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[ A ISN reporter walks down a hallway in Babylon 5 ,towards a camera and begins speaking.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I'm Linda Andrers of ISN at Babylon 5. Babylon 5 has been a pillar of hope and strength since the civil war began. Now , with the war over, Babylon 5 remains that same pillar of hope and strength .Her crew is one of the bravest, and most diverse as well as being one of the best. However , a heartbreaking blow has befallen this station and her crew. Six months ago a distress call came in. A group of six fighters went to respond. One fighter returned , a damaged ship in tow. The others side behind to investigate what happened. Not long after the fighter returned a shock wave hit the station. Although no one here was injured, Commander Sinclair, Babylon 5's CO, was worried about the five fighters that had stayed behind. When the second group passed through the jump gate to where the fighters were , they encountered a horrifying sight," she said," Four of the fighters had been destroyed , their pilots dead and the fifth one missing. The deaths of the four officers are mourned by their friends and family ,here and on Earth. It seems ,however, that the loss that reverberates the most and is mourned most is the loss of Babylon 5's beloved head of security."
Sinclair set the reports down on his desk and rubbed his hands together. Six months had passed since his best friend had vanished. The memorial service for Garibaldi and the four officers who'd died was being held later that day. Though he knew he would have to get up and speak , Sinclair wasn't sure he was up to it. He placed the reports in his desk drawer and returned to his quarters. He began changing into his dress uniform when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Are you alright?" Catherine asked.
"I…I-" he started, but he couldn't finish.
He sat on the bed and for the first time in six months Jeffery Sinclair cried for the dear friend he'd lost as his fiancée placed a comforting arm around his shoulders.
Garibaldi sat quietly on his bed ,waiting. He'd developed something of a routine here. From 8 PM to 6 AM , he slept. Then at 6:30 , Tolar's men came for him, then from 6:45 to 11:45 ,he was tortured and asked the same questions ,either about Babylon 5 or about the period in which he blacked out. He was returned to his cell . At noon he was given lunch through the sliding plate in the cell door. At 12:30 , he was taken from his cell and tortured again. At 7 PM , he was brought to the prison mess hall and ate dinner. At 7: 45, he was once more to his cell where he collapsed onto his bed exhausted and was asleep by 8 PM.
He was somewhat surprised when he was brought to the mess hall for the first time. Though he'd guessed he was in a prison, what surprised him were the amount of aliens that were there ,aliens that he'd never seen. Apparently, from the whispers he heard, Garibaldi was a high risk prisoner , and the rest were ordered to keep clear. Not that the human cared. He didn't want to know anybody here. He just focused on how he would get out of there. His suspicious nature allowed him to keep on his toes. He watched the guards, he watched the other prisoners. All the human wanted to do was get out of there and home. He noticed that they were all the same race: humanoid aliens with horns in the center of their foreheads.
Garibaldi laid back ,yawning. It was almost 6:30 so the guards were probably on their way. The door clanged open and he stood. They cuffed him and led him out. Garibaldi was unsure of how much time had passed between his capture and this point. They no longer covered his head ,or kept him out of sight of other prisoners. He was seated in a chair in the interrogation room. Pacing in front of his chair , was General Tolar. Tall ,lean and pale-skinned , Tolar was taller then most of the others of his race. The horn on his head was black with blood red streaks, as was his hair. He fiddled with a ring on his left hand as he paced.
"Mr. Garibaldi, for the past few days ,instead of your usual insistence that you remember almost nothing before we captured you and your stern refusal to tell us about your station , you have , instead, chosen to remain silent. Why?" Tolar asked.
"What would the point be of doing that anymore? You bastards won't listen to me," Garibaldi snarled.
His answer earned him a backhand. Tolar's ring cut deep into his skin, deep enough ,perhaps to leave a scar. Garibaldi sat stone-faced and unflinching. He didn't really feel the pain of the wounds anymore , he'd just gotten used to it.
That night ,however, Garibaldi found himself unable to sleep. He sighed and rolled over onto his side so he face the wall. He closed his eyes once more in an attempt to sleep. Suddenly, he felt a hand cover his mouth . He rolled over , instinctively prepared to defend himself. Instead , he found himself looking into a young alien face.
"Do you want out , my friend?" The young man asked.
Garibaldi nodded slowly. The young man removed his hand and motioned for silence. The human followed his new friend. The young alien lead him through a air duct into another cell. There were about thirty or so other prisoners there. The two joined the others ,who were looking at maps. They were all young ,most were probably no older then sixteen or seventeen. Once Garibaldi and his companion joined them ,they started telling him their names.
"Don't tell me your names. I'll learn them later, after we get out of here," he said , interrupting them quickly.
Garibaldi's commanding presence seemed to make some of the others a little nervous. They went over the plan ,bringing the human up to speed. He noticed a map of the launch area. He also noticed that a transport ship had been circled ,as had several fighters on the launch pad.
"How many of you kids can fly these fighters?" he asked.
Fifteen people raised their hands. It was a pretty good number.
"Okay . I need you kids to get to theses fighters. My own fighter's in here somewhere. Now can anybody fly that transport?" he asked.
His young friend raised his hand.
"Alright. You're going to fly that transport. Those of you who can't fly a fighter ,I want you to get on that transport. Those of us in the fighters will cover you," Garibaldi explained.
"But sir, where will we go?" asked one of the kids.
"We'll head for Babylon 5. It's a safe haven for anyone who needs it."
The kids nodded .They liked the plan. Now it was time to set the plan into motion. One kid unlocked the cell door, opened it , and checked to see if the coast was clear. They followed the plan , and raided a supply closet. Garibaldi found his uniform. He pulled his young friend over to one side. Before Garibaldi could say anything , they heard guards passing. As the guards passed, the group heard something shocking. Tolar was planning to attack Babylon 5 and explain it to his government as a preemptive strike against those encroaching on their space.
"Kid , listen. If I get caught don't come back for me. Give this uniform to Commander Sinclair. He'll understand. Babylon 5 has to be warned at all costs. I'm counting on you to warn them if something happens to me. Promise me you'll do it," Garibaldi said quietly to the young alien.
"But sir-" the kid started.
"Promise me," Garibaldi said.
" I promise."
The group slipped passed the guards and sensors. The guards they couldn't slip past were knocked out. The escapees made it to the launch platform without a hitch. As they climbed over the fence, a guard spotted them and sounded the alarm. Garibaldi shouted for the kids to run and get to the ships. The human spotted his fighter and ran as fast as he could. He felt himself get tackled from behind.
"Take off!" he shouted to the kids.
As Garibaldi struggled against the guards , fifteen fighters and a transport ship took off. He watched them head to the stars , making for the nearest jump gate.