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Genius Loci
by J. Michael
Straczynski
page 2
The small vessel-christened by G'Kar the
Na'Toth--
emerged from the wheel-shaped space station and arced
toward the local jump gate, disappearing from normal space into the
violent maelstrom that was hyperspace.
G'Kar estimated it would take eight days to
reach sector 843. He nodded in satisfaction. It would give him
time to work on his book. Since the early-and
unauthorized-publication back home of his personal journal, he had decided
to use these later chapters to correct some of the more intemperate
chapters written earlier, when he had been a much angrier Narn.
These early chapters were being used to justify all kinds of disagreeable
notions back home involving Narn superiority, and he didn't much care for
the idea.
Stylus in had, he
paused, remembering the events at Durk 3. He sometimes
wondered if he was trying too hard to destroy the image of the holy figure
so many of his people believed him to be. He had no real interest in
the Kurla woman. He was trying to find the Narn he had once been,
not to embrace or recapture it, but to create a balance in his own
life. If in his past he had been too much the-what was the word Lyta
used: Ah, yes-if he had been too much the rascal, and if recently
he had become too much the priest, then perhaps finding a median between
the two would allow him to create a G'Kar that he, and his people, could
accept equally.
He was about to begin
writing this newest revelation when the proximity alert on the Na'Toth
sounded. Typical, he thought, turning to the controls.
No one understands the writer's need for silence and privacy.
G'Kar was calling up the image from the aft
monitor as Lyta appeared in the door to the main compartment. "What
is it?"
"A ship," G'Kar said, checking the
instruments. They looked up as the image of the nearby vessel grew
on the monitor, emerging from behind a hyperspace veil.
The type of ship was on G'Kar had seen
before, a human vessel of the Asimov class, usually owned by commercial
transport companies. But there was a major difference: This
one featured a large Psi Corps symbol across the bow.
He glanced to Lyta, saw her eyes widen
at the sight. The Corps had been pursuing her vigorously since her
departure from Babylon 5. So far they had managed to
avoid detection, but that seemed about to change.
According to the scanners, the approaching
ship was bristling with weapons. G'Kar concluded that they couldn't
beat it in a fight and couldn't outrun it.
This should be interesting, he thought, and smiled. Nothing
brought out the best in G'Kar more than the prospect of a hopeless battle
against overwhelming forces.
Then he noticed
that the ship wasn't approaching under power. It was drifting, its
engines cold.
"Lyta," he started,
"its-"
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"I know."
He looked to her, and then
remembered that hyperspace amplified a telepath's abilities. He
tried not to think about it too much, because the idea of Lyta's
Vorlon-enhanced abilities being heightened any further was almost too much
to bear.
"I can only sense on mind on board,"
she said. "Badly wounded, almost dead. The rest…" She frowned.
"Dead?" G'Kar asked.
"No, A ship like that should have a crew of a
hundred or more. But there's no one else on board."
"Shall we investigate?"
Lyta
hesitated. Though he was not a telepath, G'Kar could tell she was
weighing the balance between curiosity and fear. There was always
the possibility of a trap.
"Take us in," Lyta
said finally.
G'Kar smiled as he angled the thrusters to take them
into the gaping docking bay of the derelict starship.
Lyta's heels clicked on the metal floor of
the Psi Corps mother-ship, the sound echoing sown the deserted
hallway. It was unsettling; the ship should have been busy, a blur
of activity and noise. But there was just the sound of her heels,
G'Kar's padded footsteps, and their breathing.
A check of the systems display confirmed that
the ship was operational, rotating to provide gravity and air, but the
engines had shut down after failing to receive any new commands within the
fail-safe period designed to keep a ship from moving to far off the beacon
system that made it possible to navigate the hyperspace byways without
getting lost.
The bridge was silent except
for the occasional ping of automatic instruments. A black-uniformed
Psi Cop lay on the floor, barely breathing, his face gaunt and drawn.
Lyta crouched down beside him and psi'd into
his thoughts. His eyes fluttered open, trying to focus on her.
If he recognized her, his thoughts gave no trace of it.
He tried to speak, but couldn't, his throat
dry, his lips cracked and bleeding, as though he had spent long days
without food or water
Don't try to
talk, she psi'd to him. What happened?
…
planet, he psi'd back, not on the charts, captain investigated…
terrible, terrible…
What about the
rest of the crew?
Dead. One
hundred thirty of us, dead…
At last he found her eyes.
Avenge our people, he psi'd. Avenge our---
Then he was gone. Lyta pulled back
quickly, not wanting to go with this thought as he dies. She caught
only a piece of them, the image of an endlessly expanding event horizon…
She blinked hard, pushing it away, and found
G'Kar staring at her.
"What did he
say?"
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Genius Loci
by J. Michael
Straczynski
page 2
The small vessel-christened by G'Kar the
Na'Toth--
emerged from the wheel-shaped space station and arced
toward the local jump gate, disappearing from normal space into the
violent maelstrom that was hyperspace.
G'Kar estimated it would take eight days to
reach sector 843. He nodded in satisfaction. It would give him
time to work on his book. Since the early-and
unauthorized-publication back home of his personal journal, he had decided
to use these later chapters to correct some of the more intemperate
chapters written earlier, when he had been a much angrier Narn.
These early chapters were being used to justify all kinds of disagreeable
notions back home involving Narn superiority, and he didn't much care for
the idea.
Stylus in had, he
paused, remembering the events at Durk 3. He sometimes
wondered if he was trying too hard to destroy the image of the holy figure
so many of his people believed him to be. He had no real interest in
the Kurla woman. He was trying to find the Narn he had once been,
not to embrace or recapture it, but to create a balance in his own
life. If in his past he had been too much the-what was the word Lyta
used: Ah, yes-if he had been too much the rascal, and if recently
he had become too much the priest, then perhaps finding a median between
the two would allow him to create a G'Kar that he, and his people, could
accept equally.
He was about to begin
writing this newest revelation when the proximity alert on the Na'Toth
sounded. Typical, he thought, turning to the controls.
No one understands the writer's need for silence and privacy.
G'Kar was calling up the image from the aft
monitor as Lyta appeared in the door to the main compartment. "What
is it?"
"A ship," G'Kar said, checking the
instruments. They looked up as the image of the nearby vessel grew
on the monitor, emerging from behind a hyperspace veil.
The type of ship was on G'Kar had seen
before, a human vessel of the Asimov class, usually owned by commercial
transport companies. But there was a major difference: This
one featured a large Psi Corps symbol across the bow.
He glanced to Lyta, saw her eyes widen
at the sight. The Corps had been pursuing her vigorously since her
departure from Babylon 5. So far they had managed to
avoid detection, but that seemed about to change.
According to the scanners, the approaching
ship was bristling with weapons. G'Kar concluded that they couldn't
beat it in a fight and couldn't outrun it.
This should be interesting, he thought, and smiled. Nothing
brought out the best in G'Kar more than the prospect of a hopeless battle
against overwhelming forces.
Then he noticed
that the ship wasn't approaching under power. It was drifting, its
engines cold.
"Lyta," he started,
"its-"
|
"I know."
He looked to her, and then
remembered that hyperspace amplified a telepath's abilities. He
tried not to think about it too much, because the idea of Lyta's
Vorlon-enhanced abilities being heightened any further was almost too much
to bear.
"I can only sense on mind on board,"
she said. "Badly wounded, almost dead. The rest…" She frowned.
"Dead?" G'Kar asked.
"No, A ship like that should have a crew of a
hundred or more. But there's no one else on board."
"Shall we investigate?"
Lyta
hesitated. Though he was not a telepath, G'Kar could tell she was
weighing the balance between curiosity and fear. There was always
the possibility of a trap.
"Take us in," Lyta
said finally.
G'Kar smiled as he angled the thrusters to take them
into the gaping docking bay of the derelict starship.
Lyta's heels clicked on the metal floor of
the Psi Corps mother-ship, the sound echoing sown the deserted
hallway. It was unsettling; the ship should have been busy, a blur
of activity and noise. But there was just the sound of her heels,
G'Kar's padded footsteps, and their breathing.
A check of the systems display confirmed that
the ship was operational, rotating to provide gravity and air, but the
engines had shut down after failing to receive any new commands within the
fail-safe period designed to keep a ship from moving to far off the beacon
system that made it possible to navigate the hyperspace byways without
getting lost.
The bridge was silent except
for the occasional ping of automatic instruments. A black-uniformed
Psi Cop lay on the floor, barely breathing, his face gaunt and drawn.
Lyta crouched down beside him and psi'd into
his thoughts. His eyes fluttered open, trying to focus on her.
If he recognized her, his thoughts gave no trace of it.
He tried to speak, but couldn't, his throat
dry, his lips cracked and bleeding, as though he had spent long days
without food or water
Don't try to
talk, she psi'd to him. What happened?
…
planet, he psi'd back, not on the charts, captain investigated…
terrible, terrible…
What about the
rest of the crew?
Dead. One
hundred thirty of us, dead…
At last he found her eyes.
Avenge our people, he psi'd. Avenge our---
Then he was gone. Lyta pulled back
quickly, not wanting to go with this thought as he dies. She caught
only a piece of them, the image of an endlessly expanding event horizon…
She blinked hard, pushing it away, and found
G'Kar staring at her.
"What did he
say?"
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