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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 Sin-
clair 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 ten0
tatively 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 Mor-
gana'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, Ambas-
sador. 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 triumphant-
ly 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 bed-
room 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 pro-
test, 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 be-
fore 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,* grin-
ned Ivanova before she began pulling off Talia's dis-
heveled 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 disembark-
ing 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 Jump-
gate, 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 acknowledg-
ment. "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 hesi-
tantly 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 Jump-
gate?" 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 reach-
ed 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 appoint-
ment," 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 in-
tently.
"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 Cen-
tauri 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 disap-
peared 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 grab-
bed 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 passen-
gers 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, pur-
suing 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 direct-
ly 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 as-
semblies 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, re-
leasing Alpha Squadron into the chaotic mass of combat.
"Take'm out!" ordered Ivanova as she swung be-
hind a raider and tore it apart with a precise PPG
burst.
The raider command ship slowly turned to star-
board, 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, enter-
ing 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 to-
wards 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 pres-
sed 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 be-
fore 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 burn-
ing 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 impal-
ing 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.
****
Chapter 8
The Sky Dancer sailed out of the Jumpgate
towards a lone planet illuminated by a bright, fiery
nebula. Catherine Sakai activated her long range
scanners, surveying the system as she approached the
solitary world. Just as her active sensor array
engaged, five sharp-edged vessels appeared from nowhere
to surround Catherine's boxy, ungraceful craft. Oval
crystals embedded on the noses of the alien ships
flared with deadly light as they aimed ominously at the
Sky Dancer. Behind the swift, agile destroyers
shimmered a huge, oily-skinned vessel with many sharp
appendages in a spider-like arrangement. Catherine
gasped in terror, her eyes growing wide as the black
warship screamed in her mind, making her tremble like
a paralyzed rabbit. With her hands frozen on the con-
trols of her ship, the comm indicator blinked for
attention.
"Who are you?" hissed a nerve-grating voice
after Catherine depressed the receive button of her
comm system.
"Catherine..Catherine Sakai," stuttered
Catherine.
"You come from Babylon 5?" inquired the alien.
"Yes, how did you know?" frowned Catherine in
puzzlement.
"You will land on Home. If you try to escape,
you will die," warned the alien acidly before he cut
the comm transmission.
The five tri-winged destroyers slid around the
Sky Dancer, hemming it in as Catherine re-engaged her
engines and continued towards the desolate-looking
planet. The black warship ascended into space, hover-
ing arrogantly over the lesser vessels as they entered
the planet's gravity well and began their descent to
the surface. The hull of the Sky Dancer grew cherry
red as it pushed against the world's thin atmosphere.
Eventually Catherine landed her ship at coordinates
dictated by the hissing alien crewman. Locking down
her engines, Catherine shut down almost all of the Sky
Dancer's systems, then put on a lightweight environ-
mental suit according to the alien's instructions.
Taking a deep breath to calm her shaking nerves,
Catherine released the hatch lock, which lowered a
ramp down to the dust-choked ground below. Catherine
turned on a bright hand lamp, then slowly walked down
the exit ramp, stumbling as strong winds slammed into
her body and obscured her helmet visor with an endless
torrent of brown dust. The young woman grasped a ramp
pole as the wind assaulted her, her arms burning with
strain until a black-robed figure emerged from the dust
storm and seized her right hand.
"Come with me," hissed the alien loudly as he
pulled Catherine along.
Catherine struggled vainly for a moment, then
surrendered to the stronger alien and allowed him to
guide her to an ugly mound of rock. The duo entered
a large cave entrance, the shelter protecting them
from the dust and wind, allowing them both to move
more freely. The alien pulled Catherine relentlessly,
forcing her to descend into a pitch- black tunnel that
burrowed deep within the crust of the planet.
Catherine wiped dust from her visor, then smiled softly
as the air became lighter and warmer. Glow orbs flashed
to life as the duo entered a square chamber with sev-
eral atmospheric suits hanging from pegs along the
stone walls.
"Remove your protective gear," ordered the alien
as he pointed to an empty peg on the right.
"What is your name?" asked Catherine as she
unsealed her helmet, then shook out her short, sweat-
slick black hair.
"I am Drakh," replied the pasty-skinned alien
as he stared at her with burning, red eyes.
"Is that your name or the name of your race?"
inquired Catherine.
"Yes," answered the Drakh simply.
"This is going to be informative," muttered
Catherine to herself.
"Come," said the Drakh with a beckoning gesture.
Catherine followed the Drakh down several
twisting hallways which led to an arched passage.
Trailing the black-robed alien reluctantly, Catherine
gasped in wonder as they entered a small balcony over-
hanging a huge, ebony-towered, underground city.
"Behold, Angmar," said the Drakh proudly.
Catherine clutched the rail of the balcony
tightly as she gazed over the immense city, then stared
at a shaft of golden light that flowed from a portal on
the opposite wall of the huge cavern. The beam was
focused on the pinnacle of the city's tallest spire,
where it was diffused and distributed throughout the
metropolis.
"Come," said the Drakh before it began a long
descent down a hewn staircase. The city was strangely
quiet to Catherine as she glanced at the dark edifices,
there were no sounds of vehicles or citizens moving
about. The occasional robed figure walked briefly
along a street, as well as strange, insect-shaped
creatures that flowed sinuously over the boulevards.
The entire city was dimly-lit, only the shaft of light
provided any significant illumination. The woman and
her Drakh guide reached the street level of the city,
then traveled down a wide road until they stopped at
the foot of a tall, sharply peaked tower.
"Go," ordered the Drakh as he pointed towards
the tower's door, which opened silently at his gesture.
"Who lives there?" asked Catherine nervously.
"The Masters," replied the Drakh before he fell
silent, his eyes boring into Catherine's.
Sighing in resignation, Catherine slowly climbed
the short staircase that led to the open door, then
carefully entered the tower. Emerging into a small
entrance room, Catherine looked up at a long, spiraling
staircase that climbed all the way to the summit of the
tower. The iron door behind Catherine closed silently,
and when she tried to pull the portal open, it refused
to budge. Kicking the door with her booted foot,
Catherine began the long climb to the top, occasionally
stopping to rest and catch her breath. She finally
reached the top of the staircase, her breasts pumping
as she panted for air. The door to Catherine's right
rumbled open, inviting the young woman to enter.
Cautiously, Catherine slipped inside, her eyes drawn to
the large, floor to ceiling window that gave an
impressive view of the city. Catherine walked up to
the window, pressing her bare hands over the warm,
smooth glass as she gazed at the vista with admiration.
*My city is beautiful, isn't it?* whispered a
soft voice within Catherine's mind. *It was built when
all of the Young Ones were still puddles of slime on
their respective homeworlds.*
Catherine spun to seek out the alien transmit-
ting telepathically to her. A Shadow emerged from a
dark corner, his limbs clicking against the stone floor
as he drew closer to the trembling human.
*Do not be afraid, I will not harm you,* soothed
the Shadow as it lowered its wedge-shaped head, fixing
Catherine with a glowing, six-eyed gaze.
"What race are you?" whispered Catherine as she
clenched her hands together over her stomach.
*The Young Ones named us Shadows. We have lived
in this galaxy for millions of centuries, watching your
kind evolve and fight.*
"What do you want with me?" asked Catherine.
*Great plans are in motion, the next great war
between Order and Chaos is about to begin. We require
allies, we hope that humanity will join with us against
the Vorlons and their slaves,* replied the Shadow as
he moved closer to Catherine.
"What do you want me to do?" murmured Catherine
as she stared deeply into the Shadow's glowing eyes,
her mind growing warm and foggy as the alien stimulated
the pleasure centers of her brain.
*You will return to Babylon 5. You will con-
vince Captain Sinclair to lend us his support. In
exchange, we will share our technology with the Earth
Alliance, both of our races will unite against the
oppression of the Vorlons. Will you help us? Will
you help me?* asked the Shadow insidiously.
"Yes," moaned Catherine as she closed her eyes
to slits, her skin flushed as lust boiled within her
veins.
*You are a very good girl,* praised the Shadow
while he caressed her left cheek with a manipulator
limb. Catherine groaned with sensual pleasure, her
body slack as a second Shadow approached her from be-
hind and wrapped his oily-sheened arms around her
wrists and stomach. The Shadow in front of Sakai slit
open her jumpsuit with one of his claws, then pulled
the torn garment down to her ankles. The second Shadow
fondled Catherine's body from behind, squeezing her
breasts, then sliding cool claws down her flat stomach.
Catherine gasped when the Shadow reached her crotch,
hard chitin rubbing against her tender pussy until it
grew wet with arousal.
*The Shadows represent Chaos in its purest form.
We refute discipline and obedience, rather we promote
self-indulgence, lust, and greed. These are not flaws
or sins, they are basic tenets of life that all
creatures share and must surrender to if they are to
attain total fulfillment. Give in to your lust,
Catherine. Surrender your lovely body to me,* whisper-
ed the Shadow seductively into the young woman's mind.
"Yes, take me," begged Catherine as she leaned
back against the second Shadow, her hips gyrating as
he slid a claw into her quivering cunt. The first
Shadow leaned close to Catherine's face, opening his
maw and releasing a dripping purple tongue towards her
panting lips. Sakai groaned achingly as the Shadow
licked across her lips and chin, then slid his slimy
probe into her small mouth. The second Shadow's lower
torso split open, allowing a long, ichor-slick, black
penis to slither out and ram inside Catherine's warm
fuck hole. Catherine moaned softly around the tongue
wiggling inside her throat as the Shadow's cock filled
her pussy, spreading her pink folds to the tearing
point. The short-haired brunette grunted as the second
Shadow began thrusting into her belly, his phallic limb
pulsing erotically within her vagina. The first Shadow
pulled away from Catherine's dripping mouth, then moved
to her heaving tits, sucking loudly on her orbs of
creamy flesh.
"Uhh, it's so good! Fuck me harder!" panted
Catherine while the Shadow behind her rammed his body
against her firm ass, his cock punching deeply into
her, his flesh feeding on her warmth and life.
The first Shadow left Catherine's saliva-
drenched breasts, then opened his own carapace, re-
leasing his own cock and raising it to the naked
woman's panting mouth.
*Suck it, human slut,* ordered the Shadow firmly.
Submissively, Catherine clasped her moist lips
over the head of the huge, dripping rod, licking the
throbbing tip with her delicate tongue. As the Shadow
hissed with pleasure, Catherine began pumping her head
up and down, her mouth sucking deeply on the pole as
she allowed it to slide down her warm throat. The
Shadow grasped Catherine's head with two of his claws,
then thrust his member forward, enjoying the lewd
spectacle of a human female devouring his cock with her
sensuous lips. The two Shadows fucked Catherine for
over an hour, one pumping against her bare ass while
the other rammed his tool in and out of her ravenous
mouth. With a powerful climax, both Shadows spewed
sticky ichor against Catherine, covering her beautiful
face and pussy with purple goo. The two aliens pulled
away from the naked woman, watching as she stumbled to
her knees and coughed semen out of her mouth.
*You shall serve us well,* complimented the
first Shadow. *A servant will clothe you and return
you to your ship. Go back to Babylon 5 and talk to
Sinclair. Show him the benefits of working with us.
There will be someone else on the station as well to
help you with your task. If you succeed, we will show
you many more pleasures of the flesh, enough to give
you a lifetime of ecstasy.*
"Oh, yes! I will do anything for you, masters!"
gushed Catherine enthusiastically before she wiped a
spot of cum from her chin. She gazed at the ichor
lovingly, then slowly licked the cream from her fingers.
The Shadows left the room through a portal on the far
wall, then a single Drakh emerged from the entrance
and handed Catherine a fresh jumpsuit.
"Come, please," urged the Drakh softly. "Return
you to your ship."
The small Vorlon fighter hung motionless in
Hyperspace, watching as the Jumpgate to Shadow space
flared open and allowed the Sky Dancer to enter. As
the boxy survey ship followed the beacon back to
Babylon 5, the slim, squid-like vessel turned grace-
fully and leapt forward on a new course, to the Vorlon
Empire.
***
Chapter 9
Lyta Alexander awoke suddenly, her pale brow
glistening with sweat as Kosh's ship emerged from
Hyperspace into the Vorlon home system. The organic
vessel helpfully generated a hologram of the forward
view, allowing Lyta to gaze at several large Vorlon
warships. A huge four-limbed battlecruiser dominated
the star field, it slowly turned to starboard and
sailed towards the much smaller courier vessel. Kosh's
ship sang a complicated series of notes to the Vorlon
patrol craft, then continued its course towards Vorlon
itself. The battlecruiser's shadow fell over the
courier as it flew close to the ship's ventral hull.
Lyta looked at the upper edge of the view screen,
imagining all the lethal Vorlon weapons trained on her
and ready to send her into oblivion if she did anything
unexpected.
Lyta worshiped the Vorlons, but she did not
delude herself about them. The Vorlons were an
incredibly ancient and powerful race, they prized order
and discipline, which they expected everyone else to do
as well. If a younger race defied the Vorlons, it was
not unknown for that transgressor to disappear from the
galactic community. Alien races had to be very careful
to keep up appearances, the Centauri were particularly
adept at seeming to prize Order, yet hiding their love
of chaos and lust from most prying outsiders. Lyta
settled back into her warm, form-fitting chair, allow-
ing Kosh's affectionate presence to calm her apprehen-
sive mind as she drew closer to his homeworld.
Vorlon was a huge, gaseous world, with tempes-
tuous clouds of gold and white. Methane and other
gases toxic to humans made up the bulk of Vorlon's
atmosphere, while great surges of air pressure made the
planet even more inhospitable to carbon life forms. The
Vorlons lived in large, floating, crystal cities, their
sharp spires glowing with the presence of many ethereal
beings. The capital city of Vorlon was the largest of
all, built at the beginning of Vorlon civilization,
existing for millions of years as the Vorlons learned
space flight from older First Ones, then went out to
explore and tame the galaxy.
Within the great Dome of the Vorlon capital, the
Vorlon High Council met. The nine councilors floated in
a great circle while a holographic view of empty space
surrounded them. The Vorlons were the only strong
source of light in the room, a beacon of Order in a sea
of Chaos.
*The mate of Jeffrey Sinclair has been corrupted
by the Shadows,* reported a councilor. *A scout ship
watched the female's ship leave Z'ha'dum. She is head-
ing back to Babylon 5 to sway Sinclair to the Shadows'
side.*
*We must destroy the female before she can taint
Sinclair,* declared another.
*That could be disastrous,* retorted a third.
*If Sinclair discovers that we have slain his love, he
will definitely side with the Shadows. We must think
of a better solution.*
*There is no time!* said the second. *Sakai will
be back at Babylon 5 within a few hours, we must send a
ship to destroy her immediately!*
A courier Vorlon appeared within the council
room, hovering at the edge of the star field as he
reported, *Ambassador Kosh's ship has arrived on planet.
The human he has chosen is awaiting further instruc-
tions in one of the landing berths.*
*Kosh. His idea for this female is insane! We
shouldn't allow any of the Young Ones to see Vorlon's
sacred skies.*
*She may be very useful. It does no harm to try
Kosh's plan,* rumbled the One. The ancient Vorlon
turned to regard the waiting courier. *Guide Lyta to
the special room we have built for her. Tell her that
we will begin her augmentation soon.*
*It will be done,* acknowledged the courier be-
fore he faded into the darkness.
*Unfortunately, we do not have the time to
develop a more subtle plan. Send a fighter to inter-
cept the Sky Dancer and destroy it. We must eliminate
Sakai before she can reach Sinclair. See that it is
done.*
A day had passed when a Vorlon finally came to
Lyta's quarters and told her to follow him. Surpris-
ingly, everywhere that Lyta went was comfortable and
full of clean air. Lyta marveled at the power of
Vorlon technology, that allowed her to breathe easily
while outside powerful methane storms raged around the
crystal city. The red-haired young woman was led into
a large, pitch-black room, then left completely alone.
Lyta wrapped her arms around her flat stomach, biting
her lip in apprehension as she pondered what would
happen next.
*Take off your garments,* ordered a Vorlon
loudly within Lyta's mind. Lyta grimaced in pain, but
complied with the voice, removing her jacket, blouse,
pants, and undergarments. Completely naked, Lyta
crossed her arms over her breasts, turning slowly to
see if she could spot one of the her hosts.
A Vorlon appeared before Lyta. He floated above
the naked girl, his true form glowing with an angry,
purple light. Tentacles lashed out from the Vorlon's
body, wrapping around Lyta's wrists and legs, pulling
her up into the air until she was at eye- level with
the pulsing Vorlon.
*You are weak, a puppet of flesh. We will make
you stronger, we will enhance your mental abilities and
allow you to breathe our pure air. This is a great
gift, do not fail us or you will perish most painfully.
We do not tolerate mistakes. Do you understand and
accept this, fleshling?*
*Yes, I accept it,* sent Lyta as she stared
resolutely into the Vorlon's burning eyes.
*You have spirit, and you love Kosh. You may be
useful to our cause,* admitted the Vorlon before he
unleashed another tendril, a limb that punched into
Lyta's smooth forehead. Lyta gasped as the wriggling
probe slid into her brain, making her mind burn with
agony as it created advanced neurons and expanded
synaptic pathways. Lyta whimpered softly, tears
trickling down her cheeks as her body shook limply in
the Vorlon's strong grip.
*Kosh has coupled with you. Such a thing has
not been done for centuries. It is considered unclean
and barbaric,* whispered the Vorlon within Lyta's
agonized brain. *We have evolved beyond the need for
pleasures of the flesh, we are pure intellect, pure
Order.*
*He...loves..me," retorted Lyta weakly.
*Love? I know nothing of love,* growled the
Vorlon before he removed his limb from Lyta's head and
healed the wound with a quick brush across the brow.
The Vorlon released Lyta, letting her fall painfully
to the floor in a heap of tangled limbs. The Vorlon
watched silently as the naked girl moaned and staggered
stiffly to her feet.
*You are full of pride. You think that you are
chosen to be someone special, a link between humanity
and the Vorlons. You are nothing. When we are done
with you, you will be cast back into the teeming hordes
of your fellow savages. You are our servant!* shouted
the Vorlon into Lyta's mind as he whipped his tentacles
forward, smacking the nude girl's arms and legs, slap-
ping her hard across her beautiful face until she fell
limply to the black floor beneath her.
*Please! Stop it!* yelled Lyta telepathically
at the Vorlon.
*There is still some pride within your heart,*
murmured the Vorlon maliciously as he struck again,
whipping her thighs and back until they were throbbing
with ugly bruises. Lyta cried with pain and terror,
her tears absorbed by the cold, black floor as she
huddled into a tight ball, her naked back and ass
exposed to the sharp slaps of the Vorlon's limbs. When
Lyta's buttocks were covered with cherry-red stripes
of bruising, the Vorlon wrapped a tentacle around her
neck-length red hair, then pulled her head back sharply
until she was looking at him with terrified, tear-
filled eyes.
*You must give yourself totally to us. You have
no will, you will obey us without question,* ordered
the Vorlon coldly.
*Y..y..yes,* replied Lyta as she looked at the
painfully bright Vorlon hanging above her.
*Then show me your devotion. Suck me,* whisper-
ed the Vorlon as he extended a long, thick limb, hold-
ing it millimeters away from Lyta's trembling, moist
lips.
*Please, I love Kosh,* protested Lyta as she
clasped her hands together in supplication.
*Suck it, bitch!* screamed the Vorlon so pain-
fully into Lyta's mind that she whimpered as she
clutched her pounding skull.
Reluctantly, hesitantly, Lyta took the Vorlon's
pole into her sensuous mouth, her lips sliding over the
large head until it nestled inside her orifice. The
Vorlon extended the limb further into Lyta, forcing it
deeply down her throat until she gagged.
*Suck it,* suggested the Vorlon lewdly.
Lyta began sucking lightly on the Vorlon's ten-
tacle, her cheeks working tightly as she slid her mouth
over the glowing limb's length. The Vorlon touched
Lyta's mind, arousing the pleasure centers of her
brain, making her crave more of his protoplasmic cock
as he thrust it in and out of her warm mouth.
*Lick it, whore,* murmured the Vorlon until Lyta
began rubbing her wet tongue up and down his shaft, her
saliva dripping down her chin as she hungrily drenched
the pulsing cock with her oral juices. Lyta licked
down the throbbing tentacle to its base, then rubbed
her pert nose against the Vorlon's warm ephemeral body
as he slid tentacles down her back and between the
tight cheeks of her ass. Lyta clutched the folds of
the Vorlon's torso as he rammed a thick limb into her
pussy, the rod sliding deep into her wet vagina until
it entered her belly and expanded to fill her.
*Please..stop," begged Lyta as she lay limply
in the Vorlon's embrace, her ass bobbing erotically as
he pumped his limb up and down within her cunt.
*You are a hot little flesh slut,* whispered the
Vorlon as he fondled Lyta's heaving tits with glowing
tentacles. *I see why Kosh desires you so much.*
Lyta moaned loudly as the Vorlon rammed into her
belly again and again, her naked body dripping with
sweat as the angelic being ravished her smooth, bare
flesh. Lyta's pussy clutched the Vorlon's pole tightly
as she orgasmed, her groans reaching a crescendo as a
flood of her honey gushed out of her crotch, covered
the Vorlon's cock, then gathered in a sticky pool
beneath the two floating lovers. The Vorlon retracted
his phallic limb from Lyta's moist slit, then rubbed
it against her face, leaving trickles of her own cum
across her cheeks, chin, and nose. Lyta weakly rubbed
her lips over the head of the Vorlon's cock, sampling
her own juices as she daintily licked the engorged head
of her master's tool.
The Vorlon dropped Lyta's naked body into the
pool of her own secretions, then slowly rose higher
into the air of the pitch-black chamber.
*Put on your clothes and return to your quarters.
We will have a mission for you soon,* said the Vorlon
before he disappeared into the void.
Captain Jeffrey Sinclair waited impatiently
within C and C. Ivanova watched him impatiently as he
paced back and forth, his hands clutched tightly behind
his back.
"Don't you want to get a drink or something to
eat? You've been pacing here all day," said Ivanova.
"No. Catherine should be arriving any time
now," replied Sinclair as he stopped briefly to look
out the Observation window in the direction of the
system's Jumpgate.
"I'll let you know when she gets here. You
should get some rest or something," suggested Susan
helpfully.
Sinclair didn't reply, but he did go to his
office area to sit down. Glancing at his displays
without interest, Jeffrey turned his chair around and
activated the monitor programmed for ISN.
"President Santiago is now approaching the
Jumpgate near Io as he prepares to begin the out-system
leg of his good will tour. Vice-President Clark was
left on Mars after he claimed a touch of flu had
incapacitated him. Earthforce One is about the enter
the 'gate.." reported the blonde newswoman just before
an explosion flared on the screen.
Sinclair watched in horror as the news feed
showed the engines of Earthforce One ignite and explode
in a sphere of raging fire. Everyone on the command
deck was deathly silent as the habitation deck of
Earthforce One was consumed by a wave of oxygen-starved
flame as the vessel spun out of control end over end.
With a last, eye-searing flare, Earthforce One tore
apart, only slagged debris remaining at the threshold
of the Io Jumpgate.
"Oh..oh, my god! Earthforce One has been
destroyed! President Santiago is dead!" exclaimed the
anchor as tears fell from her eyes.
"Sir! The Jumpgate is opening!" reported Ensign
Corwin urgently.
Face slack with surprise and disbelief, Sinclair
turned his chair to face the Observation window as the
Jumpgate flared open and released the ungainly shape of
Catherine's ship, the Sky Dancer. Sinclair blinked his
eyes as he watched a Vorlon fighter fly out after the
scout ship, its weapons' limbs glowing as it fired a
stream of plasma at the slowly evading scout.
"Red Alert! Get the Starfuries out there, now!"
screamed Sinclair angrily as he witnessed the Sky
Dancer take a glancing blow, its port hull seared from
a plasma bolt. "Get Kosh on the comm! What the hell is
going on?!"
In a heartbeat, a moment frozen in Sinclair's
mind for the rest of his life, the Vorlon fighter fired
a plasma beam, impaling the Sky Dancer before sliding
upwards, burning the hull apart like a scythe through
ripe wheat. The scout ship spun out of control, re-
leasing a trail of escaping gas before it exploded into
a flower of blinding light. Sinclair gazed at the
fireball in horror, his stern features shadowed,
illuminated by flickering flames as his love's vessel
faded into the surrounding night of space. The Vorlon
fighter quickly spun to avoid a squadron of pursuing
Starfuries, then leapt back into the Jumpgate, leaving
the slower ships in its wake.
"Captain? Jeff?" whispered Ivanova as she
touched Sinclair's cold hand. Sinclair clutched the
top edge of his console in a death grip, his face
contorted with ugly hatred as he stared at the place
where Catherine had been murdered.
"I'll kill them. I'm going to kill every one of
those manipulative bastards," swore Sinclair with cold
rage, tears sliding unnoticed down his pale, clenched
cheeks.
***
The End
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