Enter Ivanova, stage right. She was walking back to her quarters after concluding another deal with the Lumati, once again managing to wheedle her way out of using the strange metal cup with the dangly things by dancing around them singing a strange song until their heads exploded. Well, not literally, but when she left they were rolling on the floor and in the process of being seriously confused. Suddenly someone streaked by her so fast that he left a cloud of dust behind him. Which was odd, because as B5 had spent 50,000 credits on the best cleaning and air recycling system available, there shouldn't have been a speck of dust anywhere. She stared at the retreating figure, who seemed to be carrying a box covered in tissue paper and a bottle….wait, was that Garibaldi? And WHAT was that he was wearing? Ivanova shuddered and went into her quarters, deciding some things were better left unknown.
Ivanova changed direction and headed off to C&C. As far away from what she had just seen as possible. Unfortunately, things were a little dull in C&C. Everyone was busily at work doing important things, or maybe just pressing random buttons on their console, who can tell? But they were probably doing all the little things that need to be done to keep the space station from crashing into Epsilon, propelling it into the sun, causing a huge atomic supernova then creating a black hole and thus ending life as we know it. Probably. Maybe they were just playing Tetris. So anyway, where were we? Oh yes. Ivanova was bored. And what happens when she's bored? She goes around yelling at people of course! But, as Ivanova soon found out, when you're done yelling and everyone is cowering under their consoles, there isn't much left to do. So she amused herself for a while by shoving things out an air lock and shooting them, I mean testing the new defense grid! Suddenly Marcus dashed in. well, he tried to. First he banged against the door like a moth against a porch light, with a thud that startled Ivanova so much that she lost control of the giant laser cannon thingy and destroyed a ship. Luckily it was a Vorlon ship, so no one cared. The door finally opened, and Marcus staggered in, looking a little concussed.
"Commander, I have bad news! The jump gate has just opened, and fifty Psi Corp ships have come out! The captain needs all of you in the war room immediately!" he cried, gasping for breath.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" yelled Ivanova, happy to have found a new thing to yell about. "Clear the deck! Get to the war room, on the double!" Everyone cleared out, before Ivanova started ripping lungs out. Finally, everyone except Marcus, who had keeled over on the floor, was out. The doors shut behind them with a click. Ivanova paused suddenly. "Hey, wait a minute. I'm the one who runs the jump gate, and I didn't see any Psi Corp ships. Marcus!" She turned, to go yell at Marcus some more, but, strangely enough, instead of opening automatically with that little whooshing sound, the door stayed resolutely shut. Marcus immediately made a miraculous recovery, leaping up from the floor.
"Okay guys, all clear!" he yelled. Suddenly rangers started streaming out from under the consoles, dropping down from the ceiling, panels in the walls, trapdoors under the floor, everywhere that a ranger could conceivably hide, and few that they couldn't but did anyway. It only took a few moments to pry them out with the denn'boks. "Sorry Susan!" called Marcus cheerfully through the door. "But we wanted to have a party, and this was the only place big enough! Plus it has that cool giant window so everyone can see us!" Then a disco ball came down from the ceiling, loud music started playing, and all the last defenders against the darkness began forming a conga line.