Making Friends
U.S.S. Phoenix – Sickbay
Ben Maxwell walked into a very crowded sick bay. Every bed was occupied, though the activity level was less frantic than he expected. Maxwell waited near the entrance until one of the nurses became available. He'd planned to speak with Dr. Patel, but he hadn't seen him. "Nurse, have you seen Dr. Patel?"
The Bolian nurse looked up to see the captain speaking to her. "Yes, Sir. He's just completed surgery. He is getting cleaned up right now. I would expect him here in another 15 minutes or so."
"Understood. How are the patients?"
"Most of them had already received some level of treatment. Many burn patients were easy to treat with a dermal regenerator. We were told by several patients that burns were considered a major injury that would normally require significant recovery time. They were surprised we could treat them quickly and return them to their ship."
Maxwell felt pride in his crew. They always delivered, regardless of circumstances. Always. "That's good to hear. How about the remaining patients?"
The nurse answered. "They all have more serious injuries: broken bones, missing limbs, etc. We are currently cloning replacement parts or waiting for the patient to sufficiently recover before sending them back to their ship."
"Very well." Could you inform the doctor that I will be returning shortly with the captain from the Pollux to visit his crew?"
"Yes, Sir. I'll do that."
"Thanks," Maxwell said before he turned and headed to the bridge.
E.A.S. Pollux – Medlab
"Captain. I'm glad you could come so quickly," said Dr. Xu, Chief Medical Officer for the E.A.S. Pollux. "There are things that I need to show you."
"No problem, Doctor. What is it that you want me to see?" Martinez said as he walked over to the doctor.
The two walked to an examination table with a patient casually sitting down, though somewhat restless as though he wanted to leave the room.
"Don't get up," Martinez told Petty Officer Stewart when they approached the table.
"Thank you, Sir," came his reply.
"Do you see anything unusual about Mr. Stewart here, Captain?" Xu asked Martinez.
Martinez gave Stewart a look, then answered the doctor. "No, should there be?"
"Would you believe me if I told you that he had 3rd degree burns over 73% of his body less than three hours ago?"
"Come again?" Martinez said with a shocked look on his face.
"Frank was lying on this table three hours ago, pumped full of painkillers. We hadn't had time yet to begin skin graft treatment before he was 'moved' to the other ship. He returned, along with several others about 15 minutes ago, fully healed."
Martinez looked at Stewart again and asked, "Do you feel any pain?"
"No, Sir. I feel great. No pain at all. I'll have to get my tattoos redone, but I'm more than OK with that."
"What did they do to you?" asked Martinez.
"They used something called a dermal regenerator. I was on a bed, and then I was surrounded by a clear tube. The next thing I knew, the clear tube disappeared, and my skin was back to normal. The nurse gave me these clothes and told me I could get dressed. When the doctor walked away, the area around the bed was surrounded by a forcefield, like a privacy screen. I got dressed and returned to the ship with the others."
Martinez looked at Xu, who nodded since she knew what he was thinking. "Captain, this technology would revolutionize medicine on Earth. Stewart, here is but one example. They healed torn ACLs, broken bones, and corrected vision, to name a few examples. I would love the opportunity to go over to that ship just to see how they can accomplish so much so quickly."
"I'm waiting for their captain to contact me. If I can go over, I'll bring you to evaluate the rest of our crew still on the ship. Mr. Stewart, what else can you tell me about what you saw on that ship."
Stewart spent the next few minutes telling him about everything he saw and whom he met. After hearing this information, Martinez wasn't quite as proud of his Omega class destroyer as he once had been.
"That doesn't sound much like an Earthforce destroyer," Martinez said to Stewart.
"No, Sir. That ship is nothing like any ship I've ever been on," Stewart acknowledged.
Before Matinez could respond, his com-link chirped.
"This is Captain Martinez."
"Captain, we have received a hail from the U.S.S. Phoenix. Their captain would like to speak to you."
"Send it to Dr. Xu's office. I'll take it in there."
"Aye, Sir."
Martinez walked into the office and turned on the Comms station.
"This is Captain Martinez."
"Captain. It's good to see you again," Maxwell said from the Comm station. "I've been told that several of your people have been returned to your ship. My people have assured me that they received the best care possible."
Martinez almost looked at Maxwell as if he had two heads. "Captain, do you have any idea what you've done?"
Maxwell became very concerned. "What happened? Have any of your people become ill, or worse?
"No, Captain. Not at all. The treatment provided to my people was beyond outstanding and beyond our capabilities. You have done us, and me, a great service. I can't thank you enough."
Maxwell, relieved, replied, "It wasn't any trouble, and I was glad to help. By the way, I have cleared your visit with the admiral. You're free to come over whenever it's convenient. You can visit with your crew still undergoing treatment here, plus have a tour of my ship."
Martinez looked at Xu and asked, "Is now too soon?".
"Not at all. Send me your coordinates, and we'll transport you over."
"Thank you. I would also like to bring my Chief Medical Officer, if that's OK?"
"That's fine with me."
"Great. Stand by while I get the coordinates…."
Martinez stepped out of the office, just enough to get the doctor's attention. "Doctor, are you ready?"
"Ready for what, Captain?"
"Ready to go over to the Phoenix."
"Yes, I suppose I am. I'll grab a Medkit from my office before we head for the shuttle bay."
"We aren't going to use a shuttle, Doctor. They're going to 'transport' us."
"Transport? Do you mean how they moved the patients?"
"Exactly."
The doctor took a quick look around the Medbay. She no longer had any patients. The crew members returning from the Phoenix were in better health than when they boarded the Pollux. She had no reason to remain on the ship to administer routine examinations.
"Nurse. Please inform Dr. Silva that I will be accompanying the captain and will be unavailable. He is in charge until I return."
"Yes, Doctor."
Xu walked into her office, grabbed the medkit, and then said to Martinez, "I'm ready, Captain."
"Phoenix, I'm transmitting the coordinates now. Dr. Xu will also be accompanying me."
Maxwell looked to Ops, which acknowledged receipt of the coordinates. "Acknowledged, Captain. Stand by for transport. Maxwell out. Transporter Room 1, two to beam over at the following coordinates." Maxwell pointed at Ops, who transmitted the coordinates.
"Acknowledged. Energizing."
U.S.S. Phoenix
-Transporter Room-
"Welcome to the U.S.S. Phoenix. I'm Captain Ben Maxwell."
The two Earthforce officers were disoriented from their first transporter trip. Martinez was happy with the presence of gravity. Otherwise, he was afraid he would have done something to embarrass himself. After a few seconds, he stepped down from the transporter pad, followed by Xu.
"I'm pleased to meet you in person, Captain. I'm Captain Julio Martinez, though you can call me Julio. This is Doctor Xu."
Maxwell shook Martinez's hand. "I can manage that, Julio. Call me, Ben."
"That was disorienting. How long does that take to get used to?" asked Xu.
"Not long," Maxwell answered. "In two or three trips, you won't notice a thing."
Martinez looked around the transporter room and commented to Maxwell. "It's good that you have gravity in this room. I don't like the idea of floating off the platform."
"The entire ship has gravity, not just this room. We did notice that several ships in the area don't have artificial gravity." Maxwell said.
"Many races don't have it, including Earth. My ship doesn't have gravity except near the rotating section," Martinez told him.
"I see. Well, I'm sure that you are anxious to see your crew. If you and the doctor could follow me this way to Sickbay."
Martinez looked over at Xu, who simply nodded. "After you, Ben."
-Sickbay-
The three officers walked into Sickbay. There were fewer patients than the last time Maxwell had visited. He guessed that there were about 25 people still being treated. He noted a lack of frantic activity, which he assumed meant that all the patients were stable.
The two Earthforce officers had very different thoughts as they walked into sickbay. Martinez was anxious to find out about Alex, his XO and best friend. Xu was like a kid at Christmas. She looked forward to seeing the advanced medical technology and treatments. Based on the information displayed on the medical panel behind the nearest patient, she would have even more questions than expected.
"Doctor," Maxwell called over to Patel. She walked over to the group and introduced herself. "The good doctor has been taking good care of your people," Maxwell said.
"That's an understatement, Captain. The level of care has been extraordinary," Xu said. "Doctor, I was hoping that you would be so kind as to show me around your, Sickbay. I would love to see how you treated our people, as we would've been unable to achieve similar results in such a short period, if at all."
Patel looked to Maxwell, who responded with a simple nod. "I would be happy to."
"Doctor, what is the condition of my crew?" Martinez asked.
"Everyone still here is either recovering from surgery or awaiting cloned replacement parts."
"How long does that take?" Xu asked.
"Normally 3-6 hours, depending on the part. How long does it take you?" Patel asked.
"3-6 days, followed by several weeks of recovery."
"That won't be necessary here. None of the injuries were particularly severe. The patients will be given 24 hours of recovery and then be allowed to return to your ship. I will recommend light duty for another 24-48 hours depending on the type and number of injuries."
Xu couldn't believe what she was hearing but decided to wait until later to ask more questions.
"Doctor, I wanted to know if I could speak to the patients. I want them to know I'm here to support them," Martinez said.
"Of course. Follow me, please."
Patel led the officers to each bed. Martinez spoke with each patient, which helped immensely with their morale. No one was upset with the captain for his decision, even though it resulted in their injuries. Xu constantly asked questions, ranging from diagnostic tools treatment procedures, and medicines. Patel didn't mind answering, though Xu reminded her of a new doctor fresh out of med school instead of a seasoned doctor with over 15 years of experience.
"Alex, I'm so glad to see you!" Martinez walked over to the side of the bed and grabbed his friend's hand. Alex's eyes were bandaged, so he couldn't see Martinez approach his bed.
"Julio, is that you? It's good to hear your voice. What happened after the battle? No one could tell me anything."
Martinez, with a concerned look on his face, answered. "We escaped, thanks to Juno and Orion. We made it to Babylon 5, but we suffered heavy damage and several casualties. I feel terrible for what you and the others are going through, but I felt that I had no choice."
"Julio, you didn't have a choice. You did the right thing, despite the cost. No one here holds that against you."
"Thanks, Alex. By the way, I want to introduce you to my new friend and fellow San Antonian Ben Maxwell, captain of the U.S.S. Phoenix."
"It's good to meet you, Ben. I hope you don't mind if I don't get up."
Ben and Julio laughed. "It's quite all right, this time, though I normally command more respect on my ship," Maxwell said jokingly.
"What a minute. We're not on the Pollux?"
"No, Alex. You're on Ben's ship. We were overwhelmed with the injured crew and needed help. Ben was kind enough to assist. Their medical capabilities are more advanced than ours, and they've been able to help our people better than we could have achieved.
Doctor, will you be able to help Alex regain his sight?" Martinez asked.
"Yes. The new eyes should be ready in another hour, and then we'll perform a simple procedure to replace the damaged ones. Alex will have perfect eyesight in about four hours." Patel answered.
"Seriously?" Alex, Martinez, and Xu said simultaneously.
"Yes, as I said, it's not a difficult procedure."
"Doctor, Captain, if you wouldn't mind, I would love to stay here and observe the procedures being conducted on our crew. Everything here is all quite fascinating for me, and I want to watch and learn."
"I don't mind if the captain approves."
Maxwell nodded. "No problem." Maxwell then looked at Martinez and asked, "Julio, in the meantime, would you like a tour of the ship?"
"You better believe it! Alex, I'll be back once your procedure is finished. I'll just be in the way if I stay here."
"No problem. Like I'm going anywhere," Alex said with a smile.
"Good. Take care of yourself until I get back. Don't do anything stupid!"
"Yeah, look who's talking."
"Julio, ready?" Maxwell asked.
"Yeah, let's do it."
Maxwell and Martinez spent the next hour touring the ship. Martinez spent most of the time asking questions about Phoenix, Starfleet, the Federation, and Maxwell. Maxwell had to admit that he enjoyed the company of Martinez. The fact that Julio was also from San Antonio made it even better. The depression that he had been experiencing was slowly beginning to fade. There was a newness to everything here that he found himself enjoying.
Martinez's mood had wavered between awe and embarrassment. He'd been more than impressed by the Phoenix and its technology. Nothing in Earthforce was comparable. He felt like a cadet again whenever he asked yet another question. He was glad that Ben was so accommodating. Ben had never cut him off or disrespected him. It felt like they had been friends for years.
The two men stopped outside of a room labeled Holodeck. Martinez had no idea what it could be, but he was undoubtedly interested if Maxwell felt it necessary to show.
"Julio, I thought I would conclude this little tour with a taste of home if you're interested?"
"You haven't steered me wrong so far. I'm in."
"Computer, start program Maxwell 1."
"Program complete. You may enter when ready."
The two men walked through the door into the Holodeck. Martinez was speechless while he took everything in. Once he finally collected himself, he asked Maxwell. "Is this where I think it is?"
"Yep. John T. Floore's Country Store. The one and only."
Martinez walked around and even spoke to a couple of people. Maxwell followed behind quietly. "Ben, how were you able to build the entire bar on your ship? And why would Starfleet allow so much space to be used for a bar?"
"Julio, what you see here is a recreation utilizing forcefields, holograms, and replication technology. This bar doesn't actually exist. I scanned the store on multiple occasions the last time I was home to create this simulation."
Martinez gave him a blank stare. "Come again?"
"Computer, freeze program."
Everything in the room froze. The music stopped, and even the smells disappeared. "What happened, Ben?" Martinez walked around the bar and then walked next to a frozen patron. He reached out and touched one. The man felt real but didn't move at all.
"Hologram, augmented by forcefields," was all that Maxwell said.
"I could use a drink," Martinez said.
"That can be arranged. I keep the good stuff in my quarters, but the synthehol available here is very close."
Maxwell saw that look again and said, "All of the flavors of your favorite drink with none of the side effects, positive or negative."
Martinez simply nodded.
"Computer resume program."
-A few minutes later-
"Ben, are you sure that this Beam isn't the real thing? It sure tastes real to me."
"When we're off duty, I will bring out the real deal. Then, you'll know," Maxwell said with a smirk.
Martinez sat silently for a minute as he stared blankly at the dance floor. Maxwell sat quietly and observed the man as he continued to take in the experience. "Ben, I have to be honest with you; this has been one of the most unbelievable days of my life. Not only is my best friend going to live, but he will also make a full recovery, thanks to you. My lifelong dream to command the pride of the Earthforce fleet became a nightmare when I was attacked by ships from my own fleet. Then I see this ship, and my ship doesn't seem so special anymore. A ruthless tyrant has taken over our home, and there's nothing I can do to help them."
"Julio, your command is nothing to be ashamed of. There is always someone bigger and stronger. The key is proper preparation. Outthink them, outmaneuver them; that's how you win. That's also how you'll free your home."
"Our home, Ben, our home. I don't care if you're from another universe; you have a home in San Antonio as long as I am still breathing. I hope to have you by my side when we free Earth from Clark and his cronies. Besides, I need to introduce you to my sister-in-law. I think that you'd like her."
Maxwell didn't know what to say. He was entirely caught off guard by Martinez's passion and Maxwell's acceptance into his home. "Julio, it truly means a lot to hear you say that. We haven't been here long, as I said earlier. I don't know what the future holds, especially with this Shadow business hanging over our heads. But I would welcome the chance to go home again, even if it's not quite the home I remember. Maybe that's what I need to move on with my life finally. I've lived with the pain of my family's death for a long time. I brought my ship here to honor their memory and to prevent a war. It would seem that fate had other plans."
"Picard to Maxwell."
"Maxwell here. Go ahead, Admiral."
"Ben, I'm hosting a dinner on the Enterprise tomorrow evening with the command staff from our ships and Babylon 5. 19:00 hrs. Dress uniforms. Will that be a problem?"
"No, Sir. However, I do have a request. I would also like to invite Captain Julio Martinez of the E.A.S. Pollux."
"Permission granted. Picard out."
"It sounds like I was just invited to a dinner party," Martinez said.
"Yeah. I didn't think you would mind. Plus, I wanted you to meet Admiral Picard, commander of our fleet."
"Thanks. I appreciate it. I will bring Alex with me if he's up to it. It will be great for the three of us to hang out after dinner. Should I shuttle over, or will you use your teleporter?"
"Transporter. Let me know when you're ready, and I have you beamed aboard."
"Sounds like a plan, then."
Both men stood up. As they walked towards the door, Maxwell ordered, "Computer, end program."
The room reset to an empty space with the yellow grid on the ceiling and walls. Martinez stopped and looked around, not believing what had just happened.
"Sorry, Julio. I forgot this is still new to you."
"Exactly! Still new."
U.S.S. Enterprise – Conference Room
-Next Day-
Admiral Picard walked into the room and took his seat at the head of the table. Captain Garrett had arrived a few minutes earlier, followed by Maxwell and Matthews from the Phoenix. Maxwell requested the meeting after the doctor informed him about the strange DNA results from the Earth Alliance patients.
"Captain Maxwell, you have something to report?" Picard asked.
"Yes, Sir. Doctor?"
"These are the results of a standard DNA scan from one of the Earthforce patients," Dr. Matthews said while pointing to the image. The scans are identical to humans from our universe except for this." The image zoomed in to a specific section of the scan. "This single DNA strain is not human. It's from a Betazoid. Not only that, but this insertion is too specific to have happened naturally. This modification was the result of genetic engineering."
"Are you sure, Doctor?" Picard asked.
"Yes, Sir. Completely."
"We observed this same DNA strain in the Minbari we treated, plus other foreign DNA: human," Garrett added.
"Doctor, what does this DNA strain control in a Betazoid?" Picard asked.
"Telepathy."
There were surprised looks on everyone in the room except for Garrett. These were results that no one expected to find.
"I don't claim to know much about physiology or anthropology, but I know this. There is no jump gate in the Betazed system, and no one we have spoken to has ever heard of the planet. Betazed has no space travel capabilities of its own, plus I find it extremely unlikely that the Vorlons would allow anyone access to the planet even if someone found it," Maxwell said, with several nodding in agreement.
"I agree, Captain," Garrett said. "I'm well versed in anthropology, and there is no doubt in my mind that this was done deliberately to both races. To what end, I don't know. However, I'm quite sure who is responsible."
"The Vorlons," Picard said.
"Precisely, Sir," Garrett agreed.
"The next question is what actions do we take on this information. This information could be common knowledge among the population or a secret that the Vorlons have gone to great lengths to keep quiet. We could be treading into dangerous territory with this discovery," Picard said.
"I suggest we meet with Captain Sheridan and Delenn privately to see what they know," Garrett said. "We can then determine how to approach the Vorlon ambassador when we meet. The last thing we want is an armed confrontation, especially now."
"Agreed. We have the dinner event this evening. I'd planned to speak to Captain Sheridan privately after the dinner anyway. I'll be sure to ask him about this as well," Picard said.
"I'll do the same with Delenn," Garrett said.
"Very well. I understand we need to remain in this system for another two days before discharging the remaining patients from Destiny and Phoenix. We'll depart as soon as the last one is discharged. If there is nothing else, dismissed."
Earth - Geneva – Earth Dome
President Morgan Clark sat in his always dark office, waiting for an important call. He kept his office dark because it made him look more intimidating when he talked on the vid-phone.
"Mr. Morden, it's always good to hear from you. What can I do for you?" Clark asked the enigmatic Morden.
"Mr. President, a pleasure as always. I am transmitting a video to you now. My associates are most curious about the ships shown. Here, take a look."
Clark watched the battle of the Shadow ship with the Starfleet ships, taken from the Shadow perspective. The action was intense, if brief.
"I don't recognize those ships. Should I?" asked Clark.
"Here, allow me to show you." Morden magnified the names of Enterprise and Phoenix captured during various parts of the battle.
Clark was stunned, then furious. They were human warships! Someone had been holding out on him. Earthforce apparently had advanced warships, advanced enough to destroy a Shadow ship, and he hadn't been informed. Clark needed to find out who had been withholding this information from him because he needed to deploy every available asset to squash the rebellion and to allow him to be rid of Morden and his 'associates.' Clark's special advanced destroyer program utilizing Shadow technology found on Mars was proving difficult to work with, made evident by the deaths of several technicians. Clark knew that he couldn't keep those deaths quiet for much longer if any more people died, which made the existence of these new ships even more critical.
Morden continued. "As you can see, these are human ships. Where did they come from if they don't belong to you?"
"I will confer with my staff. Maybe there is a black ops project I haven't been made aware of. Trust me; I will get to the bottom of this."
"Ensure that you do. My associates don't appreciate having their assets destroyed by rogue elements. It's not good for business."
"I understand. Believe me, finding out more about these ships is my top priority. I will inform you when I learn more."
"See that you do. Good day, Mr. President."
U.S.S. Enterprise – Holodeck 1
-Star Fleet Command Grand Hall-
Holodeck 1 had been transformed into the Starfleet Command Great Hall, where all large celebrations and top-level diplomatic meetings were held. Tonight's dinner served both purposes, though the only official diplomat in attendance was Ambassador Delenn of the Minbari Federation. Captain Sheridan was no longer representing, officially, the interests of EarthGov and Earthforce; however, he believed that he was representing the best interests of the people of the Earth Alliance while Clark remained in power.
Sheridan had asked Picard if he could also extend the invitation to the ships that had agreed to join the alliance so far. Picard agreed. He thought it wouldn't hurt to meet the other officers they would serve with once they entered the alliance.
The dinner proceeded as planned. Picard and Garrett shared much of the same information with Sheridan before, carefully leaving out specific details. There were multiple questions from the attendees. Picard, Garrett, and Maxwell took turns answering the questions. The Starfleet officers asked their guests questions, where they learned about Minbar, Earth, and Narn.
Once the dinner concluded, most people broke into smaller groups to continue conversing.
-Picard and Sheridan-
The two men stood on a balcony overlooking Starfleet Command, with the San Francisco skyline visible in the distance. Sheridan had to continually remind himself that this was a recreation, not the real thing. A slight breeze could be felt coming from the bay, with a full moon overhead providing additional light on the balcony.
"Admiral, thanks again for hosting this dinner. With everything that has been going on lately, it was good to get away. Also, I don't even know where to begin about this holodeck. It's just as incredible now as the first time I was here. To be back on Earth, even if it's not my Earth, means a lot. It also reminds us how much work remains even after we defeat the Shadows."
"My pleasure, Captain," Picard said. "It was good to meet the other members of your alliance. You have the beginnings of something exceptional here. I encourage you to continue."
"Please, call me John. I don't have a choice, do I? The fight against the Shadows is for life or death. If I have to die, I will take as many of them as possible. You can count on that."
"I don't doubt it."
"Admiral, what's your story?"
"Pardon?"
"Your story. Your career."
"Ah. Well, I enrolled in Starfleet academy right out of high school, 32 years ago. I've always wanted to be an explorer. I equally enjoy discovering the latest scientific curiosity as much as I enjoy the discovery of a long-dead civilization. Unfortunately, my plans were derailed by the start of the Klingon/Federation War. I was a young Lt. Commander and Operations Officer on a medium-range destroyer. We were on a routine survey mission when a Klingon wolf pack ambushed us. That's what we called a group of Klingon fast attack ships," Picard explained when he noticed a confused look on Sheridan's face.
"That was the moment when all of my dreams died. I had to become a soldier out of necessity, and I studied the best strategists and tacticians in the history of Starfleet to help the Federation defeat the Klingons. All of that hard work led me to become commander of the Enterprise, Starfleet's flagship. We've won many battles over the last three years, but it wasn't enough. Starfleet had lost too many battles. My decision to go through that anomaly was my attempt to prevent the war from ever starting. Unfortunately, things didn't go according to plan. Ironically, arriving here has given me the opportunities I've wanted for years. I've spent the last 20 years simply trying to survive." Picard paused for a moment before he continued his thought. "I had almost forgotten how it felt to live. The past two months gave me the perspective I needed to evaluate your request to join the alliance properly."
"Anyway, enough of that. How about you, John?"
"My lifelong dream was to join Earthforce. I wanted to escape my father's shadow and be my own man. Like you, my career was going according to plan until the Minbari declared war on us." It was now Picard's turn to be surprised. "I'm sure you've noticed that their ships are significantly more advanced than the others around here." Picard nodded. "Well, we were on the receiving end of those advanced ships, and there was nothing we could do to even to slow them down. I was also a young Lt. Commander when I had my first battle with the Minbari. It wasn't much of a battle, in any case. We lost almost the entire battlegroup before we could retreat. Our first victory came when I was lucky enough to destroy their flagship. That only made them mad. We lost every battle until they surrendered at the Battle of the Line."
"If they won every battle, how could you force their surrender?"
"No one knows. The Minbari never told us. I've never asked Delenn, though I'm not entirely sure if she would tell me. A few years later, I received my first ship command, the E.A.S. Agamemnon. I got the chance to do some exploration and conduct several first-contact engagements. It's interesting that I got to do those things after my war instead of before, as was your case."
Picard nodded in agreement.
"Then, about three years ago, I took command of Babylon 5, the toughest assignment of my career. Hopefully, this isn't the last command of my career. With the Shadows looming and the civil war, I admit my chances aren't the best."
Both men had a bit of a laugh, which lightened the mood a bit.
"On another note, have you come closer to making a decision?"
"I have. However, I've decided to wait until we return from our mission. We're leaving tomorrow to test a new defensive system, and we'll need some privacy as I don't want to reveal the extent of our capabilities just yet. I also want you to know what I can and cannot offer you in a potential alliance."
"I appreciate that. But, based on what I have already seen, you already have more than enough to offer the alliance. You don't have to show me anything else."
"I understand that, John. However, based on what you have told me, I think that this technology will be able to convince even the most hesitant to support the alliance."
"I trust your judgment, Admiral. I only hope that you can finish your testing before the Shadows begin a full assault."
"I agree that this is a risk. However, given that I cannot replace my losses, I need to ensure maximum readiness before making such a commitment. I know this isn't ideal, but it's the hand we've been dealt, as Commander Riker would say."
"I understand. If you're up to it, I would like you to talk to the other captains. I'm sure they would like to hear more about you and about them."
"Before we do that, I'd like to ask you a question."
"Of course. Go ahead."
"Are there any human telepaths that you're aware of?"
"Yeah. No one knows when they first appeared. However, about 100 years ago, they became a lot less rare, so much so that EarthGov created Psi-Corps to manage them."
"Manage them? Why was that necessary?" Picard asked, confused.
"Well, there were problems, and people became afraid of the telepaths after a while. It became so bad that everyone agreed that Psi-Corps was the best option."
"Were you able to identify the source of the telepathic population increase?"
"Not that I'm aware of. If Psi-Corps found out, they never shared it with the rest of us. Why do you ask?"
"We have reason to believe that human and Minbari telepaths are the result of genetic engineering conducted by the Vorlons."
"Genetic engineering. Are you sure?" Sheridan asked, shocked by this revelation.
"Absolutely. The evidence is quite conclusive."
"Why would they do this to us?"
I don't know, though I believe this warrants a conversation with the Vorlon ambassador."
"I agree with you."
"Very well. Let's go and speak with the others. I am, after all, the host of this gathering," Picard said as the two men left the balcony and returned to the main hall.
-Garrett and Delenn-
Garrett and Delenn walked over to the crystal fountain at the back of the hall. The crystals were illuminated in multiple, rotating colors that provided a soothing effect for anyone watching. The soft, classical music played in the background added to the atmosphere.
"If you would forgive me for saying so, Delenn, but it sounds like the members of your federation are more like protectorates than true members. Did I misunderstand?" Garrett asked.
"I suppose you're right. I had never considered that before talking to you," Delenn answered honestly. "I've always been proud of the Minbari Federation and considered us the example for all of the younger races to follow. I never considered that there were other alternatives. How does your federation function with so many members? It must be chaos?"
"We have our challenges and disagreements. Those challenges offer us opportunities to grow and improve. At least it did in my timeline. Unfortunately, it seems that the disagreements became a problem during Admiral Picard's time and led to the near-defeat of the Federation."
"I hope I can learn the lessons about your federation from you and Admiral Picard to help us grow and avoid the mistakes that were made."
"We would be happy to help. I would love to learn more about you and your people. Your caste system and societal structure are fascinating."
"It sounds like we will be spending a lot of time together. I'm looking forward to that."
"As do I," Garrett said, then continued. "I have to be honest, Delenn. I've learned a lot since coming here. It's led me to question many of my assumptions and even a few of my core beliefs. It's been thrilling and scary at the same time."
"It's how I've felt since my 'transition.' Few Minbari understand why I've done this. They fail to understand the importance and sacrifices involved."
"Why did you undergo the transformation?"
"I wanted to show my people that we must evolve to survive. We need to become closer to the other young races. Maybe, with your help, we can usher in a new age for Minbari Federation. Instead of being a federation in name only, we may be able to build towards an actual federation like the one you're from," Delenn answered as she grabbed another glass of champagne from the passing waiter.
"I must warn you that there were significant challenges initially, and it took many years to build a functioning Federation Council. Are you sure that you want to go against centuries of tradition?" Garrett asked. She wanted to ensure she didn't underrepresent the effort needed to maintain a healthy federation.
"Rachel, if I were afraid of the challenge, I wouldn't look as I do now. Some things are worth fighting for, as my people have been stagnant for far too long. I have shown them one way. You have shown me another. I hope that you are willing to show me more if that's OK?"
"Absolutely, I'd love to. There is something else that I would like to share with you. If this topic is too sensitive, I will understand and will never mention it again."
"Rachel, I consider you a friend. You needn't worry about offending me. Please, go ahead."
"You are aware that we treated several Minbari when we rescued White Star 1." Garrett noticed Delenn tense slightly. Delenn gave her a slight nod as Garrett continued. "We performed a DNA scan on each patient and identified several strains of human DNA in each patient, along with one strain of Betazoid DNA. We're not sure how this is possible as races here don't interbreed, and your people have never been to the Betazed system. Do you know anything about this?"
Delenn's face became ashen as she looked off into the San Francisco skyline. "Rachel, I don't know anything about the Betazoid DNA, but I would like to learn more. The other, well, you have discovered one of Minbari society's most closely guarded secrets, one that is virtually unknown among my people. I ask that you not share what you know with others as it will most likely negatively impact Minbar and beyond."
"Of course. I promise not to say a word."
"Very well. There is more to the previous Shadow War that I didn't share with you. The Vorlons introduced a Minbari, not of Minbar, to lead us to victory in the war. I didn't tell you, and what no one outside of the Grey Council knows is that Valen was human. In fact, he was the former commander of Babylon 5."
Garrett was shocked by the information she had just heard. The Babylon 4 story now became even more relevant. She would have to ask Delenn more about it when they had more time. "Is that why the Minbari surrendered to Earth in the Earth-Minbari war?"
"Yes. Minbari do not kill Minbari. It's one of our most sacred laws."
"You said that the Vorlons introduced Valen, right?" Delenn nodded. "And, we detected Betazoid DNA artificially introduced in both humans and Minbari. Finally, we discover Betazed being guarded by the Vorlons, threatening to attack anyone that went near the planet. If you don't mind me saying, something extraordinary is happening here, and the Vorlons seem to be at the center of it."
"Rachel, we have revered the Vorlons and given them the respect they've entitled as first ones. It's not our place to question them or their motives."
"Delenn, I will respect your wishes regarding Valen. However, I intend to ask the Vorlon ambassador why Betazoid DNA is present in at least two species that have never been near that planet." A thought suddenly struck Garrett. "Are there human and Minbari telepaths?"
"There are a few, yes. Other races also have telepaths, but they aren't widespread."
"That's it! The Vorlons artificially introduced telepathy into several races that don't normally exhibit telepathy. Betazoids are naturally telepathic, so it appears the Vorlons found out what makes Betazoids telepathic and introduced the DNA into other races. The question is why."
"I don't know."
"I don't either, but I intend to ask when we meet with the Vorlon ambassador."
-Maxwell and Martinez-
"Well, now I can say that I've been to San Francisco, I guess. What do you think, Julio?" Alex asked.
Martinez, O'Dell, and Maxwell had walked over to the bar and camped nearby to make getting refills easier. 'I should have asked Picard to include more waiters,' Maxwell thought. Martinez, on the other hand, was thinking about something else.
"Man, I don't even know anymore. I was in San Antonio on Ben's ship yesterday, so, yeah, close enough," Martinez said.
"Ben, do you have one of these rooms on your ship too?" O'Dell asked.
"Actually, I have four," Maxwell answered.
"Man, I don't know how you do it. If we had one of these rooms on our ship, I'm not sure I'd ever get any work done," Alex said, shaking his head.
"To be honest, I haven't had much time to use the holodecks for anything other than training until we arrived here. However, since we've been here, I've appreciated having access to a little bit of home when the mood hits."
"Just how little are we talking about?" Julio asked.
"The whole planet, naturally, plus other choice locations from around the galaxy."
"Damn," both Alex and Martinez said at the same time. "The next time I'm over there, you have to show Alex and me around."
"I think that can be arranged," Maxwell said, followed by a sip of Jim Beam on the rocks.
"Alex, I was telling Ben here about Maria yesterday. I think that they would get along great."
"Well, that depends. Ben, how do you like active 7-year-olds?" Alex said with a wink.
Maxwell smiled. "I think that I can manage. Trust me; I've dealt with much worse."
"I could tell you all kinds of bad things about her, but that wouldn't be fair to her, and we all did things when we were young that we're not proud of. And, besides, she's my sister, and I love her. After her first marriage, I really want to see her with someone honorable who will treat her with respect. I've always been a good judge of character, and it's obvious that you are a good person. I owe you my life. Julio told me that I was in terrible shape just yesterday. Yet, here I am today without a scratch. You have a friend in me for life, and I would welcome you into my family even if you and Maria don't work out," Alex said.
"I told Ben yesterday that he's coming with us when we return home. That's non-negotiable," Martinez said, and O'Dell nodded in agreement.
Alex's words moved Maxwell. "Alex, don't worry about it. It was the least I could do. I was able to help someone in need. It felt great being able to make a difference, trust me. As sad as I was to hear the circumstances of what happened, it allowed me to meet both of you. If there is anything I can do to help either of you in the future, just ask."
"I appreciate that, Ben. I'll never forget what you've done for me and my crew. Regardless, we're going to have a Texas-sized blowout as soon as we return home. Julio told me that we joined Sheridan's alliance against the Shadows. As soon as we beat them, Sheridan has agreed to commit his forces to free Earth."
Martinez picked up where Alex left the conversation. "Ben, I told you this yesterday, and I'm telling you again, San Antonio is as much your home as it is ours. We take care of our own. Assuming we beat the Shadows, we'll need all hands on deck to defeat the remaining loyal Earthforce fleet and bring Clark to justice. I've seen the video from your White Star rescue. You and your ships can make a difference and save lives. You could probably use your transporter to pull Clark off Earth if you want."
"You're right; I could. However, it's not that simple. We have a General Order called the Prime Directive. It forbids us from interfering in the internal affairs of other cultures and civilizations. We would be interfering in the internal affairs of the Earth Alliance by fighting in the civil war."
"Bullshit!" Martinez said. "You're from Earth. You're as much a Texan as I am. That is home for all three of us. Never doubt that. Think about it. You're wearing a different uniform, but our cause, our purpose, is the same; to free Earth. You deserve to be there beside us when we do it," Martinez said, the passion heavy in his voice.
Maxwell didn't know what to say. His internal conflict was overwhelming. If Earth, this Earth was indeed his home, then the Prime Directive didn't apply. However, he was a member of Starfleet, not Earthforce. This decision was most likely going to lead to some uncomfortable discussions. Unfortunately, this wasn't a decision he could make alone. "Point well taken, but I will need to convince the Admiral to join when the time comes. I can't make any promises, but I will try my best."
"That's all we ask. I don't know about y'all, but I could use another drink. Ben, you were right. This stuff has all of the flavor and none of the kick," Martinez said.
"Tell you what; I'll replicate the real stuff just for you when we return to the Phoenix. All of the flavor and kick, just like the real thing."
"Ben, are you looking for a new XO? Julio, no offense, but these Starfleet ships have so many luxuries. Are you sure this is a warship?"
Maxwell laughed. "Sorry, the position's filled. But, yeah, this is a Galaxy-class battleship. The strongest ship in Starfleet."
"I told you, Alex. Coming here would change your perspective."
"That it has, Julio. That it has."
Earth - Geneva – Earthdome
Morgan Clark didn't want to waste any time finding out more about the warships he'd seen in the video. He assembled his 'mostly' trusted advisors for a late-night meeting to find out who had been holding out information from him. Clark wasn't a man who liked surprises, and this qualified.
"I called you all here tonight because of this." Clark proceeded to show everyone the video Morden provided. Clark carefully observed the reactions of everyone in the room, looking for the person who had withheld the information about these ships from him. To his dismay, everyone's response matched his initial reaction. He then showed them the close-up images that clearly showed the English lettering on the ships.
"Mr. President, with all due respect, why wasn't I made aware that we had these new warships?" General Lefcourt asked.
"General, until a few hours ago, I didn't know those ships even existed. That's why I called you all here. Is there a secret black ops project going on I'm not aware of? I won't retaliate against anyone if they come clean right now."
The head of Nightwatch, Jeff Smith, looked directly at the president. "Mr. President, I know every classified and black ops project in the Earth Alliance and Earthforce. I can tell you with absolute certainty that we didn't build those ships. Based on what I've seen here, we don't even have the technology to build those ships."
Clark slowly exhaled as he attempted to keep his anger in check. "If we didn't build those ships, then who did?"
"Intelligence reports indicate that ships matching the description of these were spotted near Babylon 5 a few days ago. However, those reports neglected to mention that those ships were human," Smith said.
"Jeff, I need to find out everything you can about those ships and where they came from. I'm expecting you to handle this personally. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Sir."
"I am also directing everyone here to utilize all available resources at your disposal to find out more information about these ships and where they came from. Bringing them into the Earth Alliance could be exactly what we need to solidify Earth's position as the strongest in the galaxy. If what Jeff says is true, they have technology more advanced than ours; then we must contact them as soon as possible. I also won't tolerate any independent human colonies outside the Earth Alliance's control. I expect regular updates on your progress. That will be all."
U.S.S. Enterprise – Antares System
-Two weeks later-
"Admiral's log, supplemental. We have been in the Antares system for nearly two weeks while testing the new cloaking device. We've had some setbacks, though, fortunately, nothing overly serious. According to Commander LaForge, final testing will commence within the hour. If successful, we will equip all our ships and runabouts with cloaking devices. Given our limited resources and the Shadow threat, I want to have every advantage possible.
Captain Sheridan provided me with a complete tactical breakdown of all native government ships before departing Babylon 5. I have not yet informed him of my decision to join his alliance. I felt it necessary to gather additional intelligence before making such a commitment. To date, his information has proven valuable, and the assistance from Ambassador Delenn and the Minbari has also proven beneficial. Engineering crews from the Phoenix and Destiny have been adapting hyperspace sensor technology to our ships with some success. We can now detect vessels in hyperspace within a radius of one light minute. Commander Abioye has informed me that he needs to confer with the Minbari to make further progress. I will assign Commanders LaForge and Data to assist once the cloaking program has been completed.
I took a calculated risk in coming out here to test the cloaking device, especially given the increasing Shadow threat. However, the availability of cloaking technology is too great a tactical advantage to ignore. If successful, it would have been worth the risk. Before our departure, Captain Sheridan expressed his reservations, but I suspect he was more afraid of us leaving than any risk associated with a Shadow attack. I want to have every advantage when the time comes to face the Shadows or anyone else who threatens the safety of my fleet.
End log."
Minbari Patrol Fleet – Near Minbari Space
-Next day-
Alyt Kalain didn't understand what all the fuss was about. His typical patrol squadron now included a total of 10 vessels. Why did he need three Sharlins for a simple patrol? The Grey Council insisted on adding additional ships because of the Religious Caste's irrational fear over a possible Shadow attack. Cowards, he thought. He wasn't going to allow himself to be afraid of myths or legends. He was a Star Raider, and they weren't afraid of anyone.
"Report," Kalain ordered to his second Alyt'sa.
"Nothing on scanners, my Alyt. All ships are reporting normal. Correction. Sensors detect an unidentified object in hyperspace. The threat potential is unknown."
"Continue to monitor. Inform me if it approaches us." Kalain wasn't going to jump at ghosts. His patrol was on a well-traveled trade route, and traffic in hyperspace was expected. After a few moments, he shared his thoughts with his XO. "I go where the Grey Council directs. However, I feel that we are wasting our time and resources out here. No one would dare attack the mighty Minbari Federation. If someone….." Before Kalain could complete his statement, everyone heard a loud, piercing scream.
"REPORT!"
It took everyone a few moments to recover from the psychic assault. Some crew members took a bit longer than others to recover. The Alyt'sa recovered enough to view the ship's status on his board.
"Alyt, we are under attack! We've lost two Tinashis! I'm detecting three Shadow Battle Crabs surrounding us."
"All ships combat alert! Fire at will! Tactical, how were we taken by surprise?"
"Sir, there was no jump point detected. Sensors were unable to confirm the identity of the ships while in hyperspace."
"Engage the main viewer."
The main viewer came to life and showed a grim picture. Several ships had already been destroyed. Kalain's fleet had been reduced by half while the enemy remained at full strength.
"Alyt, we just lost our drive fin, and our jump drive is off-line." The Alyt'sa tried hard not to become overwhelmed by panic as their fleet was being destroyed.
"Alyt'sa, send a battle report to the Grey Council, quickly! All ships, retreat!"
"Transmission sent, Alyt."
Kalain couldn't believe what had happened. He was so confident only five minutes ago. That confidence had been shattered along with much of his bridge. Two more ships were sliced apart by Shadow beams as they attempted to open jump points.
"Alyt, one of our remaining ships will open a jump point for us," the Alyt'sa informed him.
"Tell them to leave and inform the Grey Council at once. All hands, abandon ship!"
"Alyt?
Humbled, Kalain simply said. "Live long and proud as a Star Raider."
"Yes, Sir!"
Approximately 45 crew members evacuated the ship before it was destroyed. Only one Minbari ship successfully retreated, while all other ships were destroyed. Everyone would now know that the Shadows weren't some legends of old. They were a genuine threat to Minbari everywhere and maybe to Minbar itself.
U.S.S. Enterprise – Main Conference Room
-One week later-
The senior officers from all three ships were present in the room. The daily staff meetings had been canceled since the progress of the cloaking technology had been somewhat slow. Small conversations were being conducted around the table while they waited for Admiral Picard to begin the meeting.
"I trust you have good news to report, Mr. LaForge?" Picard asked.
"Yes, Sir, I do. The final tests were successful. We've reached nominal parity with current Klingon cloaking technology. However, we've made certain enhancements to reduce our subspace signature by closely coupling it to our standard ECM suite. This implementation will make our ships even more difficult to detect than Klingon ships, though still susceptible to tachyon detection grids."
"That's been a concern of mine since we met the locals," Maxwell said. "Their use of tachyon-based communications leaves us a bit exposed. Although the beams are low power, they won't take much to detect a cloaked ship given enough time and knowing what to look for."
"I agree, Captain," Picard said. "Unless we can develop a countermeasure, I intend to use our cloaking devices strategically for covert intelligence gathering or when there is a reduced chance of detection."
"Admiral, Captain Maxwell, and I have spent several hours studying Klingon fleet movement strategies. While most of us are very familiar with standard Klingon attack patterns and movements, there is more nuance in how they prepare to engage. We have adapted some of these strategies to match our fleet composition better. I've worked with Tactical on all three ships to update our battle computers with the new attack patterns," Riker added.
"Admiral, I would also like to suggest we add cloaking devices to our runabouts. They did serve as a useful testbed but, when properly equipped, could also be used in a similar capacity as the Klingon Wolf Packs with Birds of Prey," LaForge added.
"A fine idea, Commander. How long will it take to equip all ships plus runabouts with cloaking devices?"
"Six hours total, per ship. That will allow for enough time for installation, calibration, and validation. The runabouts will require about four."
"Make it so. We'll get underway once the last ship's been outfitted. Dismissed."
Babylon 5 – Green Sector – Ambassador Delenn's Quarters
-Next Day-
Alyt Neroon walked into Delenn's quarters without his usual arrogance. Delenn noticed this immediately, which concerned her greatly. She was already worried because Neroon never visited her and barely acknowledged her most of the time.
Neroon walked further into the living area and took a seat. "Delenn, thank you for meeting with me. I have grave news from the homeworld."
"I've already heard about the Shadow attacks if that's what you are referring to."
"Delenn, these were more than simple attacks. We've lost three task forces! The Shadows destroyed over 30 ships and hundreds of Nials, and we could not destroy a single ship!"
"I know, Neroon. I've been trying to tell you and the Warrior Caste about the dangers posed by the Shadows. Yet, you've discounted my warnings at every turn. Now, you understand why we need to unite with the other younger races to fight."
"There may be some truth to that. However, I strongly question joining a human-led alliance. Humans are weak and aren't fit to lead the Minbari fleet."
"I disagree. Captain Sheridan has proven to be a strong and honorable leader. He can lead us to victory. I'm sure of it."
"I doubt that, Delenn, and I'm not the only one. None of the Alyt's I've spoken to will join an alliance under his leadership. The Minbari must lead any alliance. We are the strongest of the younger races. The Minbari are the obvious choice to lead the fleet."
Delenn sighed. "I will speak to Captain Sheridan. I fear we're running out of time, and if we don't unite soon, all will be lost."
"I will leave it up to you to convince Starkiller what must be done. Let me know when you have convinced him."
Neroon got up from his chair and walked out. Delenn was left speechless. She was glad that the Warrior Caste was willing to join an alliance, but she was also disappointed that they insisted on leading it. She felt that would only end in disaster. She hoped that Picard returned soon, or they would have no choice but to accept Neroon's demand.
Babylon 5 – Sheridan's Office
-Two days later-
Sheridan sat behind his desk and reviewed yet another report. There was so much going on that he had difficulty sometimes concentrating, especially with his ever-present headache. He closed his eyes for a few moments, then heard the door chime.
"Come in."
Ivanova walked in with a concerned look on her face.
"John, have you heard anything from Admiral Picard or Captain Garrett?" Ivanova asked.
"Yeah. Picard's fleet is on its way back here. He said that they successfully implemented a new tactical system on their ships and that he's now ready to discuss next steps." Sheridan said.
"Does that mean that they're going to join the alliance? If anything, the attacks have only worsened over the last two weeks."
"I know. I know." Sheridan sighed. "I've wanted to ask Picard for an answer more times than I can count, but I never did. I have to trust that he will do the right thing. They can simply leave if I push him too hard, and we'll most likely lose. I've developed a good rapport with him and think I understand him. He will help us."
"I hope you're right."
"That makes two of us."
U.S.S. Enterprise – Main Conference Room
—-A few hours later—-
The Starfleet ships returned to Babylon 5 space. Picard noticed even more vessels had arrived at the station since Starfleet's departure almost one month ago. Garrett hailed the station to invite Sheridan and his party to discuss the alliance as soon as they arrived. Picard had considered contacting Sheridan directly; however, he wanted to respect Garrett's position as Chief Diplomatic Officer.
Sheridan wasted no time assembling his team to transport over to the Enterprise to hear Picard's decision.
"Captain, Commander, Ambassador, thank you for coming. Please be seated," Picard asked the group. "Now that we're all here, let me show you what we've been doing for the past three weeks. Computer, begin playback."
A holographic display appeared, blocking the view out of the windows of the conference room. The video showed the results from the final day of testing and validating all three ships' cloaking devices. Picard noted the expressions of each Babylon 5 resident. Ivanova's facial expressions varied between confused and indifferent, as though she had witnessed technical malfunctions in the video playback. Delenn looked horrified because she assumed that Shadow technology had been installed on the Starfleet warships. Sheridan nodded and smiled. He knew what he was seeing. He didn't know how it was being done, but he recognized the tactical advantages immediately.
"Are you using Shadow technology, Admiral?" Delenn asked as soon as the video stopped.
"No, Ambassador. We have implemented what we call cloaking technology. Such a device can render a ship invisible and undetectable to all but the most focused sensor scans. There are races in our universe that use such technology, and I can assure you that no Shadow technologies are being used on our ships."
"Thank you, Admiral. That is quite a relief."
"Admiral, this will be a rude awakening for the Shadows, giving them a taste of their own medicine," Sheridan added.
"My thoughts exactly, Captain. As I told you previously, I don't have Starfleet's support here, so I need every advantage possible. Now that we have cloaking devices installed on all of our ships and the ability to detect ships in hyperspace, I believe we are as ready as we can be."
"Admiral, that is what I want to talk to you about. While you were away, the reports of attacks have increased, and more refugees have arrived. I must ask again, especially given your new capabilities, will you join us against the Shadows?"
"Captain, I have discussed your request with my officers. Though there are reservations, I have decided we'll join your alliance."
Sheridan was relieved. Having Picard's ships join the alliance was the first step to ensuring the defeat of the Shadows. However, there was something else he needed from Picard. "Admiral, I can't thank you enough for joining our fight. Please understand that I wouldn't have asked if there had been any other way. Unfortunately, I have another request that I must make." Sheridan paused for a moment, then forged ahead with the request. "None of the officers on my staff, nor among the potential allied fleet, have significant fleet command combat experience. Babylon 5 is my largest command to date, and it's not quite the same as leading a fleet into combat against an enemy as dangerous as the Shadows. To give us the greatest chance for success, I'd like you to lead the fleet."
Picard had a stunned look on his face. This request hadn't been anticipated. "Why me, Captain? I'd assumed that you'd lead the fleet. Are you sure this decision won't undermine the alliance?"
"Not at all. I believe that it will strengthen it. You've demonstrated the ability to defeat a Shadow vessel, and your command experience is obvious; there's no one better qualified than you to lead the fleet. I hope your presence will convince the remaining holdouts that we have a reasonable chance of winning the war. I've scheduled a meeting at 15:00 with the League of Non-Aligned Worlds to discuss the alliance and the war. I plan to show them the battle footage and introduce you to the other races. So, Admiral, do you accept?"
Picard thought about the request for a few moments. This is the moment he and Guinan had discussed. Either he was all in, or he wasn't. Therefore, there was only one choice to make. "I accept. My captains and I will be there. Transmit the coordinates, and we'll beam over."
"I can't thank you enough, Admiral."
"Captain, there was only one choice to make. The Shadows threaten us all. Nowhere is safe until they are defeated. I believe that now more than ever."
Babylon 5 – Green Sector
Lt. Commander Troi had been looking forward to this day; all of the Betazoids in the fleet had. She had spoken with the other Betazoids on how to approach the Vorlon. Ultimately, they decided that Troi would only ask a few questions and avoid making any demands. She was glad that Sheridan and Delenn had offered to accompany her and Garrett to meet with the Vorlon Ambassador.
The four of them walked down the deserted hallway. Sheridan had ensured that the section had been cleared before they met with Kosh. As they rounded the corner, Sheridan spotted a lone occupant in the middle of the hallway, Ambassador Kosh.
"Ambassador Kosh, these people are Captain Garrett and Lt. Commander Troi of Starfleet. They would like to discuss the planet they call Betazed with you," Sheridan said.
Kosh came closer to the group and then began. "You should not be here. You don't belong here."
Garrett stepped forward and spoke to Kosh. "You have no idea how right you are. We didn't plan to come here but were brought here against our wishes. Unfortunately, we cannot return to our home universe, so we're here to stay, for now."
Kosh then looked closely at Troi. "You are one of our children from the protected planet. How did you leave?"
Garrett looked at Troi, who was solely focused on Kosh. "I didn't leave Betazed here. I'm from the same planet in our universe. We discovered the same planet here and wished to meet our people here. Your ship prevented that from happening."
"The planet must be protected," Kosh said.
"I agree. The planet must be protected. Did the Shadows attack the planet?" Troi asked.
"Yes."
"When?"
"During the last Great War."
"Can we be permitted to visit?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"The Shadows will return and will attack."
"What is so important about Betazed?" Garrett asked.
"You wouldn't understand."
"Is that why you artificially took Betazoid DNA and inserted it into the Minbari and humans of this universe? You needed their telepathy, but why?" Garrett pressed Kosh.
"The Shadows."
"What about the Shadows?" Sheridan asked.
"Telepathy disrupts the control of Shadow ships."
"Disrupts it how?" Sheridan asked again.
"You will soon find out," Kosh said before leaving the area.
"Are you OK, Commander?" Garrett asked Troi.
"Yes, Ma'am. I'm fine."
"This changes things greatly. We need to figure out how telepaths affect Shadow ships, and we need to identify all telepaths that can help us," Delenn said.
"Delenn, we'll have to rely mostly on Minbar for this until we can get the other races on board. Captain, do you have any telepaths?" Sheridan asked Garrett.
"We have several across our three ships. I'll speak to the admiral about this."
"Thank you."
"I'm concerned about Betazed. It seems safe, for now. But, if the Vorlons leave, it will be defenseless. They'll need our protection," Troi told Garrett.
Garrett saw the look in Troi's eyes and answered honestly. "It's ultimately the admiral's decision. We'll give him a full report once we return. I'm sure he'll do what's best for all of us, "Garrett said in a less than enthusiastic voice. Troi could sense the captain's apprehension about helping Betazed but said nothing.
"It looks like we're done here. This way," Sheridan told the group.
