kill this pilot.

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With the exception of one of the remaining shadow destroyer, most of the fighting had been half-hearted at best. None of the EA ships had been mortally wounded and only three of the StarFuries had been destroyed, with two of the pilots ejecting in time.

The one major causality was one of Clark's Shadow-based destroyers. It went after Voyager with every plasma energy weapon and fusion missile in its arsenal. The entire first salvo missed as Voyager gracefully avoided the attack and returned fire with its phasers. The phaser fire ruptured the synthetic Shadow armor, creating a cascade failure along the entire length of the ship. Targeted weapons and engines blew and the crew began to evacuate as the ship slowly tore apart. Chakotay hadn't really wanted to do that. Beside him, Janeway said nothing as he ordered the transporters to save as many as possible.

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Centauri Prime:

The enemy's shields had almost collapsed when its own supporting ships opened fire. Twelve Minbari capital ships, closing in from three different directions and supported by a large contingent of Centauri Primus and Vorchans, together, of one accord opened fire on the invader.

Even the smallest flicker, the smallest change in the status of the fight pulled in Alyt Rannaonn's complete attention. The power of the enemy was formidable. Delenn and Neroon had described the details but he hadn't really understood. With the sole exception of one vessel, all of them still survived that attack. They hadn't even bothered to evade the incoming blasts. Huge energy pulses found three Sharlins despite their stealth fields and defensive batteries, completely destroying them. The three ships when hit by the plasma energy, simply continued to burn in ships until there was nothing left. There were no survivors.

Those pulses were terrifying and moved fasted than he thought possible, easily outrunning their intended targets. Their beam weapons were even worse. We watched two Primus battleships were completely cut in half by those beams and as with the plasma weapons, the halves continued to disintegrate until nothing was left.

Both Minbari and Centauri fighters weren't doing much better against the enemy. The Nial fighters were having a brutal time targeting and hitting their rapidly evading counterparts who were at least their equal in technology. The Centauri Sentris were doing almost as well, but that was where the difference ended. The Nials hit their targets but it took four hits to kill an enemy fighter. The Centauri succeeded in five.

In combat, when life and death was measured in seconds, which was far too long and one-on-one, the combined forces were being slaughtered. No fighter, Centauri or Minbari survived a direct hit even though their remains didn't disintegrate. Sharlins, the pride of the Minbari for a thousand years suffered grievous damage from fighter strafing.

By accident more than anything else, fusion and neutron beams from several ships converged and pierced the formidable shields of one of the lead capital warships. Directed energy mixed with alien plasma and the ship blew with enough force to take three additional Sharlins and four Vorchans and a Primus with it in oblivion. By then the aliens had had enough and now retreated into some bizarre and unknown form of hyperspace utilizing the same techniques as the Fed ships when entering warp.

Alyt Rannaonn reeled with the implications of the battle. That was just a probing force! They were playing with the Centauri, forcing them to maintain a significant force in their home system, effectively leaving many other systems defenseless. And his own fleet had been found wanting in their wake. Sixty percent of the forces that engaged the enemy hadn't survived the encounters, a terrible defeat by anyone's measure. Bitterly he realized that the enemy had retreated because they chose to and not by anything that his Star Riders or the Centauri had done.

He knew that he and his fellow Captains would have never predicted such losses unless fighting someone like the Shadows. As ripped and burning wreckage floated by, the torrent of emotions that almost swallowed him shed themselves from his mind as water evaporating form the noonday sun. With a shock that rocked the very fiber of his bones, he understood. They 'were' First Ones and the cold fear of recognition made his body shiver. Did the Grey Council know this truth? And what of Neroon and Delenn and the others of the Grey Council that first encountered these creatures near Z'ha'dum? No, this was too important; with the Vorlons gone and unable to offer assistance, there was a real possibility that they would lose unless-

-Unless they had some sort of equalizer. The Federation shields and some of that other magical technology he'd heard of could very well decide the fate of his people. These creatures, the ones called Sinhindrea, would not stop at Centauri Prime if what he had heard, which admittedly was very little, was true. The creatures would soon attack Minbari territories and that couldn't be allowed. Human stupidity introduced them to the Minbari and Human greed would not now determine the fate of the Minbari. He and the warrior caste had to come together to protect what was theirs.

Decision made, he ordered his command to Babylon Five, in order to personally explain what happened and demand the technology be share by the Federation Humans. The stakes were too high. If not then he would force the situation and take what he needed as necessary. The Fleet Commander's eyes blazed with determination. The Minbari weren't the Centauri, to be simply swept from the stars. And Starkiller would do well to stay of it. For their own sake, they and anyone helping them had better be reasonable.

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EarthDome:

General Franklin and Senator Chen Ye carefully examined the PPG hand weapon ex-President Clark had used to try to kill himself with. Chen Ye was rather bewildered; the power pack was fresh and fully charged. It should have worked. Clark's brains should have been fried before they could have captured and had dragged his butt kicking and screaming to his own personal cell. The politician in him found this all rather inconvenient. His death would have saved a lot of grief and scandal. Senators and elected representatives were about to lose their jobs because of him.

Now that his seat of government had been broken-most of his staff was located on an immobilized EarthForce One and Psi-Corps back was broken they could make changes. Hopefully his constituency wouldn't blame him and he wouldn't end up in prison, after all, he had no choice. Fear had led them to this point. They should have acted sooner. The time of course, had never been right and now it was too late to blame anyone else except each other.

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Franklin whistled slowly as he examined the innards of the PPG. The circuits and helium storage chamber were completely distorted. There was no way it would have fired. How this happened he had no idea. That was Clark's personal weapon. There's no way he could not have known that it was tampered with. But all of that speculation evaporated as Vice-President Luchenko gasped loud enough to be heard across the room.

"He's used the G.O.D.s to target Earth," she said. "I don't have the codes to stop this!"

"Where?" Franklin demanded.

"North American east coast and the central Germany Austria combine," she answered immediately. She turned to him. "We have ten minutes then we all die."

"Our major research and medical facilities are situated there," he said. "If they go, we won't be able to contain the plague. He's dooming us all."

Luchenko wasn't listening. Instead she was contacting EarthForce directly.

"This is Vice-President Susanna Luchenko to all EarthForce ships in the area. By order of President Clark, the G.O.D. platforms have been turned to target Earth. You must stop them by any means necessary!" Then she crumpled to the floor as the first waves of pain from the Shadow plague began to rip apart her joints. "No," she moaned. "Not now."
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Coming up next: There's a plague beginning and the Shadows are going to make sure that the Sinhindrea targets Earth. Babylon 5 tries to avoid another conflict with the Minbari. The C57-D and Charlotte Clark start earning their keep. Mamma and daughter meet, then try to kill each other for some reason. Centauri Prime is under siege and burning. Then things get serious when everyone discovers that their next door neighbors weren't so bad after all.

Comments are welcomed of course

Now: It seems that we have a wonderful number of B5/ST crossovers here on this site and it's about time!

Here is the List; Please check them out at these sites located in the review section because will not allow me to post them with this chapter no matter what I do.

Here is the List; Please check them out at these sites

'Those who Stand' (me, of course)

'Shadows and dust in the Pattern'

'A Thin Veneer' (me again)

'New Story' by Iars

'The Best of Both Universes'

'The Nature of Realities a ST:TNG -B5 story' ?t71843

'Why Not' ?t66983

'Kirk Starkiller' ?t61573

'Two Destiny's, one Survivor' ?t64286

This is the one that started it for me: 'Altered Mirror'

Not bad considering that these type of crossovers were once very hard to find. Some are good and some not, some are long and some are short but the bottom line is that they are there so enjoy people.