To the Reader, thank you for reviewing, thank you for launching into a rant. I expected at least one rant from the trekkers to be honest .grins. Your right on both accounts, the Gou'ald don't improve, they simply steal and adjust. The Prometheus could barely stand up to a Ha'tak in full combat mode and yet it is far more advanced than anything the EA has. With regards to the Federation and the Borg, Federation phasers are pretty standard among their ships and hasn't been changed in over a hundred years, they've had no need to, if it had been in Kirk's era, I think Ba'al would've had his job cut out for him.

I'd just like to remind everyone, Ba'als fleet are advanced, way advanced as in they could cut down the Romulans without even blinking. Anubis did this because he .knew. what threats were out there, thanks to his time in ascension, let the battles commence!!

The Trinity

Welcome to the neighbourhood

The ship was part of a race known as the Abbai and they were the founders of what was the League of Non-Aligned Worlds. The humans it turned out, played a very large role in both its defence and negotiations; they were the protectors and seekers of justice.

So, it had come to the Abbai cruiser as something of a shock when the humans on board the ship hadn't known who or what Earth Force or the Babylon station was. Everyone who was anyone knew Babylon 5; it was the hub of the galaxy.

When Jack and the others had seen pictures that the very amphibious race had shown them, they had been shocked. It was a place where humans and aliens, wrapped in two million, five hundred thousand tons of spinning metal, worked together to achieve their goals without having to resort to open warfare. Of course things didn't always go according to plan, as the humans themselves so easily found out.

The Abbai understood and had, to a certain extent, figured out that they were not from around here. He thought long and hard about what he should do with these lost humans.

"Earth is at war with itself, so it is probably not the best place to be at the moment."

"What about Babylon 5?"

The Abbai nodded solemnly.

"They are alone, apart from their whole, and it would probably do them good to make some new friends."

Jack smirked. "It would also be good for us to find a place to dock and make repairs."

"Of course."

"Is there anything we can offer?"

So far the Abbai had provided them with maps, technological schematics, details on the races at large, including the mysterious First Ones known as the Shadows and Vorlons, and had asked nothing in return. The Abbai shook his head, "We are forever in the humans' debt; all that I ask is that you remember us."

The two shook hands.

"We can do that."

The Abbai took the Prometheus to the local Jump Gate and activated it. The crew were stunned and more than a little nervous about seeing the orange haze of Hyperspace. The Abbai had, over the communications channel, assured them that it was quite safe and that he had used it nearly all his life.

Ronson had shrugged his shoulders, made a little prayer and told the crew to go ahead, they knew what to do. The powerful ion engines burned and sent them through the vortex, and once safely there made they their way to Babylon 5.

The journey took three days. Repairs were made as best they could, and the ship's systems were brought online with Sam, Jonas and Major Gant all working overtime to get things flowing again. When it was done, Sam would sit down with the two and started discussing the ship, the galaxy, and the possibility that they might be there for a long time.

Captain John Sheridan sat down in his office with a deep sigh. What had happened? What had gone wrong with the universe? He thought about it as he stared at his office, 'his' office. It truly was his now, not Earth Forces', but his. Ever since they'd broken away from Earth Gov, things had gotten chaotic.

They'd fought against Nightwatch and had beaten them back, and in the process saved Delenn from an untimely death. His future wife, who he knew with certainty now would be, had gone back to Minbar to confront the Council. They had fought off Earth Force with his fiancé's help and had barely survived.

The war between the Narn and the Centauri was coming to a head, and the war between the Vorlons and the Shadows was now starting to heat up viciously.

He sighed and put the paperwork down; he didn't see the point in it at the moment. He rubbed his tired eyes and thought heavenwards. What he needed at the moment was a miracle.

God decided to listen and at that the very moment he finished that thought his comm. badge beeped. He slapped it and spoke.

"Sheridan. Go."

"Sir." It was Lieutenant Corwin, the inexperienced crewmember that hadn't been sure of his loyalties that had proven to be a valuable member of his crew. He was glad that David had chosen to stay with him on this one. "We're receiving urgent communication from an Abbai trading vessel."

"Abbai?"

"Yes, sir. The Captain has requested to speak with you personally, saying that he has something that you would consider valuable."

Valuable? Coming from an Abbai, it would no doubt be interesting. The fish-like race had been instrumental in getting the early Earth Force included in the League Of Non-Aligned Worlds campaign against the Dilgar.

"Okay, Lieutenant. I'll meet him in the docking bay."

"Roger that. I'll let him know. Corwin out."

John met the Abbai in the docking bay, who had come out with a blonde haired woman. The Abbai had explained that it had met in the old Dilgar space what it thought to be an Earth Force ship in need of assistance. He went onto explain how when he approached the ship he had determined that it was not Earth Force, the crew were not from Earth but from an alternate reality. John had blinked in surprise when he had heard that and had decided that it was indeed a good thing he hadn't called any security to come with him, as the last thing he wanted was for Earth Force to hear about this and get their hands on any advanced technology, should they have it.

The blonde haired woman studied him with curious blue eyes She didn't look threatened by him, or threatening, but John knew more than most, don't judge a book by its cover.

"Captain John Sheridan, formerly of Earth Force. Welcome to Babylon 5."

She smiled and snapped him a parade perfect salute.

"Major Samantha Carter of the Tau'ri, sir."

He smiled and saluted back; wherever she was from, she was definitely military. Hell, judging from her stance she might even be Earth military.

"Let's go somewhere private."

"If you don't mind, I would like to attend to business while you to talk." The Abbai said. Neither John nor Sam had a problem with that, and arranged a time and place to meet should things go well. They made their way to a room that John knew was secure. He had asked the Technomage before he left as a personal favour to scan the room for bugs. The Mage had done so and had discovered many planted all over it and had destroyed them all within mere minutes. He'd then done one better and had cleared John's office and the meeting room.

Once they stepped into the meeting room and were a good way in, he stopped, turned about face and looked at her. "Who are you and what do you want?"

She'd expected such a reaction from the man, although not quite so hostile. Mind you, with the events of the last couple of months she didn't blame him. The information that the Abbai had given her had been incredibly detailed; they knew practically all of the current affairs with the major races.

"Major Samantha Carter of the USAF Prometheus of Earth."

John blinked. "USAF?"

He knew the term, everyone in Earth did, but it hadn't existed in hundreds of years.

"United States Air Force."

"Impossible, there hasn't been an Air force for nearly two hundred years."

Sam winced. "I know; we're not exactly from around here."

He looked at her for a long moment.

"Then where are you from?"

She smiled.

"What do you know about M-theory?"

The alien being was trapped in the observation room with an active drone. Ba'al stood silently with Nerus as they watched the events unfold.

At first, when the drone had activated, it had simply ignored the alien, scanned the room, and looked for a way out. Unlike conventional Tau'ri rooms, it did not have a door. Instead the room was covered in golden hieroglyphs that were designed to put the occupier off trying to escape. For the majority of the time, it worked. This time appeared to be the case too; the drone looked around the room scanning each section without much success.

For a full five minutes nothing happened. The alien sat in the corner of the room sobbing uncontrollably, until finally it lost its mind and lunged at the drone.

Even Ba'al knew this to be a mistake. When the creature hit the Drone over the back of the head, the drone stopped what it was doing and turned around to face the alien. It then struck out with a fist and knocked the pathetic creature backwards, stunning it. Grabbing it with its right arm, it used its left to inject two tubes into the alien's throat. Ba'al winced when he saw this, but Nerus simply looked fascinated by the whole ordeal.

The creature let out a pained howl as the drone started pumping nanoprobes into the alien's body. After a full minute of this, the creature sagged to the ground.

Nerus worked quickly, punching in commands and watching as a white beam of light engulfed the drone and sent it to a different room. He then put the scanners to maximum and they watched as the alien became a member of the Borg.

"Are we ready for trials?"

"Yes, my lord." Nerus said excitedly.

"Very well, begin. If the host dies," Ba'al shrugged his shoulders. "Get another."

The Borg had noticed the missing cube, and had determined that it was worth the investigation. While normally they wouldn't bother with such an insignificant thing, this deserved closer attention. It was not every day, after all, that a Borg ship could be simply wiped out. The Federation did not have such technology, nor did the Romulans. The only creatures that they were aware of was species 8472, but even they hadn't come to the Alpha Quadrant.

The Queen mused over this as she dispatched five cubes to the location. It was time, she thought, to change, to adapt and to become stronger. If indeed there was an enemy out there worthy of her attention, she would see to it that they were either assimilated or destroyed.

"Resistance," the Queen said to no one in particular, "Is after all futile."