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Archive name: Babylon5 (MF, FF, F-alien)
Authors name: PJurado (pjurado@aol.com)
Story title : Babalon 5 - Morality War Chapter
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Babylon 5-Morality War
by PJ
Chapter 1
It was the Second Age of Humanity. The Earth year
was 2257. The Babylon Project was a dream given form,
a place for all the races of the galaxy to meet and
work peacefully. Babylon 5 was the latest station to
be constructed, the previous four had all been
destroyed by xenophobic Earth factions protesting the
principles of alien co- existence represented by the
massive stations.
Babylon 5 was a joint Earthgov/Minbari venture,
since the Earth Alliance could not afford to build
another station on its own. In exchange for financial
and material assistance, the Minbari government claimed
the right to name the commander of the facility, they
chose Captain Jeffrey Sinclair. Capt. Sinclair was a
distinguished naval officer, he served courageously
during the Minbari Border War and the Narn-sponsored
Mars Rebellion. The Minbari respected Sinclair as a
warrior and as a man who exercised restraint, he was
famous for treating Minbari prisoners of war with
fairness and compassion.
The main diplomatic body of Babylon 5 was the Ad-
visory Council, made up by the ambassadors of Earth,
Minbar, Centauri Prime, Narn, and Vorlon. The League
of Non-Aligned Worlds held a lesser role, they could
advise the Council, but had very little power of their
own since they were made up of a large number of varied
races. Captain Sinclair represented the Earth
Alliance, Ambassador Delenn spoke for the Minbari,
G'Kar spoke for Narn, Lindra Mollari represented the
Centauri, and Kosh Naranek spoke for the ancient
Vorlons.
Explosions blossomed around Babylon 5 as it rotated
serenely in space. Flocks of Starfury fighters care-
ened wildly around the station, emitting trails of
multi-colored fire while huge Omega-class Destroyers
spat more vibrant flame from their pulse cannons. The
long, sedate Destroyers sailed above and below the
station while a Narn Dreadnaught and a Centauri
Battlecruiser flew along B5's flanks, their own
fighters orbiting their ships and adding to the visual
spectacle. A Minbari warship hung in front of the
stations' entry bay, surrounded by Non-Aligned vessels
and agile fighters. The space around B5 was a graceful
cacophony of starships, a ballet enjoyed by several
hundred spectators as they watched from the enormous
view portals of the habitat area. The ambassadors
watched the show from an area near the Zen garden.
Food and drink were plentiful as the various alien
dignitaries preened at the military prowess of their
ships.
"Pity we cannot see the awe-spiring beauty of my
Regime's Dreadnaught," growled Ambassador G'Kar before
he drank heavily from a golden goblet. "This Centauri
ship is a joke."
"This Centauri ship was once part of a fleet that
filled the breadth of this galaxy," retorted Ambassador
Mollari with a sneer. "Your Dreadnaught isn't fit to
ferry fuel."
"Would you like to test the power of my ship?" spat
G"Kar.
"If we weren't in neutral space, you bet," glared
Lindra.
"Ambassadors, please!" placated Captain Sinclair as
he quickly moved between the two fuming aliens. "We
are trying to celebrate the beginning of an age of
peace."
"Your age won't be in my lifetime," replied G'Kar
before he stalked away from Sinclair and moved to chat
with a group of fellow Narn.
"The Narn are such a barbaric race," smiled Lindra
smoothly. "The universe will be a better place when
they are erased from existence."
"We need to understand the Narn so we can co-exist
with them," admonished Sinclair.
"The Narn only understand violence and death. They
will continue to threaten both of our realms unless
they are broken for all time," disagreed the beautiful
Centauri woman.
"I hope it won't come to that," frowned Jeffrey.
"You're an optimist. That's very charming," smiled
Lindra as she slid a slim arm around the captain's.
"Uhh, I better see to the other guests," excused
Sinclair while he escaped Lindra's grasp, then hastily
moved to a gathering of League representatives.
"Such a handsome human," grinned Lindra hungrily.
The assembled guests halted their conversations
when a bright Jumppoint emerged from empty space. A
long, exotic-shaped vessel exited Hyperspace, a Vorlon
Flyer. The other performing ships quickly moved out
of the Vorlon vessel's way as it slowed its approach,
aligning with B5's landing bay before sliding inside.
Fifteen minutes later, the ambassadors turned in unison
as ambassador Kosh entered the Zen Garden, his armored
form hovering above the ground as he drew close to the
awe-struck attendees.
"Welcome to Babylon 5, ambassador," greeted Sin-
clair.
The Vorlon nodded in acknowledgment, then looked up
at the assembled starships above.
"He who lives by the sword shall die by the sword,"
rasped Kosh from his glowing translator.
"Yes, that's a human expression," smiled Sinclair
appreciatively.
"There is truth in it," replied Kosh before he spun
around and floated out of the Garden.
"Not much of a party guy, is he?" remarked Lindra
as she slid up behind the captain.
Captain Sinclair entered his quarters, then slowly
eased out of his dress uniform jacket. A noise from
the bedroom jolted Sinclair fully awake, he unholstered
his PPG and aimed it at the sliding glass panel as it
moved aside. Catherine Sakai stood abruptly within the
paneled doorway, her brown eyes wide as she stared down
the barrel of Jeffrey's PPG.
"Hello to you, too," said Catherine as she raised
her arms into the air in surrender.
"Cath! I'm sorry!" grinned Jeff sheepishly as he
holstered his gun, then rushed forward to squeeze
Catherine tightly within an embrace.
"You're forgiven," whispered Catherine as she af-
fectionately nuzzled Jeff's neck.
"What are you doing on B5? I thought you had some
assignment along the Rim," said Jeff as he backed away,
his hands still resting on Catherine's shapely hips.
"I leave in a month, but I thought that I would
visit you first. This is your big day, opening cere-
monies for the station, right?" asked Cath.
"Yes, all of the represented governments are trying
to outdo each other," replied Jeff as he led Catherine
to a chair, then sat opposite her. "It's a real head-
ache."
"I can imagine," smiled Cath sympathetically.
"Well, hopefully I can cheer you up a bit."
"You already have," said Jeffrey. "I can use the
company."
"Lonely at the top, huh?" retorted Cath while she
left her chair and slid onto Jeff's lap. "I think that
I can chase your blues away."
"Show me," grinned Jeff mischievously.
Catherine lowered her lovely face next to Jeff's,
kissing him warmly on the lips. Jeff returned her kiss
enthusiastically, his hands sliding up and down her
back. Catherine pulled away from Jeff, then grasped
his right hand, leading him into the small, snug bed-
room. Catherine pushed Jeff onto the sheets, then
pulled off her tunic, revealing her small, pert
breasts. Jeffrey smiled with appreciation as Catherine
slid out of her pants and panties, her ass firm and
tight as she wiggled it before Jeff teasingly. She
climbed onto the bed, straddling Sinclair as she leaned
forward and kissed him on the mouth, her tongue
insistent as it probed within Jeff's throat. Jeff
placed his hands on Catherine's breasts, squeezing the
soft mounds lovingly while he savored the sweet flavor
of the young woman's lips. Cath moved her body so that
Jeff could place his mouth on one of her tits, his lips
sucking loudly as they enfolded one of her nipples and
suckled it lustfully.
"That's good," moaned Catherine as she closed her
eyes and bit her lower lip, her body burning with
arousal as Jeff slid his hands over her naked flesh.
Jeff caressed the naked woman's short, black hair, then
pressed her face against his, their lips wrestling
sensually together. Catherine rubbed her crotch against
Jeff's cock, her pussy folds glistening with honey as
her labia quivered in anticipation. Jeff and Cath
laughed as they struggled to remove his uniform pants
and underwear, then Cath began rubbing Jeff's cock with
her hand until his body grew relaxed with ecstasy. The
naked woman rubbed the head of Jeff's rod against her
throbbing slit, then pushed the engorged member into
her ravenous vagina. Jeff grasped Cath's breasts firmly
as he began pumping into her cunt, his pole hard and
thick as it slid up and down within her clenching fuck
hole. Both lovers moaned loudly as they writhed
against each other, Catherine's nude skin became slick
with sweat as she rammed her pussy against Jeff's tool.
Cath grabbed the head board of the bed with her hands,
her hips gyrating rhythmically as Jeff's cock rammed
into her belly. Jeff grunted as his member released a
stream of jism into Catherine's womb, her vagina milk-
ing his pole for every drop of cream.
"Hopefully this will bring the station luck," whis-
pered Catherine impishly as she lay sated upon
Jeffrey's strong chest.
"With a christening like this, Babylon 5 could sur-
vive an attack by dragons," smiled Jeff before he
kissed Catherine's slick hair affectionately.
Chapter 2
Earth Year 2258
The orbital station hung peacefully over Ragesh
3. The tranquility of the planet was broken when a
large Jumppoint swirled open, disgorging a fleet of
Narn battlecruisers and fighters. Remote drones
surrounding Ragesh 3 opened fire, destroying several
fighters before the attacking Narn ships returned fire,
filling the void with sheets of plasma bursts that
ripped the drones apart, then crippled the station.
Fires flared from breeches in the station's hull as the
facility's commander desperately sent a distress call
towards Centauri Prime. Two Narn battleships locked
their weapons on the dying station, firing two focused
proton beams that sliced the facility apart with ob-
scene ease.
"Good morning, handsome," purred Catherine Sakai
as she wrapped her arms around Sinclair's bare
shoulders.
"Don't, I'll be late for duty," moaned Jeff
while Cath rubbed her breasts against his back.
"You're the captain, you can demote anyone who
complains," whispered the alluring woman into Jeff's
ear.
"Cath, I'm shocked," smiled Jeff before he dis-
entangled himself from Catherine's warm embrace, then
fastened his uniform trousers before zipping.
"Lunch at the cafe?" offered Catherine as she
lay back upon the bed, tempting Jeff with her naked
body.
"Sure," agreed Jeff while he tucked in his
shirt, then pulled on his blue jacket. "When do you
go back out?"
"Two weeks. Interplanetary Expeditions wants a
scout to check out a system that they're thinking about
surveying. It's far out along the Rim, in a region of
unexplored space," replied Catherine casually.
"Sounds dangerous," remarked Sinclair as he
poured a glass of processed orange juice, then drank it
quickly.
"I've been to the Rim before. Remember last
year?" retorted Catherine indignantly.
"Yes, every agonizing minute. You can't imagine
how many times I wished you were here while the ambas-
sadors whined and threatened each other. Sometimes I
think that I'm a baby-sitter, not a military com-
mander," frowned Jeffrey.
"You've done a great job. At least you kept the
station in one piece," smiled Catherine mischievously.
"So far," grinned Sinclair before he leaned over
Cath, kissing her passionately on the mouth before he
sighed with longing and left the room.
Jeffrey Sinclair walked casually down a corridor
towards Command and Control. He nodded a greeting to
the various alien guests and residents who passed by,
his mood cheerful and content. Sinclair's contentment
faded as he watched Lt. Commander Susan Ivanova rush
towards him.
"Captain! Earthforce just sent us a gold chan-
nel message. Narn warships have attacked Ragesh 3, a
Centauri colony. The Advisory Council is meeting, and
Earthgov wants you to declare Earth neutral," gasped
Susan urgently.
"Great way to begin a day," muttered Sinclair
before he marched towards the Council room.
"This attack is an outrage!" shouted Lindra
Mollari as she stood before the gathered League worlds.
The ambassador of the Centauri Republic was dressed in
tight purple leggings and polished, black jack boots.
A purple waist coat covered her torso, the jacket fes-
tooned with medallions and other shiny ornaments. A
short cape draped over her left shoulder, and her long,
silky black hair was tied behind her back in a loose
ponytail. Lindra pursed her brightly painted red lips,
then pointed accusingly at G'Kar, who sat on the far
right side of the Advisory table watching Lindra's
antics with grim amusement.
"This butcher and his race have attacked a de-
fenseless Centauri colony and slaughtered its inhabi-
tants, women and children! You cannot allow this crime
to go unpunished!" spat Lindra.
"And now we see the Centauri gift for exaggera-
tion in action," retorted G'Kar smoothly as he stood up
and moved to stand opposite Mollari. "The Narn were
merely answering a call for assistance transmitted by
Ragesh 3. Imagine our shock when our ships Jumped into
the system and found the entire colony destroyed,
obviously the work of raiders."
"Narn lies are transparent!" hissed Lindra as
she glared hatefully at G'Kar. "If you think you can
get away with this, you're mistaken. The Centauri
Fleet will tear your precious Regime to ribbons!"
"You are welcome to try, ambassador," smiled
G'Kar coldly.
As the League members argued over whether to
censure the Narn Regime, Captain Sinclair and Ambas-
sador Delenn entered the room. Sinclair took his place
at the head of the Advisory table while Delenn stood to
his right.
"Gentle beings, please!" shouted Sinclair as he
pounded the table's gavel firmly. "We must have order!"
"If you want order, then I suggest you eject
this Narn from the chamber and declare war on his bar-
baric Regime!" retorted Lindra hotly.
"Better yet, expel this female who lusts for
death and innocent blood!" growled G'Kar.
"Ambassadors, please! Return to your seats,"
suggested Sinclair with a firm glance at both standing
officials. "Let's conduct this meeting in a civilized
manner."
"You better use simple words to explain that
concept to G'Kar," muttered Mollari loudly enough for
everyone in the room to hear.
The disembarkation area was crowded with humans
and aliens as they left transports or waited to be
boarded on departing shuttles. Two gorgeous human
women emerged from the shuttle bay, attracting many
appreciative stares and whispers as they shouldered
their travel bags while sliding amongst the throng.
Eventually, the two women entered the Zocalo, stopping
in front of a store display to say their good-byes.
"It was..interesting meeting you," smiled Talia
Winters before she tugged off the black glove of her
right hand.
"I enjoyed our..conversations as well," grinned
Lyta Alexander as she removed her own glove, then wrap-
ped her slim fingers around Talia's bare hand. The two
women gasped softly as they entered each other's minds,
stimulating each other in ways mere mundanes could only
dream of. Aware of the presence of spectators, the
women quickly re-garbed their hands, then smiled
secretly at each other.
"Be seeing you," waved Talia before she turned
away and disappeared into the stream of shoppers.
Sighing softly to herself, Lyta walked to a
nearby terminal, then searched the schematic of the
station for the location of Ambassador Kosh's quarters.
Finding her goal, Lyta traversed a series of passage-
ways and lifts until she reached the Vorlon's assigned
room. The lovely redhead donned the air mask sitting
in a nearby holder, then straightened her posture be-
fore pressing the door release and stepping into a
holding chamber of thick gas. The inner hatch raised
open, allowing Lyta to walk into Kosh's private
chamber. The methane mixture that Kosh breathed was
thick and obscuring, making it very difficult for Lyta
to examine the room in detail. A decorated blind sat
in one corner of the chamber, adorned with colorful
swirls and strange designs. A computer terminal was
set in the right-hand wall, along with a large array
of organized data crystals. Kosh turned away from the
monitor, regarding Lyta with his one gold-green eye
port.
"Hello, my name is Lyta Alexander," greeted the
young woman nervously. "I've been wanting to meet a
Vorlon almost all my life."
*What is your business with me?* inquired Kosh
directly into Lyta's brain.
Lyta gasped at the power of Kosh's thoughts, her
right hand clenched between her breasts as her red lips
parted sensually. Kosh's eye flared briefly, and the
gas seemed to swirl just a bit more energetically. Lyta
frowned in concentration as she attempted to reply to
Kosh's telepathic question.
*I want to serve you. To aid the Vorlon cause,*
transmitted Lyta.
*Why?* retorted Kosh.
*I feel close to you. I've felt this way ever
since I saw your image on ISN. I know that I can help
you,* replied Lyta earnestly.
*A servant of the Vorlons must be strong, dis-
ciplined. Can you be strong?* asked Kosh with an in-
tent stare.
*Yes,* replied Lyta firmly.
*Then I will test you,* said Kosh before all of
the methane gas disappeared through floor ducts behind
him. Lyta slowly took off her air mask, hesitantly
breathing the now clear air.
*Take off your clothes,* ordered Kosh.
Lyta stared at Kosh in dumb amazement, then she
slowly complied, removing her grey jacket, pants, and
black blouse. The redhead stood before Kosh clad only
in her black lace bra and panties, her arms wrapped
nervously under her breasts.
*All of them,* said Kosh, his eye burning with
what seemed to be lust.
Trying to comprehend the Vorlon's strange re-
quest, Lyta undid the back of her bra and let it fall
to the sterile, cold floor, followed a moment later by
her delicate panties. Deciding to be bold, Lyta thrust
out her bare tits and placed her hands behind her back,
exposing her pussy and patch of red pubic hair to the
entranced Vorlon.
Kosh's encounter suit snapped mechanically as
the large helmet slowly rose into the air. Lyta
watched with wide eyes as a stream of light escaped the
suit, a stream that expanded into a bright, multi-
limbed being of energy.
*This..is your true form?* thought Lyta in rapt
wonder.
*Yes. You are the first young one to see a
Vorlon's body in a thousand years,* replied Kosh while
several tendrils snaked out to caress Lyta's naked
body. Lyta moaned as the ethereal tentacles slid
across her flat stomach and full breasts, the limbs
teasing her nipples until they grew hard with desire.
"Please..don't," moaned Lyta as Kosh fondled her
pussy, his appendage rubbing against her clit until her
vagina grew wet with hunger.
*You must cast off your carnal desires. You
must move beyond flesh. I will purge you of your
primitive lust,* whispered Kosh as his glowing body
drew nearer to Lyta, hovering over her limp body as
she leaned back against the unyielding wall.
*Purge me,* begged Lyta as she looked up into
the Vorlon's radiance, the light of her god.
Two tendrils shot out, wrapping around Lyta's
wrists and pinning them above her head. Two more
limbs slid around her legs, spreading her thighs open
so that her pussy was open to probing. Smaller ten-
tacles caressed Lyta's heaving tits as the woman panted
in ecstasy, her skin burning with each touch of Kosh's
body. Lyta bit her lower lip as Kosh slowly pushed a
phallic-shaped tendril into her cunt, the probe ad-
vancing relentlessly into her vagina until it entered
her empty belly and filled it with pulsing life. The
naked young woman groaned with pleasure as Kosh began
pumping in and out of her slit, his member expanding
to fill her fuck hole until it hurt. Kosh's thrusts
became so strong that Lyta's feet left the ground, her
back slid up and down the wall as the Vorlon rammed
his tool into her dripping cunt. Lyta's moans grew
louder and louder, making Kosh even more excited until
his glowing eyes burned like two small suns. Kosh
turned Lyta's small, naked body around until her
stomach, tits, and face pressed against the cold wall.
The Vorlon slid shining tendrils across the woman's
buttocks, relishing the feel of her tight ass before
he pried her cheeks apart and re-inserted his member
into her clenching twat.
"Fuck me, Kosh!" shouted Lyta as she pressed
her hands against the wall, her tits crushed against
the polished metal as the Vorlon slammed his tool deep
into her belly. Kosh extended two limbs, holding
Lyta's feet above the floor as he squeezed her
curvaceous hips. Lyta's bare toes dangled and shook
with each thrust of Kosh into her pussy, her inner
thighs glistened with her juices as her right cheek
pressed against the wall, her red lips invitingly open
as she gasped with each ram into her womb. Kosh rubbed
Lyta's painted lips with a glowing tentacle, the ten-
dril slid across her moist, pouty flesh, then slithered
inside her mouth. Lyta wantonly began sucking on the
limb as it moved down into her throat, spreading her
jaws apart until her mouth was stuffed with his radiant
appendage. Kosh crushed his enormous body against
Lyta's nude form, his tendrils probing both of her
orifices while smaller limbs rubbed across her bare
legs and ass.
Lyta orgasmed without warning, her cries muffled
by the tentacle in her mouth as her cunt quivered with
released tension. A fresh flood of honey gushed out of
Lyta's slit, over Kosh's member, and down her naked
legs to pool wetly on the floor beneath her. Kosh
experienced Lyta's powerful orgasm from the mental link
he shared with her. The spear of sexual ecstasy shot
into his own mind, catalyzing an orgasm of his own that
caused his ghostly body to flare like a new-born super-
nova.
Kosh gently laid Lyta's naked body to the floor,
then he slowly floated to his open encounter suit,
which he quickly re-entered and sealed shut. The Vor-
lon floated forward until he looked down on the softly
panting woman, her pale skin slick with sweat. Lyta
raised her disheveled face towards Kosh, her eyes hot
with devotion and longing. Kosh nodded in satisfac-
tion, his eye port closed to a mere point.
*You will serve,* said the Vorlon.
"ISN has just received a report from the Narn/
Centauri border. The Centauri Republic has begun moving
more of its Fleet towards the colonies adjacent to Narn
space. Raids and minor skirmishes between Narn and
Centauri warships have increased, signaling a rise in
tensions between the two interstellar powers. Earth-
force analysts predict that this is just the beginning.
The clouds of war are looming on the horizon."
***
Chapter 3
Captain Sinclair and Catherine Sakai entered
the landing bay terminal early in the morning, when
there were very few people waiting for passage.
Catherine carried a small duffel bag with her few be-
longings over her right shoulder while she held Jef-
frey's hand tightly with her own. The couple reached
the exit hatchway, a security guard scanned Catherine's
identi-card, then retreated a short distance to give
the two lovers some privacy.
"Well, this is it," smiled Catherine as she
gazed at Jeff affectionately. "I guess I'll see you
in a few months."
"It will seem like years," replied Jeffrey as
he brushed back some of Catherine's short, black hair
with his hand.
"I'll make it up to you," whispered Catherine
huskily before she brushed her red lips against his
cheek.
"This is a hell of a time to ask this, but I've
been so happy with you when we're together..will you
marry me?" asked Jeffrey self-consciously.
"Marry you?" blinked Catherine in surprise, her
eyes wide with disbelief. "We've known each other
since the Academy, but I never really thought about it.
We always seemed to drift apart, then come back to-
gether in cycles."
"I want us to stay together this time, for the
rest of our lives," murmured Sinclair as he squeezed
both of Catherine's hands.
Catherine looked down at the floor for several
moments, her face frowning in thought. Finally, she
looked up into Jeff's eyes, her expression serene.
"Yes, I'll marry you," answered Catherine warmly.
Jeffrey smiled with pleasure, then wrapped his
arms around Catherine, holding her tightly to his body.
Catherine nuzzled Sinclair's neck, then broke away
from his embrace, her eyes misting with tears.
"I better go or I'll never leave," said Cath-
erine before she kissed Jeffrey quickly on the lips,
then marched into the passageway that led to her wait-
ing scout ship.
Sinclair moved to stare out of a porthole until
Catherine's ship, the Sky Dancer, emerged from the
docking bay and sailed gracefully towards the Jump
Gate. The Gate flared briefly as a vortex formed with-
in its frame, creating a portal into Hyperspace that
eagerly devoured the blocky vessel.
"Come back soon," whispered Sinclair as he laid
his hand upon the cold glass of the observation window.
Talia Winters hesitantly entered C-and-C, her
gloved hands clasped together against her stomach as
she searched the busy room for Susan Ivanova, the woman
she was ordered to meet with.
"Uh, excuse me, ensign," Talia said quietly to
a young man operating the scanner array, "could you
tell me where Lt. Commander Ivanova is?"
"I think she's talking to a group of ambassadors
about living quarters, Mr. Garibaldi would know for
sure," replied the ensign quickly.
"Where's Mr. Garibaldi?" inquired Talia.
"The Casino. He's usually there around this
time of day."
"Thank you," replied Talia before she left the
Command deck.
Loud music pounded the air within the Casino as
bright laser beams illuminated the stygian interior.
Alien and human voices rolled with a blaring cacophony
as patrons placed bets at the tables or admired the
beautiful dancers gyrating on three stages. Far
against the right hand wall, Ambassador Mollari and
Security Chief Garibaldi drank deeply from tall, glass
mugs, leering at the dancers and laughing almost con-
trollably at their own drunken antics.
"Ya' know, you're not bad for a Centauri woman,"
slurred Michael as he draped his right arm around
Lindra's small shoulders.
"You are a gruff barbarian, but I like that in
a man," grinned Lindra as she tickled the underside of
Garibaldi's chin.
Both revelers broke out into loud guffaws, then
slurped down more alcohol before demanding a fresh
pitcher from one of the serving girls. The duo's
laughter subsided as Ambassador G'Kar walked up to
their table and sat down with a grunt.
"All the other tables were full," growled G'Kar
as he purposefully didn't look at Mollari.
"Great, so now we get the misfortune of his
company," whispered Lindra loudly towards Garibaldi.
Michael sniggered at the jab, then brought up a sober
face as G'Kar glared at him. A young blonde girl placed
a full pitcher of ale on the table, then offered G'Kar
an empty mug. Garibaldi elbowed Lindra, then placed at
credit chit in his mouth. The serving girl sighed to
herself, then walked over to Garibaldi, bending over to
place her mouth over his as she took the chit with her
teeth and backed away. Garibaldi and Lindra burst into
a fresh fit of laughing, which G'Kar slowly joined with
his own bass chuckle. The Narn helped himself to the
pitcher, then looked up to regard the stage as a new
dancer took her place.
"And now, generous patrons, enjoy the erotic
dance of Adira Tyree," announced a human male employee.
A slow, seductive tune began as a young Centauri girl
swayed onto the stage and began swirling slowly in
circles, her transparent garments fluttering in the
air. The girl's head was shaved except for one long
braid of fiery red hair. She slid her hands high up a
stationary, silver pole, her back to the audience as
she swayed her firm ass hypnotically. The trio at the
far table watched in awe, their mouths agape as they
stared at the seductive nymph.
"I hate your race, Mollari, and I would see you
all dead in a moment, but your young girls are magni-
ficent," muttered G'Kar reverently.
"Yes, they are," sighed Lindra as she watched
Adira slide her small hands up and down her buttocks.
"Man, I want to fuck her," blubbered Garibaldi
before he took a long pull from his mug.
"Uh, Mr. Garibaldi?" asked Talia while she stood
slightly behind the security chief.
Garibaldi bent his head backwards and to the
side until he could just make out the blonde girl
dressed in a severe suit with a Psi-Corp pin attached
to a lapel.
"Ah, shit, the Psi-Corp," moaned Michael path-
etically. "What'd I do now?"
"Uh..nothing, sir," blushed Talia as Lindra and
G'Kar turned to leer at her. "Could you tell me where
Lt. Commander Ivanova is?"
"Susie? She should be at Earharts right about
now. She likes a cold beer after she gets off duty,"
replied Garibaldi with an insolent grin. "Say, you're
pretty hot, why not stay with us and toss back a few
drinks. You can trust us."
Talia looked at Garibaldi suspiciously while
Lindra tried to stifle a giggle with her left hand.
"No thank you, sir," said Talia as she shook her
head. "I really need to report to Cmdr. Ivanova."
"Later," waved Garibaldi before he fastened his
focus back on Adira, who was now naked and humping the
silver pole like a riding jockey. Talia blushed even
more hotly as she picked up the overpowering lust of
the three revelers, then glanced at Adira who smiled
at her before inserting a long finger into a wet cunt.
As Talia practically ran out of the Casino, the three
companions clinked their mugs together and roared with
contemptuous mirth.
It was 18:00 when Talia found the bar Earharts
and went inside. This place was bright and airy, filled
with relaxing Earthforce personnel and a few civilians
who sat at tables and nursed their drinks with ease.
Talia found Ivanova sitting at the bar sipping from a
glass that definitely did not contain beer. The blonde
girl nervously walked up to the bridge officer, then
coughed discretely. Susan glanced in Talia's direction,
then scowled when she saw the Psi-Corps pin on the
girl's lapel.
"What do you want? I'm off duty," growled Susan.
"When I was settled in on Babylon 5, I was
ordered to find and report to you in person," replied
Talia cooly.
"Fine. You've reported in. Welcome to Babylon
5," muttered Susan as she waved Talia negligently away.
The bartender overheard Talia, so the woman rang a
small, brass bell loudly and pointed a finger at the
surprised young blonde.
"Drinks are on her!" declared the bartender be-
fore the bar roared with approval.
"The crew of this station certainly is inspir-
ing," observed Talia sarcastically.
"You'll fit in," retorted Susan before she took
a long gulp from her glass.
Frowning darkly, Talia sat on a stool next to
Susan, then ordered a small drink.
"I don't recall asking for company," snarled
Ivanova while she stared at the array of bottles on the
opposite wall.
"You look like you need it," replied Talia.
Susan snorted briefly, but didn't object further
as Talia sat companionably close nursing her own glass.
Lindra Mollari staggered into her richly ap-
pointed quarters supported by Adira Tyree. Stumbling
drunkenly, Lindra dragged Adira to her large, silken
bed, then fell limply over the rumpled sheets. Adira
pulled off Lindra's black boots and leggings, then
helped the uncoordinated Centauri ambassador out of
her coat and unic. Clad only in her bra and panties,
Lindra lay outspread on the mattress while Adira took
off her own scant costume then crawled on top of the
sheets. The lithe dancer stretched out next to Lindra,
then ran a finger over the beautiful woman's soft lips.
Lindra licked the finger with her tongue, then began
sucking lewdly on the digit. Adira giggled at the
sensation, then leaned forward, kissing Lindra pas-
sionately on the mouth. The two female's mouths
caressed each other as their tongues entwined and slid
together like horny snakes.
Adira straddled the prone Centauri woman, then
carefully unfastened her bra, tossing the lacy garment
aside as she bent down to kiss and suck wantonly on the
ambassador's breasts. Lindra moaned loudly as she
licked her own lips, then reached forward to fondle the
dancing girl's round, soft tits. Adira bit her lower
lip as Lindra pinched her nipples, the knobs growing
hard and erect as Lindra caressed the sensitive pink
dots. As Adira continued to suck Lindra's tits, she
lowered her right arm, pressing her hand against the
groaning woman's crotch, then pushing her panties aside
in order to rub her throbbing black-haired snatch.
"That feels good," moaned Lindra as she slid her
hands over Adira's warm breasts, then down the girl's
flat stomach. While the naked girl sucked and licked
Mollari's flesh, the prone woman pressed her hands over
the girl's buttocks, kneading the firm, smooth ass
flesh, then sliding slim fingers into the crack towards
Adira's wet cunt. Adira groaned with relish as Lindra
pushed two fingers into her slit, the digits plunging
deep into her moist vagina to her aching womb.
Lindra moved onto her hands and knees, inviting
Adira to ravage her lovely ass. The pony-tailed girl
pushed her face into Lindra's buttocks, lashing out
with her tongue against the naked woman's dripping
pussy. Lindra moaned with a deep ache, her body
glistening with sweat as she pumped her ass against
Adira's young face. Adira eagerly lapped at Lindra's
cunt, she sucked the tart juices gushing from the
raven-maned woman's vagina before she thrust her tongue
into a quivering, pink slit. Lindra squeezed the silk
sheets of the bed with her hands, the fabric smooth and
slippery as her legs wobbled and her crotch burned with
ecstasy. Lindra's orgasm rushed over her again and
again, each wave snatching her breath and making her
pussy spew another stream of sticky honey. Adira de-
voured her lover's cunt juices until her lips and chin
were stained with musky jism. Lindra collapsed onto
her stomach, then rolled onto her back, allowing Adira
to slide her own nude body atop her lover's.
"The Casino owns you?" panted Lindra.
"Yes," replied Adira as she ran her hand over
Lindra's right breast.
"How would you like to be my attache?" inquired
Lindra with amischievous twinkle in her eyes.
"My lady! It is unheard of for a slave to hold
such an important position!" gasped Adira in shock.
"I'll buy you from the Casino, then have you
declared a free woman on Centauri Prime. You can be my
personal slave," whispered Lindra before she kissed
Adira lightly on the lips.
"I accept, mistress," murmured Adira as she
leaned down and kissed Lindra hard on the mouth.
***
Chapter 4
The transport ship sped across the blackness of
space pursued by four Starfuries. The swift fighters
flew in a loose square formation as they spat PPG fire
at the fleeing transport. The spheres of plasma fire
flared as they smashed against a psi-shield erected by
the transport's sole occupant. The lead Starfury, its
dorsal hull decorated with the black field and omega
symbol of Black Omega Squadron, opened a comm channel
after yet another of its gun strikes failed to damage
its target.
"Omega leader to vessel Seven-Tango-Seven, shut
down your engines and surrender your ship or we will be
forced to destroy you."
The psi-shield protecting the transport grew
brighter as the pilot increased its strength, making
the energy sphere so powerful that it blossomed like a
deadly rose and engulfed the pursuing fighters, ripping
them apart like toys. Alone in the void, the transport
approached the system's Jumpgate, diving into its ex-
panding whirlpool of light.
Jeffrey Sinclair sat quietly upon a marble bench
within the Zen Garden. Small birds and a soft breeze
created background noises that calmed the nerves and
aided contemplation. Sinclair inhaled the rich scents
of plants and soft earth, his mind calm as he tried to
cast off his worry for Catherine Sakai. It was two
weeks since she had left Babylon 5 for the Rim, her
task to survey a planet for Interplanetary Expeditions,
a megacorp that explored abandoned planets for advanced
technology. Catherine hadn't sent any messages since
her departure, but that was expected in her line of
work. Jeffrey was familiar with the waiting, it was
like the vigil of a soldier before battle, never know-
ing when or where the enemy would strike. Sinclair's
thoughts began to grow darker, but they were inter-
rupted by Ambassador Delenn, who walked quietly into
the garden, then sat opposite Sinclair on another bench.
"Good Afternoon, Captain," smiled Delenn as she
bowed at the waist respectfully.
"Good Afternoon, Ambassador," replied Sinclair.
"How are you today?"
"Fine. I was hoping to talk to you privately
today," said the Minbari woman.
"How can I help you?" inquired Sinclair
curiously.
"What do you hear about the Rim? Is anything
strange going on?" retorted Delenn.
"Nothing major. Raids among some of the Non-
Aligned Worlds have increased. A few outer colonies
have been out of contact for a few days. Peculiar, but
not alarming, yet," answered Sinclair.
"Minbar has also received reports like this,"
nodded Delenn. "Some in my government take these
incidents very seriously."
"It's a dangerous galaxy. Violence is a way of
life on the frontier," said Sinclair. "I wish it was
different, but conflict is inevitable when different
cultures come into contact and interact. I only hope
that Babylon 5 can offer a better solution to all the
races of the galaxy."
"Order can be imposed on the galaxy, but someone
must show the others how to work together. The Minbari
are very optimistic about you, Jeffrey Sinclair. We
believe that you can guide the other races to a better
way, through discipline and strong convictions," re-
plied Delenn earnestly. "There is a legend among the
Minbari, about an ancient race called the Shadows..."
Sinclair's comm link bleeped loudly, interrupt-
ing Delenn before she could finish her sentence.
"Captain! An unidentified transport has emerged
from the Jumpgate and is now floating dead in space.
I've sent a squadron of 'Furies to check it out," re-
ported Ivanova.
"I'm coming back," replied Sinclair before he
pressed his link, then smiled apologetically at Delenn.
"Sorry, ambassador, duty calls."
"We'll speak again," acknowledged Delenn with a
fragile grin.
Captain Sinclair walked quickly out of the Zen
Garden, leaving Delenn alone to ponder the meditation
stones until Kosh floated up behind her.
*Time grows short,* said Kosh within Delenn's
mind.
*I know,* sighed Delenn mentally as she bit her
lower lip with worry.
"Captain on deck," said Ensign Corwin as Sin-
clair marched through the open hatch and walked quickly
to the Observation window. Ivanova waited tensely,
watching as three Starfuries orbited the drifting
transport.
"The fighters report no passengers on the ship,"
said Ivanova as she glanced at Sinclair standing beside
her.
"Send a shuttle out there, have a security team
check every berth on that ship," ordered Sinclair.
"Yes, sir," nodded Susan before she opened a
comm channel to Security.
Talia Winters left her bathroom dripping and
naked as she toweled her shoulder length blonde hair
dry. After drying her nude, lithe body, the telepath
sat at her vanity cabinet, then took a brush to comb
out her shimmering hair. Talia's eyes were closed as
she succumbed to the simple pleasure of running the
comb through her golden mane, the bristles hard and
caressing as they ran across her scalp. A delicate
hand slid onto Talia's bare shoulder, startling the
young woman as she opened her eyes wide and discovered
the intruder standing behind her.
"Still beautiful," whispered Jennifer Ironheart
as her eyes ran up and down Talia's naked form.
Talia blushed hotly, then rose from her chair
to hug her fiery-haired visitor.
"Damn, it seems like its been forever," moaned
Talia as she held her friend tightly.
"Yes, it's been too long," smiled Jennifer while
she stroked Talia's still-damp hair.
"What are you doing here? How long can you
stay?" asked Talia quickly.
"Not long. I just wanted to see you one more
time," replied Jennifer with a sad grin.
"Sounds serious," frowned Talia as she led the
redhead to the edge of her bed.
"It is. The Corps is after me," admitted Iron-
heart.
"What did you do?" inquired Talia.
"It's complicated," replied Jennifer. "The
Corps wants me because of my abilities, they've grown
since our days at the Academy."
"How?"
"I volunteered for a special program. The Corps
was trying to use chemical treatments to enhance psi-
abilities, make a P-5 into a P-12, then make a P-12
into something unimaginable," said Jennifer as she
stared at the floor. "The experiment worked, my powers
grew, until they couldn't be charted on any kind of
scale. The Corps was ecstatic, plans were developed to
treat all the telepaths of the Corps, plans to make us
so powerful that no one in Earthgov could stop us. I
saw what they planned, it horrified me. They planned
to make the mundanes into slaves, cheap laborers who
would support an empire, an empire of telepaths. I
killed the only scientist who could replicate the ex-
periment, I destroyed all the materials and data, then
I stole a ship and began traveling to the Rim. I stop-
ped here so I could say good-bye to you, I just wanted
to see your face one more time."
"Oh, Jennifer," sighed Talia as she gazed at her
friend in sympathy. "It sounds like a nightmare."
"It is, Talia," murmured Ironheart while she
looked up into Talia's large eyes and caressed her
cheek tenderly, "but it's okay. I'm with you now,
the only woman I ever loved."
Talia drew her former lover close, hugging her
tightly, then parting long enough to kiss her on the
mouth, their lips melding as they joined their minds
and experienced a flash of mental ecstasy.
The Jumpgate flared as it disgorged a rectang-
ular, gray transport that sailed unerringly towards
Babylon 5.
"Earth transport ship. The captain says he has
two Psi-Cops who demand we meet with them at once,"
reported Ivanova as she read a monitor screen.
"What's the status of the security team?" asked
Sinclair as he stood gazing out the Observation window.
"They're almost done searching the derelict. They
haven't found anything yet," replied Susan with a dark
frown.
"Great," muttered Sinclair. "I'll be in Customs
greeting our guests."
"Better you than me," grinned Ivanova.
Sinclair mock scowled at Susan, then walked with
a sense of growing trepidation towards the exit.
Captain Sinclair's scowl was heart-felt when he
entered Customs and found two Psi-Cops arguing with the
Security officer processing incoming travelers. The
talking Psi-Cop was male, of average height, with short
black hair and pale, taut skin. The second Cop was
female, a bit taller than the man, with long, brown
hair and smooth, white flesh. Both Cops wore black
jackets and slacks, belts with holstered PPG pistols,
and tight black leather gloves. The male Psi-Cop
turned to watch Sinclair as he approached, then smiled
coldly when Jeffrey motioned the guard back.
"Ah, Captain Sinclair. A pleasure to meet the
hero of the Border War," greeted the male Cop politely
as he offered his right hand. Sinclair shook the Psi-
Cop's hand firmly, then nodded at the female Cop
standing slightly behind the male.
"My name is Alfred Bester, and this is my
partner, Ms. Kelsey," offered the male Cop. "Can we
move this conversation to your office? The nature of
my mission here is extremely sensitive and vital to
Earth Alliance security."
"Very well, if you'll both follow me," replied
Sinclair as he led the duo out of the bustling Customs
area.
"I'll get to the point, Captain. I'm searching
for a woman named Jennifer Ironheart, a rogue telepath
that the Corps believes has fled to Babylon 5 to meet
with someone named Talia Winters. Do you know of Ms.
Winters, Captain?" inquired Bester.
"Vaguely. I believe that she is a commercial
telepath stationed here by the Corps," replied Sin-
clair. "What did this Ms. Ironheart do?"
"I'm sorry. That's classified information,
strictly need-to-know," smiled Bester.
"I need to know if this woman threatens my
station," retorted Sinclair as he walked behind his
desk and sat down.
Bester and Kelsey sat in chairs facing Sinclair
while Bester said, "Very well. Ms. Ironheart was part
of a Psi-Corps experiment. We were working to enhance
telepathic abilities, to make us even more productive
to all the citizens of the Earth Alliance. Ms. Iron-
heart got out of control, her abilities became too much
for her and she fled, after killing one scientist and
destroying several million credits worth of experi-
mental equipment. She stole a transport ship, the very
one hanging outside of this station, then began fleeing
out to the Rim. We tracked her here, and we believe
that she'll try to acquire Ms. Winters' assistance. We
need to find Talia and scan her, see if she's met with
Ironheart yet. Would you call her here, please?" asked
Bester graciously.
"Ivanova. Call Talia Winters and tell her to
come to my office immediately," ordered Sinclair from
his comm link.
"Yes, sir," acknowledged Susan.
Talia Winters lay prone on her back, her tongue
sliding wetly up and down Jennifer Ironheart's cunt as
the redhead pressed her crotch over Talia's lovely
face. Jennifer held tightly to the head board of the
bed, her pale skin beading with sweat as she gasped
with sensual pleasure from Talia's attentions. The two
women's minds were linked, Jennifer tasted what Talia
did as she ate out Ironheart's cunt while Talia
experienced the results of her own pussy diving. Talia
reached up with her hands, squeezing and fondling Jen-
nifer's tight ass while the redhead bit her lip and
rubbed her breasts against the smooth wall.
"Ah, it's so good!" moaned Jennifer as she
gyrated her hips, grinding her slit against Talia's
sucking mouth. Talia groaned huskily in reply as she
thrust her tongue deep into Jennifer's vagina, licking
the quivering walls of her fuck tunnel until it clench-
ed involuntarily. Talia licked up and down Jennifer's
snatch, rubbing her nose in red pubic hair, inhaling
the panting woman's musky scent as she slid her tongue
up against Jennifer's small ass hole, coating the
orifice with glistening saliva. Jennifer pressed her
left hand against the wall as she reached down with her
right, rubbing her fingers between her firm ass cheeks,
plunging a long finger into her anus while Talia buried
her mouth inside her lover's dripping cunt. Jennifer's
naked body shook as erotic tremors assaulted her hot
flesh. The red-maned woman turned around so that she
lay across Talia's nude body, her head between Talia's
outspread legs. Jennifer positioned her face over
Talia's crotch, then leaned forward to begin a lewd
oral assault on the blonde girl's pussy. Talia moaned
loudly with pleasure, then moved her head forward so
she could continue her ravishing of Jennifer's sopping
wet twat. The two naked females licked and sucked each
other's pussies endlessly, their naked bodies writhing
together in an erotic ballet as their minds melted into
one powerful sexual waterfall.
"Ms. Talia Winters, please meet with Captain
Sinclair in his office," said Lt. Cmdr. Ivanova over
the room's intercom.
"Oh, shit!" gasped Talia as she pulled back from
Jennifer's throbbing cunt, then wriggled from under the
naked woman's body.
"The Psi-Cops are here," said Jennifer as she
reclined upon the bed, her naked body relaxed like a
sated tigress'. "Come here, Talia."
Talia sat on the bed next to Jennifer before the
woman leaned forward and kissed Talia warmly on the
lips.
"This will protect your mind if they try to scan
you," whispered Jennifer with an alluring smile.
"I hope so," grinned Talia as she left the bed
and rushed to put on her clothes. "I really hate being
scanned by the Psi-Cops."
***
Chapter 5
Talia rushed to Captain Sinclair's office, her
thoughts chaotic as she pondered the presence of the
Psi-Cops and if they would find her memories of Jen-
nifer's appearance on Babylon 5. As Talia entered the
room, she found two Cops sitting opposite Sinclair
talking quietly to him. While the male turned to watch
Talia's entrance, the blonde girl recognized him as
Alfred Bester, one of the more notorious Psi-Cops.
*Hello, Talia,* broadcast Bester with a welcom-
ing smile.
"Mr. Bester," replied Talia verbally before she
nodded briefly to the female Cop.
Bester frowned slightly, then restored his
cheerful expression and rose from his chair.
"If you'll excuse me, Captain, I would like to
scan Ms. Winters outside. This won't take long."
"Very well," agreed Sinclair as he eyed Talia
for the first time.
The two Psi-Cops moved to either side of Talia,
then escorted her outside Sinclair's office and waited
until the door lowered shut.
*It's been a long time,* thought Bester as he
stroked Talia's left cheek with his gloved hand. Talia
tried to flinch away, but something in Bester's tele-
pathic contact made her freeze in place, prevented her
from fighting Bester's familiar caress. Bester slowly
removed his black gloves, his eyes relishing Talia's
discomfort as she realized what was about to happen.
Bester placed his palms against Talia's temples, his
mind pushing more aggressively into the young woman's.
Talia's mental shields melted like hot wax, her body
grew limp as Bester rammed his telepathic probe into
her brain, sifting roughly through her memories for any
sign of Jennifer Ironheart. Ms. Kelsey stood nearby on
watch, broadcasting a general repulsion field that made
anyone approaching the passageway change their minds
and take another route.
Bester took his time scanning Talia's mind, he
watched all of her many lesbian encounters during her
training days and recently with a telepath named Lyta
Alexander.
*You are a horny little slut,* grinned Bester
as he took one hand from Talia's temple and ran it down
her neck, then over her panting breasts.
*Please..don't,* begged Talia as she lay submis-
sively in Bester's telepathic thrall.
Bester drew close, inhaling Talia's breath as
she gasped in mental exertion. He gazed in fascination
at her moist, red lips, her wide, alluring eyes.
Striking like a snake, Bester shot forward, kissing
Talia lustfully on the mouth, his tongue sliding
effortlessly past her slack lips. Talia moaned weakly,
her eyes closing to slits as her body lay pressed be-
tween the wall and Bester's black-garbed form.
*We need to finish this quickly,* rebuked Kelsey.
*Very well,* acknowledged Bester before he pull-
ed his mouth away from Talia's, leaving a small trail
of spittle against her small chin.
*Is Jennifer here?* inquired Kelsey.
*If she is, she hasn't met Talia yet," replied
Bester as his cold eyes ravished Talia's vulnerable
frame.
*We should start searching the station then,
level by level,* suggested Kelsey while she watched
Bester.
*Let's go,* agreed Bester as he caressed Talia's
hip one last time.
Talia slumped to the floor, her breath coming
in loud gasps as sweat trickled down her face. She
wiped her violated lips and chin with her arm, then
leaned back against the cold bulkhead, silent tears
sliding down her smooth cheeks. After a moment, she
staggered back to her feet, then began a stumbling jog
back to her quarters.
Sinclair began sifting through his daily reports
until the time grew uncomfortably long. Walking quickly
to the door hatch, Jeffrey discovered that the passage-
way was completely empty, apparently the Psi-Cops' scan
was finished. Shrugging his shoulders in acceptance,
Sinclair went back to his desk and began composing his
own reports to Earth Force Command when his comm link
bleeped at him.
"Sinclair here," said the Captain as he sat back
in his chair.
"Ivanova, sir. The Psi-Cops seem to be search-
ing the station, what's going on?"
"They're looking for a woman called Jennifer
Ironheart. She's a rogue telepath who's committed
murder and destruction of property. Have Security send
out search teams to aid the Psi-Cops and find the
fugitive," ordered Sinclair.
"Yes, sir," acknowledged Susan. "Couldn't the
commercial telepath, Talia Winters, help the Cops? Or
how about Lyta Alexander, she's registered here as
well."
"The Psi-Cops have already scanned Talia for
information. Lyta is closed in with Ambassador Kosh
right now. She's unavailable," replied Sinclair.
"Just keep an eye on Bester and make sure the Cops
have everything they need."
"Yes, sir," said Ivanova before she cut the link.
Lyta Alexander knelt on the hard floor, naked
and shivering as Kosh floated above her in his imposing
encounter suit.
*Open yourself to me,* ordered Kosh.
Lyta instantly obeyed, opening her mouth and
eyes wide while sitting on her ass and spreading her
slim legs apart.
*Good,* purred Kosh before he lowered himself
to the floor and unlatched his helmet. Pressure seals
hissed as the helmet rose into the air, releasing a
shaft of white light into the room that bathed Lyta's
nude body in warm radiance. Lyta spread her arms
apart, welcoming Kosh as he flew forward, entering Lyta
by her eyes, mouth and pussy. Lyta quivered as Kosh's
essence flooded into her, his soul hot and dripping
with passion as he filled her vagina and womb with his
light. Lyta's jaws opened until her facial muscles
hurt, Kosh's probe poured down her throat while two
more tendrils blinded her eyes as they entered her
mind. The bodily invasion seemed to last forever,
until Lyta felt her body was full to bursting with
Kosh's essence. Suddenly, the assault stopped. The
chamber plunged into darkness except for two small rays
of light coming from Lyta's eyes. The light slowly
faded, until Lyta was alone in a room of pitch black-
ness.
*It's been a long time since I wore flesh,*
remarked Kosh as he used Lyta's hands to caress her
own stomach and tits. *I almost forgot how pleasurable
it was.*
Lyta bit her lower lip as Kosh used her hands
to caress her thighs, then rub her cunt sensually.
*You're getting wet, already,* whispered Kosh
as he caressed Lyta's slit with long, slim fingers.
Lyta panted softly, her body burning with lust as she
relinquished control of her hands to Kosh, allowed him
to probe her vagina and make her suck the honey from
her own fingers. Lyta fell onto her back, her legs
spread lewdly apart as Kosh pumped two digits into her
pussy, the fingers making squishy sounds as cum began
to dribble onto the floor from her red-tufted snatch.
"Kosh! Oh, god!" moaned Lyta as her naked body
wriggled on the floor, her skin slick with sweat as she
finger-fucked her own pussy. Lyta cupped her right
breast with her right hand as her left hand pumped in
and out of her quivering labia. She squeezed her ripe
tit, then licked the hard nipple with her tongue, en-
circling the pink knob while leaving a trail of saliva
that dripped down to slide between her creamy breasts.
Lyta threw back her head as a shudder traveled down her
stomach and exploded in her crotch, releasing a torrent
of musky juice over her thrusting fingers and firm,
inner thighs. Kosh gathered Lyta's cum with her
fingers, then pressed the sticky hand against the naked
woman's mouth, relishing the taste as Lyta obediently
sucked her own fluids from her digits, moaning with
ecstasy at her own slutty behavior.
*Bathe and get dressed. I wish to explore the
station,* ordered Kosh.
Talia looked up and down the passageway, then
quickly slid her identicard into her door slot, crouch-
ing under the rising door then swiftly palming the
interior portal button. The door descended back down
while Jennifer entered the living area drying her wet
hair with a yellow towel.
"How did it go?" asked the naked redhead.
"They didn't find anything about you," replied
Talia as she rushed forward and hugged her friend.
"But the scan really hurt. Bester did things to me."
Jennifer made soft, soothing noises while Talia
sobbed into her bare shoulder. Jennifer stroked Talia's
golden hair, caressing the crying girl's mind with
peaceful thoughts until she finally calmed down and
pulled away.
*Thanks,* smiled Talia faintly as she wiped
tears from her cheeks. "What are we going to do now?
Bester and Kelsey are searching the station for you."
"I have to go," said Jennifer with a regretful
expression. "It's almost time for me to change."
"Change? Into what?" asked Talia nervously.
"A new life form," murmured Jennifer as she let
the towel in her hand fall to the floor, her naked body
beginning to glow with a warm, golden light.
Talia backed away from Jennifer, her eyes wide
with disbelief and a little fear as she pressed her
body against the wall. Jennifer lowered her gaze,
watching Talia affectionately while her body began to
transform into pure mental energy. The door to Talia's
quarters rumbled and shook, then fell inwards to reveal
Bester and Kelsey with drawn PPGs.
"Lower your shields, now!" shouted Bester as he
tried to enter Jennifer's mind.
"It's too late, Bester. You failed," smiled
Jennifer as she lashed out with a psi- blast, smashing
Kelsey into unconsciousness. Bester grimaced with pain,
but fought back, aiming his PPG and firing several
shots at the glowing woman. Talia screamed in protest,
lurching forward to protect her lover. One PPG shot
smashed into Talia's back, sending her to the floor
like a limp doll. Jennifer roared in fury, extending
her hand and launching a plasma bolt at Bester. The
Psi-Cop yelled in agony as the right side of his body
was engulfed in flesh-searing heat. Bester dropped his
gun and fell to the floor of the hallway while Jennifer
knelt beside Talia, who lay barely conscious on her
stomach.
"I'm so sorry," said Jennifer as tears of liquid
fire dripped from her eyes. The mental being touched
Talia's back wound with her hand, mending flesh and
soothing raw nerves. In an instant, the nearly fatal
wound was gone, completely healed without a scar to
mark it. Talia sat up, looking up at Jennifer with
gratitude and love.
"I love you, Jennifer," whispered Talia as she
reached forward to touch the woman's light.
"And I love you, Talia. Forever," replied
Jennifer with a smile before she leaned forward to kiss
Talia's quivering lips. As the two women's mouths
touched, Jennifer filled Talia's mind, imparting some-
thing to the girl's essence.
"Never forget who you are, Talia," warned Jen-
nifer as she hugged the girl, enfolding her in an orb
of light. "Fight to retain your soul. I've given you
something that might help."
Floating away, Jennifer began ascending towards
the ceiling, smiling lovingly at Talia until she disap-
peared into the bulkhead. Emerging into the void of
space, Jennifer sailed past the empty transport ship,
destroying it with a focused thought before she disap-
peared into the quiet Jumpgate.
"Bester is in stable condition," reported Dr.
Franklin while Capt. Sinclair watched the patient from
an observation window in Med-Lab. "I repaired the
damage to his torso, and I was able to save his right
arm, but it won't function anymore, the nerves were too
damaged."
"Ms. Kelsey?" inquired Sinclair as he turned to
gaze at the female Psi-Cop, who sat next to Bester's
bed staring at him intently.
"Some minor bruises and a head-ache from a psi-
blast. I gave her some pain- killers," replied Frank-
lin.
"Good work," nodded Sinclair before he left Med-
Lab to write yet another report to Earthdome.
Talia sat at a table in her quarters, a steaming
cup of coffee sitting abandoned next to her as she
pondered her encounter with Ironheart.
"Keep my soul? A gift to help me remember my-
self? What did she mean?" agonized Talia while she
leaned back in her chair, her thoughts jumbled as she
sat in the dark, alone.
***
Chapter 6
The woman descended the boarding stairs of the transport Spinoza,
then walked down the dark length of the landing bay, the chamber's only
illumination a series of narrow light shafts. The striking brunette was
stopped at the entrance of the Customs area by a burly male guard who took
her identicard and ran it through a hand scanner.
"This card is out of date. You must have been out there a long
time," remarked the security guard as he downloaded new data into the
card.
"Yes, I've been out exploring the Rim," smiled the woman smoothly.
"Did you find anything interesting?" asked the guard as he handed
the identicard back.
"Yes," grinned the woman darkly while she tucked her card back
into her suit jacket, then repositioned her travel bag on her shoulder
before proceeding deeper into the station.
The woman passed Captain Sinclair, Mr. Bester, and Ms. Kelsey as
they entered the Customs area. Bester and Kelsey frowned as the woman
walked by, then re-focused their attention on Sinclair. Bester's right
arm hung limply by his side, the hand clenched into a tight fist.
"Well, my first visit to Babylon 5 was certainly memorable,"
smiled Bester ruefully.
"Hopefully I won't have to come back anytime soon."
"Have a safe trip back to Earth," replied Sinclair diplomatically.
"Oh, I'll be dropping by Mars first. Business there," corrected
Bester as he raised his left hand to his forehead in salute. "Be seeing
you, Captain Sinclair."
Sinclair watched the two Psi-Cops clear the guard and walk into
the landing bay, then he spun around to return to his office.
Susan Ivanova combed her long, brown hair with her hand, then
walked to the nearby bar to fix a glass of vodka. Sipping delicately,
Ivanova plopped onto her sofa and asked the monitor for ISN.
"President Santiago and Vice-President Clark have boarded Earth
Force One and begun their tour of the Solar System. The President will
visit the Moon Colony first, followed by a much anticipated visit to Mars,
where Santiago hopes to quell the growing unrest of Mars' citizens. The
first leg of the trip will end when Earth Force One reaches the Jumpgate
near Io, where the President will begin a tour of the outer colonies of
the Earth Alliance. ISN will bring you full coverage of this monumental
good will tour as events unfold."
Susan muted the monitor when the door chime ringed for attention.
"Enter!" said Susan before she took a long sip from her glass.
Talia Winters peeked inside, then walked tentatively into the
dimly-lit room.
Susan blinked in surprise, then rose to face her unexpected guest.
"Can I help you with something? I am off-duty, you know," said
Ivanova as she stared at Talia intently.
Talia glanced down at the floor, then ran a gloved hand through
her short, blonde hair nervously.
"Well..um, I have two tickets for a Centauri opera, and..um..I was
wondering if you would..like to go?" asked Talia before she bit her lip.
"Centauri opera? I've never heard one. Sure, why the hell not?"
shrugged Susan before she gulped down the rest of her drink, made a face
as the vodka hit her, then smiled cheerfully at the observing young woman.
"Let's go!"
Talia grinned in mild surprise and pleasure as Susan draped an arm
around her shoulders, allowing the blonde to lead the way to the Theater
Auditorium.
The woman pressed the door chime to Ambassador G'Kar's quarters,
then straightened her posture, smoothing out her knee-length grey skirt
with her hands. The hatch slid open, allowing warm, dry air to escape and
blow over the brunette's face and body. Allowing her grey eyes to adjust
to the red, dim light, the woman entered the room and moved to stand in
front of G'Kar's desk, where he sat reading a report.
"Yes? What is it?" asked G'Kar tersely.
"Hello. My name is Morgana, and I scheduled a brief meeting with
you at this time," nodded the woman politely.
"Then continue with your brief presentation," replied G'Kar as he
raised his red eyes to meet Morgana's.
"It's very simple. I have a question, what do you want?" smiled
Morgana.
"What do I want? What do I want for supper? What do I want to do
this evening?
What do you mean?" frowned G'Kar.
"What do you want?" repeated Morgana.
"You're wasting my time, Ms. Morgana. Please leave," said G'Kar
with a wave.
"I've gone to a lot of trouble through your government on Narn to
arrange this, surely you can answer one simple question?" retorted
Morgana.
G'Kar stared at the cheerful young woman, then bared his teeth
savagely.
"What do I want? The Centauri invaded my world, I want justice.
I want to blacken their skies, tear down their cities and poison their
ground with salt! I want to grind their bones to powder, to completely
and utterly erase them!" spat the Narn passionately.
"And then what?" probed Morgana eagerly.
"I..I don't know. As long as my world's safety is insured,
nothing else matters," admitted G'Kar.
"I see. Thank you for seeing me. Good day," bowed Morgana before
she spun on her heels and left the red-hued room.
"You have the Eye?" asked Lindra eagerly as she examined a square
box before the man in front of her.
"I do. Have you transferred my payment into my account?" retorted
the balding human coldly.
"Yes. Quite a sum. Enough to buy a small planet," grimaced
Lindra.
"But worth it," smiled the man as he gently pushed the box towards
the Centauri Ambassador.
Lindra grasped the box greedily, then slid the top open, bathing
her beautiful face in warm, ruby radiance.
"The Eye," murmured Lindra in awe.
"I believe our business in concluded, Ambassador. Good-bye," said
the man as he rose from his chair and left the open cafe.
Lindra closed the box, then swiftly left the Zocalo, taking a
series of lifts that led to her quarters in the diplomatic sector.
"Did you get it?" asked Adira while she polished a golden statue
of Li, the Centauri goddess of Passion.
"By the gods I did!" declared Lindra triumphantly as she held the
plain box over her head. Adira squealed with joy, then rushed to embrace
her mistress. The two women kissed hotly, then Lindra broke away
regretfully.
"We can celebrate later. I have to contact Centauri Prime and
relay the good news," grinned Lindra before she moved to her terminal and
began establishing a link to homeworld.
Lyta and Kosh entered the hanger bay where Kosh's ship sat
patiently. A probe extended from the skin of the vessel, emitting a green
ray that scanned both beings until it recognized Kosh's essence. The
probe retracted back into the hull, then a hatchway melted open.
*I hope that I can come back soon,* thought Lyta as she looked up
worshipfully at Kosh.
*I do as well,* nodded the Vorlon as his eye port expanded open
with sincerity. *But this must be done. You must undergo this change to
better serve our cause.*
*I know. But..I'm scared,* admitted Lyta as she looked down, her
mouth trembling.
*I will always be with you..Lyta,* soothed Kosh.
Lyta smiled, raising her face to bathe in the light pouring from
Kosh's eye port. Pressing her red lips together in determination, Lyta
stood stiffly, then moved intimately close to Kosh, pressing her small
hands against his bulky encounter suit.
*I love you,* said Lyta as she rubbed her cheek against the
imposing Vorlon's frame.
*Go..now,* replied Kosh gently.
Lyta backed away, then shouldered her bag as she moved to the
Vorlon ship and entered its dark interior. The hatch sealed shut, then
the fluid-curved vessel rose silently from its moorings and turned slowly
to face the grinding doors of the launch bay.
Kosh floated backwards out of the hanger, then stared out of an
observation window as his ship left the bay and slid gracefully into the
corridor that would lead to space. Kosh's eye port closed to a pinprick,
then the massive Vorlon left the window, returning to his cold, empty
quarters.
Talia staggered as she supported Susan's body. Ivanova giggled to
herself as she slid her identicard into her door slot, allowing the hatch
to rise open. Talia steered Susan through the door towards her bedroom
while the drunk woman sang off-key and laughed obnoxiously loud.
"I knew you drank, but not this much," said Talia before she
dropped Susan on top of the messy sheets.
"My father drank. He would drink one large glass of vodka every
night to keep the wolf away, then he would drink two more small glasses in
case she had any cubs," giggled Susan as she lay limply on the bed, her
arms and legs spread out wide. "I guess I picked up his bad habits."
"He died, didn't he?" asked Talia softly.
"You scanned me?" glared Susan.
"No, but it was in your surface thoughts. You're broadcasting
very loudly," replied Talia with a grin.
"Oops," said Susan as she covered her mouth with her hand. "I
better stop while I'm thinking this."
Talia turned her head quizzically, then blushed a deep red as she
picked up Susan's next thought.
"Well, you do have a nice ass," smiled Ivanova while she enjoyed
Talia's embarrassment.
"You're drunk, I should go," murmured Talia as she rose from the
bed.
"Not quite yet," replied Susan before she pounced on Talia's small
shoulders, then pulled the girl back onto the bed. Before the blonde
could protest, Susan smothered her mouth with moist lips, thrusting a
desperate tongue into Talia's throat. Talia moaned in protest, then grew
relaxed as Ivanova's mind caressed her own thoughts.
*You're a telepath too?* sent Talia.
*Only a latent one,* replied Susan as she tore open Talia's jacket
and blouse, then bent down to suck loudly on the girl's ripe breasts.
*That feels good,* commented Talia while Susan suckled on her pink
nipples, coaxing the knobs to hardness.
*I'm just getting started,* grinned Ivanova before she slid her
hand up Talia's skirt and began massaging the girl's pussy through her
soft, silk panties.
"Oh, god," moaned Talia as she closed her eyes, her breathing hot
as her pale, white skin flushed with pleasure. Susan flooded Talia's mind
with lust and longing as she slid her hand lewdly up and down the girl's
crotch, making her panties wet with arousal. Ivanova kissed Talia once
more on the mouth, then moved in-between the blonde girl's outspread legs,
pushing her skirt up onto her hips as skilled hands pulled off her
dripping white panties.
*Fuck me,* begged Talia as she thrust her cunt onto Susan's face.
Ivanova began licking Talia's labia enthusiastically, her tongue savoring
the girl's spicy pink flesh and sticky honey. Talia groaned loudly, her
forehead beading with sweat as she bit her lower lip and grasped the
sheets with her hands. Susan's hands rubbed up and down Talia's bare legs
as she sucked on the girl's slit, her tongue probing deep into Talia's
quivering vagina.
"Ugh..more," moaned Talia, her shapely hips gyrating sensually
while Susan's head moved up and down her crotch, Ivanova's mouth grasping
the folds of Talia's pussy, sucking the musky juices from the tender skin.
Susan turned Talia onto her stomach, then licked her tongue across
the girl's tight, round ass, savoring the flavor of the firm, warm flesh.
"Ummm, you taste delicious," moaned Susan before she slid her
tongue down Talia's crack, trickling saliva down into the girl's throbbing
pussy. Talia blushed at Susan's dirty language, then gasped as Ivanova
nuzzled inside her cunt, licking the insides of her vagina until it gushed
with hot jism. Talia's small ass bucked as Ivanova slurped inside her
womb, devouring the sweet honey flowing from her body. The blonde girl
stuffed a sheet into her mouth, muffling her cries as she orgasmed, her
crotch spasming with each overpowering jolt of pleasure. Ivanova's body
spasmed in sympathy, her mind sharing Talia's orgasms, experiencing them
as if they were her own.
Susan crawled up Talia's limp body, nuzzling her damp hair before
turning her onto her back and kissing her wantonly.
*This time we'll try it without clothes,* grinned Ivanova before
she began pulling off Talia's disheveled jacket and shirt.
Delenn answered the door chime to her quarters, allowing the
attractive human female inside.
"Hello, Ambassador. Thank you for agreeing to see me. I just
have a single question to ask you," smiled Morgana warmly.
"Ask," invited Delenn as she backed away a short distance.
"What do you want?" inquired Morgana.
Before Delenn replied, she frowned, her mind flaring with alarm.
Looking intently at Morgana, the Minbari gasped softly as the woman's face
and body became engulfed in darkness, waves of death wafting forward to
caress Delenn's face. A silver triangle appeared on Delenn's forehead as
she clutched her hands together in fear and backed away even more.
"Leave," ordered Delenn coldly.
"Ambassador?" asked Morgana curiously.
"Get out!" spat the Minbari.
Morgana bowed briefly, then left the candle-lit room. The silver
triangle disappeared from Delenn's face, but the fear remained within her
pumping heart.
"They're here," whispered Delenn, her voice taut with dread.
******
Chapter 7
Lt. Cmdr. Ivanova entered C & C with a wide, warm smile for
everyone. She wished Ensign Corwin a cheerful good morning, then punched
Captain Sinclair playfully on the arm as she took her place before the
Observation window.
"You're looking happy today," smiled Sinclair in amusement.
"Something happen last night?"
"Just making a new friend, Captain," grinned Susan evilly.
"Ah," replied Sinclair as he glanced warily at his
second-in-command. "Some reports are coming in of raiders attacking
transport ships near this sector. I want you to take Alpha Squadron and
check it out."
"Yes, sir," saluted Ivanova cheerfully before she marched from the
room.
Ivanova was making her way towards the Starfury bays when she
spotted Talia Winters coming towards her. The two young women smiled at
each other, then Talia extended a mental probe that gently caressed
Susan's mind affectionately. Susan managed not to flinch at the
telepathic contact, it didn't seem so bad when Talia was the one joining
with her.
"Are you free tonight?" asked Talia shyly as the two women stood
near the wall of the passageway.
"I think so. Sinclair ordered me to take a flight of Starfuries
to the edge of the sector in order to check out some reports of raider
activity. I should be back by evening,"
replied Ivanova while she clasped Talia's left hand tightly. Making sure
no Earthforce personnel were in the passage, Susan leaned forward quickly,
kissing Talia passionately on the lips.
"You're such a tease," whispered Talia huskily as she ran her
gloved finger across her moist lips.
"I'll take my time with you tonight, wench," grinned Susan before
she resumed her journey, squeezing Talia's firm ass briefly as she walked
past.
Lindra Mollari stood before her full length mirror, adjusting some
of the ornaments on her long-tailed, navy blue jacket.
"Lord Kiro and Lady Ladira should be disembarking by now," warned
Adira as she walked up behind her mistress, lightly dusting the back of
the Centauri woman's coat.
"I have to look good for our guests," replied Lindra while she
primped her rich, black hair, then licked her lips and turned to face her
aide. "Have the wine and food ready when I bring them back here."
"Yes, mistress," nodded Adira respectfully.
Lindra patted Adira's hand, then resolutely left her quarters to
meet the Centauri nobles.
Ivanova's Starfury shot out of the glowing Jumpgate, propelled by
the force of her emergence as she set course for the coordinates of the
last raider attack. Six other Starfuries followed Susan, spread out in a
loose line formation.
"Keep your eyes on your long-range scanners. Let me know if you
see anything unusual," ordered Susan crisply. "Furies Five and Six, stay
here to guard our rear."
Two Starfuries slowed their flight, remaining near the Jumpgate
while their companions traveled deeper into the system.
"Lord Kiro, Lady Ladira," bowed Lindra before the two richly
garbed Centauri nobles.
"Ambassador Mollari," nodded Kiro in acknowledgment. "Shall we
leave this place for somewhere more private?"
"Certainly, my lord," agreed Lindra as she led the way out of
Customs towards a nearby lift.
"The Eye is safe?" inquired Kiro as he walked close to Lindra.
"Yes, it's ready for you to take back home at any time," replied
Lindra.
"I should like to see it before we return to Prime," murmured
Kiro.
"It's rather unusual, but I don't see any harm," said Lindra
tentatively as she glanced at the tall lord.
"Good," smiled Kiro smugly.
Adira quietly served Kiro and Ladira drinks in tall, crystal
glasses, then offered trays of Centauri delicacies before retiring to the
kitchen to await her masters' wishes. Kiro sat impatiently on a cushioned
chair while Lindra retrieved the Eye and placed the box containing it upon
a nearby table. Kiro reached hesitantly forward, sliding open the box,
then reaching within to withdraw the revered Eye.
"It's beautiful," whispered Kiro as he held the Eye in one hand, a
delicate web of silver and gold encrusted with precious gems. At the
heart of the Eye was a single, perfect ruby that glowed with a warm, inner
light, a fiery sun surrounded by gleaming moons of wealth.
"Truly, it is a symbol of Emperors," murmured Lord Kiro as he
turned the Eye with his hands, his gaze mesmerized by the burning stone
within.
"I believe your ship departs tomorrow," reminded Lindra with a
polite cough. "The
government wants me to hold the Eye until your departure."
"Yes, that would probably be best," said Kiro before he
reluctantly replaced the Eye in its box and sealed it shut. He quickly
drained his glass of wine, then stood up, motioning Ladira to proceed
before him. As the two nobles left, Kiro turned slightly, watching Lindra
from his peripheral vision.
"Where did it all go wrong, Ambassador? When did we lose it all?"
asked Kiro darkly.
"I don't know," replied Lindra as she daydreamed of lost glory.
"I don't know."
"Sinclair to Ivanova. Have you found anything?" asked the
Captain.
"Debris from a freighter. Long-range scan detects four raiders
leaving the system at maximum burn. Plotting a pursuit course," replied
Susan.
"Raiders burning out-system away from the Jumpgate?" whispered
Sinclair. "Commander! Turn about and return to the station!"
"But sir, the raiders," protested Ivanova.
"Return to base now!" ordered Sinclair. "They're trying to draw
you off."
"Coming home," acknowledged Ivanova.
"You summoned me, mistress?" asked Adira as she entered Lady
Ladira's quarters.
"Yes, child. You belong to Ambassador Mollari?" inquired the
noble.
"Yes, mistress," replied the girl as she lowered her face.
"You must be careful," said Ladira as she reached out to take
Adira's hands. "Dark times are coming. Death surrounds Lindra, and you
may fall victim to it."
"Will Lindra be safe?" asked Adira fearfully.
"I don't know, her path is obscured by fire and the screams of her
victims," replied Ladira. "You must guide Mollari, keep her from falling
too far into Shadow."
"I'll do whatever I can to protect my mistress," promised Adira
fervently.
"Good. You must go now, child," replied Ladira as she released
the Centauri girl's hands.
Morning arrived on Babylon 5, and Ambassador Mollari quickly left
her quarters bearing the Eye for her farewell to Kiro. As Lindra entered
a waiting lift, Morgana stepped agilely inside, watching as Mollari
punched in a level number and waited for the lift to descend.
"Hello, Ambassador. I've been wanting to see you for some time,"
said Morgana with a polite smile.
"And who are you?" asked Lindra distractedly.
"Morgana. I need to ask you a question, it won't take long,"
replied the lovely woman.
"I'm rather busy right now, make an appointment," said Lindra just
before the lift doors cycled open. Lindra shot out of the lift, while
Morgana followed from a distance.
"What do you want, Lindra?" asked Morgana intently.
"I want you to leave me alone," retorted Mollari as she almost
disappeared around a corner.
"Is that really all?" insisted Morgana.
Lindra stopped in her tracks, then turned to face Morgana with a
glare.
"You really want to know what I want? You want to know the truth?
I want my people to reclaim their rightful place in the galaxy. I want
to see the Centauri stretch forth their hand again and command the stars!
I want a rebirth of glory - a renaissance of power! I want us to be what
we used to be! I want..I want it all back the way that it was! Does that
answer your question?" spat Lindra before she disappeared down the
passage.
"Yes, it does," smiled Morgana cruelly.
Mollari entered the Customs area where Lord Kiro and Ladira
waited. As Lindra handed the box with the Eye to Kiro, a human pushed out
of the crowd and grabbed Kiro, thrusting a PPG pistol against the lord's
temple.
"Everybody! Back!" shouted the human male while he dragged Kiro
towards the landing bay.
"Kiro!" shouted Ladira as she began to follow before Lindra
grabbed her thin arms and restrained her.
Alarms began to blare as a security guard tried to get a bead on
the thief. The human swiftly fired his gun, exploding the guard's head
like a fruit as the plasma burst boiled his escaping brains. Human
passengers and aliens screamed as they fled the Customs room. Ladira grew
limp in Mollari's grasp, her eyes glazed as the walls began to shake from
exterior explosions.
"They've come! They've come for Lord Kiro!" moaned Ladira.
C & C was bathed in red emergency light as PPG bolts flew across
the star scape.
"Activate defense grid! Launch all fighters!" ordered Sinclair as
a huge, wheel- shaped command ship disgorged waves of raider vessels. PPG
blasts slammed into B5's hull as the raiders danced gracefully along its
hull, destroying comm antennas and power vanes. Squadrons of Starfuries
launched from their bays, pursuing the wing- shaped raider ships, driving
them away from the station. A lone shuttle bearing Lord Kiro and the
human emerged from B5's docking bay, flying directly towards the waiting
command ship. Fighters dodged and chased in the fire-cluttered space
around the station. Garibaldi led the Starfury contingent, focusing his
pilots' fire on the vulnerable wing assemblies of the swift raider craft.
Fighters exploded like bright, ruby balloons around Babylon 5, their
deaths illuminating the blue-tinged hull as defensive turrets added more
fire into the lethal dogfight.
"Ivanova, now!" ordered Sinclair before C & C shook from another
near hit.
The Jumpgate near Babylon 5 swirled open, releasing Alpha Squadron
into the chaotic mass of combat.
"Take'm out!" ordered Ivanova as she swung behind a raider and
tore it apart with a precise PPG burst.
The raider command ship slowly turned to starboard, abandoning its
fighters as it opened a spinning whirlpool of golden light in space.
"Command ship is opening a Jumppoint! Changing course to pursue!"
declared Ivanova as she turned her fighter hard to port.
"Negative! Let it go!" ordered Sinclair wearily.
"But sir!" argued Susan.
"I said let it go! It's too dangerous," replied Sinclair. "Help
Garibaldi take out the other raider fighters."
"Yes, sir," grumbled Ivanova as she shot up into a wide turn that
led back to the station.
The raider command ship left Hyperspace, entering an empty system
that no one could find easily. Lord Kiro walked down a dim passageway,
clutching the Eye close to his chest as he met the captain of the raider
vessel.
"Excellent work, Captain!" praised Kiro. "Now just set course for
the rendevous and I'll be able to take the Eye back to Centauri Prime for
my declaration of the throne."
"Sorry, change in plans," smiled the captain as he seized the Eye
from Kiro's grip.
"What the hell?" snarled Kiro with rage.
"I'm going to ransom this little trinket, and you, Kiro," replied
the raider. "If you're lucky, the Centauri government will pay your
ransom and you'll get to go home. You may not become Emperor, but you'll
still be alive.. to continue paying me unless you want your people to know
that you plotted to steal the Eye in the first place."
"Damn you.." began Kiro before the ship's alarm claxon began to
chime.
"What the..?" stammered the raider as he looked up at the ceiling.
Outside the raider ship, a huge, oily-black shape emerged from
Hyperspace, screaming shrilly as it fired a violet plasma beam at the
raider. The first beam tore the dorsal section from the hull, then a
second shot sliced the vessel in half while secondary explosions consumed
the defenseless interior.
Lindra Mollari sat limply in a chair, loosely holding a goblet of
wine in her right hand. Adira knelt on the floor near Lindra's seat,
mending one of Lindra's pair of hose. The door chime sounded, generating
no reaction from the depressed ambassador. Adira rose to her feet with a
sigh, then went to open the door. Morgana smiled as the hatch slid
upwards, holding a blackened box in her hands.
"Mistress, it's Ms. Morgana," informed Adira softly.
"Eh? What does she want?" mumbled Lindra before she took another
gulp from her goblet.
"I come bearing a gift, from friends you don't know you have,"
said Morgana as she slipped into the room and set the charred box on a
table.
Lindra staggered to her feet, then approached the table, picking
up the box and sliding it open. The light of the Eye bathed her
astonished face, giving her features a hellish cast.
"The Eye! How?!" gasped Lindra.
"I'm glad that you like my gift," smiled Morgana as she backed
towards the open door. "We'll speak again later."
"How can I repay you? How will I find you?" exclaimed Mollari
happily as she followed Morgana towards the doorway.
"We will find you, ambassador. We will find you," whispered
Morgana with fire- tinged eyes.
Talia sat reading a book when her door bleeped at her. Answering
the summons, Talia's eyes widened in surprise when Ivanova burst in and
kissed her hard on the mouth. Susan was still garbed in her sweaty flight
suit, a bottle of liquor in her left hand as she pressed her body against
Talia's and sucked hungrily on the girl's lips.
"Uh, hi," said Talia when she finally broke away from Ivanova's
embrace.
"Shit, I'm so damn horny," whispered Susan huskily as she unzipped
her flight suit and slid out.
"Uh..shouldn't you take a shower first?" hedged Talia as she
backed into the counter of her small kitchen.
"No way, I want to fuck you now!" declared Susan as she grabbed
Talia's shoulders and kissed her again, then began licking down the
blonde's creamy neck.
"Ah..no," moaned Talia while Susan tore off her blouse, then
ripped off her lace bra. Ivanova devoured Talia's tits, sucking
desperately on the warm mounds of flesh, biting the sensitive nipples
painfully.
"Stop it!" begged Talia as she leaned back against the counter,
her mind flooded with the force of Susan's lust.
"I know you want it, bitch!" snarled Susan before she turned Talia
around, then pulled down the girl's skirt and panties. Before Talia could
protest further, Susan crushed her face into the girl's ass, sucking
ravenously on her trembling cunt. Talia gasped for breath, pressing her
arms against the counter's surface for support as Susan grasped her bare
hips and thrust an urgent mouth into her moistening slit. Ivanova slapped
Talia's ass hard, then did it again and again until Talia was crying with
agony and her rump was burning red.
Susan stood up and pushed Talia onto the floor, then uncorked the
wine and poured it down onto Talia's naked body. The blonde girl squirmed
as the cold liquor sprayed over her breasts, stomach, and slim legs.
Susan held the bottle over Talia's face, letting the stream of wine splash
against her beautiful mouth, nose and chin. When the bottle was empty,
Susan tossed it aside, then straddled atop Talia's stained, dripping body.
Ivanova leaned down, licking the sweet, red wine from Talia's shoulders
and panting tits. Talia moaned weakly until Susan shut her up with a
kiss, dry lips sucking the liquor from Talia's trembling, seductive mouth.
Susan drank the wine from Talia's neck, breasts, and stomach, then forced
the girl's legs apart, licking the wine from her firm, creamy thighs and
musky crotch. Talia panted loudly as Susan licked wine from her burning
pussy, the liquor mixing with the honey dripping from her aroused vagina.
Ivanova slid her lips across Talia's throbbing cunt, her tongue teasing as
it caressed the girl's labia and flicked over her engorged clit. Talia
lay limply on the carpeted floor, her arms outspread as she laid her head
back and closed her eyes in helpless ecstasy. Susan's licks became more
forceful, more demanding as she entered Talia's dripping vagina and began
sucking like a vacuum. Talia groaned with pleasure, her breasts pumping
like a bellows as her climax grew closer. Sliding across Talia's naked
body, Susan rammed her mouth against her lover's as Talia's mind screamed
with an orgasm, the sensual spike impaling into Susan's brain as she
melded her thoughts with the blonde girl beneath her.
*More,* begged Talia as she looked up into Susan's bright eyes.
Ivanova smiled, then moved her crotch to press against Talia's eager
mouth.
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