Enter Delenn, stage right. The Minbari-human was sitting in her corridors, carefully arranging a stack of crystal triangles so they formed a larger triangle to represent the union of all the triangular thingys in the universe or something ridiculous like that. Knowing the Minbari it was probably some strange, obscure ritual with a deep inner meaning for them and significance just above dryer lint to the rest of the galaxy. She stood up, slowly backing away to keep the structure from falling over. She smiled as it stayed upright. Then……. "Delenn!" Lennier slammed the door open, bursting into the room. As Delenn wondered how he could slam an automatic door, the crystal tower teetered for a moment. Lennier froze. The universe held it's breath. With a slow motion 'uh oh' the tower leaned left, then right, then oh so sloooooowly toppled over sending crystals bouncing left and right. Delenn looked up from her cover under a table.
"Yes Lennier?" she said in a slightly strained voice, signifying either suppressed anger or constipation. "What is it that you were so eager to say, that you somehow committed an act totally against the laws of causality? That I will probably have to conduct a long meaningless ritual later to fix?"
"The Rangers are having a party in C&C!" said Lennier excitedly. "You have to come! And bring John! We need everyone who's been Entil Zha so far, well, except for Sinclair because he's on Minbar. But you've gotta come! We've got Flarn!"
Delenn looked up. "Flarn? Forget this!" She dashed out the door, on the way to C&C. When she got there, she found her way blocked by a large group of C&C operatives. A few tents had sprung up, as had a traveling movie festival, a slot machine, and a soup kitchen that seemed to think they were homeless people. Delenn wove her way through the chaos. Somehow, she picked up a hanger on, who on closer inspection proved to be a very frazzled Ivanova.
"Delenn! Thank goodness you're here, the Rangers have gone mad and taken over C&C, there's no one steering the ship, and the Command Staff are having a strip poker tournament! We need your help!" Ivanova was wide eyed and frantic, possibly at the sight of too many Spiderman underpants on the people she commanded to be comfortable.
"Umm, yes, I was just going there right now." Said Delenn; cursing the fact that Minbari could not lie. "I'll be sure to talk to them." Shaking off Ivanova she ducked around a popcorn maker and to the door. She knocked on it. A face appeared at the window.
"Delenn!" cried Marcus happily. "Come in, quickly. They've tried to get in with a battering ram twice. Look, we've got popcorn! And those little handheld Tetris games!" He quickly opened the door and yanked Delenn in. She looked around. Every single person in the room, whether sitting on a chair, sprawled across the floor, or, due to lack of space, clinging to a ceiling fan, was bent over a small plastic orange game that was making little beeping noises. Occasionally, it would say in an overly cheerful electronic voice "High Score!" or "Game Over!" to accompanied cheers or moans. Marcus held out a large bag of popcorn. Delenn stared at it suspiciously. The human seemed to enjoy these exploded grains of corn covered with liquid bovine lactation and crystals of sodium, but she had not had good experiences with them. Flashback! "Ahhh! Ahhh! Get it off me!" yelled Delenn, running around the room, piles of flaming popcorn clinging to her. "Help! Lennier!" Polka ms played in the background. Then came the butter. Oh not the butter! I refuse to talk about the butter! I'm just going to end this thing right now. Delenn shuddered and refused the popcorn. Marcus shrugged and stuffed the whole thing in his mouth, greatly resembling an overstuffed chipmunk. "Wew, soot yerchef" (translation: well, suit yourself). Marcus plopped into a chair and began busily playing his game some more. Delenn poked around at some people, getting mildly snarled at for interrupting them.
"Hmm. This is very curious. Apparently the beeping device has captured their minds and is draining them for some sinister purpose. I could heroically do something about it and save the day. Or I could hack into the C&C hard drive, program it to send subliminal mind control messages to the machines, and take over Babylon 5 with my army of zombie ranger slaves. But, if I also program it to send a telepathic mind control signal, I can take over the telepaths as well, and then they can take over the rest of the people for me. And once I have control of Babylon 5 and all the people aboard it, I shall sell off the ranger to fan girls thus raising enough money to bribe all the earth officials to resign in favor of me, thus gaining control over all of earth."
John randomly poked his head in. "Wow Delenn, that sure is uncharacteristically devious."
Delenn shrugged. "When you spend that long a time in a cocoon, you get lots of ideas. And, with the help of John, she became supreme ruleress (oh, and John was sort of co-ruler type thing, even though he was already in charge, so basically he got mildly demoted).
Ranger auction next! Who wants one? They're cute and cuddly and they come with their own extendable fighting pikes!