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Genius Loci
by J. Michael Straczynski
page 4
     "Is it possible?  After so long…"
     "Possible, and real," G'Kar said.  "I was…" He stopped, did not choose to say,  I was responsible.  I helped in the plan to kill the Centauri emperor Cartagia and overthrow Centauri rule, even though it was true.  He had come far to avoid that kind of attention.  I was there when it happened," he said.
     "Bless G'Quan," Ka'Dath said.  "the elder will be pleased."
     "The elder?"
     "Yes.  That is who I'm taking you to see," he said, and indicated a hut in the center of the village, larger than the rest.  "Afterward, there will be a feast in your honor.  For bringing us this news, for offering us the chance to return home, you shall be hailed a hero."
     G'Kar shrugged.  Was this his lot, to be forever elevated above what he felt was his position?  Were people so quick to find heroes these days that they would choose someone who just happened to stumble onto their existence?
     Every time he thought he had the universe figured out, it did something like this to him.
     And perhaps that is the point, he considered.
     "Aside from our people, are there any others here?" he asked as they approached the elder's hut.
     Ka'Dath seemed to hesitate before answering.  "I would not be surprised," he said. Lyta came out into another clearing where makeshift quonset huts had been erected, bright white corrugated plastisteel reflecting the sunlight.  She recognized Drazi, and Centauri, and other races as well as humans.  
"Are they all telepaths?" she asked.
     Her companion nodded.  On their way here he had said his name was Samuel.
     "How do you all get along?"
     "By respecting on another's privacy.  There are no unauthorized scans here, not because we are forbidden by rules or regulations, but because we respect one another.  This is a place where telepaths from every world can gather and be safe."
     "What about the crew of the Psi Corps mothership that came here?"
     He stopped.  "You know about that?"
     "We found it floating dead in hyperspace."
     He nodded again.  "They heard this was a sanctuary from the kind of persecution the Corps represents, and they came to take up back to Earth with them."
     "What happened?"
     "We resisted.  And when the others aboard saw what 
we had here the kind of life we had created for ourselves, most of them joined us.
     "The survivor we found said this was a terrible place.  
He said his crew were all dead."
     "Freedom is always terrible to those who would impose their will on others.  As I said, most of them joined us.  The rest struck off on their own, thinking that if we were here, then others must be as well.  They hoped to find another group they could enlist in their cause.  Last I heard, they 
were running out of supplies and lost.
     "The survivor you found probably said what he said in 
 hopes of convincing others to come here in force.  I can imagine how easy it would be to believe a story like that."
     He looked over at her, saw the expression on her face, saw that she had indeed believed him.  He smiled.  "some 
of those who joined us are away hunting, but you'll find 
most of the rest here.  They'll confirm what I told you if 
you have any doubts."
     She smiled back.  "it's not that I doubt you, Samuel," 
she said.  "It's just that I've never heard of a whole ship of Corps telepaths changing sides like that before."
     "Meaning it could have happened, and you've simply never heard about it… or the world we've carved out for ourselves is more attractive than even we realized."
     "Maybe so," she said, looking around.  This was the
kind of environment she had dreamed of creating for her people, a place of safety and mutual respect.  No one here wore Psi badges, or gloves, or was forced into a kind of slave labor by normals.
     "One other thing,' she said.  "I had a companion with me when I landed, a Narn.  His name is G'Kar.  We got separated in the forest.  We've been through a lot together, and I'd hate to lose him now.  If you could send out a scouting party to look for him-"
     "Of course," he said.  "I'm sure he'll turn up.  Meanwhile, would you like something to eat?  You must be starved 
after all that walking."
 
A tray of food was spread out before the pallet where the elder half lay, half sat, considering his guest.  
"You do not eat, Citizen G'Kar," he said.
     "In due time," G'Kar said.
     "You have questions."
     G'Kar smiled.  "It seems questions are all I am fated 
ever to have, it seems," he said.  "Nothing would please 
me more than to stumble across an answer from time to 
time, but that does not appear to be a real possibility."
     "Then perhaps you are intended to be an answer for others, rather than to have answers given to you by others."
     "I don't understand."
     "As the eldest among us, I have led our people here 
since we were freed from captivity by the crash of the Centauri vessel.  But I am not well; I do not believe I will survive the coming winter."
     "I'm sorry."
     "So not be.  My only regret was that I had not yet found someone who could lead my people, guide them in creating 
a new world for themselves here."
     "Don't you want to return to Narn?"
     "At first, that was all we dreamed of.  But in truth, we 
will always be a target for our enemies, who dream only 
of our eventual extinction.  It would be our ultimate revenge to create a colony totally unknown to everyone, so that if 
one day our people are attacked again-if our homeworld should fall-our race could rise from the ashes here in this secret place and fight to reclaim our home and avenge our 
people."
     G'Kar smiled and paused.  He picked up one of the fruits on the table and considered it for what seemed a long time before he finally spoke.  "I have only one other question," he said.
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Genius Loci
by J. Michael Straczynski
page 4
     "Is it possible?  After so long…"
     "Possible, and real," G'Kar said.  "I was…" He stopped, did not choose to say,  I was responsible.  I helped in the plan to kill the Centauri emperor Cartagia and overthrow Centauri rule, even though it was true.  He had come far to avoid that kind of attention.  I was there when it happened," he said.
     "Bless G'Quan," Ka'Dath said.  "the elder will be pleased."
     "The elder?"
     "Yes.  That is who I'm taking you to see," he said, and indicated a hut in the center of the village, larger than the rest.  "Afterward, there will be a feast in your honor.  For bringing us this news, for offering us the chance to return home, you shall be hailed a hero."
     G'Kar shrugged.  Was this his lot, to be forever elevated above what he felt was his position?  Were people so quick to find heroes these days that they would choose someone who just happened to stumble onto their existence?
     Every time he thought he had the universe figured out, it did something like this to him.
     And perhaps that is the point, he considered.
     "Aside from our people, are there any others here?" he asked as they approached the elder's hut.
     Ka'Dath seemed to hesitate before answering.  "I would not be surprised," he said. Lyta came out into another clearing where makeshift quonset huts had been erected, bright white corrugated plastisteel reflecting the sunlight.  She recognized Drazi, and Centauri, and other races as well as humans.  
"Are they all telepaths?" she asked.
     Her companion nodded.  On their way here he had said his name was Samuel.
     "How do you all get along?"
     "By respecting on another's privacy.  There are no unauthorized scans here, not because we are forbidden by rules or regulations, but because we respect one another.  This is a place where telepaths from every world can gather and be safe."
     "What about the crew of the Psi Corps mothership that came here?"
     He stopped.  "You know about that?"
     "We found it floating dead in hyperspace."
     He nodded again.  "They heard this was a sanctuary from the kind of persecution the Corps represents, and they came to take up back to Earth with them."
     "What happened?"
     "We resisted.  And when the others aboard saw what 
we had here the kind of life we had created for ourselves, most of them joined us.
     "The survivor we found said this was a terrible place.  
He said his crew were all dead."
     "Freedom is always terrible to those who would impose their will on others.  As I said, most of them joined us.  The rest struck off on their own, thinking that if we were here, then others must be as well.  They hoped to find another group they could enlist in their cause.  Last I heard, they 
were running out of supplies and lost.
     "The survivor you found probably said what he said in 
 hopes of convincing others to come here in force.  I can imagine how easy it would be to believe a story like that."
     He looked over at her, saw the expression on her face, saw that she had indeed believed him.  He smiled.  "some 
of those who joined us are away hunting, but you'll find 
most of the rest here.  They'll confirm what I told you if 
you have any doubts."
     She smiled back.  "it's not that I doubt you, Samuel," 
she said.  "It's just that I've never heard of a whole ship of Corps telepaths changing sides like that before."
     "Meaning it could have happened, and you've simply never heard about it… or the world we've carved out for ourselves is more attractive than even we realized."
     "Maybe so," she said, looking around.  This was the
kind of environment she had dreamed of creating for her people, a place of safety and mutual respect.  No one here wore Psi badges, or gloves, or was forced into a kind of slave labor by normals.
     "One other thing,' she said.  "I had a companion with me when I landed, a Narn.  His name is G'Kar.  We got separated in the forest.  We've been through a lot together, and I'd hate to lose him now.  If you could send out a scouting party to look for him-"
     "Of course," he said.  "I'm sure he'll turn up.  Meanwhile, would you like something to eat?  You must be starved 
after all that walking."
 
A tray of food was spread out before the pallet where the elder half lay, half sat, considering his guest.  
"You do not eat, Citizen G'Kar," he said.
     "In due time," G'Kar said.
     "You have questions."
     G'Kar smiled.  "It seems questions are all I am fated 
ever to have, it seems," he said.  "Nothing would please 
me more than to stumble across an answer from time to 
time, but that does not appear to be a real possibility."
     "Then perhaps you are intended to be an answer for others, rather than to have answers given to you by others."
     "I don't understand."
     "As the eldest among us, I have led our people here 
since we were freed from captivity by the crash of the Centauri vessel.  But I am not well; I do not believe I will survive the coming winter."
     "I'm sorry."
     "So not be.  My only regret was that I had not yet found someone who could lead my people, guide them in creating 
a new world for themselves here."
     "Don't you want to return to Narn?"
     "At first, that was all we dreamed of.  But in truth, we 
will always be a target for our enemies, who dream only 
of our eventual extinction.  It would be our ultimate revenge to create a colony totally unknown to everyone, so that if 
one day our people are attacked again-if our homeworld should fall-our race could rise from the ashes here in this secret place and fight to reclaim our home and avenge our 
people."
     G'Kar smiled and paused.  He picked up one of the fruits on the table and considered it for what seemed a long time before he finally spoke.  "I have only one other question," he said.
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