From: "Aubrey W. Adkins" <xazqrten@norfolk.infi.net>
Subject: Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar Part A of G
Date: Thu, 18 Mar 1999 14:36:16 -0500

Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar Part A of G
     

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   Somewhere in hyperspace G'Kar's spacecraft is moving on a course
toward the Gaim homeworld. 
   "Lyta."
   "Yes, G'Kar."
   "We've been gone from Babylon 5 for two days now and you haven't said
two words. Is something wrong?"
   "No. I have been thinking about what you said in my cell about the
reasons for you bringing me
along being more correct than you had first imagined. You asked me to
consider the walls I would
bring with me."
   "And what did you bring?"
   "I'm not sure. I am not sure that my reference points are all they
could be. I think I need
someplace to start that doesn't include my biases."
  "I'm not sure I understand."
   "You have suffered and hated with a hatred that is beyond anything I
have ever known on a
personal level."
   "You want to discuss my past?"
   "Not exactly."
   "I don't understand?"
   "G'Kar. You could talk forever and the true feelings of what you have
suffered would not be
fully expressed."
   "What are you suggesting?"
   Lyta explained that she wanted G'Kar to remember all of his
experiences and let her scan him as
he did. She said she could help him remember things that he would never
remember otherwise and
that she would feel his feelings and get a real understanding of how his
hatreds developed and
how he had learned to deal with them. She said her hopes were that she
would be able to use what
she learned and apply it to her anger."
   G'Kar agreed and said, "You could scan me at anytime."
   "I wouldn't do that, G'Kar."
   "I know."
   "I will do the scans when you are asleep. It won't be too stressful
that way."
    In spite of himself, G'Kar was humbled by the fact that he was
sitting not 4 meters from
probably the most powerful non first-one telepath ever to exist in the
galaxy and she asked
permission to do something, no one could have stopped her from doing. He
wondered just what
all she could do. Little did he know, he would learn sooner than he
wanted.
  A week later they exited the jumpgate in the Gaim system. They were
hailed and identified
themselves to the Gaim controllers.
  Getting permission to visit institutions and access to libraries of
information  was easier than
G'Kar  had expected. The Gaim queen was surprised by his requests, but
permitted them when he
explained his mission. Lyta had been wearing a breathing mask while
G'Kar used his gill implants.
Lyta had made their quest much easier by directly accessing the Gaim
queen's assistant's mind and
implanting the language data directly into G'Kar's mind. After that they
could read the texts
without assistance.
   They returned to the ship after each day's work. They spent a month
on the Gaim homeworld
researching and visiting various religious and civic centers and
libraries.
***************************************************************** 
  They had just returned to the ship and closed the hatch and Lyta
removed her mask before the
Gaim atmosphere had been purged. G'Kar's eyes widened when she did this. 
  "Lyta! It isn't safe yet," exclaimed G'Kar.
   Lyta was smiling at him and it was then that he realized she also had
gills. Hers, unlike his,
weren't visible when not being used.
   "What else don't I know about you?"
   "In good time, G'Kar. In good time."
   They were in hyperspace and three days away from the Gaim homeworld.
G'Kar was
beginning to understand why people, like Captain Lockley,  were afraid
of Lyta. She was a
dangerous unknown quantity. However, he didn't feel any apprehension by
being so close to her,
then again, he wasn't worried about trying to control her and all his
dealings with her had been
honest and aboveboard.
******************************************************************
   "Chief! My PPG doesn't work," exclaimed Zack Allen's third in
command. "The trigger's
jammed!"
   [Of all the times to learn you had a defunct weapon, being in a
firefight was the worst,] thought
Zack Allen to himself as PPG fire passed close overhead.
   It was a drug bust gone sour and the 'perps' were well armed. There
was a leak in station
security, a bad one to judge by the weapons arrayed against him and his
men.
   "Pull back and secure the exits from this space," said Zack into his
link.
   As soon as his men were safely out, Zack had the area flooded with
gas. The fight was over
before anyone was seriously injured. The criminal types that had been
gassed would be the worse
for wear for a couple of days. The new gas weapons had been brought into
use to prevent
anymore incidents like the telepath situation that been experienced with
Byron and his crowd.
   At the thought of Byron, Zack felt a small pain because it caused him
to think of Lyta. He loved
the redhead even if she could hand him his head in a basket.
   "Randy", he told his third in command, "have that PPG checked out by
weapons maintenance."
   "Yes sir, chief."
*****************************************************************
   Zack entered Captain Lockley's office. IA President John Sheridan was
sitting on the couch to
the left of her desk.
   "What can I do for you chief?" asked Lockley.
   "Captain, Mr. President, I have something you might find very
interesting and maybe a little
scary."
   Zack laid a PPG on the captain's desk.
   "This is the weapon that President Sheridan held to Lyta's head."
   Lockley examined the weapon and asked, "What is so special about it,
Zack?"
   "It doesn't work anymore captain," replied Zack.
   "How doesn't it work, Zack?" asked Sheridan.
   Captain Lockley expertly field stripped the handgun, then handed the
trigger assembly to
Sheridan. Sheridan found himself examining a single piece of metal that
should have been four
separate pieces of metal and plastic. It was if somehow the four had
melted together into one.
   "Zack?" asked Sheridan.
   "I had the lab boys check it out and they say this can't exist. It
has plastic and hardened metals
melted together, but there is no evidence of heat having been applied,"
replied Zack.
   "Mr. President, if it had been melted the plastic part would have
been destroyed," interjected
Lockley.
   "Just what are you saying, Zack?" asked Sheridan.
   "You couldn't have used it to shoot Lyta," replied Zack.
   "In other words, she was never in any danger."
   "No, sir. She wasn't," replied Zack.
   Zack placed a small box he had been carrying on the captain's desk.
   "What is this?" asked Lockley.
   "The handcuffs Lyta was wearing just before she and G'Kar left,"
answered Zack.
   Captain Lockley emptied the contents on her desk. There were ten
pieces of metal that were
broken and worn and had seen better days.
   "Those were a new set of our strongest security handcuffs when they
were put on her," offered
Zack.
   Examining the remnants of the handcuffs, Lockley asked, "I suppose
this means she could have
walked out of her cell anytime she chose and we couldn't have stopped
her?"
   "Yes ma'am. She destroyed the surveillance camera in her cell just
before she and Mr. Garibaldi
started to talk about something. We don't know what they discussed. When
we examined the
camera it's parts were melted together without any indication of heat,"
answered Zack.
   "Thank you Zack," said Sheridan.
   Zack saluted, spun on his heel and departed.
   "Maybe, Mr. President, I was wrong. You never had the option of
shooting her. She let us take
her."
   "Captain, we may never know just what she can do. I, for one, don't
really want to know. If she
can do what we have seen here, it is a safe bet she could have done
major damage to, if not
destroyed, the station."
   "She let us think we were in control. She made us feel safe. What do
we do if she comes back
this way?"
   "Be nice to her, captain. Be very nice to her," said Sheridan.
******************************************************************  
   Lyta was "dreaming" again. She was seeing the young Narn from the
viewpoint of a very
youthful Narn. She was experiencing another moment in G'Kar's childhood.
It was one of many
since she had started exploring his memories with him, some weeks ago.
Scanning G'Kar in this
fashion caused him to relive the experience and allowed Lyta to
experience it and study it and its
effects on his mind at the same time. She was learning about real anger
and hatred and what its
long-term effects could be. In some ways she was beginning to understand
herself a little better.
   "G'Kar, are we going to keep visiting the Alliance worlds? I thought
we were going to travel to
some new sectors of the galaxy?"
   "We are, Lyta, but it is going to be impossible to visit any place
that requires jump engines. We
can only go where there are jumpgates and beacons" replied G'Kar.
   "We'll see about that," was her terse response.
   Her answer left G'Kar puzzled.
   "Are you going to install jump engines by any chance?"
   "No, G'Kar."
   "Then what?" he inquired.
   "Wait and see," came her reply.
******************************************************************  
   "Where are we going next, G'Kar?"
   "I want to make a stop on the Drazi homeworld. We need some supplies
and I can do some
research at the same time."
   "I am persona non grata there, G'Kar. Dr. Franklin and I caused a
small uproar not that long
ago."
   "Do they know you personally or only in association with the doctor."
   "I don't know."
   Lyta told him about her and Steven's escapades on the Drazi
homeworld, leaving out the part
about making the Drazi assassin fry his own brains. There wasn't any
reason to cause him distress
at the moment, not that G'Kar would have disapproved.
   "We will have to invent a story so you can keep your face covered
while we are planetside. I
want to research their religious customs and history."
   "I have an idea G'Kar? What do you think?"
   G'Kar turned to look at Lyta and froze half way around. He was
staring into the face of a young
man with a terrible skin condition. His mouth gaped open and he was in
mild shock. Before his
eyes the face of the young man dissolved into the face of Lyta.
   "Relax G'Kar. I just wanted to get your opinion."
   "You have a flair for the dramatic, Lyta. It is very effective. Can
you hold it for an extended
period of time?"
   "As long as necessary. Since I am making my appearance the same for
all observers, it isn't
difficult at all. Presenting differing appearances for different people
at the same time is another
story. I can fool their scanners, too."
   "This is how you and Dr. Franklin escaped before?"
   "Yep."
   "You said your abilities were increasing. You didn't say just what
they are."
   "In time G'Kar. In time."
******************************************************************
   Lyta and G'Kar proceeded via a ground car to the customs and
immigration area of the main
spaceport on the Drazi homeworld. A customs agent carefully inspected
their travel cases. They
had passed through the immigration portion of the process without a
hitch. Lyta was wearing a
robe and hood that hid her form and her face from all but direct
observation. 
   After walking outside of the spaceport G'Kar looked at Lyta and said,
"That was easier than I
expected. Apparently you aren't on the wanted list."
   Using an available taxi, G'Kar and Lyta soon managed to find a hotel
and rent rooms. G'Kar
immediately set about arranging for delivery of supplies and gathered
information needed to
facilitate his research on Drazi theological history.
   Lyta sat on her balcony and opened her mind slowly. There was a
bedlam of thoughts assaulting
her, but she was determined to practice isolating and scanning
individual minds of people who
were in the streets below. Everyone thought telepaths were limited to
line of sight and they were
for the most part. She, however, wasn't a normal telepath. 
   Several hours later G'Kar knocked at her door and suggested that they
find something to eat.
Lyta agreed since she was famished. Drazi food was always a challenge.
She found it better not to
ask too many questions as to what the food was. As long as it didn't try
to escape her plate she
could handle it. G'Kar was enjoying his supper immensely. The food on
his plate was very similar
to what he had on Narn.
   Lyta and G'Kar had been on the Drazi Homeworld for just a little over
a week and were on their
way back to their hotel from a late supper. They had chosen to return
using a narrow back alley as
a shortcut. 
   "You know this isn't exactly a safe place to be, G'Kar," Lyta noted.
   "It will be okay. I didn't see anyone following us," replied the
Narn.
   They were just over half way down the alley when two figures stepped
out of the shadow about
10 meters in front of them. Lyta noticed that at least one of the
strangers was a Narn. Strange
place to find one of G'Kar's people. She felt a bit better about the
situation immediately, but the
feeling proved to be short lived. She sensed the presence of two more
persons behind them and
turned to look at them. They were pointing ppgs at her and G'Kar. She
did a quick scan of all four
of the strangers as G'Kar started to address them. 
   "What can we do for you?" inquired G'Kar.
   "You can help us enrich ourselves," came the answer from the Narn in
front of them.
   "Do you know who I am?" asked G'Kar.
   "Most certainly," replied the Narn.
   "G'Kar. This isn't a robbery," whispered Lyta.
   "Who's your little friend, G'Kar?" asked the Narn.
   "You don't want to know," stated G'Kar.
   "They were hired to kill you," Lyta whispered to G'Kar.
   They both heard the whine of the ppgs being charged. G'Kar started to
turn toward Lyta, but
what felt like a hundred tons of rocks fell on him. As he slammed into
the ground his head was
turned toward Lyta. He heard multiple ppgs firing just before everything
went black. Later he
would swear that Lyta had been hit by at least six ppg pulses and that
her eyes began to glow a
very bright white. 
   The screams were heard several blocks away and made the blood of
those who heard them run
cold. Several police officers on break, sitting in a sidewalk cafe, out
on the main street, heard the
screams and ran toward the noise. They entered the alley weapons drawn
and charged. They
found a young woman kneeling beside an unconscious Narn. They also found
a Narn and Drazi
dead on the street about ten meters in front of the young woman and two
Drazi about the same
distance behind her. The four dead men were still holding charged ppgs
in their hands.
   The young woman told the police that she and her friend were about to
be robbed when her
friend simply crumpled to the street beside her. She stated that she
knelt down to assist her friend
and that she heard the robbers charge their weapons. She related that at
that point the screaming
began.
******************************************************************
   G'Kar came back to consciousness in his hotel room. He noted by the
room clock that it was
almost daylight. He must have been dreaming or worse, having one hell of
a nightmare. He rolled
over and went back to sleep. It was well after daylight when G'Kar
knocked on Lyta's door. It
took a minute before she opened it and admitted him to her room. 
   "Feel like getting some breakfast G'Kar?" asked Lyta.
   Twenty minutes later they were sitting in a small cafe across the
street from their hotel enjoying
a hearty breakfast. Both of them noticed two plainclothes detectives
approach their table.
   [Funny how police all over the galaxy seemed to have many of the same
traits.  Must be a
requirement of the job], thought Lyta.
   The detectives introduced themselves and asked if Lyta and G'Kar
could tell them about last
night. Lyta and G'Kar complied. G'Kar asked if the men had been caught.
He seemed surprised to
learn that they were dead. Of course, he had been unconscious when they
were killed.
   "Could we see the bodies?" inquired G'Kar.
   The detectives said they didn't have a problem. They theorized that
some enemy that G'Kar had
made along the way might want him dead, since it was plain, from Lyta's
testimony, that they
intended to kill him, and her since she was there. They alluded that
someone must be watching
over G'Kar and Lyta. Lyta chuckled at the idea.
   At the coroner's office, G'Kar and Lyta viewed the bodies. There were
no external injuries to
them, but the internal organs looked like so much bloody mush. It was as
if someone had liquefied
them in a blender.
   G'Kar had a slightly squeamish look on his face. 
   "That would account for the screams," commented Lyta.
   G'Kar took note of Lyta's lack of response to what they were
observing. The detectives noticed
it, too.
   "I don't suppose either of you can enlighten us about this?" asked
the older of the two
detectives.
   Both G'Kar and Lyta nodded no.
   G'Kar and Lyta were dismissed to go about their business.
   Back at their hotel Lyta told G'Kar that she pulled the identity of
the person who hired the
assassination group from the mind of the Narn before he died.
   "Are you sure Lyta? He might have been trying to mislead you," said
G'Kar.
   "G'Kar! This is me, 'brains fried to order Alexander', remember? He
was in so much pain he
didn't care about anything else, and he didn't know there was a telepath
present. Besides, he and
his friends pissed me off", responded Lyta.
   "I saw the results of that mistake this morning. I thought I saw you
get hit by ppg fire last night.
Am I wrong?"
   "G'Kar, do I look like I've been shot? You must have been hit on the
head harder than I
thought."
   "No," replied G'Kar. "I am about finished with my research and the
last of our provisions will be
delivered tomorrow. We can leave tomorrow evening."
*****************************************************************
   "We are two minutes from the jumpgate Lyta. Say goodbye to the Drazi
homeworld."
   "I am just happy I didn't have to answer for what Dr. Franklin and I
did the last time I was
here."
   "I have seen what you can do Lyta. It is scary. You are scary."
   "Why G'Kar? I have never harmed anyone who wasn't trying to harm me.
Are you beginning to
have second thoughts about having me for a traveling companion?"
   "No. You make a very good bodyguard."
   "Those detectives suspected me as the killer. They would have
arrested me if they could have
figured out how I could have done it. They have never encountered a high
powered teek before.
Stephen would have known at first sight."
   "Only because he knows what you are."
   "What am I, G'Kar? What did Garibaldi tell you?"
   "Nothing. I know you are an extremely powerful telepath and
telekinetic and you were intended
as a weapon of sorts, but your power is almost unbelievable. I don't
know anything other than
that."
   "Michael doesn't really understand what I am becoming. It scares the
hell out of me. If I am
right, I will be powerful beyond comprehension. No one should have that
much power."
   "You were actually shot the other night."
   "Yes. I was hit six times. It stung like hell, like bad bee stings.
It really pissed me off."
   "Jumpgate is here."
   They entered hyperspace and began the next leg of their journey. They
never noticed the ship
following them at a distance or the whitestar that broke orbit to follow
it.
   They had been hyperspace for a week when Lyta asked G'Kar what their
next port of call
would be. He didn't answer immediately.
   "Lyta, are you gaining weight?"
   "If I am, it's a testament to your culinary skills."
   "I can't cook worth a damn, Lyta."
   "I know."
   "Your clothing looks to be a bit tighter than when we began this
adventure."
   "What are you trying to say, G'Kar?"
   "You and Byron were lovers."
   "So what. We were both adults."
   "Lyta, are you pregnant?"
   "You are a nosy Narn."
   "You didn't answer my question?"
   "I don't know if it's possible, but I have no way of knowing for
sure. It doesn't make any
difference, though. It won't interfere with our traveling."
   "Have you ever been pregnant before?"
   "No. Why?"
   "Then you don't know what you might encounter in the area of
difficulties?"
   "No. Not exactly. I don't think it will interfere with me or us. I
think I can handle it."
   "I am going to make a slight change in our itinerary."
   "We have an itinerary?"
   "Yes. I am going to go to Minbar."
   "Are you nuts, G'Kar! Sheridan is there, and he isn't exactly my best
friend."
   "He won't even know we are there. I just want to get you checked out
by a doctor."
   "Hell. In that case, why don't you just swing by earth. I am as about
as welcome there as I will
be on Minbar."
   "Okay, but at one of our stops, you should see a doctor and have your
condition checked."
   "Whatever makes you happy G'Kar."
   As it was to come to pass, Lyta never saw a doctor.
***************************************************************
END GLYTA-A

I have written two endings so far, they will be parts H-1,2...etc.
Aubrey
From: "Aubrey W. Adkins" <xazqrten@norfolk.infi.net>
Subject: Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar Part B1/B2 of G
Date: Mon, 22 Mar 1999 18:48:30 -0500

Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar Part B1/B2 of G

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   In the capital city of the Brakiri homeworld.
   "Have you ever been here before G'Kar?" asked Lyta.
   "No. Due to my duties as a member of the Kha'ri, I have never visited
many other worlds, only
those we were selling to or buying weapons from."
   "It explains why we are hitting so many IA members. Sooner or later,
I'm going to be a real
hindrance. Most of them don't know who I am, but I'm sure there are some
who do, who won't
want me around. Working for the Vorlons hasn't helped my popularity."
   "We aren't going to be meeting any government types, so it shouldn't
be a problem."
   They landed without incident and passed through immigration/customs
quickly. The Brakiri
weren't as wrapped up in themselves as some other IA members.  
   Lodging was easy to find. The Brakiri took their comforts seriously.
The rooms were clean and
much larger than those on the Drazi homeworld. The mean temperature was
in the human comfort range, for which Lyta was grateful. Her pregnancy
was marching on. She was going to buy some new clothes to cover her
expanding horizons. 
************************************************************************
   Lyta was looking over the various dress and pants outfits on the
hangers. There were some
beautiful outfits, but there didn't seem to be anything she could use. 
   Lyta felt a touch on her shoulder and turned. She found herself
facing a young Brakiri female.
   Lyta looked into her mind and found what she needed. "Do you have
clothing that will
expand?"
   Hearing her native language spoken by a human was a shock for the
salesgirl. One didn't often
see a human on her world, much less in a garment shop. "I don't
understand?" responded the
salesgirl.
   Lyta explained about how the female human body changed during
pregnancy. The salesgirl
smiled and motioned for Lyta to follow her. She led her to a section of
the shop where a
seamstress was available. 
   After explaining to the seamstress what she needed, the man smiled. 
"I can make alterations for
a minor charge," he said, and quoted a price to Lyta.
   She thought it was reasonable and accepted it. He told her the
clothing would be ready the day after tomorrow.
   The salesgirl engaged Lyta in conversation. The idea of being able to
converse with a human was too much for the girl to miss. Lyta was
honored the girl found her so interesting. 
   "My name is Yela," said the girl.
   "You can call me, Lyta," responded Lyta. "Can you suggest things for
a stranger to see or visit. I am not a tourist, but I may have some free
time during the next week and it can't hurt to learn about this world."
   "If you get free time, I would be happy to be your guide," replied
Yela>
   "I will let you know one way or the other, Yela. Thank you for the
offer."
   Lyta left and went to meet G'Kar. He didn't show and she started to
worry.
   Returning to her hotel, Lyta found a message waiting for her. G'Kar
had been injured in a fight
and sustained some serious injuries.
************************************************************************
    "What happened G'Kar? You look like hell, warmed over," commented
Lyta.
   "There was another attempt on my life, and you weren't available for
bodyguard duty, so I had
to improvise," he replied, grimacing from the pain generated by several
broken ribs. "He had help, but they escaped."
   "Where is the assailant?" asked Lyta.
   "He's in intensive care and being guarded by the local police. They
won't let you near him,"
insisted G'Kar.
   "I don't need to get too near him. Once I separate out his thoughts,
it will be all I need," answered
Lyta.
   She walked out of G'Kar's room and to the nurses station, where she
inquired about the
assassin's location. The nurse wouldn't give her the information, but as
she thought of it, Lyta
scanning her, lifted it without her knowing it had been done.
   Walking up the officers guarding the assassin's room, Lyta asked them
if she could see him. She
was refused entrance, as she had expected. She filtered the officer's
mental noise and concentrated
on the feelings of extreme pain that were coming from the room behind
the officers. She isolated
the assassin's thoughts and mind patterns. Having what she wanted, Lyta
turned and walked back
the way she came.
   Reentering G'Kar's room, she sat down on a chair on one side of the
bed.
   "G'Kar, you really should think of something besides your pain. I can
feel it all the way down
the hall."
   "Did they let you see him?"
   "Of course not, but I managed to isolate his thought patterns," she
replied. "Did the doctor say
when you might be fit to leave the hospital?"
   "No. Hopefully by tomorrow. I need you to take care of some business
for me."
   "Give me the particulars," replied Lyta.
   G'Kar gave her the information and a datapad that had accounting data
for the transactions.
   "Why does so much of your business take place in bars, G'Kar?"
   "It was his choice not mine," replied the Narn.
   "I do hope this isn't what you meant by adventure," replied Lyta as
she left the room. She would
have to go dressed as she was. For visiting spaceport dives, she felt
armor might be more
appropriate.
********************************************************************
   The inside of the bar wasn't as dimly lit as she had expected.
Standing just inside the door, she
carefully looked the bar and patrons over as she waited for her eyes to
adjust. There was a section
of the customer area apparently intended for dining. This seemed odd for
a spaceport bar.
   Lyta walked over to the bar and asked about the dining tables. The
bartender pointed her in the
direction of an older Brakiri who functioned as the headwaiter. The old
man showed her to a table
in a back corner, that strangely enough, had a light installed in the
ceiling directly over it. Lyta
realized it would allow her to be observed while obscuring her observer. 
   She was looking over the menu when a gentleman stepped up to the
table and asked to join her.
Lyta recognized him from G'Kar's mental image and nodded assent.
   "G'Kar couldn't make it. He sent me instead," stated Lyta.
   "Why didn't he come?"
   "He is in the hospital. If you want to wait, he expects to be
released tomorrow," Lyta offered.
   This wasn't going to be fair at all The fellow had no idea he was
dealing with a first class
telepath. Lyta could sense his level of distress without even scanning
him.
   "No. if you are familiar with what he want's we can deal," replied
the man.
  "This is a routine business transaction, perfectly legal. Why meet in
this place?" she asked.
   "Don't let the looks fool you. This place has the best food in town,
if you know how to order.
This is my lunch time and this gave me an excuse to eat away from the
office."
   He was telling the truth. "What do you recommend, then?"
   "For a human female, almost anything except the number four. It has
some ingredients that
cause odd behavior. Try the number six. It is a salad, a sandwich and
soup. It is inexpensive and I
think you will like it.. I like the three myself."
   They motioned for the waiter and ordered. While they waited for their
food, they began to deal.
   The items G'Kar wanted were routine supplies except for a number of
items especially for Lyta.
These items were expensive in a place like this only because their was
really no call for them.
Anywhere on earth they would have cost less than one tenth of what they
commanded here.
Transportation costs were enormous. Using her advantage, Lyta held the
price to the least the
man would sell for. Since she could read his mind, she knew what his
absolute bottom line was.
   Their business was finished just as the food arrived. He had been
telling the truth about the
food. It was absolutely delicious. Lyta made a note that in the future
to not pass judgement on a
bar/restaurant too quickly.
************************************************************************
   "You missed a good deal, G'Kar," said Lyta.
   Looking over the results of Lyta's dealing, G'Kar noted that she had
driven a very hard bargain.
"You must be a tough negotiator Lyta."
   "I am a telepath. It wasn't a fair fight. That wasn't the best part,"
she noted. "The food was
unbelievable. I kept feeling sorry for you, knowing hospital food. We
will have to eat there before
we leave."
   "What about the fellow who tried to do me in? I was told he had
diplomatic immunity. He is
going to get away with it."
   "I don't think so, G'Kar. I am going back to the hotel and have
supper where I can be seen by at
least a dozen people. I suggest you have a doctor or nurse in this room
at about twenty hundred
hours tonight. Just think about it really hard when they are in here. I
will do the rest."
   "I already feel sorry for him," said G'Kar.
   "Don't!" replied Lyta.
************************************************************************
   The hotel had a very nice dining room and it wasn't lacking guests.
Lyta had a table almost in
the middle of the room. Being the only human in the room guaranteed that
people would notice
her and her flaming red hair would be remembered.
   The waiter took her order after delivering her drink and appetizer.
Since she was pregnant, she
limited herself to drinking water and juices.
   Casually looking around the room, she began to reach out with her
mind until she found G'Kar.
Her watch was indicating twenty hundred hours. She heard G'Kar call for
a nurse and knew when
the nurse arrived. She was beginning to change G'Kar's bandages when
Lyta found the mind of the
assassin.
   In the guarded room the medical monitors were all sounding alarms as
the man's systems and
organs began to fail. By the time the nurses and doctor arrived his
bodily functions had ceased.
The autopsy would reveal that his internal organs were almost liquefied
and the blood vessels in
his brain were all ruptured. 
   The police went to G'Kar's room only to find him tangled up in
bandages as the nurse was
changing them. Obviously he didn't wasn't personally responsible for the
fellow's death. The lead
officer offered that this was going to be a nightmare since the fellow
had a diplomatic passport.
   Back in the hotel dining room, Lyta was thoroughly enjoying her
supper. She was feeling good
about herself. Justice had been served.
***********************************************************************
   "Are they going to release you, G'Kar?"
  "Yes. I am just waiting for the doctor. They are charging the bill to
the Drazi embassy, since it
was one of their's that did all the damage."
  The doctor came into the room and smiled at G'Kar. "You can go. Just
take it easy on the ribs.
There wasn't any other internal damage. It is just going to hurt when
you breathe deeply for about
a week or so."
   G'Kar thanked him and followed Lyta down the hall.
   As they left the hospital, they encountered a police officer, who
informed G'Kar that he had
been dismissed as a suspect in the case.
  "What case, officer?" asked Lyta.
  "The guy who tried to kill your friend was murdered in his guarded
room last night, ma'am,"
replied the officer. "No loss though. If he had lived, we would have to
let him go. He was a
diplomat or so the Drazi embassy claims. It gives me a headache, but, at
the same time, saves us
some frustration."
   Lyta nodded and she and G'Kar continued on their way.
   "You are the most cold blooded mammal I have ever met, Lyta
Alexander."
   "Why, thank you G'Kar. I love you too," she replied. "Coming from
you, that's a real
compliment."
   "I have some appointments tomorrow, with some very influential
religious leaders. It seems they
are interested in the "Book of G'Kar"."
   "Exchange of ideas and beliefs can be very good for long term
relations, if given in a open
forum," remarked Lyta. "How long do you expect to be occupied? I will do
some sightseeing, if
you don't need me."
   "I won't know until after our first meeting tomorrow. I will let you
know at supper," he
answered. "Now let's have lunch in that bar I sent you to yesterday."
********************************************************************  
   "Monsignor Mohja, I am honored with this audience. How may I be of
service?" asked G'Kar.
   "I have been reading a copy of "The Book of G'Kar". It is not often
one gets to meet a religious leader such as yourself. Your writings are
obviously based upon real life experience and the wisdom that can be
gleaned from it. I wish to discuss your revelations and why you arrived
at them."
   For G'Kar this was all he could wish for. To learn another cultures
beliefs and practices, while getting to explain your own in a forum that
can make changes to the way a society thinks and feels. It is a
religious leaders dream.
********************************************************************************
   At supper, G'Kar told Lyta that he would be bust for at least a week,
so she might as well play tourist.
   "G'Kar, I am looking forward to the relaxation. I visited the police
station today and found out where the local thugs, who attacked you can
be found," said Lyta.
   "They were just hired muscle, Lyta. They aren't worth bothering
with," answered G'Kar.
   "It won't be a bother, G'Kar. I don't intend to kill them, even
though that is what they were going to do to you. I only intend to get
them interested in another line of work," responded Lyta.
   "Just don't get yourself in trouble with the local police."
   "I don't intend to."
*******************************************************************************
   Next morning Lyta went to the dress shop and let Yela know she had a
week to go looking at the sights. Yela told her father, the seamstress,
who owned the shop. He was pleased. Lyta said she would make it worth
Yela's time. They agreed to meet the next morning in the hotel dining
room for coffee before starting.

******************************************************************************
   Lyta left the dress shop and went to the police station. There she
met with the officer she had talked with as G'Kar had left the hospital.
He agreed to accompany her to the local dives looking for the other
persons responsible for the assault on G'Kar.
   "Officer, what should I call you?" asked Lyta.
   "Detective Stoyph will do just fine Ms. Alexander," replied the
officer.
   "Please call me Lyta, I hate the Ms. Alexander thing. It makes me
sound like someone's grandmother," replied Lyta.
   The first stop was a seedy bar in an even seedier part of the city. 
   As they were about to enter the bar the detective told Lyta to let
him do the talking. He said that her being human would put the patrons
on guard, but her being female would result in her being ignored.
   It took a minute for their eyes to start adjusting to the low light
level of the bar. When their eyes had adjusted, they could see half
dozen patrons drinking at the bar and several tables. Lyta following the
detective walked over to the bar. The detective asked several questions
and got only snide responses. Lyta scanning the bartender got much more.
She learned enough to start scanning the patrons. Several in a back
booth had some very interesting thoughts. She whispered into the
detective's ear.
  Nodding the detective walked to the table in the rear of the bar. One
had several men sitting at it. Some were obviously hired help and on was
well dressed.
  "Ah detective Stoyph, slumming again, I see. What can I do for you and
who's your friend?" asked the well dressed man.
   Indicating Lyta, Stoyph replied, "Ms. Alexander, is an observer. We
are trying to locate some local muscle that assaulted her traveling
companion. They were sloppy and didn't finish the job, so I assume they
aren't yours."
   "You must mean the Narn. I heard they caught the guy responsible."
   "We got the brains, but the brawn escaped. Somebody wasted the
brains. Do you know anything else about it."
   "Only what I just told you. I heard the guy was alone in a guarded
room? I'd like to hire whoever did it. That kind of talent is hard to
find."
   Detective Stoyph looked at Lyta. She just shrugged.  They left the
bar and as they reached the street, Stoyph said, "You never mentioned
that you are a telepath."
   "You never asked," replied Lyta.
   "You wouldn't consider hiring yourself out to my precinct for the
rest of the time you are here. We could clear up about seventy percent
of our outstanding case load."
   "I never cared for police work," replied Lyta, thinking of her
internship with the psi cops.
***************************************************************************
   Inside the bar, the gang leader was giving orders.
   "Find out all you can about this Ms. Alexander. She was supposed to
be hit with the Narn, but she wasn't there. Find out all you can about
the Narn and who wanted him whacked and find out who botched the job. If
it was ours, I want them to go away," said the boss. "Be careful. I
think she may be a telepath. If that is the case, I want her dead. There
is no telling what she learned just now."
********************************************************************************
   The next place they stopped they struck paydirt. The detective
arrested two of the hoods they were looking for. The last one was picked
up at his apartment. Lyta thanked Detective Stoyph for his efforts and
departed. She had the thought patterns of the three memorized and could
pick them up from the background noise. It would be all she would need.
   It was just past noon and Lyta stopped at the first sidewalk she saw.
She ordered a light lunch and sat watching the people go about their
business. She didn't get to do things like this very often, so she made
the best of it. Later she went back to the dress shop and collected her
purchases from two days before.
****************************************************************************
   At supper G'Kar related his days activities to Lyta. He was ecstatic.
Lyta gave him the review of her activities. 
   "You may have put yourself or at least those around you in danger,
Lyta," commented G'Kar. "If this crime boss type thinks you learned
anything about his operations, he will try to kill you."
   "Your concern is noted, G'Kar, but all I am going to do for the next
week is be a tourist. Yela, a girl I met when I bought the maternity
clothing, is going to be my tour guide. I plan to thoroughly enjoy
myself. I'll take pictures for you."
******************************************************************************
   "Good morning, Yela," greeted Lyta. "Would you care for coffee or tea
and some breakfast before we start."
   "Tea would be fine, I have already eaten breakfast," replied Yela.
   Lyta and Yela spent the day visiting museums and art galleries and
some sights just for the looking, such as the observation decks of
several tall buildings. One of which was also a restaurant. Yela
explained that she had scheduled a rental flight for the next day, so
they could visit some sites located outside the city in the surrounding
country. She promised Lyta that it would be beautiful and exciting.
   That evening Lyta had plenty to talk about over supper with G'Kar.
****************************************************************************
   The small aircraft that Yela had rented, complete with pilot, gave
Lyta the feeling that she was free as a bird. The wind in her hair was
exhilarating and the view of the very wide and deep canyon was
breathtaking. Yela said they could take a trip below the rim if Lyta had
time.
   The flight had gone below the rim and the beauty of the color bands
in the cliffs rivaled those of Lyta's home world earth's Grand Canyon.
She would make time for the trip into the canyon. 
   The trip back was a tour over some of the most majestic forests Lyta
had ever seen, even in pictures. In a sweep over a stand of
spectacularly tall evergreens the aircraft's engine sputtered. The
engine sputtered for about two minutes before it quit and the plane
started to lose altitude. With nothing but heavy forest reaching to the
horizon beneath them, there would be no emergency landing. They were
going to crash.
   "Did you send an emergency signal," Lyta asked the pilot over the
wind noise.
   He nodded yes as he worked the controls hard trying to control their
descent. Looking over the pilot's shoulder, Lyta could see that the fuel
tank registered half full, yet they had run out of fuel.
   Lyta waited until just before impact,  then rendered the pilot and
Yela unconscious. The plane crashed into the tree tops, but the pilot
and passengers sustained only minor injuries. It took rescuers less than
an hour to locate them and two hours to get them out using hovering
aircraft.
   The pilot, Lyta and Yela were transported to a hospital for medical
checkup for injuries. The authorities were amazed that they had even
survived. It was credited to a fluke of luck because of the way the
aircraft had impacted the trees.
    It was early evening before Lyta finally got back to her hotel. She
had supper and told G'Kar one hell of a tale. He reminded her of his
earlier warning. She agreed that it was too much to be a coincidence.
After Supper she told G'Kar there was something she needed to do. He
insisted in coming with her.

*****************************************************************************
   Lyta and G'Kar were standing in front of a table with a half dozen
men seated at it. One of the men looked up at her and almost had a heart
attack.
   Looking at the well dressed gentleman, Lyta asked, "Remember me?"
   "You would be hard to forget," he answered.
   "I don't know why you felt you had to have me killed, but you missed.
You won't get another chance," she said flatly.
   The criminal boss motioned for his men to grab them, but they never
moved.
   "They aren't going anywhere. You had a good thing going. You weren't
connected with the men who attacked G'Kar. I had no interest in you and
the detective had other things on his mind, but you couldn't leave well
enough alone. Why?"
   "You are a telepath. I couldn't take a chance on what you might have
learned. It's nothing personal, it was business."
   "Well, I take it very personal and I am going to do something about
it," said Lyta, concentrating on the gang leader and then each of his
men. "By the way, did you hear about the fellows in the jail today?"
   "Yeah, what about it."
   Lyta gave him her best smug smile, took G'Kar by the arm and started
to leave. On their way to the door several men blocked their exit. They
dropped to the floor silently writhing in agony. Lyta and G'Kar left.
********************************************************************************
   "Lyta, what did you do to those men.?" asked G'Kar.
   "I over stimulated the pain centers of their brains. They suffered no
real harm," she answered. "However, the same cannot be said for that
boss and his thugs. That was a different matter."
   "Will they be able to trace it to you?"
   "Nope. What happens will happen early in the morning, while you and I
are lightyears away from here. Do you know what a logic bomb is?" She
asked.
   "Yes. A computer program that does its damage long after it is
installed. What does that have to do with this?"
   "About a month after we leave, the thugs will develope crippling
health problems and their boss will slowly go stark raving mad within a
few weeks after that. He will eventually be a mindless idiot, unable to
even go to the toilet," she replied.
   G'Kar visibly shuddered.
******************************************************************************
   The rest of her time went quickly and too soon Lyta was saying
goodbye to her new friend. She took her name and how to contact her
before she departed.
   G'Kar was satisfied that he would never have an opportunity like this
one again.
****************************************************************************** 
End part GL-B1


From: "Aubrey W. Adkins" <xazqrten@norfolk.infi.net>
Subject: Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar Part B2/B2 of G
Date: Mon, 22 Mar 1999 18:49:50 -0500

Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar Part B2/B2 of G

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  G'Kar and Lyta had visited several worlds in the last few months, but
they were still in
Interstellar Alliance territory.
  "We are being followed G'Kar."
  "Are you sure?"
   A very pregnant Lyta nodded. "What do we have for weapons?"
  "Only light cannons. Nothing to brag about. We could defend ourselves
against a small raider."
  "Close your eyes G'Kar." 
  "Why?"
  "I don't want you to get sick."
  G'Kar closed his eyes and waited. Almost instantly, Lyta told him to
open them. What he saw
took his breath away. They were in normal space. He checked his
instruments and could not
detect anything within a month's travel time of them. There was nothing
there, no planets, no
jumpgates, nothing.
  With fear in his voice, G'Kar looked at Lyta and asked, "Where are
we?"
  "I don't know exactly, except that there isn't a world within  light
years of us," answered Lyta.
   On board the ship following them, the captain was stunned as his
weapons tracking operator
told him that G'Kar's ship had vanished off his screen.
   "What do you mean, "They've vanished"?"
   "Sir, they were there, then they weren't. The system is operating
normally."
   On board the trailing whitestar, the reaction was similar to that on
the ship they were following.
The difference was that the whitestar captain had his navigator plot the
last position of G'Kar's
ship with the intent of exiting back to normal space at that point. It
would be risky, but he had his
orders.
   As it approached the last position of G'Kar's ship the whitestar
opened a jump point and exited
hyperspace. It almost ran over G'Kar's ship as it exited hyperspace.
   G'Kar was shaken by the near miss and hailed the whitestar. His hail
was answered almost
immediately.
   "Captain. Where did you get your pilot's license?" inquired G'Kar.
   "My apologies Ambassador G'Kar. We were off a bit in our
calculations," answered the minbari
captain.
   Lyta had retreated to the bathroom in pain. Her baby was coming ready
or not. Her water had
broken earlier, but she hadn't told G'Kar. He couldn't help anyway. 
   The pains came faster and harder. Lyta screamed.
   In the pilot's area the microphones picked up her scream and G'Kar
looked confused.
   "What is going on over there G'Kar?" asked the whitestar captain with
concern in his voice.
   "It's nothing, captain. My companion is not feeling well just now,"
answered G'Kar.
   Lyta screamed again. The pain was worse than anything she had
experienced since her torture
on Mars, before she had gone to the Vorlon homeworld. Another scream
followed almost
immediately. 
   Lyta had set up a pan and towels to catch the baby as it exited her
body. 
   "G'Kar. What in Valen's name is going on over there?" insisted the
captain.
   "Honestly captain. It is just a minor medical problem with my
companion," answered G'Kar.
   There was one more scream and then it stopped.
   In the bathroom Lyta had picked up her new daughter, cut and tied her
umbilical cord and
placed her in the sink, then she delivered the afterbirth. It was messy.
She disposed of it and began
to clean up her new baby. It was a duplicate of her with flaming red
hair and a touch of Byron in
her eyes.
   Lyta reentered the main cabin and called to G'Kar, "It's a girl."
   Onboard the whitestar, the whole bridge crew heard Lyta's statement
to G'Kar.
   "It is alright captain. The problem is over," said G'Kar.
   "Who is your companion ambassador?" inquired the captain.
   Lyta walked within range of the communications camera.
   "Is there a problem, captain?" asked Lyta.
   "There are just the two of you?" asked the minbari.
   "Yes captain, there was. Now we are three," answered Lyta.
   "Could I invite you to dinner aboard my ship?" queried the minbari.
   G'Kar and Lyta accepted.
   G'Kar's ship was much too large to fit in the whitestar's hanger bay,
so they transferred using a
small three person shuttle.
   "Ambassador G'Kar, Ms. Alexander, I am Sheraun, captain of the
Whitestar 71," said the
captain formally introducing himself.   
   G'Kar explained that he was no longer an ambassador, but the captain
brushed it off, explaining
that G'Kar rated the respect regardless. Then he looked at Lyta.
   "You also have a reputation amongst the anla'shok."
   Lyta looked a bit taken aback.
   "I don't understand. I've done nothing to merit a reputation. I am
wanted on earth, unwelcome
on Babylon 5 and several other worlds, but there is nothing of note
about it," answered Lyta.
   "I am afraid Ambassador Delenn sees it differently. She speaks of you
with respect and regret.
Respect for what you have done, unselfishly, and regret about how you
have been treated. May
I?" asked the captain reaching for Lyta's daughter.
   Lyta handed her child to him. He held her close and looked at Lyta.
   "You delivered, alone, without help?"
   "Alone, and without help, seems to be the story of my life," answered
Lyta.
   The minbari captain was tall and looked like a bodybuilder. It seemed
that many of the warrior
caste were like this.
   "I can identify with that," he told Lyta with a resigned sigh.
   G'Kar looked at the captain with an odd expression. Had he heard what
he thought he heard?
He watched the captain and was rewarded by seeing a wistful look in his
eyes as he looked at
Lyta. 
   [I'll be damned], thought the Narn. 
   "We have company captain," said Lyta. "They will be coming out of
hyperspace about a
hundred thousand kilometers in front of us in about two minutes.""
   Raising his hand to his mouth, the captain relayed what Lyta said to
the bridge crew over his
link.
   "How do you know that?" he asked.
   "Remember captain, I am a telepath," replied Lyta.
   "I have a P-12 telepath on board, but he can't do that," replied the
captain.
   Lyta smiled at that, and said, "I am not surprised."
   On the bridge the first officer was observing the ship that had just
exited hyperspace. It was
almost exactly a hundred thousand kilometers in front of the whitestar.
   It  was hailing the whitestar. 
   "Unknown vessel this is the Daneth, we are chasing the ship that you
have tractored alongside.
The pilot and passenger are wanted on the Drazi homeworld for murder,"
said the Drazi captain
into his communications system."
   "You are a little far from home aren't you," replied the whitestar
captain.
   "That is no business of yours came the reply. We demand you turn over
the two we seek. You
can keep their ship."
   "You are absolutely sure you want these people," replied the captain.
   "You seem to have the idea," came the response.
   Lyta walked into range of the communications system. The captain
realized the small sound he
had been hearing was her baby feeding at her breast.
   "You want me for murder. Is that correct?" asked Lyta.
   "You and the Narn," came the reply.
   Lyta tilted her head a bit and the Drazi on the screen began having
difficulty breathing.
   "Are you really sure you want me and G'Kar?" Lyta asked.
   Someone or something unseen was strangling the Drazi.
   "I am waiting for your answer," said Lyta.
   The Drazi fell out of the range of his communications imaging device.
   Lyta turned to face Sheraun, "Maybe he changed his mind." Her child
was still busy feeding at
her breast.
   The captain smiled inwardly. She had just killed the Drazi and it
only took a thought. She had
done it with no more concern than he would have at crushing an
irritating insect. The power she
radiated was real, unbelievably real.
   "Captain. I think I need to make an example of that ship and the
people they represent," said
Lyta.
   "What do you have in mind?" he asked.
   "I think it might be best if I go back to our ship and you take the
whitestar and G'Kar and jump
into hyperspace until I call you back," said Lyta.
   Sheraun looked at G'Kar, who just shrugged his shoulders.
   He escorted Lyta back to the hanger bay. 
   "I have some reservations about this Ms. Alexander," said Sheraun.
   "Don't worry captain, and call me Lyta," she responded.
   "Only if you call me Sheraun," he replied.
   Lyta smiled at him and started to board the shuttle. 
   "Captain. Ms. Alexander is aboard their ship and the shuttle is
redocking," said the navigator.
   "Take us away from here," ordered Sheraun. "Jump to hyperspace when
we are clear of the her
ship."
   The whitestar spun on its axis and accelerated away from G'Kar's ship
at high speed. A minute
later it had opened a jump point and disappeared into hyperspace.
   Aboard the whitestar, Sheraun looked at G'Kar and asked, "Why did she
leave you here?"
   "I don't think she wants anyone to know what she is," he answered.
"She doesn't want us to see
what she becomes. Captain. She is beyond our understanding. She has
power that no one outside
of Lorien has ever had," he replied, referring to the first one who had
saved Sheridan at Zha ha'
dum.
   Sheraun had heard stories about the one called Lorien. He wasn't sure
he believed them, but
Delenn did and that was enough for him to give the tales credence. 
   "You like her captain?" asked G'Kar.
   Sheraun smiled at him and replied, "Yes, I suppose I do. I never gave
human females a thought
before, but she is different. Actually, I haven't given minbari females
much thought either."
   Sheraun couldn't ignore the fire that Lyta seemed to have lighted in
him. He couldn't explain it
either.
   "Contact Ambassador Delenn on Minbar," ordered Sheraun.
   Moments later the face of Delenn appeared on his communications
display.
   Entil'za I have some news and need direction. He explained about
G'Kar and Lyta and informed
her of Lyta's present condition.
   "Bring them to Minbar," she ordered. As usual she was short and to
the point.
   "You are playing with fire captain. Lyta will not want to go to
Minbar. President Sheridan is
there and there are very hard feelings between them," said G'Kar.
   "Be that as it may, I have my orders," he replied.
   "I am just wondering, how you propose to take her there if she
doesn't want to go. You should
realize, she can destroy this ship with a thought."
   "She wouldn't do that. We have not harmed her and we wouldn't. If she
doesn't want to go, I
won't try to force her."
   On Minbar Sheridan walked into her office just as Delenn closed her
communication with
Captain Sheraun. 
   Turning to look at her husband, she said, "Whitestar 71 reports that
they have G'Kar aboard and
that Lyta is aboard G'Kar's ship. John, she just gave birth to a
daughter."
   John Sheridan was remembering Lyta's performance in the Zocalo
onboard Babylon 5
and her taunt.
   Sheridan reopened the channel to the whitestar. "Captain. You said
that you have G'Kar aboard
your ship, does that mean that Lyta is alone with her daughter aboard
G'Kar's ship?"
   "Yes sir, it does. Why?" asked Captain Sheraun.
   "Listen closely captain. Lyta Alexander represents an unacceptable
danger to the Interstellar
Alliance. You are ordered to destroy that ship and her and her daughter
with it."
   Captain Sheraun was stunned and didn't reply for more than a minute.
"Sir would you repeat
that last order?" requested Sheraun.
   Sheridan repeated the order.
   On Minbar Delenn was mortified at what she had just heard.
   On the whitestar, G'Kar stepped into range of the bridge imager and
addressed Sheridan. "John.
That is not a good idea. You don't understand the situation anymore?"
   "What do you mean, G'Kar?" Sheridan asked.
   "If Captain Sheraun tries to attack Lyta and her child, she will
destroy this ship and all of us
with it."
   "What makes you think she is powerful enough to do this, G'Kar?" He
asked.
   "She can move my ship into and out of hyperspace without jump gates
or jump engines. I have
watched her reduce a kilometer wide asteroid to dust with her
telekinetic abilities. I don't think
attacking her is a very good idea."
   Delenn appeared again and said, "Captain, I gave you an order and I
expect it to be followed. If
you harm her or her child, I will have your head. Do you understand?"
   Sheraun replied, "Yes Entil'za."
   On Minbar, Delenn chewed on her husband like a starving dog chews on
tough leather.
   G'Kar looked at Captain Sheraun and said, "An attack on Lyta would be
a death sentence."
   "Would she really kill us with you aboard?" he asked.
   "She is a mother protecting her offspring. What do you think?"
responded G'Kar.
   Just then they picked up the distress beacon from the Drazi ship. A
few minutes later Lyta called
for them to return. 
******************************************************************
   Onboard the Drazi ship the sensor operator reported two lifeforms on
G'Kar's ship. The bounty
hunters' ship moved to close with Lyta. It  was about fifty kilometers
away when its problems
began.
   On her ship, Lyta had put her daughter down for her nap and returned
to the pilot's area. She
put new data crystals into the ship's recorders and began to
concentrate. It didn't take long to
separate the Drazi engineer's thoughts and get complete information on
his ship's engines,
weapons and hull structure.
   Anyone observing Lyta's concentration would have noticed that she
began to exude a white
aura which got brighter and brighter until she couldn't be seen because
of its intensity.
   Aboard the Drazi ship all hell was breaking loose, literally. Its 
engines had shut down and
couldn't be restarted. The weapons systems no longer had power and the
ship was starting to drift
and fall apart. Bulkheads were separating and on some decks there were
hull breaches. Personnel
were scrambling to get to lifepods, but they were all inoperable with
hatches that were jammed
shut. Desperation drove them to try to get into environment suits, but
the fighting over them was
preventing it. Meanwhile, large pieces of the ship were separating from
the main hull framing
members as the ship continued to break up. Within twenty minutes the
bounty hunters were just
so many bodies floating among the remains of their ship.
   Lyta quit glowing like a small sun and signaled the whitestar to
return. A minute later the
whitestar jumped into normal space about twenty kilometers from Lyta.
******************************************************************
   On her viewscreen Lyta was watching and listening to Captain Sheraun
invite her to come back
over for the promised dinner.
   With no expression showing on her face, on his imager, Lyta was
telling Captain Sheraun,
"Sheridan ordered you to kill me and my child. Your feelings about it
were so strong, I could read
them even while you were in hyperspace. You might want to scan the
wreckage of the Drazi
ship. You will find it interesting."
   The whitestar maneuvered to get close to the wreckage before starting
their scans. It only took
a few minutes for the results to be tabulated by the ship's computers
and recorded on data
crystals. The results painted a picture of horror. The ship had simply
fallen apart. There was no
evidence of any weapons fire of any kind and there were no survivors.
The bodies weren't
mangled or otherwise damaged. They just floated in space among the other
debris. 
   The whitestar came around to leave the debris field and close on
G'Kar's ship when her main
engines shut down. Her thrusters didn't operate either and her life
support was being powered by
emergency batteries. She was drifting helplessly in space.
   "I think, captain, that Lyta is making a point," observed G'Kar. "She
is showing us how easily
she could destroy us."
   Captain Sheraun looked at G'Kar and said emphatically, "I am
impressed, ambassador."
   Without warning Whitestar 71's main engines, jump engines and
auxiliary  power all came back
on line.
   "We are being hailed captain", said the communications watch.
   Sheraun nodded and Lyta appeared on the imager.
   "I get the point Lyta," said Sheraun.
   "I thought you might," she responded. "Is G'Kar ready to leave?"
   "Lyta we have been invited to Minbar," said G'Kar.
   "You know I am not welcome there, and you know Sheridan wants me
dead. You saw and
heard the orders he gave to Captain Sheraun," came a tart reply.
   "Delenn wants you to come. Besides, no one there can do you any harm,
anyway," G'Kar
countered.
   "Okay, G'Kar," she said in her tired laid back way, looking like she
was placating a small child.
   They tractored G'Kar's ship up close to the whitestar in preparation
to jumping into hyperspace.
Lyta was standing next to the left side of the captain's chair.
   "Let me, captain?" She asked.
   Sheraun started to ask her what and the scene outside the bridge
viewports changed from
normal space to one of the red background of hyperspace.
   The captain's jaw dropped. The rest of the bridge crew was stunned.
   "You see captain. There is more to me than meets the eye," said Lyta,
as she faced him he saw
the red and white glow normally not seen in her eyes.
   Sheraun wasn't about to disagree.
   After dinner that night G'Kar took Lyta aside and said, "You would
have destroyed us."
   Looking hurt and thoughtful, Lyta answered, "No. It wouldn't have
been necessary." Then
thoughtfully, "I would simply have disabled the weapons systems. This
crew hasn't done anything
to me. If I killed anyone, it would be the one who gave the order.
Besides, Captain Sheraun
would not have carried out the order. He considered it illegal."
   "I am bunking with the crew. Where did they put you?"
   "This ship has quarters reserved for a flag officer. It is small but
it is private and has enough
room for Maya."
   "You named her Maya?"
   "It was Byron's mother's name," she replied wistfully. "Her middle
name is Natasha, after my grandmother."
   "I think the captain has a thing for you, Lyta."
   "I know he does."
   "How do you feel about it?"
   "I like him G'Kar. He is a very good man, but what does he see in
me?"
   "You don't look your best. You just gave birth and you haven't shrunk
back to your pre-
pregnant self."
   "Thanks G'Kar. I needed that. You forgot to mention that my breasts
are swollen and I look
like hell. Maybe he likes the 'looks like hell' look. Some men are hard
to understand."
*************************************************************** 
  The trip to Minbar took a week and Lyta and G'Kar did their best to
stay out of everyone's way.
Lyta and Maya were popular amongst the rangers and she spent a large
portion of her time with
those who were off duty. Lyta tried her had at hand to hand combat with
the young rangers. They
found that she could move faster than they thought a human could. She
was graceful and
appeared to learn very quickly. Several male rangers had the lumps and
bruises to prove it. She
was introduced to the denn'boc and almost immediately put knots on the
heads of half dozen
rangers including three minbari. An older minbari ranger tested her and
got thumped for his
efforts. They were fascinated with her and respectful after her display
of martial abilities. She even
recorded some of the matches. 
   The ship's telepath was a young male P-12 in his early twenties. He
gave Lyta the hero worship
routine until she was embarrassed. Captain Sheraun suggested that taking
it gracefully was her
only option. It came with the territory of doing things for others, at
risk of your life, with no
expectation of compensation. Lyta liked the young man, he was a ranger
in final training and he
was well respected by his fellow rangers.
   Captain Sheraun was attentive of Lyta. He had observed her match with
his senior ranger and
was impressed by her. He didn't try to hide his feelings for her. Lyta
for her part behaved
neutrally, but it didn't change things. What made it tough was knowing
his feelings were real and
not just infatuation. She admitted to herself that she found him very
attractive. He wasn't a
telepath, but he was disciplined, honest and caring. A woman could do a
hell of a lot worse.
   A day out from Minbar, Lyta and Sheraun were walking down a
passageway near the
engineering plant and talking about life in general and life
philosophies. Maya was sleeping and a
young ranger was watching over her. Without thinking about it Sheraun
put his arm around Lyta's
waist. She didn't pull away. After a few steps he removed his arm from
her waist.
   "I am sorry, Lyta. I was out of line," he said.
   Tilting her head she looked at him and replied, "Were you?"
   Sheraun's heart skipped two beats.
   "Captain. To say I am a telepath would be a gross understatement. You
don't understand that a
telepath doesn't need to scan someone to pick up and read really strong
thoughts and feelings. In
fact we have to learn to put up mental barriers to keep out the thoughts
of others. Otherwise, we
go insane. It is like standing in a large hall with hundreds of people
and all of them shouting as
loudly as is possible. With that thought in mind, I could read your
feelings a sector away."
   Sheraun continued to walk as Lyta talked. They rounded a corner and
were out of sight of any
of the engineering personnel. Sheraun put his arm around Lyta again and
turned her toward him.
He bent down and kissed her lightly. Her response was to put her arms
around his neck, stand on
her tiptoes and kiss him so deeply he thought it would never end. He was
on fire and his knees
actually went weak. He stumbled but caught himself. Drawing away from
her kiss, Captain
Sheraun was almost breathless. He still held her in his arms and she
still had her arms around his
neck when a crewman came around the corner.
   Covering his surprise the crewman said, "Captain, you are wanted on
the bridge." After
delivering his message, the crewman spun on his heel and walked away.
   "Captain. This will be all over the ship in about two minutes," said
Lyta smiling, her arms still
around his neck.
   "I can live with it, if you can," he replied. Letting her go he
turned and started toward the
bridge.
   "This isn't over, captain," she said smiling at his retreating back.
******************************************************************END
End part GL-B2
From: "Aubrey W. Adkins" <xazqrten@norfolk.infi.net>
Subject: Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar Part C of G
Date: Tue, 23 Mar 1999 17:27:06 -0500

Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar Part C of G

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"Captain Sheraun. You are warrior caste," stated G'Kar.
   "Yes," replied Sheraun, "Why?"
   "I thought the warrior caste had no use for humans," said G'Kar.
   "In general that is true, but not all of us hew to that line of
thought. I, for example, went against
the wishes of my caste when I volunteered to help then Ambassador
Sinclair train his first group
of rangers. It infuriated my family when I continued to be a part of the
rangers and wouldn't take
part in our civil war. I thought the war was wrong. I am a sort of
rogue, if you will," answered
Sheraun. "You are, of course, thinking of my apparent relationship with
Lyta, aren't you?"
   "Yes captain. I know you do not truly understand what she is."
   "You think I should be afraid of her?" ha asked.
   "No, not afraid, cautious," replied G'Kar. "Your clan is going to
raise very strong objections to
a relationship between you and a human."
   "Probably, but Lyta isn't just any human. She is unique."
   "Captain. That may be the understatement of the millennium," answered
G'Kar.
   {Later that evening}
   Thinking about what he was going to say to Delenn and Sheridan
tomorrow after they arrived
on Minbar, and not looking forward to his family's reaction to Lyta,
Sheraun knocked on the door
to Lyta's assigned quarters.
   Lyta opened the door and Sheraun asked to come in. He took a seat on
one of the two chairs in
the cabin. Lyta lay down on the bed and snuggled Maya into her arms.
   "To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, captain?" asked Lyta.
   "After earlier today, I think we need to talk," he said.
   "To say the least," she said, smiling at him. "You must have a
thousand questions. Ask them. I
will give you straight answers."
   "G'Kar told me I should be cautious, that I don't truly understand
what you are."
   "He was telling the truth. Do you really want to know what I am?
After you learn, you may not
find me so appealing. You think you love me, and you do, but it isn't
fair for you to love
something you may not be capable of understanding." Lyta carefully
disentangled herself from
Maya, who was sleeping very deeply.
   Sitting on the edge of the bed, Lyta looked into Sheraun's mind.
Sheraun felt the lightest of
touches in his mind and knew she was scanning him. He was no longer in
the cabin with Lyta, he
was home talking to his father. They discussed the actions he had taken
and beliefs he had
adopted since he had been a very young man, and the results of those
actions. There were many
things he had done that caused his family and friends great pain and he
could not change even one
of them. In his mind he was seeing scenes that had never happened in his
life's experiences. They
featured a number of humans and a redheaded female in particular. Some
of those scenes made
the minbari warrior shed tears. Other scenes showed the Vorlon home
world and things that were
beyond his understanding. He heart ached with sorrow. He saw the
happenings that Lyta had
experienced since her involvement with the Vorlons, the loneliness, the
rejection and despair, and
the realizations of what she was and what she was becoming. He was
acutely aware that she and
those whom knew her thought of her as a what, not a who. She was a
weapon, a thing of
unimaginable power, with other abilities that no one would even dream
of, with her sense of right
and wrong as her only guide. She was truly a frightening entity.
   Sheraun was seeing Lyta sitting across from him again. 
   "If that was supposed to make me reconsider my feelings toward you,
it did," he said. "They are
stronger than ever." 
   "I am not surprised," she responded.
   She had him remove his robe to keep it from getting milk splotches on
it. She had to explain
about human females and how the mammary glands functioned. He smiled at
her concern, but put
his robe across the back of the chair he had been sitting in. Lyta made
him sit on the bed and lean
against the bulkhead. She straddled him and sat on his lap.
   "It's time you discover what you are letting yourself in for," she
told him.
   He put his arms around her in response. Lyta put her arms around his
neck and put her lips to
his. Sheraun was on fire. He was stimulated beyond anything he could
have imagined. His arms
tightened around Lyta. Sitting on his lap she could feel him becoming
aroused. She pulled away
from him. When he opened his eyes, she could see that his arousal was so
intense that he wasn't
aware of his surroundings. It took several minutes for him to get
control of his desires.
   "Is it what you expected?" asked Lyta.
   Sheraun had trouble answering her. His mind was spinning, trying to
understand what he had
just experienced. Meanwhile Lyta nuzzled his neck and snuggled up on his
chest and shoulder.
   "I have never felt anything like that, before," he breathed.
   "That was only a little sample. Are you really sure you want the
whole program. You could get
badly burned." She told him.
   "Fire never felt so good," he replied.
   Lyta sat up, and kissed him again. It was a very long deep passionate
kiss. His mind overloaded
from the stimulus and he lost consciousness. Lyta pulled away from him.
It was almost five
minutes before Sheraun's mind came back to reality. 
   "Are you still interested?" asked Lyta.
   All he could do was nod his head in the affirmative.
   "You are a sucker for punishment," she smiled. "It will be okay as
long as I don't get carried
away."
   Sheraun was totally wasted and all she did was kiss him. He was
afraid of what would happen if
they went any farther. Actually he was worried for himself. She
apparently had no problems. His
loins ached badly. It was very painful. He had never been aroused like
this before. He wasn't sure
he could survive a return engagement. He made his excuses and said
goodnight. He was getting
ready for bed when noticed the front of his tunic. It was soaked where
her breasts had leaked on
him. [Well, she did warn me], he thought smiling. He went to sleep
wondering if any man could
handle the redhead. He would be glad to die trying. 
   Whitestar 71 settled into a high orbit over Minbar. Her shuttle
dropped toward the planet's
surface carrying Captain Sheraun, G'Kar, Lyta and Maya. G'Kar's ship was
being piloted down by
one of the whitestar's shuttle pilot's.
   Inside Interstellar Alliance headquarters, G'Kar and Lyta waited
while Captain Sheraun went
into Delenn's office.
   Sheraun bowed in greeting to Delenn who returned the gesture.
   "You wanted to see me, Entil'za?" he inquired.
   "Tell me about your patrol, and how you came to have G'Kar and Lyta
aboard?" She asked.
   Captain Sheraun gave her a thorough report about his patrol and also
gave her data crystals
recorded onboard both G'Kar's ship and his whitestar. Delenn watched the
videos with great
interest. During her viewing, President Sheridan came into the office. 
   "Good morning captain," he said to Sheraun. 
   Delenn turned to look at both of them and she didn't like what she
saw in Sheraun's eyes.
   "Is there a problem, captain?" she asked.
   Sheraun slightly shook his head, no.
   "Ask G'Kar to come in captain," said Delenn.
   G'Kar left Lyta and proceeded into Delenn's office.
   "Good morning, ambassador," said G'Kar.
   "G'Kar tell me about your travels this last year?" Requested Delenn.
   G'Kar gave them a complete rundown, leaving out any references to
Lyta's activities as much as
possible.
   "Seems like you have had some interesting, not to mention dangerous,
adventures," said
Sheridan.
   "Yes. I have a couple of legal questions concerning IA laws, Delenn."
   Delenn nodded for G'Kar to continue.
   "I believe outright killing an innocent person is defined as murder.
Am I correct?
   Delenn nodded assent. She thought she knew where this was going and
glanced at her husband,
who looked very uncomfortable.
   "Then hiring someone to kill an innocent person would be the same as
killing them, and
ordering someone to do it would be at the least conspiracy to commit
murder. Is that correct?"
   Delenn stared at G'Kar for a full minute, then answered, "That is
correct."
   G'Kar then related his conversation with Lyta about someone ordering
her and her daughter
killed.
   "I believe John, that Lyta could make a good case against you for
conspiring to murder her and
her baby. She has the records from the Whitestar 71 as evidence."
   Sheridan's face turned beet red and he was obviously mad as hell.
"Are you accusing me,
G'Kar?"
   "No, but I think she will and she has a lot of personnel on her
side."
   "Have Lyta come in," ordered Delenn.
   Sheridan looked like a trapped rat.
   Lyta entered carrying a sleeping baby in her arms. She smiled at
Delenn.
   "Hello Delenn."
   Captain Sheraun stepped up behind Lyta and put his arms around her.
Delenn was taken aback,
but said nothing. It was the way Sheraun had done it, as if they were
familiar with one another.
They made an eye-catching couple, a 199-centimeters (not including the
top of his bone crest),
127-kilogram male member of the warrior cast and a 176 centimeters, 66
kilogram redheaded
human female. Sheraun was very large, even for a member of the warrior
cast.
   President Sheridan was trying to disappear into the woodwork and not
being very successful.
   "You need to know, Entil'za, I would not have carried out the
president's order," said Sheraun.
   "I know, Sheraun. It was an illegal order. In the future all orders
will come through me, or they
won't be followed," answered Delenn. "I am curious, what is your
relationship to Lyta. You only
met her less than a week ago."
   "I am like you, Entil'za, I knew what I wanted, and it came to me.
You are correct, my clan and
family are going to be angry enough, finally, to disown me. It has been
coming for years. I accept
it," said Sheraun wistfully. His tone let anyone paying attention know
he wished it weren't so. "It
is what you get for, as the humans say, 'walking on the wild side'."
   Delenn walked around her desk and reached for Maya who was starting
to wake up. Taking the
infant she returned to her seat behind her desk and put the baby on her
chest and nuzzled her.
Maya shifted position and went back to sleep.
   "A mother's touch," said G'Kar. Delenn smiled.
   "Sheraun, if you don't object, I would like to talk to your father
about you and Lyta," said
Delenn.
   Sheraun nodded assent.
   G'Kar will you and Captain Sheraun wait outside. I want a few minutes
alone with Lyta. John,
you stay," said Delenn.
   Delenn loaded one of the data crystals into the viewer. It was from
the whitestar and showed a
debris field with bodies. It also showed the analysis of the bodies and
debris.
   "That was what the whitestar found, John. This is what it came from."
With that Delenn loaded
the first of the two remaining crystals.
   As Sheridan watched the vessel's destruction, his blood got very
cold.
   "That is what could have happened to Whitestar 71 if Captain Sheraun
had tried to carry out
your order," said Delenn in a flat voice.
   Sheridan looked at Lyta, who was now sitting in a chair watching the
visual record of her
handiwork. "You could have done that to Babylon 5?"
   Lyta just nodded slightly. "All I would have had to do was cause the
spinning section to jam
momentarily and the station would have torn itself apart. I am curious,
though. Just what kind of
monster do you think I am, and why? You never thought of Lorien as a
monster."
   "You're not little miss docile telepath anymore. You're a killer,
Lyta. Steven told me the incident
on Drazi home world and I heard what you have done to people who have
tried to kill you and
G'Kar. You can kill in the coldest ways I ever heard of. Lorien never
actually killed anyone
directly that I know of," that's why I see you differently.
   "If you just kill a dozen assassins, more come to take their place.
If you kill them in a horrifying
manner, they aren't so anxious to get to you. It is a matter of
psychology. It is why I destroyed the
Drazi ship the way I did. I could have just as easily made their
reactors and engines explode,"
replied Lyta, in a matter of fact tone. "I suppose my not being docile
anymore scares the living
hell out of you, doesn't it?"
   "Frankly, yes it does," replied Sheridan.
   "Do I frighten you, Delenn?"
   Delenn answered, "No. You have always been my friend. Friends don't
fear friends. They
respect and love them."
   Delenn put the last data crystal into the socket and the scenes of
the whitestar being rendered
powerless and drifting in space and the following transmissions played.
Sheridan was visibly
shaken by what he was seeing.
   "No one was harmed," Lyta pointed out. "I wanted to demonstrate the
futility of trying to kill
me. It isn't going to happen Mr. President. Get a PPG from one of your
guards."
   Delenn called in the guard outside her office door. He had a sidearm.
   Lyta looked at the guard and said, "I want you to take out your PPG
and shoot me."
   The guard looked puzzled. Sheridan nodded for him to comply. The
guard was looking
distraught. He hadn't signed on to just execute someone like this. 
   Lyta commanded, "Shoot me until the power cap is empty."
   Mentally she forced the guard to comply. She stood not three meters
in front of the guard as his
PPG discharged repeatedly until its power cap was depleted. Lyta
absorbed every round and
grimaced at the end.
   She said, "That stings like hell."
   The guard was very distraught. He couldn't stop himself from shooting
the lady in front of him,
but he might as well have been using wet noodles. Delenn dismissed him
with a warning to tell no
one what he had witnessed.
   Sheridan appeared to be dumbstruck. An ordinary person would have
been incinerated in Lyta's
place.
   Lyta looked at Delenn and her husband, "The war cruiser that is in
orbit overhead, I could
destroy it as easily as I shut down the whitestar. I can do it from here
and without line of sight."
   Delenn shifted Maya's position to get more comfortable. It was at
that point that John really
noticed the baby Delenn was holding to her breast and shoulder.
   "I am not a monster. I just want to be left alone to pursue whatever
relationship I may have with
Captain Sheraun," said Lyta.
   "What about your war with Psi Corps? That isn't just going to go
away," noted Sheridan.
   "It has entered a new phase. There are to be no more physical attacks
or killings by our side.
We are obtaining the corps most closely held secrets and the records to
support their authenticity.
We are going to destroy the corps with their own records. Once the
mundanes learn what has
been going on for the past hundred years or so, Psi Corps as an
organization and institute will be
finished and with them will go the persecution of what are now called
rogue telepaths. We will
show the mundanes how to keep the telepaths from running amuck without
organizations such as
the corps." 
   "Besides high adventures, what have you and G'Kar been up to these
last months," asked
Sheridan.
   "We have been working on my anger management and general
enlightenment. I have been
learning about hatred, understanding, forgiveness and other emotional
experiences that I must
learn how to handle. As you can see I have become a mother. That tends
to cause a woman to
review and refocus her priorities."
   Lyta reached across Delenn's desk and Delenn gave her the baby.
Positioning Maya, she
unsnapped the part of her blouse that covered her left nipple. The baby
found it and started
feeding. John looked at Delenn.
   "Is something wrong, Mr. President?" asked Lyta.
   "Mm, no," he responded. He kissed Delenn and took his leave.
   After he had gone, Delenn looked at Lyta, smiled, and said, "I think
you and Maya just made
him understand what you really are, a mother, a terribly powerful
mother." Delenn hesitated a
moment before continuing, "I am going to call Sheraun's father. I think
he should meet you. Lyta.
This is not going to be easy. It may not even be possible."
   Lyta handed Delenn a data crystal. Delenn put it in the socket and
watched the combat matches
Lyta had participated in on the whitestar. She was suitably impressed.
   She stepped over to her wall mounted communications system and made
some quick entries on
a keyboard. It took almost a minute for a response from the system. An
old minbari with a
massive bonecrest appeared on the viewer.
   "To what do I owe this call Satai?" asked the gentleman.
   "Valeck, you know well that I am no longer Satai. I am merely an
ambassador to the Interstellar
Alliance," replied Delenn.
   "You are still married to the 'Starkiller'." It was a statement not a
question.
   Amused at the way the statement was phrased, Delenn replied, "Yes. I
am still married to the
president of the IA, but that has nothing to do with why I called."
   The minbari waited for her to continue.
   "When was the last time you saw Sheraun?"
   A dark expression crossed Valeck's face and then was gone.
   "It has been a number of cycles," he replied. "He doesn't keep any
council with his family or
clan. Why?"
   "I think he may be going to take a wife," replied Delenn.
   "It's his life and his choice. He hasn't asked for any advice in the
past, so I don't expect him to
start now."
   "This is different, Valeck. He wants to marry a human."
   The expression on Valeck's face was almost indescribable. It looked
as if he were choking to
death. "I am not surprised," he spat, "considering what he has done in
the past. This will be the
last straw. He will no longer be a member of this family or this clan."
   Lyta had moved to within the pickup's area of coverage while this
exchange was taking place.
   "I said human, but the truth is she is only about half human," said
Delenn.
   "Oh? And just what is the other half, as if it should make any
difference," Valeck replied.
   "How about half Vorlon," Lyta said in interlac, into the pickup.
   Valeck's jaw visibly dropped at Lyta's statement.
   Delenn and Lyta waited a full minute for Valeck to recover.
   "I have never before heard of such an abomination," Valeck finally
replied.
   "I know. We must keep our race pure," Delenn replied her voice
dripping sarcasm.
   "What do you want from me?" he asked.
   "I would like for you to invite me and Lyta to supper," replied
Delenn. "You will find it most
interesting."
   Amused, Valeck replied, "1900 hours your time day after tomorrow. We
are having a clan get
together, and bring your husband. I want to meet him."
   With that he bowed and closed the channel.
   "Not the friendliest fellow in the galaxy, is he?" asked Lyta
   "Don't let him fool you. He is not what he seems," replied Delenn.
   Lyta looked at her, obviously awaiting an explanation. Delenn,
instead of returning to her desk,
went to sit on the couch on the other side of her office. Lyta followed
and sat on the opposite end
and faced her friend.
   Lyta, how much do you know about the Earth-Minbari War?" asked
Delenn.
   "More than you can imagine. The Vorlons gave me more knowledge of
events than I ever
wanted. I know what got it started. I know about your part in starting
and stopping it. I even
know that you actually met John Sheridan at that time, even if you
don't. What else did you have
in mind?"
   "Lyta, I never met John Sheridan before he became commanding officer
of Babylon 5."
   "I am sure you believe that, but I beg to differ." She explained
about how Delenn had in fact
spared Sheridan's and Franklin's lives."
   Delenn was stunned. "I never knew that."
   "What else did you have in mind, Delenn?"
   Delenn explained that Valeck was one of the four Grey Council members
who had voted not to
go to war with the humans over Dukhat's death. He wanted to contact them
and resolve it
without conflict. He didn't see any glory in attacking a foe that had no
real chance of winning. In
fact he quit the Grey Council over the issue after the war started. It
had not made him popular
with his family and clan.
   "He sounds a lot like Sheraun. He has an independent streak a
kilometer wide. It's probably
where all the conflict between them originates," observed Lyta.
   "This dinner will give the family a chance to look you over. They
aren't going to like you, but it
will be a chance for them to see the real you. After all, they have
never actually met a real Vorlon
before, or a half one for that matter, said Delenn, chuckling under her
breath.
   "Are you sure it's alright to let these people know about my make up.
It could scare the hell out
of them?" asked Lyta.
   "I don't know about scaring them, but it will give you a chance to
earn their respect as a
warrior," Delenn replied.
   "I'm not a warrior, Delenn."
   I know, but after you beat their best, they will think you are. You
were very
impressive in the matches you showed me."
   Lyta laughed and shifted Maya to her other breast. Maybe the dinner
would be fun after all.
   Lyta noted that there was almost nothing better than beating reality
into someone like an
arrogant
warrior caste member, except sex.
   Delenn walked Lyta to the door and invited G'Kar to the dinner. She
explained to Sheraun that
she didn't think he would be welcome.
   "Old news, Entil'za Delenn, very old news," replied the captain. "I
will be returning to my ship
and leaving to continue our scheduled patrol, after I help Lyta find a
place to stay."
   "She can stay with me Sheraun. I will help her find accommodations,"
offered Delenn. 
   "I think I will stay a little while, also," said G'Kar. "I have never
studied minbari customs and
this is as good a chance as any. Besides, Lyta and I have a great many
more places to visit.
   "G'Kar, you can't be serious about Lyta going with you when you
leave. Are you?" asked
Delenn. "She has a child to care for now."
   Looking thoughtful, G'Kar responded, "We have been very complimentary
travel companions
and she is an excellent bodyguard."
   "She may not be available when you are ready to leave, G'Kar,"
observed Sheraun.
   G'Kar agreed that this might become so. 
   "Thank you for the offer Delenn, but what will your husband say?"
asked Lyta.
   "Nothing. Besides, I have a son, David, you haven't met, yet."
   Sheraun took his leave and Lyta stepped away from the others to say
farewell. Sheraun hugged
Lyta and Maya and kissed both of them, then departed.
   G'Kar said to Delenn, "I've heard of fire and ice, but this is fire
and even more fire."
   Delenn looked at G'Kar oddly, then smiled.
   It was late afternoon and Lyta had been settled into a small, but
very nice apartment in the
building that housed Delenn's and John's quarters. It was an annex of
the IA headquarters
building. Delenn invited Lyta over the next evening to chat and meet her
month old son.
   Having settled in and done her grocery shopping, Lyta dressed for her
visit to meet David,
knowing that a month old infant would never recall the fact. Lyta was
impressed. David was a
quiet child, alert and observant of everything going around him. Lyta
always loved seeing the
various art objects with which Delenn always decorated her quarters. She
thought it odd to see a
piece that didn't seem to match the mood of the rest of the objects.
   "Delenn. Isn't that piece out of place amongst your other artworks?"
Asked Lyta.
   "It is a gift from Londo for David when he reaches the age of
majority," she replied.
   For some reason Lyta didn't care for it. She approached the shelf it
was sitting on, to examine it
more closely. Even though the keeper was dormant, Lyta had detected the
life signs of the shadow
object. 
   "What did Londo tell you about this item?"
   "Only that it was very old and was handed down from one generation to
the next. He said it
contained holy water from one the rivers, that were held to be holy in
ancient times," replied
Delenn.
   "I hate to tell you, but it doesn't contain water, holy or otherwise.
It contains what we call a
keeper. It is one of those things Steven told you he found on Mars."
   "What shall we do with it. I mean, how do we kill it?" asked Delenn.
   "We don't. I do. I can kill it without opening the container,"
replied Lyta.
   Feeling the powerful telepathic presence, the keeper awakened, but it
only had a moment's
consciousness, before Lyta reduced it to dust using her telekinetic
abilities.
  "It is dead, Delenn. When the container is opened you will find only a
little pile of dust. Keep it
intact and never let Londo know what we found and how we dealt with it."
   "It will be our secret. Thank you, Lyta. You may have saved my son,"
replied Delenn.
   It was the afternoon of the day of the dinner at Valeck's home and
Delenn had arranged for a
babysitter for Maya and David for later that evening. The lady was a
minbari telepath from
Delenn's clan. She had arrived early so she could become acquainted with
Lyta and Maya. Delenn
had introduced her earlier as Nadini.
   Lyta had insisted on the babysitter being a telepath. She was afraid
a normal might not be able
to cope with her daughter. Maya was already using her abilities and she
wasn't two weeks old yet.
Admittedly, so far, it was limited to empathetically letting her know
when she was hungry, wet or
otherwise in need of attention, but even that could be unsettling for a
normal.
   Lyta looked at what few outfits she had and chose to wear a white
blouse/blue pants outfit and
a black braided shoulder cover. She let her hair down and brushed it
out. Valeck wouldn't
recognize her as the woman he had seen on the communication imager. She
walked back out into
the main room of the apartment. Nadini noted that it seemed very
appropriate dress for a dinner
party. 
   Delenn and John knocked on Lyta's door. Lyta opened the door and
brought David in and gave
him to Nadini. They bid Nadini good evening until later, and joined
John.

End part C

From: "Aubrey W. Adkins" <xazqrten@norfolk.infi.net>
Subject: Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar Part D of G
Date: Wed, 24 Mar 1999 17:57:35 -0500

Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar Part D of G

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  John observed that Lyta was dressed to fight.
  "He gets smarter all the time Delenn," quipped Lyta.
  "Exactly what are you talking about Lyta?" asked John.
  "John, we think Sheraun's family and clan members will be trying to
find fault with her and
humiliate her," answered Delenn.
   John noticed that Lyta moved like a cat. She had always been very
graceful in her movements,
but he didn't remember her looking quite so predatory. He wondered how
he had missed it. He
realized there must be a lot that he had missed about her.
   G'Kar met them at the ground car. The trip to Valeck' compound only
took about thirty
minutes.
   They were met at the door by Valeck. He showed surprise that Lyta was
not dressed formally as
were the Sheridans and G'Kar. He questioned her. Lyta informed him, in
interlac, that she
expected to be tried and humiliated by those who did not care for
Captain Sheraun. Lyta was left
alone in what appeared to be a library while, G'Kar, and the Sheridans
were led away by Valeck.
   "Do you read minbari?" asked a voice in passable interlac.
   Lyta turned to face the owner of the voice. "Whom do I have the
pleasure of addressing?" she
asked, even though the strong family resemblance would have identified
the woman as a sister of
Sheraun.
   "I am Marlan, Sheraun's younger sister," she answered. 'You are
obviously Lyta Alexander, the
human Sheraun is smitten by."
   Lyta inclined her head in assent. "I wouldn't use the word smitten.
He likes me, that's all."
   "I hear he wants to marry you," Marlan replied. "You must be
something very special."
   "You don't approve of your brother's choices or actions?" inquired
Lyta.
   "Actually I do," she answered. "He is his own mind. He doesn't have
his head stuck up his rear
end. I wish I were more like him. He is so much like father. That's why
they can't stand one
another. Like I said, you must be very special."
   "I am not sure what constitutes special," answered Lyta. "I only met
your brother a little less
than two standard weeks ago. His ship almost collided with G'Kar's ship,
while I was giving birth
to my daughter."
   "Who was with you during the birth, the Narn?" She asked.
   "No. He was piloting the ship. I gave birth in the toilet facilities,
alone."
   Marlan made a face. "Alone?"
   "There wasn't anyone to help, besides it isn't the first time a human
has given birth alone and it
won't be the last," responded Lyta.
  Just as Lyta started her sentence a young minbari male entered the
room. Upon hearing what
Lyta said, he commented in minbari, "Marlan what do you expect from
animals?"
   "You should at least have the manners to say that to her face in a
language she understands,"
shot back Marlan.
   Another minbari male entered the room and commented to the first, "It
this the animal Sheraun
is taken by? She doesn't look like much to me." The exchange had been in
minbari.
   Marlan noticed a wicked smile on Lyta's face and wondered what she
found so humorous.
   "She wouldn't be smiling if she knew what we were saying," said the
first male to the second.
   The second male laughed and they left the room.
   In his study Valeck had taken a seat behind a desk and motioned for
the Sheridans and G'Kar to
be seated. 
   "What did you want to show me, Delenn?"
   Delenn proceeded to play the same data crystals that she had played
earlier that day for John for
him. He watched in silence.
   After the crystals had been played, he asked, "Was this supposed to
impress me?"
   "No," Responded Delenn. "It was meant to prevent your family and
clansmen embarrassing you
and themselves by trying to humiliate Lyta." 
   Valeck just shrugged his shoulders. "I would like to talk to your
husband alone, if you don't
object."
   Delenn and G'Kar left the room.
   Walking into a very large front room, G'Kar commented to Delenn, "He
wasn't much impressed
by the information on the data crystals."
   "Don't let him fool you, G'Kar. He was very impressed and his
response tells me my worst fears
are going to come true," responded Delenn.
   "Your worst fears?"
   "Yes. They are going to try to humiliate Lyta."
   "That could be hazardous."
   "If she accidentally kills one of them it will not be good."
   "You tried to warn your host. It is his responsibility now,"
responded G'Kar.
   Other guests were arriving and the room was starting to seem a lot
smaller.
   Valeck and John Sheridan rejoined the rest of the guests in the front
room. Since some of the
clan members had not seen one another in some time there was much hubbub
as they greeted one
another.
   It's time we joined the others in the front room, Lyta," said Marlan.
   "You go ahead. I don't know anyone except G'Kar and the Sheridans.
This is a family affair and
I am certainly not family," responded Lyta, neutrally.
   Marlan closed the door leaving Lyta alone in the library.
   "Is it any good," he asked in interlac.
   "You haven't read it?" she replied in perfect minbari.
   "No. I only collect them," he answered and then realized she had
answered him in minbari.
"Does anyone else know you are proficient in minbari?"
   "No, but G'Kar would expect it, considering what I have done during
our travels."
   "You are aware of how some of our clan feels about you?"
   "How much do you know about me?" asked Lyta.
   "Delenn played the data crystals for me. You are impressive," he
answered.
   "Are you aware that I am a telepath?"
   "It wasn't brought out, so, no, I didn't know that."
   "I have been listening to the stray thoughts of your guests. Some of
them plan to humiliate me
and kill me," she said matter-of-factly.  "I believe a few object
lessons and some personal
experience will be in order."
   Valeck responded, "I don't think I like the sound of that."
   "Don't worry. I promise I won't kill anyone," she said. "However, I
don't promise not to send a
few of them to your nearest medical facility."
   "It's time for dinner, I suppose we should join the others," said
Valeck.
   Lyta preceded Valeck through the door into the hallway and followed
him into the very large
dining room. Most everyone had been seated at the three long wide tables
in evidence. He guided
her to a seat at the head of the largest table and he took the seat next
to her. There were murmurs
amongst the other guests. Lyta could sense intense hostility in many of
the guests, but decided to
ignore it.
  Valeck stood again and while the food was being served began to talk
about minbari history, the
clan's history and how the clan had been part of it. He elaborated on
the many achievements of
various clan members and introduced those who had made their
contributions in the recent past,
since the last clan  get together. He never mentioned Sheraun in his
recounting. He also
introduced Delenn and John Sheridan and G'Kar. 
   Valeck returned to his seat and dinner began. Lyta only barely tasted
her food. Her actions did
not go unnoticed. The meal was almost finished.
   "Is there a problem with the food, human?" came an inquiry from about
half way down the
table. The speaker had used minbari.
   Lyta ignored the question. She looked at Valeck and asked, in
interlac, "Can you open
communications with the cruiser in orbit after the meal?" Valeck nodded
assent.
   One of the guests at the second table stood up and asked, "Aren't you
going to introduce the
human female?"
   Lyta detected no animosity in the speaker.
   Valeck responded, "She is my personal guest and preferred not being
introduced."
   "Isn't she the human female that Sheraun is sniffing after?" demanded
another guest.
   Valeck admitted that she was the woman Sheraun was courting as it
were. Valeck looked at
Lyta. Lyta gave him a brief nod.
   "Honored guests and family, it pleases me to introduce Ms. Lyta
Alexander of earth. She is here
at my request and seems to be my son's choice for a mate. As much as it
may anger many of you I
find her a worthy addition, if it, in fact, comes to pass."
   This caused an uproar amongst most of the guests. There were demands
that Sheraun be
disowned and other demands that Lyta be thrown out of the house. The
expected demands that
she demonstrate her worthiness to be a member of a warrior caste family
and clan were immediate
and loud.
   "I accept your demands," shouted Valeck. "We must adjourn to the main
meeting hall to
accommodate these demands."
   In the main meeting hall Valeck opened a communications channel with
the war cruiser. The
captain appeared to be standing in front of Valeck and Lyta. The
communications system
apparently had a holographic imaging system.
   Valeck put a data crystal into a socket and the scene of the bounty
hunter ship being destroyed
was shown to all of the guests and was sent to the cruiser at the same
time. 
   Valeck stepped away and left Lyta center stage. 
   Lyta looked at the guests and said in perfect minbari, "I destroyed
that ship without weapons. Is
there anyone here who doesn't believe that?"   
   "Images can be faked," came a response from a number of guests.
   She looked at the image and said, "Captain. I am afraid you, your
crew and your ship are to be
used for an object lesson."
   Less than a minute later the dinner party heard the sound of
emergency alarms coming from the
cruiser. The captain's face was losing its color.
   "I have an emergency!" exclaimed the captain.
   "Keep the channel open, captain. It is necessary for the lesson,"
said Lyta.
   "Captain! We have lost main engines, the reactors are shut down and
won't restart and we have
lost maneuvering thrusters! We are beginning to drift!" exclaimed a
voice from off screen.
   "Captain, the thrusters are back online and they are pushing us
toward the planet!" Said another
off screen voice.
   "Do you see how easy that is, ladies and gentlemen," said Lyta.
   There were boos and hisses and claims of trickery.
   "Captain! The reactors are back online and they are starting to go
critical!" exclaimed the off
screen voice.
   The captain's image turned to Lyta, "You are doing this?"
   "It's part of the lesson, captain. I am terribly sorry, but these
people think this is a trick," replied
Lyta.
   Delenn, John and G'Kar were watching with looks or horror on their
faces. Many guests
observing Delenn, John and G'Kar realized that the danger to the ship's
crew was real, not some
kind of trick.
   "Lyta, Please. Don't do this. Those people on the ship haven't harmed
you," pleaded Delenn.
   "Very true Delenn. The helpless women and children that your warrior
caste slaughtered hadn't
done anything to them either. It is easy to be heroic slaughtering
someone who cannot possibly
fight back," replied Lyta in a cold impersonal tone.
   By now the guests were shouting for Valeck or someone to do
something.
   "You do understand, captain, why you are going to be killed like
vermin, with no hope of
survival? I need to make a point. I will begin breaking up your ship in
about forty-five standard
minutes. You will find that your lifepods are non-functional. There is
no escape. It is nothing
personal," said Lyta.
   The room was growing silent as what was happening started sinking
into the minbari minds.
   "Lyta," said Valeck, who by now was sure she intended to destroy the
ship and its crew, "These
people have many loved ones serving on that ship. You don't have to do
this."
   "I am afraid I do. It is necessary for them to understand
helplessness," she answered.
   There was total silence in the room. The ship's captain's inability
to save his crew and its effects
on him were evident. He wouldn't say anything, but his eyes said it for
him. It was one thing to be
killed in battle, but this was simple execution. Valeck remembered that
the captain had been a
young man during the Earth-Minbar War and had been opposed to it. He
couldn't understand why
he was being slaughtered to prove a point. It seemed so senseless. Lyta
let the situation go on for
almost the full forty-five minutes. 
   "Captain! We have thruster control again and the reactors are
returning to normal!" said an off
screen voice. "We have main engines back online, sir."
   "Thank you for your assistance, captain," said Lyta turning to the
crowd of guests. "Now that I
have made my point, it only remains for the rest of the entertainment."
   It dawned on Delenn that she did not know this Lyta. She was still
shaking from what she had
witnessed. John and G'Kar were looking at one another in complete
disbelief.
   The crowd was silent. Any sign of merriment had been totally
destroyed.
   "There is one item left to address before everyone calls it a night,"
said Lyta.
   No one was laughing at her now. She was no longer a joke.
   "There were some of you who came intending to humiliate me and a few
intended to kill me. I
want those who would kill me to step forward."
   No one moved. 
   "I am a telepath and I know who you are. You  will come forward or
everyone will suffer."
   There was shuffling amongst the crowd and ten minbari males came
forward. They varied in age
from young adults to old adults.
   Lyta had spoken to Valeck and he had assembled a variety of minbari
weapons, everything from
ppgs to denn'boks to knives.
   Lyta walked into the center of the hall, turned and looked at the ten
men. "Take whichever
weapon or weapons you wish. You can wait and use the same weapon another
has used if you
wish. Take it and come here."
   It only took Lyta a few minutes to leave the men laying on the floor
barely conscious and
battered.
   The men were taken to the bathroom and cleaned up. The gathering was
breaking up and the
mood was somber.
   Delenn made apologies and she, John, G'Kar and the now hated Lyta
started to depart.
   As Delenn and the others were getting into the ground car, Valeck
took Delenn aside and
leaned close to her. Into her ear he whispered, "I know it won't mean
anything to him, but tell
Sheraun I approve his choice of mate."
   Delenn nodded assent and rejoined her husband and friends.
   In the car Delenn said to Lyta, "Thank you for not doing any
permanent damage."
   Lyta just gave her a small smile. The rest of the return trip was in
silence.
******************************************************************
  Delenn was sitting yoga style on the bedroom floor staring into the
light of a candle
meditating. John sat down beside her and looked into the candle, waiting
for her to acknowledge
his presence. Shortly, she turned her head a little, just enough to
signal that she was aware of him.
  "A penny for your thoughts."
  She waited almost two minutes before responding, "I am thinking of all
the trials Lyta has
undergone since she first came aboard Babylon 5."
   When she didn't continue, John turned his head to more directly face
her and waited.
   "No human or minbari has been so sorely tested as she, not even
Sinclair/Valen."
   John waited for her to continue.
   "You died and Lorien brought you back, but you were still human and
for all intents the same as
before."
   The waiting between her comments was nerve wracking. She could take
hours to finish an
observation he would espouse in five minutes.
   "John. What would you do if you could kill with a thought. If you
could destroy a warship as if
it were nothing, would you be afraid?"
   He had to admit to himself that line of thought had never occurred to
him. For him the idea
was beyond dreaming. It was something he needed to think about in depth.
   "John. When I was Grey Council, I was responsible for many lives, but
I did not truly
understand. Even when I sent whitestars out, I didn't understand, not
until you had to order that
crew to their deaths just before Coriana 6. I cannot comprehend what it
must be like to be able to
kill with a mere thought. What it must be like to have to guard your
every thought, so you don't
harm someone? I think I would be terrified."
   "I don't know, Delenn."
   She had given him something to think about, that he didn't want to
think about. How could
anyone who didn't have that power, had never exercised it, ever hope to
understand it? The
thoughts were giving him a headache. Tonight would be one he would
remember for the rest of
his life, what there was of it.
***************************************************************************
   It was early morning and very dark outside. Lyta was sitting up in
bed feeding Maya. A point of
light began to appear at the foot of the bed. It became very brilliant
and then faded into the form
of Lorien. Lyta knew what was coming.
   "You shouldn't have interfered," said Lorien.
   I couldn't let him die. Besides, no one knows except Delenn, and she
can't tell anyone. I saw to
that," replied Lyta.
   "You will pay a terrible price for your actions."
   "I know. It was the only way to make them forget what really
happened. When they think of me
or someone mentions my name they will be revolted. I wiped their
memories as best I could under
the circumstances. There were more than a hundred of them."
   "It's little comfort, but no one could have done better," he
observed. "Why are you allowing
Delenn to remember the truth?'
   "I feel she deserves it because of what she has done for me in the
past. Maybe, just maybe, I
want at least one person who will not be offended or sickened by my
presence or the very thought
of me," replied Lyta, with a smile at the corner of her lips.
   "It doesn't matter, Lyta. You have a destiny and personal feelings
only increase your difficulty.
Your compassion for your fellow beings is laudable, but you are no
longer one of them," he
reminded her.
   "If I don't follow orders, I suppose I will be destroyed. I would
expect nothing less."
   "Lyta. You misunderstand. Your compassion is what makes you perfect
for this job. You are
essentially indestructible. It is doubtful you can be killed by anything
except time and we aren't
sure about that. Your compassion will keep you from destroying entire
races, the function for
which the Vorlons engineered you. They forgot about that, fortunately. I
made a few changes in
you, for the best it seems."
   Shifting Maya to her other breast, Lyta said, "You think if it was
known what I can do, they
would want me to extend Sheridan's life."
   Lorien nodded. "That must be allowed to continue unchanged."
   "Will I see you again?"
   "Certainly," answered Lorien, eyes twinkling as his image faded to
darkness.
   Lyta spent the remainder of the night mulling over their
conversation.
**************************************************************************
  In her office, Delenn was surprised, but pleased to see Lyta come
through her door. An earlier
discussion with her husband about last nights dinner had been bothering
her ever since. She had
two memories of the dinner and was bothered by the experience. 
   "Good morning, Delenn," greeted Lyta.
   "Lyta. I have a problem," said Delenn. 
   John stuck his head in the door and saw Lyta. His smile disappeared
and was replaced by a
frown. He left without speaking.
   "I have two memories of last night. I think one of them is real, but
I don't know which one."
   "What do you want from me?" asked Lyta.
   "I want to know which one is real. I also think you are responsible."
   "Tell me about them," said Lyta.
   Delenn told her about picking her up at her apartment and that both
of them were excited about
the dinner. She told about meeting Valeck and his being impressed with
Lyta's beauty and her
contributions during the shadow war, the earth civil war and to the
Interstellar Alliance. "You
were a hit with many of the guests. Everything was going very well until
the fight
demonstrations."
   "What went wrong there?" asked Lyta.
   "One of the young men slipped and was dealt a lethal blow to the head
by his older brother."
   "I don't understand what that has to do with me, Delenn?"
   "When the young man fell one of the guests, a physician, examined him
and declared him dead."
Hesitating a moment, she continued, "It was then that everyone in the
house apparently froze
where they were, except you and me."
   Lyta said nothing and waited for Delenn to continue.
   "You said he could be revived and sent me to get a medkit. You
somehow fixed his head wound
and brought him back to life. I saw your hands glow like Lorien's, after
we took out Kosh's
replacement, and he revived John."
   "You want to know which of these is true? Which do you want to be
true?"
   Looking at her friend, Delenn said, "I prefer to believe you saved
the boy."
   "I can't do the same for John. Lorien has forbidden it. We spoke
during the middle of the night.
The hatred and loathing I generated amongst Sheraun's family and clan
and G'Kar and John by
giving them the new memories, is the price I must pay for my
interference."
   Delenn came around her desk and hugged her friend very tightly.
   "You will never be able to speak of this to anyone, Delenn. That is
the price you must pay for
knowing the truth."
    As Delenn released Lyta, her eyes were brimming with tears.
    "We all have crosses we must bear, Delenn. It is not fair, but it is
how things are."
    John had stuck his head back in the doorway just in time to see
Delenn release Lyta.
    "Delenn, I need to see you," he said.
    Lyta smiled at Delenn and left very conscious of the glare she was
receiving from John
Sheridan.
    "How can you be so chummy with her after last night?" asked John.
    "Unfortunately, John, there are things you will never understand,
and Lyta is one of them."
*********************************************************
   Later that same day, Valeck contacted the orbiting war cruiser. He
inquired of the captain what was his ship's status. He was confused when
the captain didn't seem to know what he was talking
about in response to questions about the previous night. He learned that
nothing had occurred
during the evening or night. 
   Feeling a bit foolish, he decided to drop his inquiry. He wondered
what Sheraun would make of
Lyta when he learned of the happenings at last night's dinner. He
entertained the foolish thought
that it had been his imagination for a moment, and then let it pass.

End part D

From: "Aubrey W. Adkins" <xazqrten@norfolk.infi.net>
Subject: Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar Part E1 of G
Date: Thu, 01 Apr 1999 15:21:15 -0500

Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar Part E1 of G
There three parts to E.
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   Lyta used some of the funds in her secret telepath account to outfit
a small research laboratory.
She was beginning to access memories of Vorlon technology that would
allow her to subtlety
introduce new items into the IA via minbari companies, which were really
fronts that could keep
the money flowing into her war chest.
   Working with several molecular biologists, she was able to guide
their efforts in developing and
patenting a substance that could be grown and processed into strands
finer than spider's silk and a
hundred times stronger than presently available metals. It could be made
into fabric, which was
lighter weight than normal silks and was essentially bullet proof. After
that she led her teams to
develop a method of growing diamond type crystals that were a hundred
times
finer than talcum powder, she helped them combine it into the new thread
they were
manufacturing. The result was very light weight fabric that could
dissipate the heat energy of
multiple PPG pulses. Her teams also developed an insulating compound
that could be inserted
between layers of the crystal impregnated fabric to add protection from
the heat that was being
dissipated by the outer layer of the garment. The first to reap the
benefits of these developments
were the rangers and firefighters.
   Working with Delenn, Lyta's front companies got their first of many
contracts with the rangers.
After she had demonstrated her new 'cloth', the rangers changed clothing
requirements. Lyta
turned over the operations of the companies to local minbari
businessmen. Clothing was only the
first product to make use of her new  fibers. The diamond type crystals
would have many uses
where heat dissipation and related qualities were required, including
armor.
   During this period Lyta helped G'Kar with his research and did some
telepath work for the local
IA officials.
******************************************************************
  It had been just under seven months since Lyta and G'Kar had arrived
on Minbar.
   G'Kar was ready to leave and Lyta approached him. "Am I still welcome
as a traveling
companion?" she asked.
   "Always, Lyta," responded the Narn. "Is the little one ready to go?"
  Maya was seven months old, but already she was walking quite well.
  "We are ready."
  "We will leave tomorrow morning, Lyta."
 *********************************************************
   A whitestar exited its jump point about a minute before G'Kar's ship
vanished into the local
jump gate.
   On the whitestar's bridge the sensors barely had time to identify
G'Kar's ship before it vanished.
Captain Sheraun who had been in good spirits a moment before, suddenly
looked depressed.
Somehow he knew Lyta wouldn't be there to greet him.
   Onboard G'Kar's ship, G'Kar asked Lyta, "Do you think it was his
ship?"
   "I know, G'Kar, I sensed him just before they jumped to normal space.
He was looking forward
to seeing me," replied Lyta.
   "We can turn back."
   Wistfully she said, "No, G'Kar, that's not necessary. When he learns
of my performance at the
dinner, his interest in me will cease to exist."
   "I don't think so, Lyta."
   "You are a hopeless romantic, G'Kar.
   "One of us has to be."   
   "You don't have to pilot this thing, G'Kar. It'll go where I tell
it."
*******************************************************
"Where are we Lyta?" asked G'Kar.
   "Mm, closest I can come is, we are about a hundred light years from
the nearest IA outpost,"
answered Lyta, While looking down on the very beautiful planet below
them.
   It was the first thing besides hyperspace they had seen, since they
left Minbar. It was slightly
larger than earth, but a lack of heavy metals gave it a gravity almost
exactly that of earth. There
were no indications of advanced civilization. Scans had revealed only
narrow paths similar to
those made by herds of migrating animals. The planet's axis was
perpendicular to its path
around the sun, which gave it a temperate climate over the most of its
surface. It wouldn't have
seasons as such, which made the evidence of migratory paths suspicious.
Lower flights over the
surface had revealed no buildings of any kind. For practical purposes
there was no evidence of
sentient life.  They landed in the middle of one of the narrow areas
that had looked like a
migratory path from the air. It was just that, but whatever used it
wasn't very large. There were
prints of several types of animals, but none were seen from the ground
level. 
   Lyta started a survey following the narrow path at an altitude of
less than two hundred meters
and
never saw anything larger than very small deer type of animals. She
recorded the available data
for future reference and moved the ship back into hyperspace.
   "I thought you said the Vorlons visited this planet, and it had some
sort of civilization?"
inquired G'Kar.
   "I did, but the memories I have indicate that was twenty-five
thousand years ago. I suppose they
could have killed themselves off in some kind of war. Let the explorers
figure it out," retorted
Lyta.
   The next eight planets only revealed one civilization with space
faring technology. Seven had
sentient beings in various stages of civilization, but none were ready
to learn that they were not
alone in the universe.
***********************************************************************
   "Lyta. I am beginning to think that our adventure may be something of
a dud," said G'Kar.
   "Why? Just because everywhere we go is not whiz-bang, with someone
trying to kill you, is no
reason to get depressed," she replied. After all, didn't you want to
study cultures and religions?"
   "Yes." 
***********************************************************************
   Six months out from Minbar, they phased into normal space and found
themselves about five
hundred thousand kilometers from an earthlike planet. Scans revealed a
system of satellites in
orbit. Closer scrutiny of the largest moon revealed the presence of a
station of some kind. This
species might be advanced enough to be approached. It was worth a
careful look.
   "How do you want to do this, G'Kar?" asked Lyta.
   "We get close and monitor their communications and see what they have
for surface
development," answered the Narn.
   They spent the next week in high orbit monitoring the communications
and surface activity on
the planet. 
   On the planet there were many different factions with their own
governments and areas of
political control. It reminded Lyta and G'Kar of the divisions on
Earth.  The various factions had
developed alliances among themselves. There wasn't a central point of
government of political
control. There was a political organization that was loosely organized
that moderated arguments
between members, but had limited enforcement powers.
   G'Kar moved his ship into a lower orbit. At this point electronic
surveillance equipment in
several of the 'countries' detected its presence. Their space programs
were very early in their
development and no one could send anything up to check the intruder out.
   "Have you found anyplace that looks good for a landing,?" G'Kar .
  "I have found what looks to be a large city that houses the of
alliance referred to in their
communications broadcasts. I suppose it is as good a place to start as
any. I am going to try to
make contact with them from up here," replied the Narn. "Have you been
able to get anything
from them telepathically?"
   They had been able to decipher transmissions that were some sort of
audio/video combination
and gotten their first looks at what the natives looked like.
   Feline, was the first impression that Lyta got looking at the natives
in the audio/video
transmissions. Graceful and beautiful was her second impression. Some of
the audio/video
presentations had reminded her of an earth ballet. The computers were
working on identifying
references for language translation.  Lyta had easily been able to
isolate single minds in the
population below, but lacking audible and visual references rendered her
efforts at learning the
languages she encountered difficult. Like earth, there were many
different languages and dialects
within these languages. While her Vorlon enhanced mind was the equal of
any computer, even she
had to have references.
***********************************************************************
   The young Ursing radar  operator had passed the alarm the instant the
object had appeared on
his screen. The computer because of its altitude did not recognize it.
Nothing , but a satellite,
should have been where the object was. His superior ordered all
targeting radars to track the
object. Unlike the general search radar that had first detected the
object, the targeting radars and
their computers, old as they were, could track the object and determine
its course, altitude and
speed, even though it was far outside any weapons range. As G'Kar's ship
passed overhead in
each country, the scene in the first one was repeated many times. Most
of the weapons systems on
the planet that could, were targeting him.
***********************************************************************
   "I don't think the natives are friendly," said G'Kar.
   "We are an unknown, therefore, we are something to be feared,"
replied Lyta. "Their reaction is
normal."
   "Have you had any luck getting a response from anyone down there?"
   "G'Kar, you will be the second one to know when I do."
   "Are you ready to play target?"
   "No, but we will have to land sooner or later, regardless."
   "Here we go, Lyta."
***********************************************************************
   G'Kar dropped toward the planet until they were fifty kilometers from
the surface. In the
various capitols this move caused minor panics. They were still far
beyond weapons range and no
one was answering their calls. In the capitols of the largest and most
powerful nations, the phones
were ringing off their hooks as leader after leader tried to find
assurances that the ship wasn't a
secret weapon of one of their competitors. In every country that had
them interceptor aircraft
were being scrambled to meet the threat.
***********************************************************************
   Watching the aircraft on the scanners, Lyta remarked, "I think we
have their attention."
   "I'd settle for a response to our communications efforts," replied
G'Kar.
   "They shouldn't be able to hurt us," commented Lyta.
   "Oh? And why not?" asked G'Kar.
   "While you were doing research on Minbar, I had the ship outfitted
with new armor. We have
two centimeters of armor made from that material my company developed,
with ten
centimeters of my new insulation between it and our main hull. The
computers and weapons were
upgraded too. I forgot to tell you about it," answered Lyta.
   G'Kar turned and gave her a strange look.
   "Get over it, G'Kar. We may not be able to take out a destroyer, but
any raiders, dumb enough
to attack us, are in for a rude surprise."  
   At Lyta's statement, G'Kar dropped further into the atmosphere. At
ten kilometers he leveled off
and reduced speed to five hundred kilometers per standard hour.
   Ship's sensors detected changes in the targeting radars indicating
that lock-on had been
achieved. Aircraft were now approaching on intercept courses. There were
still no responses to
Lyta's attempts to communicate.
   "I am going to try and keep them from damaging us," commented Lyta.
Saying that she closed
her eyes and let her mind expand until she could sense and locate every
aircraft and missile
installation within a three hundred kilometer radius.
   "They are firing missiles at us, G'Kar."
   "I am detecting them on our sensors," replied G'Kar.
   The missiles that were being launched detonated just after clearing
their launchers. Inside the
launch control centers there was chaos. In addition to the destruction
of the SAM's (surface-to-air
missiles), the targeting  and tracking radars became non-operational.
   As the aircraft closed to missile range, Lyta turned her attention to
them. The SAM threat had
been neutralized.
   Several fighters attempted to launch their missiles and found that
their engines had failed.
Without power, their weapons systems were non-functional. As they fell
away toward the ground,
G'Kar piloted his ship toward the city that was apparently the one with
the world alliance, such as
it was. Dropping to less than six hundred meters, G'Kar flew over the
city at less than two
hundred kph. Sighting what appeared to be a large stadium he chose that
as his landing area.
Ten minutes later his ship was on the ground.
   "Well, Lyta, what now?"
   "We wait. Their police and military should be getting here before too
long. Let them get settled
first. I think they will try to contact us. Let me take it from there.
You and Maya stay in the ship."
Thinking for a moment, she continued, "I don't have as good a handle on
the language as I would
like. There are so many of them. I will have to play it by ear."
   "You humans have a saying for every occasion," replied G'Kar.
   "Just part of our versatility, G'Kar," answered Lyta.
   It had been over two hours since they had landed and G'Kar and Lyta
had been watching first
the police and then what was obviously the military set up exclusion
areas and weapons, all
trained on the ship. They had deployed at least a thousand troops around
the stadium grounds.
There was evidence of a public communications system being set up
farther back toward the
stands. It was probably the local version of ISN.  
   A ground vehicle approached the front of the ship and stopped about
30 meters from it. Two
men(?) stepped from it. Using the ship's scanners Lyta took a closer
look and could see the
trappings of an apparently high rank military person. The other was
dressed in what she
guessed was a business suit.
   Opening an outer hatch and lowering a stairway from the lower part of
the ship, Lyta told
G'Kar, "Here goes nothing. Retract the stairs as soon as I step off of
them. Monitor and record
everything that happens."
***********************************************************************
   "What do you think, general?' asked the diplomat.
   "They haven't done anything so far except sit there. It is almost as
if they are waiting for us to
make the first move," replied General Torok. "I am uneasy, but they
could have come in shooting,
so we will see."
   An aide climbed out of the back of the vehicle and set up several
chairs and a table in front of
the vehicle.
   As they watched a stairway was lowered from the bottom of the ship
and a slender being with
hair like fire descended to the ground. It stopped there and carefully
looked around in all
directions in a slow and deliberate fashion. After a few minutes,
apparently at ease with what it
saw, it began to walk toward them in at a leisurely pace. It stopped
when it was about 4 meters
away, apparently waiting for something. It studied the general, the
diplomat and the troops even
more carefully than it had at the bottom of the stairway.
    It held out one of its hands and revealed a small softly glowing 
ball. The general was obviously
apprehensive, while the diplomat was curious.
   "Greetings," a neutral voice said, and the glow of the ball changed
as the words were spoken. 
   They had not seen the being's lips move. "I wish peace with you", it
continued  and then went
back to waiting. 
   The diplomat looking intrigued, asked, "How is it you speak our
language?"
   "Translator device programmed during observation time," responded the
redheaded alien.
   The diplomat wasn't sure he trusted appearances, but he would later
swear the being was
amused by the encounter. It had what appeared to be laughter in its
eyes. He said, "I am
Ambassador Hental. I represent what passes for a planetary government on
Glenthor. That is
what we call our planet."
  Hesitating , Lyta replied,  "I understand. I am Lyta." Then
thoughtfully, "I am...traveling on
quest."
   The diplomat looked at the general, puzzled.
   "You are seeking something? What?" asked the general.
   "Yes. Understanding," replied Lyta through the orb. She was carefully
reading their body
language and correlating what she saw with what they said and what they
were thinking.  The
diplomat was at ease. He was satisfied to let things proceed and see
where they went. The general
on the other hand was very uncomfortable. He was suspicious by nature
and training. It was part
of what he was, a competent military leader. She was disturbed though
because the general had
snipers deployed and they had her head targeted. With a thought she
deceived them into actually
targeting the general and the diplomat. If he gave a signal to fire, he
would dead before his heart
beat again. The rest of the military men deployed around the ship would
swear they had spent the
time at the beach.
   Lyta took a chair and sat down at the small table. From all
appearances she didn't have a care in
the world, which was true.
   The two men looked at one another and also sat down.
   "Lyta, what can we do for you?" asked the diplomat.
   "Supplies, information. We will give information and technology in
return," answered Lyta.
   "You are not alone?" queried the general.
   "Have offspring and traveling companion," she answered. She was
bothered by what she saw in
the general's mind. He was opportunistic and was a power broker and
seeker. It wasn't a good
combination. The diplomat, on the other hand was relieved. The mention
of her offspring caused
him to relax noticeably. In his mind he equated having offspring with
one as being a sign of
non-hostile intentions. The snipers who were targeting the diplomat
shifted their aim to the
general, however, from their point of view their rifles never moved.
   "When do we get to meet them?" asked the general.
   Lyta saw  his intentions in his mind, and replied, "Soon. They are
wanting to smell the plants
and feel the breeze." She sensed the general's intense increase in
anticipation. He could already see
how capturing the ship would raise his standing. Killing her and her
companion and capturing her
young would be so much the better. Having the ambassador get killed at
the same time would be
another plus. He didn't like the man and he was a civilian thorn in the
general's side. If he was to
be killed accidentally, who could blame him.
   Unfortunately for the general and his staff aides, Lyta and company
were not regular,
run-of-the-mill sheep. The snipers were lined up on what they thought
were Lyta, the odd alien
and the ambassador. In fact they were aiming at the general and his two
top aides.
   Three meters behind the general, his aids were whispering to each
other about what was to
come. The general moved his hand in the prearranged gesture and his
senior staff aide spoke into
a
communicating device he was holding in his hand. The word was received
by the snipers and they
began to squeeze the triggers of their weapons. In less than two seconds
from three separate parts
of the stadium, three separate bullets were on their way to the targets. 
   The bullets were very special. They were hypersonic, thin metal,
filled with a very heavy liquid
metal. They would shatter penetrating a skull bone, generating a massive
hydrostatic shock. An
explosion without any explosive. One of them would shatter a skull like
a high explosive
detonated internally, raining skull fragments and liquefied brains over
a five-meter area.
   There was a sickening splat as the heads of the general's aides
vanished in a rain of liquefied
brains and skull bone fragments. The general moved suddenly and the
bullet aimed at his head
whizzed by and tore a 16 centimeter hole in the ground 10 meters beyond
the general's position.
Moving quickly, the general reached the body of his senior aide and
grabbed the communication
device, but before he could speak into it, the sniper had reloaded,
reacquired his target and fired
again. The general's head exploded further showering the diplomat and
Lyta with brain bone
fragments and gore.
   Lyta rendered the snipers unconscious and looked at the ambassador.
   Ambassador Hental was visibly shaken. He looked at the bodies and the
ground vehicle. A
major got out, and talking into a communication device, walked over to
the  ambassador.
   "We have the snipers in custody, sir," said the major, handing a
cloth to Lyta so she could wipe
the blood and gore from her face and clothing.
   Wiping herself, Lyta said, "Ambassador, I need to clean up. Can we
meet here again in about
one standard hour?"
   The ambassador nodded and stepped over to the bodies. He wasn't
squeamish, but it was a
mess, not for the weak of stomach. He realized that the redheaded alien
had addressed him in
perfect Glenthorian, the official diplomatic language, and the orb had
never changed brightness.
He turned to ask it how it had managed that, but it was at the steps
leading into its ship. He also
wondered why the happenings of the last few minutes had no apparent
effect on it. The last
worried him just a little bit.
***********************************************************************
   Lyta drying off after her shower, asked, "What's bothering you
G'Kar?"
   "What happened out there?"
   "They were going to kill you, mommy and the ambassador," said Maya.
   "She is correct, G'Kar. The general and his aides set it up. I just
set them up," replied Lyta. 
   "I suppose they will conduct an investigation?" he asked.
   "They will and they will find out that a coup was averted. They won't
care why the general died.
It will be assumed that one of his co-conspirators had a change of
heart. There is no reason for
them to suspect, I was responsible, or involved," said Lyta.
***********************************************************************
   An hour later a ground car that was obviously meant for VIPs pulled
up under G'Kar's ship.
Two civilian's got out and waited alongside it.
   The stairway was lowered and Lyta went down to meet the men.
    She had already met the ambassador, the other was a stranger, his
aide as she learned.
   She, G'Kar and Maya were to be taken to meet the inner circle of the
presidents council. The
stairway retracted as they got in the vehicle. The trip to the council
chambers only took thirty
minutes. Having an escort cleared away traffic.
   Lyta let G'Kar use the translation orb to explain why they were here
and what they wanted. She
and Maya sat listening, saying nothing. It took a bit of explaining the
relationship between her and
the Narn. The council relaxed after she and Maya were explained. 
   Lyta and G'Kar learned that the general and his co-conspirators had
been suspected for some
time. The fiasco at the stadium had allowed internal security to obtain
the leads necessary to
squelch the coup.  The president expressed regret that it had occurred
during Lyta's meeting with
Ambassador Hental.
***********************************************************************
   The meeting with the president and his council resulted in Lyta,
G'Kar and Maya having a very
pleasant and fruitful stay on Glenthor. They departed promising that the
Interstellar Alliance
would be contacting the president within a short time. Upon reentering
Hyperspace G'Kar
transmitted an encrypted brief of their recent experience. This was
answered by a whitestar
arriving in orbit above Glenthor less than a month later with a
preliminary diplomatic staff on
board. Lyta's contributions to this success was never documented or
acknowledged. Because of this, and due to her own efforts, Lyta's
presence on the planet went unrecorded.
   G'Kar had managed to access some available records, but it had been a
laborious task, due to
the lack of data storage technology. He had also been able to have
access to some religious
leaders and with Lyta as interpreter had managed to get a better idea
about the culture. Using Ambassador Hental as a front, Lyta had also
bought a large farm and got involved in some other business dealings.
These were to bear fruit in massive quantities in the years to come. She
explained to G'Kar that this would be a nice place to settle down.

End of E-1



From: "Aubrey W. Adkins" <xazqrten@norfolk.infi.net>
Subject: Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar Part E2 of G
Date: Thu, 01 Apr 1999 15:22:29 -0500

Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar Part E2 of G
There three parts to E.
     Criticism is welcomed. Without, it there can't be any
improvement. Address criticisms to [xazqrten@norfolk.infi.net]


          All characters/places/persons not belonging to the writer
are the sole properties of their owners, PTEN, WB, JMS, and will be
turned over to the owners at the request of their agents.  All other
characters/places/persons are public domain.

   "Captain, I have something at the extreme edge of our scanners' 
range," said the console
operator.
   "Show me," responded the captain. Just then the captain felt a
presence touch his mind. It was
fleeting, then it was gone, but it had been real.
   Looking at the console screen the captain saw nothing, but his mind
reeled under the assault of
someone or something so powerful it almost caused him to lose
consciousness. Looking at the
operator, the captain's look asked the question.
   "It was there sir. It just vanished," responded the operator.
   "Did you feel that?" asked the captain, as his command chair
communications system started to
chirp rapidly from incoming calls. The console operator nodded. 
   "Navigator, take us to the area where that blip was last seen,"
ordered the captain,
   "Communications, get headquarters on the horn."
******************************************************************************
   "G'Kar? Do you have anything on sensors?" asked Lyta from the back
portion of the ship.
   "No. Why?"
   "I am sensing people. Humans. Telepaths," replied Lyta.
   "Nothing is showing anywhere. Your senses are much more sensitive
than the ship's scanners,"
replied the Narn.
    Concentrating hard, Lyta suddenly said, "It's a ship full of
telepaths. It is Psi Corps and there
are psi cops onboard." She immediately moved their ship from hyperspace
to normal space.
   "That move should lose them," said Lyta. "We are so far away from
anything, I can only sense
us."
   G'Kar moved the ship away from the point where they had exited
hyperspace. If the ship tried to
find them, it would be much harder this way. 
******************************************************************************
   "Captain Fredericks. This had better be important," said the psi cop
on his communications
screen. You could compromise your location.
   The captain recounted his encounter with the ship they had detected,
if that was what it was.
The psi cop was obviously interested. "We will get back to you, shortly.
Follow if possible, but
don't try to intercept."
   "Are we in the area they disappeared from?" he asked the sensor
console operator.
   "Yes sir. As near as we can compute, this is where they were when
they vanished," replied the
operator.
   "Navigator, hold this position until further notice," ordered the
captain, going into his ready
room. A few minutes later his head of intelligence joined him.
   He explained the situation to his friend. "What do you think, Brad?'
he asked.
   "I think we stumbled onto something. It is impossible to determine
what without more
information. One thing is sure. It is important. All we can do is wait,"
replied his friend.
   They were just finishing their second cup of 'coffee' when the
intercom chimed. "Go," said the
captain.
   "Captain, it is headquarters," came the reply.
   "Patch it in here," he answered.
   The face on the communications screen was a different psi cop. "Mr.
Bester. What can I do for
you?" asked Fredericks.
   "I am sorry captain, but you are not to try intercepting the ship you
detected. Send us a copy of
your intercept records and go back to your normal routine. We will
handle any further
investigation," replied Bester.
   "Not to press a point, but why?" asked Fredericks.
   "If you insist. We believe, based on your report, that the ship may
have a rogue named Lyta
Alexander aboard. It isn't public record yet, but she is the leader of
the 'Remember Byron'
Movement. She is wanted, but she is too dangerous to be apprehended in a
normal fashion. She
presents an unacceptable danger to you and your crew," answered Bester.
   "With all due respect, Mr. Bester, we have two squadrons of fighters
aboard this ship. We aren't
exactly helpless," pointed out the captain.
   "You have your orders, Captain Fredericks. Make no mistake, Lyta
Alexander is more dangerous
than you can possibly imagine. Leave this to us. Headquarters out." With
that the link was
severed.
   "I think that was rather succinct, Bill," said his friend. "He didn't
leave any wiggle room for
interpretation."
   "Brad, just who the hell is Lyta Alexander?" asked Fredericks.
   "Pull it up on your monitor, Bill. I will get some files from my off
line computer that aren't part
of the regular Psi Corps database," replied Brad leaving the ready room.
   Ten minutes later Brad returned with a data crystal that he put into
the communication system
read/write unit. Between the two different data sources there was some
interesting information on
Ms. Alexander.
   "For my money, Bill, she is definitely in the  don't mess with
category," said his friend.
"Remember, curiosity killed the cat."
   "I'm not a cat, Brad. I just find it hard to believe any telepath is
so dangerous that he or she can't
be caught or killed," replied Fredericks.
   "Bill, you have your marching orders.  I have heard stories about
Bester. People who cross him
disappear. I think you should leave this alone," said his friend.
   "Your concern is noted, Brad," said Bill.
   Captain Fredericks kept going over all the data he had on the
Alexander woman. It only caused
him to pace his ready room with indecision. He decided to tour the ship
and get it out of his
system. Several hours later after walking at least half the passageways
on the ship and eating a
slow lunch, he couldn't get the Alexander woman and her situation out of
his mind.
   Entering the bridge area, Captain ordered the navigator to jump to
normal space.
  
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   Several hours had passed since they had returned to normal space and
G'Kar was just starting to
feel confident that they were safe, when his scanners detected a jump
point being formed at the
extreme edge of their ranges.
   "Lyta, they didn't give up," said G'Kar.
As Fredericks' ship entered normal space, Lyta became aware of them
again. She was
disappointed. She would have rather avoided a confrontation. It was
apparent that someone
somewhere didn't like her.
   Entering the pilot's cabin, she said, "Show me."
   G'Kar pointed at the edge of the screen. "I am shutting down all our
power. Maybe they will
miss us."
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   With no power to its thrusters, G'Kar's ship began a slow tumble.
Lyta used her telekinesis to
cause the scanning beams of the
mother ship and its fighters deflect away instead of returning to their
source. If the Psi Corps ships
saw anything, it would like a small meteoroid tumbling in space. During
the search several of the
fighters had passed within weapons range of their ship without detecting
it. Less than twenty-four
hours after he began his search, Captain Fredericks, not realizing how
lucky he had been, called it
quits and returned to hyperspace.
   G'Kar and Lyta waited another standard say before continuing on their
way. She was thankful
that their ruse had worked. They learned something while denying the
enemy information.
Hopefully they would not run afoul of another Psi Corps ship. Question
was, what the hell was
Psi Corps doing with something that size hiding in hyperspace and if
they had one, did they have
others? As soon as they reentered hyperspace, G'Kar sent an encrypted
transmission to Minbar.
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Lyta dropped the ship out of hyperspace about four hundred million
kilometers from the solar
system's sun. The monitors immediately picked up transmissions from two
planets located about a
hundred-fifty million kilometers from their sun. One was orbiting
thirty-two million kilometers
farther away than the other.
   They maintained their distance from the planets while monitoring the
broadcasts from them.
   "They don't seem to like each other, Lyta," noted G'Kar.
   "Just what we need, find ourselves in the middle of an interstellar
war," came her reply.
   "Why can't we just leave, mommy?" inquired Maya.
   "She has got a good idea there," replied G'Kar.
   "I want to learn as much about these peoples as I can. We don't have
to become involved.
Besides, G'Kar, where is your spirit of adventure?" asked Lyta. 
   "You and Maya may not be able to be hurt, but I am," he replied.
   "Mommy, why can't we be hurt?" asked Maya.
   "You and I are different, sweetheart. I will explain when you are
older. You wouldn't
understand now," answered her mother.
   They had been monitoring for a month and began to get an idea of what
was transpiring
between the parties involved. It was a simple war for territory, only
between adjacent planets
instead of countries.
   Lyta began moving them closer to the planet's orbits. It wouldn't be
too long before they were
detected. They would send someone to investigate the new intruder.
   Lyta used a short hyperspace hop to put their ship in orbit around
the innermost planet. She
chose an orbit that put her on the opposite side as the largest moon
because it had an installation
on it.
   On the surface of the planet there was chaos in the headquarters of
the planetary defense force.
The sudden appearance of the ship caused an irrational reaction. A small
group of craft were
launched from the moon base. The intent was to intercept them.
   Lyta dropped the ship into the atmosphere, at thirty kilometers above
the surface she leveled the
flight path out and began a close up survey of the surface, while
monitoring the military channels
and public broadcast signals.
   "Do you really think this is a wise course of action," asked G'Kar.
   "Don't know, but it will get the quickest response," replied Lyta.
   "Think they have anything that can reach us?"
   "We will learn shortly. Their military communications traffic went
through the roof when they
first detected us and when I dropped us to where we are now, it went
even higher. They will try
something very shortly, of that I am sure," she replied.
Her statement to G'Kar was supported by the detection of a missile
firing from somewhere
below them on the surface. The missile was approaching at four times the
speed of sound, but
Lyta maintained course and altitude. At one kilometer she destroyed the
missile engine. As the
missile started to tumble it detonated with a twenty-kiloton yield. Due
to their altitude the blast
was minimal and the heat and radiation were deflected by the outer
armor.
   "Lyta, there are more missiles on their way," noted G'Kar.
   As the missiles approached to within one kilometer, Lyta phased the
ship into hyperspace and
back as the missiles reached an altitude several kilometers above their
position. From the ground
tracking stations it appeared that the missiles had passed through the
ship without exploding.
   "Well, we know how high they can shoot," commented Lyta.
   A moment later a very high power weapons laser from a ground site
illuminated the ship, but
was reflected away.
   "These aren't the friendliest people we have ever encountered, Lyta."
   "It doesn't make sense. We are obviously not from their sister planet
and their weapons have
proven ineffective, yet, they continue shooting at us."
   "Lyta, war never has to make sense. If logic prevailed, wars would be
fewer and farther
between."
   "I am going down for a closer look," she said, and the ship dropped
like a broken elevator."
   Lyta leveled off at less than two kilometers and reduced speed to
eleven hundred kilometers per
hour. At that speed the ship was well past a point on the ground before
an observer heard the
sound.
   The military sent up fighter craft to intercept the ship, but the
craft lost power and fell away
before getting within missile range.
   Lyta opened communications trying to get any response. There was
none. Even though she was
monitoring many channels both military and civilian, she detected
nothing that could be
interpreted as communication directed at them. She elected for the
direct approach.
   Flying over the planetary capital, she located the building that
functioned as the center of
government leadership on the planet and set the ship down on a very
large patch of open ground
directly in front of it. She landed with the ship facing the building.
   "Now we wait again, G'Kar."
   "I'll bet these natives aren't as friendly as those on Glenthor."
   "Not with me you won't," replied Lyta.
   It wasn't very long before helicopter type craft were circling
overhead, above them were fixed
wing craft like those that had tried to intercept them earlier.
   Shortly armored vehicles with wicked looking guns mounted on them
arrived, followed by
vehicles that had to be tanks and heavy weapons.
   "I don't like the looks of this Lyta!"
   "You sound worried G'Kar," she replied. "Ever wonder what would
happen if you opened a
jump point at ground level on a planet with an atmosphere?"
   "You wouldn't. Would you?"
   "So far we have done nothing to harm these people, in spite of them
firing nuclear tipped
missiles at us. We have tried to communicate with them and all we get is
attacked. We obviously
are far more advanced than their enemy, so what gives?"
   As Lyta finished talking, the ship rocked under the impact of heavy
weapons.
   "Looks like you would have had a safe bet, G'Kar, even if you had
given odds.
   "Mommy, I am afraid!"
   "Don't worry, sweetheart. Mommy won't let them hurt you," answered
Lyta.
   "How about me. Will you let them hurt me?" asked G'Kar.
   "G'Kar!" said Lyta with a grimaced expression.
   The ship rocked again and again under the impacts of the shells from
the heavy weapons. 
   "Commander! Our fire has had no effect on the ship!" exclaimed the
artillery officer to his
commanding officer.
   "I can see that major. Is the heavy laser in position yet?"
   "Yes sir. It will be ready to fire within two minutes."
   "Good. As soon as you are ready, open fire."
   In the presidential operations center deep below the presidential
office building located three
kilometers from where Lyta had landed, the president was being advised
of the status of events,
even as he watched six different video feeds from the landing site.
   "Who authorized the attack on that ship," asked the president.
   "You weren't available, so the chairman of the joint-chiefs did sir,"
answered his aide.
   "They have just opened fire with the heavy laser, Mr. President.
   Scowling at his aide, "I can see that."
   "So far, Mr. President, none of our weapons has had any effect on the
craft."
   "Doesn't that scare you just a bit, Jerl?"
   "No sir," his aide responded. "It scares me a lot."
      Looking at the video screens, the president, his aide and everyone
else in the command center
watched the powerful laser be reflected into the troops and vehicles to
one side of the ship like it
had been reflected off a large mirror. The results were immediate.
Several vehicles carrying
ammunition exploded and several dozen soldiers died either from direct
exposure to the laser or
as a result of the explosions.
   "Get me the site commander on the horn. If their weapons are as
advanced as their armor, we
could be in a lot of trouble."
   "I think we have seen all we need to see here, G'Kar. Let's go see
what we can learn about the
other planet."
   "You're driving, Lyta."
   "General Thal! Cease fire!" ordered the president. "Did you try to
communicate with that ship,
general?"
   "No sir. We proceeded according to our standard procedure for hostile
unknown vessels, Mr.
President.
   "What did they do that was hostile, general?"
   "Nothing, Mr. President."
   "You opened fire on their ship, even though they did nothing hostile.
You didn't try to
communicate with them? Why?"
   "There wasn't time, Mr. President."
   "I am listening to recorded transmissions from the aliens, general.
They tried to communicate on
most of our frequencies and were ignored. They tried for the last couple
of hours, general and
were ignored," reiterated the president.
   "Mr. President," said his aide, "The fighters are beginning a run on
the ship."
   "General, call off the aerial attack!" exclaimed the president.
   "Sir," said Jerl, "The ship is lifting off."
   "General!" shouted the president, "You are relieved of command,
effectively immediately!"
   On the display screens G'Kar's ship had indeed lifted off and was
hovering at fifty meters from
the ground as the fighter aircraft began firing missiles. Just before
the first missile impacted
G'Kar's ship seemed to fade out of existence.
   "Mr. President," said Jerl. "The ship, it's gone."
   On the screen the president observed two things in order. The ship
vanished and the missiles
that been fired at it began impacting amongst the troops and vehicles
deployed around the landing
site. Hundreds of troops were being killed by friendly fire. The
president was furious.
   "Let's go see what kind of reception we get on the other planet,"
said Lyta, as they entered
hyperspace. 
   "What bothers me the most, G'Kar, is they didn't even try to respond
to our efforts at
communication. They were terrified of our ship. Almost irrationally
afraid."
   "Maybe we will learn why, later," responded G'Kar.
   A few minutes later they reentered normal space in a high orbit over
the planet farthest from the
sun. Lyta began extensive monitoring of available signal transmissions
and what data that could be
derived from scans of the planet's surface.
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   The president convened an emergency staff meeting just after G'Kar's
ship vanished. It had taken
an hour to get the joint-chiefs and the heads of the military
departments assembled. The civilian
cabinet members took a little longer. After all the various parties had
arrived, the president had
edited videos of the events surrounding the arrival and departure of the
alien ship. The alien
transmissions were also played at appropriate times during the video
presentation.
   Looking at the assembled personnel, he demanded, "What is wrong with
this picture, people?"
   There was a long silence from his staff and advisors.
   "Why didn't we respond to their communications attempts?"
   "Well, Mr. President. We have been fooled before by our enemies. They
come in saying they are
coming in piece and then wreak as much destruction as possible before
being destroyed,"
answered the general he had relieved of command.
   "I am aware of that. When was the last time one of them just sat and
absorbed everything we
could throw at them without being damaged?"
   "Never. Sir," replied the general.
   "Really. They maneuvered in a manner our pilots can't even dream of.
I think even a retarded
child would have realized these aliens couldn't have been from Slor.
Their technology is obviously
so advanced over ours, it isn't even funny. All you managed to do
general was get almost a
thousand troops killed by our own fire. You disobeyed a direct order to
cease fire. You will be
court-martialed for gross insubordination leading to slaughter of your
troops."
   "Mr. President," asked his secretary of state, "Do you think there is
any chance these aliens will
return?"
   "I don't know, Kstel, I certainly hope so. It could give us a chance
to end the conflict with Slor.
Maybe their technology, could allow us to communicate more effectively
with Slor, and maybe,
just maybe... Let's hope they come back, and if they do, for God's sake,
don't shoot first."
   The meeting lasted another two hours with protocols being reviewed
and rewritten and plans
for the next time the aliens appeared, if they ever did.
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   "We've been monitoring this world for two weeks now, Lyta," said
G'Kar. "When do propose to
go down and meet them?"
   "I've been studying the languages and reading their thoughts. They
are reptilian and their
viewpoints are bizarre when compared to those of other races we have
encountered,' answered
Lyta.
   "I am reptilian," G'Kar reminded her.
   "That's my point. We are familiar with other reptilian races and
compared to those, this one is
bizarre. When we get down there, you and Maya will stay out of sight in
the ship. I'll do all the
meetings until we know exactly what we are dealing with," she responded.
   "What seems so bizarre, Lyta?"
   "Well, these guys consider any being other being than themselves as
food. You can see where that
might make negotiation difficult. I am betting they want the other
planet to use the natives for a
food supply on the hoof."
   "What do we do if you can't reason with them?"
   "Call in the rangers and quarantine this planet. One whitestar should
be able to do it. Then
construct orbital mines to deny them space flight, but let's see how
things pan out, first."
   "What happens if the IA and rangers refuse to get involved?"
   "I was reengineered for the purpose of annihilating entire races,
specifically the Shadows and their minions, G'Kar. If necessary, this
planet will become one very large graveyard," answered Lyta.  
   Staring at her, G'Kar started down through the atmosphere. What
served as a planetary capital had
been thoroughly scanned and plotted out the first day they had arrived
in orbit. Their attempts to
communicate with the natives were successful and they had landing
instructions and directions. It
appeared that their landing spot was located at a commercial airport.
G'Kar made the landing
without incident. They waited for the local officials to arrive.
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   The officials arrived outside the ship in a ground car and Lyta went
out to meet them.
   The alien was two meters tall and looked similar to a terran
velociraptor. It eyed her hungrily,
but she pretended to not notice.
   "Greetings," said Lyta, while watching the alien's body language and
reading its surface
thoughts. "Whom do I have the pleasure of addressing."
   "I am the assistant to the first minister. I am to accompany you to
meet with him," answered the
man, opening the vehicle door for Lyta.
   The trip took almost an hour. Evidently they had arrived during rush
hour. The building she was
taken to was imposing, only ten stories high, but the architecture was
not quite like anything she
had seen before. Having seen pictures of Narn buildings before the
Centauri bombed the planet
using mass drivers, she thought that G'Kar would appreciate its finer
points.
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   "Ms. Alexander, we would love to make piece with Gohr, but they have
destroyed every ship
we have sent to their planet. We have made overtures using radio
communications, but they
simply won't negotiate with us," said the first minister.
   Lyta was remembering the reception she and G'Kar had received when
she had landed a few
weeks before. She was also scanning the first minister's mind and knew
he was shading the truth
considerably. 
   "How many are in your party?"
   "Just my daughter and my traveling companion. We travel light,"
replied Lyta.
   "Your technology is considerably more advanced than ours. Is there
any way we could obtain
any of it?"
   [Give him credit for being direct and to the point.] "We can't, but
the Interstellar Alliance is set
up to do those type things," she answered.
   "What is the Interstellar Alliance?"
   "It is an alliance made up of hundreds of worlds who have formed a
common commercial
bond."
   "Sounds interesting. We will have to look into it. Is there any
reason we can't look over your
ship?"
   "I can't allow that," replied Lyta.
   "Really. We will have to discuss this. We have you."
   "Are you sure about that?" asked Lyta, eyeing the door. She sensed
security guards on the other
side, so she used her telekinetic abilities to cause the door to merge
with the rest of the wall until
there wasn't any door. 
   The first minister signaled for his guards to arrest Lyta. There was
much banging on the other
side of the former door and the first minister looked at Lyta in
puzzlement. 
   "As I asked, who has who, first minister?" asked Lyta with a big grin
on her face.
   Infuriated at her, the first minister started to move toward her and
found he was frozen in place. He couldn't move.
   "Sit down," commanded Lyta.
   The man complied. He tried to fight it, but his body did what Lyta
commanded.
   Without further hesitation Lyta performed a very deep scan on the
first minister. She learned about the plans for Gohr and the population.
She saw what had been planned for her and Maya and G'Kar. When she
finished the first minister was very compliant with her wishes. He used
his desk intercom and called off the security guards. He then ordered up
a car and escort for him and Lyta.
   Lyta walked over to the former door and began returning it to its
former condition.
   The first minister accompanied Lyta to the car and to G'Kar's ship.
He left her at the bottom of the ship's stairway. Lyta entered the ship
as the first minister and his escort departed.
   "How did it go?" asked G'Kar.
   "I learned what I needed to know. The IA and rangers are going to
have to quarantine this planet. If they don't, I will have to destroy
it. This race will need thousands of years of development before they
are ready to be a part of any kind of interstellar organization,"
replied Lyta. "We need to inform the IA immediately and wait for a
reply."
   G'Kar lifted off and they shifted to hyperspace as they passed
through the upper atmosphere. Upon entering hyperspace Lyta opened a
channel to Delenn at IA headquarters. Using the prearranged codes she
sent the information they had collected about both planets, with
comments about the planet they had just left. All they could now was
wait for a response.
   "G'Kar, let's go back to the first planet. I think I understand their
actions toward us. I would probably have responded much the same way,"
said Lyta.
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   At home in his bed the first minister, having just fell asleep, awoke
screaming. It was the first of what would be horrendous nightmares that
would haunt him every time he went to sleep for the rest of his life. It
was a gift from Lyta, although he would never know that.
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   Their second visit went much differently. It seemed the president
couldn't apologize enough, even though Lyta assured him she understood
why they responded the way they had. She and G'Kar stayed there for a
month. G'Kar got to study their social and religious customs and Lyta
got to meet with political and commercial leaders. G'Kar had already
sent a recommendation that the IA offer the planet membership in the
organization.
   Lyta had explained to Delenn that she wanted any reference to her
expunged from the records of her and G'Kar's efforts.
   The IA, Delenn explained, would quarantine the other planet. A
whitestar with negotiators aboard, using a hyperspace buoy that G'Kar
had placed, arrived as G'Kar and Lyta were preparing to leave. G'Kar
passed records of all that he had learned during their stay to them and
departed the solar system. 
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 CHECK MAYA'S part
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   It had been just over twelve months since G'Kar and Lyta and Maya
departed Minbar and the
time in hyperspace was going slowly. Lyta was piloting the ship and was
way off beacon. G'Kar
wondered where they were going, since they had to be well out of IA
space. If anything
happened to Lyta he was sol. Lyta, meantime, was teaching Maya how to
block scans and how to
scan. G'Kar was the helpful subject of this training. 
   "I appreciate you helping me with Maya's training G'Kar. It will make
it easier for her to fit in
with normals," said Lyta.     
   "It isn't what I expected when I said we would meet something
exciting," replied G'Kar.
"However, it is different."
   Without warning, Lyta dropped the ship into normal space. G'Kar and
Lyta could see flashing
lights. Whatever was causing the lights was still out of the ship's
sensor range, which meant they
must be very distant.
   "It's a firefight, G'Kar. There are humans engaged with someone
else," said Lyta her voice
trailing off as she began concentrating. "Drakh," she said in a very low
voice.
   As quickly as they had entered normal space they reentered
hyperspace. Lyta was all
concentration. She mumbled, "G'Kar. Get to the back of the ship and take
Maya with you. Seal
the pilot's cabin off."
   G'Kar exited the pilot's cabin and sealed the door. He gathered up
Maya from where she was
playing and took her to the center compartment of the ship and sealed
them in.
   "It's okay Maya. Your mommy has some business to deal with," said
G'Kar in his best neutral
voice."
   Maya gave him a look that told him she knew better. He had thought
for a moment that he
could keep anything from her, fat chance.
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End of E-2

From: "Aubrey W. Adkins" <xazqrten@norfolk.infi.net>
Subject: Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar Part E3 of G
Date: Thu, 01 Apr 1999 15:24:46 -0500

Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar Part E3 of G
There three parts to E.
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   Lyta dropped the ship into normal space almost in the middle of the
firefight. Less than ten
seconds later she had what she needed and was back in hyperspace,
hopefully,  before either party
to the  battle realized anything had been there. The next time she
dropped the ship into normal
space the pilot cabin was awash in blinding white light and she was
virtually on top of a Drakh
cruiser. 
   Using the information that she had stripped from the Drakh minds, she
caused the safety
controls on the cruiser's power plant to dissolve and set a massive
reactor overload into progress.
Lyta's ship vanished again barely escaping the explosion that destroyed
the Drakh cruiser. It
happened so quickly, the Drakh never even issued an alarm.
  She had destroyed one of the four attacking Drakh ships. If what she
believed was true,
destroying the mother ships rendered the Drakh fighters useless.
  Two more times Lyta repeated the exercise and twice more Drakh
cruisers were quickly
destroyed. The last time she dropped from hyperspace, the EA ship was
finishing cutting the
remaining cruiser to pieces.
**************************************************************************** 
  Onboard the first of the new EA Warlock class destroyers, EAS ZEUS,
Captain Susan Ivonava
was assessing her tactical situation. She was confronted with four very
large ships that weren't
listed in her ship's data banks. Accompanying the ships were at least
three hundred fighters. She
didn't like this at all. Her ship had the latest technology available to
the EA, but it had never been
tested in real combat. Theoretically it could do wonders, but these
cruiser size ships and their
fighters weren't theoretical. They were very real and very nasty
looking. Susan remembered what
she had done against EA advanced destroyers with an outnumbered
whitestar battle group. She
didn't give herself and her ship a snowball's chance in hell, on a hot
summer day.
   As they closed, it became obvious there would not be any negotiation.
The cruisers and their
fighters were powering up their weapons arrays. She knew all
communications were being
jammed, but she was transmitting anyway, however, she didn't hold much
hope that anyone would
ever receive it. She had only fifty fighters aboard and she launched
them. She knew she was
sending her pilots on a suicide mission, but there was no choice.
   Whoever they were, they meant business and didn't waste any time. As
soon as they came
within range the fighters started firing. The cruisers held back, just
out of firing range.
   While the individual fighters couldn't do much damage alone, they
were attacking in groupings
of two to six at a time. Susan's ship absorbed the punishment without
much damage being done at
first, but she knew that there was a limit as to how much power it could
absorb and how fast its
repair systems could operate. Unfortunately her ship wasn't equipped
with auto-repair systems
like those installed in the whitestars. The groupings of the fighters
also meant that most of them
survived their attack runs.
   The fighter attacks were so fierce that the cruisers moved in closer,
and added their superior
firepower to that of the fighters. Under the added firepower of the
cruisers, the ZEUS was being
rocked to her keel. Damage reports were coming in from all areas of the
ship. While the damage
reported was minor that would change very soon.  Susan's ship had
destroyed at least fifty
fighters, but almost a third of her secondary weapons were disabled and
the fighters were
concentrating on the ship's now unprotected areas. 
   The battering her ship was suffering was getting worse as the
cruisers moved in closer. There
were reports of casualties coming in from all areas of the ship,
including deaths. Two areas had
suffered hull breaches. Some of the attacking  fighters were making
suicide runs on her ship,
causing massive damage to the outer hull areas. 
   Watching the tactical projection on her forward display screens,
Susan  saw what looked like a
ship appear almost in the center of the firefight. She blinked several
times and looked again, but it
wasn't there anymore. At the same she felt an overwhelming sense of 
being scanned. It lasted
only a moment and she passed it off as her overactive imagination. 
   Susan was asking about the status of her fighters, when one of the
cruisers exploded in a
brilliant flash of light and debris.
   "Captain, we didn't hit that ship yet," reported her Ships Weapons'
Officer(SWO).
   Susan noticed that a large number of fighters became uncoordinated
and started flying
erratically when the cruiser was destroyed. 
  "Move us in closer to the nearest cruiser and concentrate all our fire
on it! NOW!" ordered
Susan.
  The ZEUS moving quickly for such a large ship closed on the Drakh
cruiser and concentrated
all its fire on it.
  As her ship maneuvered, Susan saw a second cruiser explode and less
than a minute later the
third was gone. By then, the ZEUS was tearing the remaining cruiser to
shreds. With the
destruction of the last Drakh cruiser the remaining fighters became
inoperative.
  "Damage reports and repair estimates as soon as they can be
submitted," Susan ordered her
engineering officer. "We are hurt pretty badly and it would be best if
we get the hell out of here
before we encounter any of their friends. Get our fighters back aboard,
refueled, rearmed and
relaunched." Amazingly Susan had lost only ten of her fighters. She
thanked whatever gods had
smiled on them.
**************************************************************** 
  In his quarters the telepath, Charles Wayne, Charlie to his friends,
who had been assigned to the
ZEUS was fuming. He was restricted to his quarters and the ship was
getting hell beat out of her.
He realized what it was like to be in a bad situation and totally
helpless. He didn't like it at all. 
***************************************************************** 
  It had begun when he first reported aboard and been introduced to the
captain, one Susan
Ivonava. Possibly the hardest nosed and coldest person he had ever met.
She made Mr. Bester
seem absolutely toasty by comparison. 
   When he had reported aboard Captain Ivonava wasn't available, so the
XO had seen to his cabin
assignment. Unfortunately he had been delayed and barely got onboard
before the ZEUS had
departed on a yearlong operations assignment. He had heard tales about
the captain's hatred of
Psi
Corps and its personnel, but had discounted them as exaggerated stories.
Later, when he met her,
he learned, they were not exaggerations.
   At dinner in the wardroom his second day aboard the ZEUS, Charles met
the famous captain
and immediately regretted it.
   A number of officers and the captain were seated and exchanging small
talk between bites of
food. When Charles walked into the room, the small talk stopped and
silence ensued.
   "Who are you?" Inquired the captain.
   "I am Charles Wayne. I have been assigned to the ship as its resident
telepath for the
deployment," answered Charles.
   "Your psi cop uniform makes that obvious. Did you ask for this
assignment, Mr. Wayne?"
asked Susan in a tone that could cut up granite blocks.
   Her hatred hit him like a brick in the face. Instinctively he knew he
was going to regret this
assignment and Susan didn't disappoint him. He hadn't been expecting
anything like this. Mr.
Bester must really hate him. 
   "No," answered Wayne.
   "Mr. Wayne. When you address me, it will be, yes captain, yes ma'am,
or no captain, no ma'am!
Is that clear?" Snapped Susan.
   Taken aback by the viciousness of her words, Wayne replied, "Yes
ma'am."
   "Mr. Wayne, while you are aboard this ship, you are restricted to
your quarters. You will take
your meals there. You will be allowed two hours a day in the exercise
room under guard. You are
not allowed access to any other areas of this ship. If you wish to send
out communications, they
will go through me before transmission. You will not be allowed to meet
or mix with any of the
crew, and you will refrain from scanning anyone, unless I specifically
authorize it. If you attempt
to scan me or any member of this crew, I will have you dumped out an
airlock. Do you
understand all of what I just said?" snapped Susan.
   "Captain, you can't do that. I have duties to perform," replied
Charles.
   "I have determined you can do your job from your cabin, and don't
ever again tell me what I can
or can't do on my ship. If you do you will spend this entire trip in the
brig. One more word Mr.
Wayne, and you will find yourself in the brig. Nod if you understand
me," She snapped again.
   Charles nodded. 
   "Security send two guards to the wardroom," said Susan into her link.
   When the security men arrived, they were instructed to escort Mr.
Wayne to his cabin and lock
him in.
   All Charles could think of was how to repay Bester for this
assignment. He might as well be in
prison. He wondered what he had done to deserve this. 
******************************************************************
   The ship had probably been to several EA colonies and IA planets, but
he had no way of
knowing. He was totally isolated from the ship and crew except for
getting his meals and
exercise. The captain had made sure that his guards knew what would
happen to them if they
even passed the time of day with him. For him the past year had been
worse than a prison
sentence. Even a prisoner in solitary confinement could occasionally
talk to a guard. He couldn't
even do that.
******************************************************************
   The attack had apparently stopped, and since he was still alive,
Captain Ivonava had apparently
won. He supposed being a virtual prisoner was better than being dead. He
had felt a very
powerful mind touch his during the fight, but it was so brief and light,
he doubted it was more
than his imagination.
******************************************************************   
   Without warning a small civilian ship appeared on Susan's tactical
display.
   "Where hell did that come from?" Susan asked to the bridge crew in
general.
   "It just appeared, Captain," answered her (TAO), Tactical Operations
Officer.
   The ship hailed the ZEUS. 
   "G'Kar? What the hell are you doing here?" asked Ivonava.
   "Hello, Captain," came his pleasant reply. "I see we weren't too
late. The outside of your ship
looks like a fleet used it for target practice. Some of the damage looks
to be very bad. We can
escort you to the nearest EA outpost if you wish."
   Susan almost fell out of her seat from uncontrolled laughter. Tears
were streaming down her
face. "G'Kar," she said trying not to choke on her words, "You have one
hell of a sense of humor.
Do you see those drifting ships out there?"
   "Of course. Who do you think is responsible for most of them," he
replied. "They didn't just
quit."
   Humoring the Narn, "Okay G'Kar. Tell me how you did it?"
   "I didn't do it." Looking off screen, "You have a psi cop on board."
It was a statement, not a
question.
    "How did you know?"
    "I didn't," replied G'Kar.
    "If that ship of yours will fit, why don't you put it into our
hanger bay? I'll buy you dinner," said
Susan.
   In his quarters, Charles again felt the presence of another telepath.
This time it wasn't a light
touch. It was a probe and he put up his defenses. His defenses were
useless, whoever it was
simply went through them like nothing was there. Charles awoke about
thirty minutes later with
no memory of the scan. Looking around he became aware that he wasn't in
his stateroom. He was
in isolation in the brig, wondering how the hell he had gotten there.
***********************************************************
   On the bridge Susan had felt the lightest touch of a another mind. It
was so light she almost
missed it.
   "Security, Get Wayne up her on the double!" exclaimed Susan. "I am
going to space that son of
a bitch."
   "Captain," inquired the TAO, "What has he done?"
   "He tried to scan me."
   "Captain. Mr. Wayne is locked in his quarters almost all the way aft.
I thought a telepath needed
line of sight, for a scan?"
   "Normally, they do, but I can feel a scan, and there isn't another
telepath out here, unless we
have a rogue or undercover agent on board. If we do, when I find him, he
is dead," replied Susan.
****************************************************************
   Fortunately for G'Kar, the attackers had concentrated on the Zeus's
weapons and engines
hoping for a quick kill. The Launch bays and hanger bay were undamaged.
He maneuvered his
ship inside and cut thrusters. A gentle bump told him he was on the
deck.
   On her way to greet G'Kar, Susan met the security guards who were
bringing her the telepath.
They dropped the unconscious telepath at her feet.
   "What did you do to him?" she inquired.
   "Nothing, captain. He was like this when we opened his cabin door,"
replied one of the guards.
   Susan frowned. How could he have attempted to scan her in this state.
If he couldn't, the
alternative worried the hell out of her.
   "Take him to the brig and isolate him," she ordered, then continued
on her way to meet G'Kar.
   G'Kar walked off his ship and greeted Susan.
   "Hello, Captain Ivonava, said G'Kar, grinning broadly. "You had a
nice looking ship before
today. You should learn to take better care of your toys."
   "I do my best, G'Kar," she replied. "What are you doing out here
alone?"
   "I am not alone. I have two traveling companions."
   "Why haven't they debarked?"
   "One of them is wanted by the Earth government as a terrorist,"
answered G'Kar.
   "What about the other one?"
   "She isn't wanted, yet."
   "Who are they?"
   "One is a rogue telepath. The other isn't known to Psi Corps yet."
   "Oh? That may explain some things."
   "Captain, If they come aboard your ship, you will be required to
arrest them."
   From inside the ship, Susan heard a small voice say, "Mommy, you said
I could meet her."
   Sitting inside G'Kar's ship, Lyta debated whether to go meet Ivonava.
They had been on the
same side in two wars, but this was different. Her presence could ruin
Susan's career, if it got
back that she hadn't arrested Lyta when she had the chance. 
   Edgar's Industries via a senator had gotten her released from Babylon
5's brig, but the warrants
were still in effect. During the past year she had steered clear of any
contact with any EA people.
That was at an end.
   "Bring him or her out G'Kar. If you don't, I'll have my security
people do it," said Susan.
   "Captain. That would be a very bad mistake," replied G'Kar in a no
nonsense solemn voice.
   "Why?" asked Susan.
   "Who do you think destroyed those Drakh cruisers?" replied G'Kar.
   Susan was confused. "If that is true, everyone on this ship owes them
their life." Continuing, "I
am damned sure not going to arrest anyone who just pulled my ass out of
the sling."
   Susan looked at the door of G'Kar's ship and saw a very small child.
The little girl looked very
familiar. The flaming red hair reminded her of someone she hadn't seen
since the middle of the
civil war. Looking closely, now, she could see the mother's face in the
daughter.
   Looking at G'Kar, she whispered, "Is it Lyta?"
   G'Kar nodded.
   For Susan that explained everything. Lyta was so powerful she didn't
need line of sight to scan
someone. However, the touch she felt had reminded her of a small feather
landing in your hand.
   "Lyta! I know you are in there!" said an excited Susan.
   The tall redhead appeared in the doorway and took her daughter's
hand. 
   "Susan. This could ruin your career," said Lyta.
   Susan felt a light touch on her mind and looked at Lyta with
surprise.
   "Maya! Don't do that," Lyta admonished her daughter.
   "I almost couldn't feel that, Lyta," said Susan.
   "I am teaching Maya how to use her talents. Since we have been in
space for so long, she only
has me and G'Kar to practice with," responded Lyta. "She has never had
another non-telepath,
to work with. She won't do it again."
    "No harm done. I am very sensitive to scans. She is very good. How
old is she?" asked Susan.
    "Just over a year," responded Lyta. "You have a psi cop on board."
    "Don't worry about him. He is locked up in the brig in solitary
confinement."
    Susan went on to describe Wayne's treatment aboard the ZEUS. Lyta
was appalled, but said
nothing. Susan explained that her belief was the only good psi cop was a
dead one.
   "Maya's father was a former psi cop," said Lyta. "He was also a
leader of the rogue telepath
movement. I inherited that responsibility after his death. Your psi cop
is one of our deep
undercover agents.""
   "How do you know?"
   "I scanned him before we came aboard. That is why he was unconscious
when your men found
him," said Lyta.
   The thought of what she had done began to sink into Susan's mind. She
felt very small standing
in front of Lyta.
   "You will have to continue to treat him as you have for the first
part of your patrol. If you
suddenly change, it will cause people to wonder what is going on. Don't
worry, it is for his
benefit. This patrol and what has happened to him will cement his
position of trust within the
corps."
   Susan nodded agreement.
   Lyta looked at Susan and erased their conversation from the security
team's memory. They
would remember girl talk that never occurred.
   "You do that so easily."
   "I don't like it, but it must be done," replied Lyta.
   Susan noticed that Maya had taken her hand. "I am pleased to meet
you, Maya," said Susan,
picking the youngster up and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Your mommy
and I are friends from
years ago."
   Maya returned the hug and snuggled against Susan's neck.
   "She hasn't had her nap today," said Lyta. "She isn't used to this
much excitement."
   Susan turned and started to walk away carrying the little girl on her
shoulder. "Let's retire to my
mess. We can relax and talk privately."
   ***********************************************************
   In her private mess, Susan had her steward put Maya to sleep on her
bed.
   It was time for lunch, so Susan had them served while they talked.
   "Somehow, Lyta, I never figured you as the mother type," said Susan.
   "Neither did I, Susan. I hadn't had sex for years before Byron came
into my life. I didn't think,
with all the changes the Vorlons made to me, I could get pregnant with
anyone, human or
otherwise. Surprise!" replied Lyta.
   "Do you regret it? After all being a mom puts a crimp in your style."
   "Believe it or not she has adjusted admirably," chimed in G'Kar. 
   "Where was she born," inquired Susan.
   "In the toilet on G'Kar's ship, in space," replied Lyta.
   Wide-eyed, Susan said, "You're kidding."
   "No," said G'Kar, "she isn't. She delivered alone."
   "Lyta. You give "walk on the wild side" a whole new meaning,"
commented Susan. Shifting
subjects, she asked, "Tell me about the telepath conflict?"
    Lyta proceeded to tell both Susan and G'Kar about the impending
telepath war and how she
came to be its leader. 
   An hour later Lyta, Susan and G'Kar were relaxing over real coffee
and Susan was reviewing
the damage reports and casualties lists.
   "I am going to visit my people in sickbay, you are welcome to come,"
said Susan.
   Lyta and G'Kar agreed without hesitation.
   "You may learn even more about Lyta before this is over, Susan,"
commented G'Kar.
   Susan looked questioningly at Lyta, who only shrugged her shoulders
and smiled.
   Susan's crew numbered over a thousand personnel and officers total.
About a fifth of her crew
had been injured and she had lost ten crewmen and an officer to the hull
breaches. She was not
looking forward to the letters to families she was going to have to
write. This was one part of
being a commanding officer that every decent commander dreaded. Parents,
spouses, children,
they would all want explanations, comforting and understanding.
Remembering her feelings when
she learned of her brother's death during the Earth-Minbar war, she at
least had the knowledge
that his death wasn't a wasted life. The same couldn't be said for
today's attack. Then she
wondered if it really made a difference. While the manner of death was
important for the
survivors' closure, the result was the same for the deceased.
******************************************************************
Sickbay was filled with crewmen and officers sporting a variety of
injuries, everything from
broken arms to life threatening injuries. The ship's doctors and their
assists were desperately
trying to separate the injured according to seriousness. It was into
this chaos that Lyta and G'Kar
followed Captain Ivonava. As Susan and G'Kar  stopped to talk to a
doctor, Lyta moved toward
those whose injuries were severe enough to be fatal without immediate
attention. 
   Those with no hope had been moved aside and sedated. It was these
that got Lyta's immediate
attention. She was moving from one to another, slowly. 
    The doctor, Susan's Chief Medical Officer, CMO, noticed her and
said, "I am sorry Captain,
but there is nothing we can do for them. They are too badly injured. We
have sedated them to
relive their pain."
   Susan started to say something to Lyta, but Lyta ignored her and
continued to minister to them.
Susan stepped over to Lyta and put a hand on her left arm. Lyta turned
to face her and Susan
almost jumped back in surprise. Lyta's eyes were brilliant white lights.
She turned back to the
injured crewman and continued whatever it was she had been doing.
Several doctor's and medical
assistants had seen Lyta's eyes and showed fear on their faces, but
immediately went back to work
on the casualties.
   Lyta had apparently finished with the mortally  wounded and walked
over to several bodies that
had been covered with sheets. She moved from one to another and stopped
at one that had just
been brought in. This one had just been pulled from a compartment that
had decompressed to
space without warning after the firefight was over. It was a female and
she had only been dead for
a few minutes. Pulling the sheet back from the corpse, she went to work.
Remembering Lorien's
words, she concentrated with everything she possessed and found an echo
of the dead crewman's
personality and mind. This woman had been killed by exposure to hard
vacuum and intense cold,
but her physical body had not been too badly damaged. She could be
pulled back from the abyss
of death and Lyta proceeded to do just that.
   One of the doctors moved to Lyta's side and demanded, "Just what do
you think you are doing."
   Lyta turned slowly and the doctor, who had just arrived in sickbay,
screamed when she saw
Lyta's eyes.
   Captain Ivonava, G'Kar and the CMO briefing her turned as one to see
what had happened. It
was then that they and everyone else saw what had been a corpse trying
to sit up on its gurney.
   Lyta, with the glow fading from her eyes, turned to Susan and said,
"I am sorry, Susan. I could
only save this one. The others were too badly damaged." Lyta looked like
she had been drained of
everything. She was very pale and looked to be very tired.
   "I need to rest, Susan," Lyta said in a whisper. She was beginning to
buckle at the knees. 
   G'Kar moved quickly and grabbed her before she could collapse. A
medical assistant pushed a
chair toward them and G'Kar lowered Lyta into it. He stood next to her
and held her shoulder.
>From all appearances, Lyta was completely exhausted.
   "Susan," said Lyta in a very weary voice. I need the names of
everyone in this room. I need to
see them before they talk to anyone outside this room." Pausing, then
continuing, "G'Kar, help me
get to that office."
   G'Kar looked at Susan, who nodded consent, then helped Lyta walk
across the sickbay room to
an adjoining office.
   Looking at her CMO, Susan said, "I am sorry, Barbara, but Lyta can't
allow you and your staff
to remember what you've seen here. She is going to remove the memories
and replace them.
After she is finished you will never remember any of this. Quite
possibly, neither will me nor
G'Kar."
   Her CMO looked disappointed, but agreed. "Captain. I would give
almost anything to
remember this. To know what can be," she replied wistfully.
   It only took Lyta a few minutes to replace the memories of what she
had done with new ones.
The new memories were easy to remove. It became more difficult after the
mind transferred
recent memories into the areas that stored permanent memories.
   As they finally left sickbay, Susan asked Lyta, "How many of my
memories do you plan to
trash?" 
   "I might ask the same question," commented G'Kar. He had many
memories of the past year.
He wondered which of them were real or what Lyta had implanted.
   "What are they going to remember Lyta?" asked Susan.
   "They will remember someone yelling to them that they had made a
mistake. One of the bodies
was still alive. It is very simple and close enough to the truth. What
they actually saw will be
remembered as a dream generated by extreme stress," replied Lyta.
    "I have some work to do that can't be put off any longer," said
Susan. "I will send someone to
my mess, who can give you a tour of the ship and get you set up with
quarters. You'll have to find
your own way back to the mess."
    "I have it covered, Susan," Lyta said with humor once more evident
in her tone. "Come on,
G'Kar. I am hungry again and Maya is awake."
   G'Kar was surprised at how easy it had been to adjust to Lyta's
idiosyncrasies. Apparently,
bringing people from the dead generated an appetite. Again, he wondered
how much of this was
her handiwork. It was becoming evident that Lyta was changing,
radically. She was acting more
like a 'first one' everyday. She could be compassionate one moment and
absolutely ruthless the
next. 
   She had destroyed the Drakh warships, and she had done it in a manner
that could be explained
as nothing out of the ordinary. She had pulled the crewman back from
being dead, and it could be
explained as a misdiagnosis. 
  For the first time in their travels, G'Kar began to understand just
how dangerous Lyta could be.
Piss her off and, if she thought about it, you were history. However, he
wasn't anymore afraid of
her than he had been of Kosh, in fact even less afraid.
End of E3

From: "Aubrey W. Adkins" <xazqrten@norfolk.infi.net>
Subject: Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar Part F of G
Date: Thu, 01 Apr 1999 15:26:30 -0500

Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar Part F of G

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After checking on Maya, Lyta and G'Kar were taken in tow by a young
lieutenant from the
supply department. As he had been instructed, Lyta was put into the flag
officer's quarters and
G'Kar in the adjutant's quarters. 
   They were given a tour of most of the ship, only missing areas that
had been damaged and some
engineering spaces and weapons areas that were restricted. At Lyta's
request, the young supply
officer dropped them off at the bridge elevator. 
   Susan wasn't on the bridge when Lyta and G'Kar arrived. She was in
her ready room going over
damage reports with the Damage Control Officer,(DCO). The DCO was
explaining the extent of
the hull breaches and other very serious damage to the outer hull areas.
The Ship's Weapons
Officer, (SWO), was waiting his turn to explain his concerns.
   On the bridge Lyta was asking the Officer of the Deck (OOD) if they
had found any life pods in
the debris. She was informed that they had found three, but had detected
no life signs.
   Susan came on the bridge some time later and found Lyta and G'Kar
there. They were
whispering to one another about something.
   Susan walked over to them and inquired about what was so hush-hush.
Lyta told her they
needed to talk, alone. Leaving G'Kar on the bridge, Lyta and Susan
entered her ready room. The
officers who had been briefing her were gone.
   "I will cut to the chase about two items, Susan. First, G'Kar and I
need to go check out some
life pods your people found amongst the wreckage of the cruiser you
destroyed. Your sensors
don't show any life forms, but I can feel the presence of several Drakh
in them," said Lyta.
   "And what is the second?" asked Susan.
   "That is rather touchy and dangerous to you. It will ruin your life
and your career," replied her
friend.
   Alarmed, but not showing it, Susan asked, "What could ruin my life
and my career?" 
   "Susan, I have known since I uncovered Talia as a Psi Corps plant,
that you were a latent
telepath. That's old news between us. The problem is that you have a psi
cop on board."
   "Lyta. He has been locked up for this entire patrol, and since he is
one of yours, I doubt he
would expose me in any event."
   "I am not talking about him. You have a mole on board, and somehow he
has figured out your
secret. He is dreaming of what his reward is going to be for exposing
and arresting you."
   "Can you rework his memories to remove the information?"
   "No. The amount of reworking will leave large gaps and other traces
that Bester and his people
can find. It would put you and your command under a spotlight and a Psi
Corps microscope."
   "How should I handle it?" asked Susan.
   "You don't. I do," said Lyta.
   "How?"
   "He will commit suicide in his thoroughly locked living quarters with
a ppg that I have provided
for him."
    "I can't allow that, Lyta," Susan stated matter-of-factly.
    "That's why you will not remember any part of this conversation.
When he is found you will be
on the bridge. Besides, you must know by now, I can do, pretty much,
whatever I want."
   Susan was angry at what she had been told, even if it was true.
*****************************************************************  
   "Why do you need to check out the pods Lyta?" Asked Susan.
   "I can detect life signs that your ship's sensors can't," replied her
friend. "If they are there, I
want every shred of information they have. I will bring the bodies back
so they can be examined."
   "I take it, they won't be alive then?"
   "No. It is too dangerous," replied Lyta. 
************************************************************* 
   Lyta and G'Kar were approaching the location of the life pods. For
Lyta the life signs were very
strong now. She was able to reach deep into the sleeping minds to begin
reading their thoughts. It
was nice of them to leave themselves so open to be scanned. She was sure
that if they had known
a telepath of her caliber was in the area, they would have died with
their ship, and considering she
was the only telepath of her caliber, it was an understandable error on
the part of the Drakh. As it
was, they had never expected to be detected. If not for her presence,
they would have succeeded. 
***********************************************************************   
Onboard the ZEUS, locked in his cabin, the psi cop mole was taking a ppg
from the drawer of
his dresser and fitting a power cap into it. Inside his mind, his life
was a disaster. He had betrayed
his assignment. The corps would not be forgiving. Unable to face his
shame he had tears running
down his face. There was only one way to escape the shame and
retribution Bester would heap
upon him. With hands shaking so badly he almost dropped the handgun, he
raised it and pointed it
at the side of his head. For a moment he felt the cold metal on the
flesh of his right ear. Closing
his tear filled eyes he squeezed the trigger, then nothing.
*****************************************************************
   Lyta was busy scanning the sleeping Drakh when she detected the death
of the Psi Corps mole.
She noted it with no feeling whatsoever. 
   She had some luck. One of the Drakh was a senior engineer on his
ship. The others were lower
level non decision-making types. The engineer gave up much information
on Drakh ship types,
power plants and a load of other data. She learned some tactics, Drakh
supply systems, and a little
about upcoming Drakh plans. It had been a worthwhile effort. With the
lifepods and their now
dead cargo in tow, She and G'Kar returned to the ZEUS.
*****************************************************************
   Lyta, Maya and G'Kar shared a table with the officers' in the
wardroom at supper that night. 
   One of the topics of discussion was the suicide of a junior
communications department officer.
It seems that he had been a little odd, but that wasn't new for
communications types, especially
those assigned to the intelligence division.
   "They had to cut the door off the hinges," said one junior officer
from the other end of the table.
   "I understand he didn't leave a note or anything," said another.
   "The guy I know in security said it was a real mess. Fried brains all
over the bulkhead," said a
third.
   "Fellows, is this really good dinner conversation?" asked a
lieutenant, indicating Lyta and Maya.
   "Don't mind us, lieutenant. I have seen far worse, and my daughter
has seen some of those
scenes in my mind," interjected Lyta.
   They others at the table all turned to look at her. All had puzzled
looks on their faces.
   "I am a telepath as is my daughter," said Lyta.
   "You aren't with Psi Corps, are you?" asked another junior ensign.
   "No. We don't see eye-to-eye," replied Lyta.
   "Aren't you afraid of being arrested?" asked another.
   "Captain Ivonava has your psi cop locked up, and I will depart before
we get to an EA outpost.
Susan and I are old friends. We have been through a couple of wars
together," replied Lyta.
   "Didn't you have something to do with the destruction of at least
three of those ships we fought
today," inquired the lieutenant.
   "Not even in your wildest dreams. What do you think I am, anyway?
Being a telepath doesn't
make you God," answered Lyta. "Believe me, I am not God."
   "Could have fooled me," said G'Kar under his breath.
   Lyta shot him a withering look. He cringed waiting for the hammer to
fall, and when it didn't, he
looked to see Lyta laughing.
   "G'Kar is a Narn, and they have a freaky sense of humor," laughed
Lyta.
   The conversation returned to the events of earlier that day. Lyta,
Maya and G'Kar took their
leave and retired to Lyta's cabin.
***********************************************************************
   Lyta was sitting in a chair, her eyes closed and apparently
concentrating on something. G'Kar
was playing a game with Maya. Maya was getting tired and cranky as
toddlers are known to do.
G'Kar helped her undress and ran her bathwater for her. He sat just
outside the head(bathroom)
while Maya played at taking her bath. 
   Realizing what was happening, Lyta opened her eyes and went to help
Maya finish her bath.
   "They haven't been totally truthful, G'Kar. The ship is more badly
damaged than we have been
led to believe," said Lyta.
  "Elaborate," replied G'Kar.
  "One of the hull breaches was in a space that houses power
distribution and control. They took a
hit after the breach that caused a very large power spike. Their jump
engines are badly damaged
as a result. They can't make a hyperspace jump. If the Drakh send more
ships to discover why
these are no longer responding, Susan and her ship are sitting ducks.
The damage is too extensive
to be repaired by ship's force," she answered.
   "What can we do about it?" asked G'Kar.
   "I can get them home, but it will force me to reveal more than I
wanted," answered Lyta,
pausing. "G'Kar, you have helped me more than you will ever know, but
you should know that I
am now realizing some of my talents at their full capacity. Do we really
want them to know what
I  can do?"
   "It's your call, Lyta," answered G'Kar. "You must follow your heart,
whatever the result,
knowing that EA would like to see you dead." Continuing, he asked, "How
are you going to
approach Captain Ivonava about the situation?"
   "Straight ahead with the truth. She will understand that. I hope. She
is asleep now. I will
approach her first thing in the morning. Besides it's time we got some
sleep," she said as she
tucked Maya into bed.
***********************************************************************
   Lyta sensed Ivonava's awakening and knocked on the door of her
cabin(stateroom). Susan's
steward let her in and served her coffee while Ivonava finished her
shower. A few minutes later
Susan appeared looking smart in a fresh uniform.
  "What's on your mind Lyta?" asked Susan.
  "Sometimes being a telepath is a curse. You have to keep your mental
shields up at all times to
prevent overhearing private conversations or hearing very strong
thoughts, worries and fears,"
replied her friend.
  "Give it to me straight up, Lyta."
  "The damage to your ship is much more serious than you know," answered
Lyta.
  Susan's eyes narrowed, "Just what the hell are you talking about?"
  "Your chief engineer and his specialists have reevaluated the damage
to your jump engines and
power distribution systems. Your jump engines are beyond ship's force
repair and the power
distribution systems are unable to supply power to half of the weapons
systems that weren't
actually shot all to hell yesterday," responded Lyta.
   "I haven't seen reports about what you say. Are you scanning my
crew!"
   "Get off the high horse, Susan," responded an irate Lyta. "Your
engineers and weapons
technicians were discussing these things very late last night. They are
scared out of their wits
about what will happen, if more Drakh ships show up, looking for those
we destroyed. Their fear
is so strong I could have sensed them clear across the quadrant."
   Susan sat down at the table and spoke into her link, " Bridge, this
is the captain. Notify the XO
and all department heads I want to see them in my mess in fifteen
minutes, captain out."
   Looking across the table, Susan said, "Why don't you get Maya and
join me for breakfast. I am
sure you should be at this meeting."
***********************************************************************
   Sitting at the captain's table Lyta started the meeting with a
question, "Have you gathered all of
the material you want from the debris field outside?"
  Looking at her, Susan asked, "Why?"
  "As soon as you get finished, I am going to reduce all of the
remaining debris to dust. The Drakh
will never be able to even identify it as the remains of their ships. It
may buy us some badly
needed time," responded Lyta.
   The various department heads and specialty officers from engineering
and weapons gave
Captain Ivonava a very thorough updated briefing about their physical
status. It was even bleaker
than Lyta had indicated. They were alone, badly crippled, barely fifty
percent on weapons
capability, of those still functioning, and communications with anyone
through hyperspace was
out of the question. They couldn't tell anyone about their situation,
nor call for help.
***************************************************************************
   Three hours later Lyta was notified that debris recovery had been
completed and they were
moving away from the area at best speed. Lyta lay down on her bed and
nestled Maya to her side.
   <Maya, I want you to watch what mommy does. It is something you
should learn.>
 Lyta felt Maya's mind touch hers and she began to send her senses
beyond the ship. She found all
the debris down to the smallest pieces and began to concentrate. In the
debris field the pieces
began to break down into particles as fine as talcum powder. Less than
an hour later, there was
nothing to indicate that there had ever been a pitched battle or ships
in the area, except some
scattered energy readings. On the bridge the sensor operators couldn't
believe what was being
shown on their displays. It seemed like the pieces were just ceasing  to
exist.
******************************************************************
   The next evening in the largest recreation room, Susan gave a small
speech to her troops
praising their efforts against the Drakh attack, and held services for
their deceased fellow
crewmembers. Each crewmember was represented by his or her nearest
friend, whom gave a short
eulogy for each of them. The short program was recorded to allow those
on duty to have closure.
***************************************************************** 
  The ZEUS had been moving away from the site of the attack for
forty-eight hours at her best
crippled speed. She was ten million kilometers away when the Drakh ships
jumped into the area of
the attack. This had been the last known position of their missing
ships. They found nothing
except a lot of dust in the area. There were residual energy readings,
but nothing to indicate what
had
happened. Not wishing to waste time the commander ordered them to start
an expanding search
pattern in hopes of finding a trace of where they might have gone.
***************************************************************************
   On the bridge of the ZEUS, Lyta felt the arrival of the Drakh minds
even at this extreme
distance.
   "Susan, we have to get out of here and now is a good time. The Drakh
are here," said Lyta.
   "We can't go very far very fast with the jump engines out of
commission and our fusion engines
at less than half power," replied Captain Ivonava.
  Five minutes later,  "Captain, engineering informed me that our jump
engines are back on line,"
said an excited chief petty officer manning a power plant monitoring
station.
  "Get us the hell out of here, chief!" ordered Ivonava.
  A large jump point opened in front of the ship and in less than a
minute the ship was in
hyperspace.
  Behind the captain's chair G'Kar couldn't believe what he was seeing
on the forward tactical
display. Looking around he saw that Lyta wasn't on the bridge. He saw
the door to the captain's
ready room open and Lyta stood in the doorway with white light fading
from her eyes and color
returning to her cheeks. She looked like warmed over death.
  Walking over to her, he asked, "How did you get those engines back on
line?"
  "I didn't. They are still broken," she replied.
  Under his breath, he asked, "You moved this ship like you move my..."
  She nodded to cut him off.
  Susan looked around for Lyta and saw her being supported by G'Kar and
the frame of the door
to her ready room.
   At the same moment, "Captain, we just lost the jump engines again,"
reported the chief.
   "It's okay, chief. We don't need them to use a jump gate," replied
the captain. "Navigation, set
course for Proxima III, best speed."
   Walking over to Lyta, Susan said, "I want to talk to you alone in
here."
   Wearily Lyta followed Susan back into her ready room. 
   "I am very tired, Susan," said Lyta.
   "Lyta, I want to know just what is going on with you. You appeared
out of nowhere and you
have been wrecking havoc for the past several days!" demanded Susan.
   "You, your ship and crew are out of danger now. I think it is time
for me, Maya and G'Kar to
leave. I have appreciated your hospitality, but I don't have to answer
your questions. You would
not believe the answers anyway," replied Lyta.
   "Why don't you try me?" dared Susan.
   "If you insist, but don't say I didn't warn you." replied Lyta as her
eyes flashed red and changed
to white as she moved from the chair to the center of the room. Her eyes
never left Susan as they
got brighter and brighter until her whole body began to glow white. It
was so brilliant, Susan had
to squint her eyes to keep from being blinded and still the light got
brighter. Susan now had her
eyes screwed shut and her arms over them, but the light was so bright
she could still see it. In
desperation she turned toward the wall and had her back to Lyta and
still the light was so bright it
was blinding her.
   A voice in her head, sounding like God admonished her, "I told you,
you couldn't
understand, that what I have become is beyond your comprehension. I
don't need a ship anymore,
Susan." With that the light vanished and Susan opened her eyes, but all
she could see were spots
everywhere in front of her. Lyta was gone.
   Ivonava returned to the bridge still seeing mostly spots, and
confronted G'Kar.
   "Did you know about her, G'Kar!"
   "No, captain. However, I have suspected for some time," replied the
Narn.
   "Captain, we just had an energy reading that almost fried half our
sensors. It seemed to come
from all over the ship," reported a sensor console operator. "I have it
again, captain. It's gone
now."
   From the ready room door, "Are you looking for me Susan?" asked Lyta.
   Walking over to Lyta, Ivonava motioned her back into the ready room
and said softly, "You
aren't human anymore."
   Inside the ready room, "I am as human as you are, Susan. I have a
human daughter, and I have a
minbari warrior caste, whitestar captain who wants to marry me."
   "Last time I checked a human couldn't almost fry my ships sensors.
What are you, Lyta?" asked
Susan.
   "I am a Vorlon doomsday weapon. I was reengineered to destroy the
Shadows and their
minions. I am more dangerous than you can possibly imagine," replied
Lyta. 
   "You pulled us out of a bad jam and everyone on this ship owes you
their life," replied Susan.
"How do I repay you?"
   "Forget it. I only did what I thought was necessary," replied Lyta.
   "Now I have to figure out how to make the logs believable. It's going
to be a ball buster," said
Susan. "I can't hide the fact that you have been aboard my ship. Do you
have any suggestions
about how I can account for not arresting you?"
   "Tell them you tried and failed. After my performance on Babylon 5,
they will believe you,"
answered Lyta.
   "Isn't there anything else I can do?"
   "Just to be on the safe side, I will remain onboard until we arrive
at the Proxima III jump
gate. I will leave before you exit hyperspace, because some idiot,
trying to capture me, could get
somebody  hurt and I can't allow that," replied Lyta. "I would be
honored if you would think of
me as a friend in the future, in spite of what I am."
******************************************************************************
   "Hello, Susotchka. Aren't you going to speak to your mother?" asked
the woman standing front
of Susan.
   It couldn't be, but it was. Susan's mother was addressing her, but
she was dead. This had to be a
dream, but it was so real. She could smell her mother's perfume, very
light on the breeze. Anyone
looking at Susan's face would have seen tears running down her cheeks.
   "I came to help you with your troubles," said the image of her
mother.
  Susan forced herself to reach out to the image and the image took her
offered hand. It was warm
and solid to Susan's touch. Her mind was having trouble handling the
situation. She had never had
a dream  as real as this one. Her mother led her to a blanket that was
laying on the ground with a
picnic lunch spread out upon it. They sat down and Susan took an offered
sandwich. It tasted so
good. Susan had only vague memories of the last picnic her mother had
taken her and her brother
on. She had been very young and the place as she remembered it had been
just like this, but
somehow different.
   "I know this is difficult for you, but you must let me help you. You
are in danger from the Psi
Corps. I can help you escape their inquisitions," said her mother in a
soothing tone.
   Everything about this situation was causing Susan to relax and
talking to her mother also caused
her mental barriers to go down. However, she wasn't aware of the latter.
She talked about what
had happened to her in the last week or so and her mother listened
attentively. 
   After what seemed like forever Susan realized she had been talking
her head off and her mother
had just listened without interrupting her. She noticed that they had
made short work of the
picnic.
   She lay her head in her mother's lap and closed he eyes as her mother
began to tell her how she
would help her.
   Susan sat up with a start. She was in her bed in her cabin on the EAS
ZEUS. It had been a
dream, only a dream. It was a dream she would never forget. It had been
so real, she could still
taste the picnic lunch and smell her mother's perfume. She realized she
was famished, and it was
still two hours until she would normally awaken. For the first time in
years, Susan found herself
looking in the fridge trying to find a snack. While she had her head
buried in the cooler section,
her doorbell rang.
   She wondered who would have the balls to ring her doorbell in the wee
hours of the morning,
instead of using the comm. link. Only one person on board would have the
nerve to do it. Lyta.
   Susan opened the door and Lyta walked in, dressed in a bathrobe.
   "I thought we should talk, Susan," said Lyta looking at the bread in
Susan's hand. "I could use a
snack," she continued.
   Susan just stood and stared for almost a full minute, then motioned
with the hand holding the
bread toward her pantry. Lyta followed. Susan made sandwiches for both
of them.
   "It is supposed to be ham, but I wouldn't check too closely," said
Susan, returning to her front
room and taking a seat on the couch. She wondered what the crew would
think to see her in a
bathrobe, sitting on a couch with juice in one hand and a ham sandwich
in the other at 0300 in the
morning. Not exactly the image of their feared captain, they might
expect.
   Washing down a bite of sandwich, Lyta said, "We need to discuss how
you are going to handle
the psi cops that will be all over this ship as soon as you get to
Proxima III."
   "I am going to just let them interview the crew and conduct their
investigation. I and my crew
haven't done anything wrong. The memories of you being here aren't going
to help them very
much, and after Babylon 5, no normal can be held responsible for not
being able to arrest you,"
replied Susan. After thinking for a minute, she continued, "You aren't
here just for sandwiches
and juice. Let me guess. It's time to erase my memories, isn't it?"
   "That won't be necessary.  They won't be able to get anything from
you. Your blocks will be
more than adequate.  You are very strong, Susan," replied Lyta.
   "How did you know I would be awake at this time of night?" asked
Susan.
   "Just a wild guess?" answered Lyta.
   "That was you in my dream, wasn't it," inquired Susan.
   "I don't know what you are talking about."
   "I had a very vivid dream about my mother. She said she could help
me. It was you in my mind,
Lyta. You were in my mind and I didn't even know it," said Susan
testily. "Just what were you
hoping to accomplish?"
   "I wasn't hoping anything. You have a very strong mind. I helped you
block parts of your mind,
so I wouldn't have to remove any of your memories. You are the only
person in this ship's
crew, who knows exactly what has happened over the last week or so. If
you don't think it was
worth it, I can remove your blocks and erase your memories like I did
everyone else. You are
entitled to that choice," answered Lyta. "You picked the image of your
mother for the dream, not
I."
   Susan now remembered about the psi cop mole. She looked at Lyta. "You
can be ruthless," she
commented."
   "You would prefer he be able to expose you? I gave him what he
desired, a reward for what he
planned to do to you. It just wasn't what he expected. I looked into his
mind. You wouldn't have
been the first latent telepath he had destroyed. He enjoyed it. Don't
shed any tears for him.
Besides, he committed suicide."
   "I know," said Susan, checking her watch. "We will be arriving at the
jump gate for Proxima III
in about five hours. I am going to regret seeing you go. You have been
everything anyone could
want in a friend and then some."
   "I am just doing what I think is right," replied Lyta. "Another
sandwich would be appreciated."
   Heading for the pantry, Susan said, "That goes for me too."
   Standing in the pantry making more sandwiches was Susan's steward.
   "Mary, what are you doing up?" asked Susan.
   "I heard noises, captain. I just wanted to make sure everything was
alright," answered her
steward.
   Putting her arm around Mary, Susan said, "She takes care of me like a
second mother."
   Lyta smiled. 
   Twenty minutes later Lyta took her leave and Ivonava went back to bed
for the remaining hour
or so left of the night.
   The feeling of warmth was comforting and all encompassing. The love
and affection was
infusing
itself throughout her being. It felt so wonderful. <Mommy!> called the
very small child, and felt
the warmth get even more intense. The little girl had never understood
the intense feelings she
experienced while feeding at her mothers breast. In the past they had
frightened her and she had
tried her best to escape them. Now they weren't frightening anymore. She
wanted them with all
her heart. The feelings of pleasure were almost too much to for her mind
to hold, but she wanted
more. 
   Breathing harder than she had ever breathed before, and with her
heart racing at almost triple its
normal rate, Susan Ivonava jerked upright in her bed with sweat pouring
off her like shower
water. It took many minutes for her mind to grasp her reality and her
heart rate to return to
normal. She realized for the first time in her life that what she had
experienced with her mother
was for a child the ultimate in parental love and concern. The mind
touches she had felt from her
mother weren't intrusions. It was her mother giving her love in a direct
manner. Her young
mind hadn't understood and her mother was untrained in handling the
situation. Why, now of all
times, did she understand this? Lyta, damn her. She just wouldn't quit.
Susan was furious that
Lyta would invade her mind like that. The frightening part was that she
hadn't been aware of
Lyta's presence. In the past she had always known when another telepath
touched her mind. She
wanted to do something, say something, but what? Lyta wasn't some
run-of-the-mill telepath. She
couldn't prove that what she had experienced hadn't just been her own
overactive imagination,
fueled by the tremendous stress of the last week or so, and Lyta would
smile that damn smile of
hers and deny everything.
****************************************************************************
   At her breakfast table, Susan thanked Mary for getting up during the
night to check on her.
   "Captain, I never got up last night. I never awoke at all," replied
Mary.
   Had it all been just a dream? Was Lyta ever in her quarters? [I
definitely have to see the doctor,]
thought Susan to herself.
  
****************************************************************************
   "Okay G'Kar, take us out," said Lyta as the ship lifted from the deck
of the hanger bay. 
   A few minutes later G'Kar's ship was moving away from the EAS ZEUS as
the destroyer keyed
the jumpgate's exit sequence. As Lyta had predicted there were shuttles
waiting to land in the
ZEUS's  hanger bay.

End part F

From: "Aubrey W. Adkins" <xazqrten@norfolk.infi.net>
Subject: Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar Part G of G
Date: Thu, 01 Apr 1999 15:28:19 -0500

Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar Part G of G

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   "Captain, we are being hailed," said the communications console
operator.
   "Put them on, ensign," replied Ivonava.
   "Captain Ivonava, request permission to come aboard?" asked General
Leftcourt.
   "Permission granted general. I will meet you in the hanger bay,"
replied Ivonava.
   "Captain. There is a Psi Corps shuttle requesting permission to dock
with us."
   "Tell them to follow General Leftcourt's shuttle in," replied Susan.
****************************************************************
   Aboard General Leftcourt's shuttle. "Pilot, take us around the ship.
I want to see the damage,"
ordered the general. 
   The general and his staff all were looking closely at the Zeus during
the flyby on both sides and
the top and bottom. There were low whistles at the extent of the damage.
Some wondered how it
survived. General Leftcourt found it hard to believe the ship could
sustain so much damage and
survive. It spoke well for the new armor she had. A regular destroyer
would have been so much
wreckage under the same circumstances. The Psi Corps shuttle followed
Leftcourt's shuttle on its
inspection run.
*****************************************************************************
   "Greetings Susan. It is good to see you again, all things
considered," said Leftcourt giving
Susan's hand a very firm warm shake.
   "It is by dumb luck that we are here general," replied Susan.
   "Captain Ivonava, where is my representative," asked Alfred Bester.
   "In the brig, Mr. Bester," answered Susan. "Ensign, escort Mr. Bester
to the brig, so he can
meet with Mr. Wayne."
   "Captain Ivonava. Why is he in the brig?" asked Bester.
   "I put him there," answered Ivonava. "It keeps him out of my way and
out of trouble."
   Scowling Bester followed the ensign away from the hanger deck.
   "You really don't like telepaths, do you?" said Leftcourt.
   "I don't like Psi Corps or anyone who is part of it, general. I have
never made a secret of my
feelings. I was forced to take a psi cop on board when I started this
patrol. They could have
assigned a P-5 commercial telepath to the job," responded Susan.
   "I am not here to ask how you keep your telepaths in line. I and my
staff want to see your logs.
These Drakh you mentioned in your latest reports appear to be something
we badly need to get a
handle on," replied Leftcourt.
   The general's staff spent the remainder of the day doing preliminary
analysis of the ships logs. It
didn't take a weapons expert to determine that the Zeus had been badly
over matched in the
battle. Three hundred fighters with firepower almost equal to the IA
whitestars, four cruisers any
of which was almost a match for the Zeus gun for gun and fighters that
didn't hesitate to make
kamikaze runs. Several of the hull breaches were made in that manner.
   "Susan, you didn't fight your way out of this situation, did you?"
asked Leftcourt.
   "No sir. We had help. Without it, we would have been destroyed,"
answered Ivonava.
   "Captain, why did you not arrest and detain Lyta Alexander?" inquired
Bester.
   "Mr. Bester. ,If you are so hot to get your hands on her, I will
arrange for a ship to take you to
her," retorted Susan. "I might ask, why didn't you arrest her on Babylon
5 when you had the
opportunity when Byron was killed? She was a rogue then."
   "That has no bearing on this situation," he replied.
   "The hell it doesn't. Maybe you weren't watching those logs being
played back. I suggest you
do," she shot back. "Lyta destroyed three of those cruisers and saved
our asses. If you want to go
up against her, be my guest. Just don't try to do it on my ship."
   "Susan," asked Leftcourt, "How did she accomplish that?"
   "General, she is a very powerful telekinetic. She just destroyed the
safeties on their powerplants
and sent them into runaway overload," replied Susan.
   "You could have tried to sedate her," insisted Bester.
   "Mr. Bester, you might have a better chance of sedating God. You
obviously have no idea what
you are talking about," replied Susan. "Besides, if you are going to
investigate what actually
happened here over the last two weeks, you should get started. You can
use my ready room to
conduct your interviews. Let Ensign Walker know what you need for
support. He will coordinate
quarters for you and your staff."
   "Very well captain," responded Bester. "Are sure you don't want us to
use the brig?"
   Susan appeared to be giving that statement serious thought.
   "I will take it under advisement for the time being Mr. Bester."
replied the captain.
   "You really don't like him do you?" asked Leftcourt.
   Leaning over close to Leftcourt's ear, Susan said, "Let me tell you a
little story about him and
me, general."
   Two minutes later the general was looking at Susan with wide eyes of
astonishment. "That
surely answers that question, once and for all," said Leftcourt.
   Susan just gave him a smug smile.
**************************************************************************
   The interviews by Bester and company took almost three weeks and in
the end he was satisfied
he had all there was worth getting, including excerpts from the ship's
logs. He managed to get
Wayne moved back to his quarters, but Ivonava would not remove the
restriction to quarters
order.
   As Lyta had prophesied, it cemented Wayne's position with Bester.
Much later it would be the
thing that kept Wayne alive during the last phase of the impending
telepath war.   
***************************************************************************
It would be months before the final results of the inquiry into the Zeus
incident were arrived at
and most of it would never be made public, but Captain Ivonava would be
found faultless in her
handling of the situation and its results. Lyta's part in it would never
be known except in a few
highly placed offices and the upper echelons of Psi Corps. She would be
tagged "Rogue:
extremely dangerous; observe, but under NO circumstances, attempt to
apprehend".
**********************************************************************
   "She is really that dangerous, Al?" asked the director.
   "Sir, you saw the log excerpts and the data crystals from Babylon 5.
Would you want to try to
take her down?" answered Bester.
   "Are you nuts!" replied the director.
It was now a year and a half since Lyta and G'Kar had left Minbar. They
were in low orbit over
Mars awaiting final clearance and landing instructions.
   "Lyta, while you conduct your business here, I am going to go to
earth. I want to do some
research on earth religions and customs," said G'Kar.
   "Take as long as you want G'Kar. I am here for business with Michael
Garibaldi, and it will
likely take quite some time. After all, I have a war to win," replied
Lyta. 
   G'Kar gave Lyta a look that said, "Not that." 
   "Don't worry G'Kar. I don't intend to harm anyone. I just want Psi
Corps gone and the people
Michael has gathered and trained are going to make that happen. We are
going to shine a light on
the festering load of pus that Psi Corps has become," said Lyta.
   Maya was two years old now and talking as well as most six-year olds.
"Mommy, what is
war?"
   "I will explain later after you meet Mr. Garibaldi, sweetheart,"
replied Lyta.
******************************************************************************
    G'Kar landed long enough to let Lyta and Maya off, and to refuel
before continuing on to earth. 
   Lyta and Maya passed through immigration and customs without
incident. They, however, did
not go unnoticed. A psi cop assigned to the spaceport watched as they
cleared customs and
immediately went to a nearby public communications terminal and reported
the arrival to Psi
Corps headquarters on Mars. In spite of Mars' recognition as a free
planet, the corps still
maintained their facilities there. The psi cop was told to monitor her,
but not to approach her.
Officially she was a rogue, but too dangerous for apprehension by normal
means. What means to
be used weren't outlined.
   <Are you having any problem keeping out the thoughts of all these
people, honey?> asked Lyta.
   <No, mommy. I can't hear them,> replied Maya. <It is busy here.>
   <Let me know when you want to ride,> said Lyta, pushing the folded
stroller in front of her.
   The psi cop was following less than six meters behind them. He was
amazed that there was
absolutely no thought leakage from either of them. He wondered about the
little girl, since she
wasn't identified as a telepath.
   Just ahead of him he observed a very large man almost trip over
Lyta's daughter. Looking at
Lyta and Maya the man became very abusive and drew back to hit either
Lyta or her daughter.
The man swung his fist, but it never landed. He doubled over apparently
in intense pain and lay
writhing silently on the concourse. Lyta looked at him like he was a
piece of excrement, took
Maya's hand, stepped over the man, and proceeded down the concourse.
Medical examination
would reveal no apparent damage to the man.
   The psi cop stopped a moment to check the fellow out, but a crowd was
gathering, so he
hurried after Lyta and Maya. Lyta had put Maya into the stroller and was
walking much faster as
a result. 
   The psi cop had gone about ten meters away from the man before he
realized he could not read
any feelings of pain from him. As a matter of fact he wasn't getting any
thoughts from the people
around him. Someone was completely jamming him. He remembered the
advisory that normal
means would not work on this woman and began to  understand why. Even a
high P-12 couldn't
blank an area like this. That she could do this and still carry on a
telepathic conversation with
someone was unknown to him or any of his superiors.
   As Lyta approached the ticketing counter to get tickets and other
information about Garibaldi's
location, a man in his early thirties stepped up to her and introduced
himself.
   "Pardon me, ma'am. My name is Max Kelly. If you are Lyta Alexander, I
was sent to bring you
to Mr. Garibaldi," said Max by way of introductions.
   Lyta sensed that he was genuine, and accepted his hospitality. Behind
her the psi cop made a
few mental notes and gave up following when he saw her escorted to a
private tube car. Lyta
noted the psi cops departure and smiled to herself.
   "Have you known Mr. Garibaldi very long, Ms. Alexander?"
   "Michael and I are sort of old friends," replied Lyta.
   Max looked doubtful. "I didn't know Mr. Garibaldi had any friends
that are telepaths."
   "I am an exception, Max. It's a long story. Ask Michael sometime."
   The trip from the spaceport had taken almost forty-five minutes. As
she departed the tube car
Lyta noticed the sign, "Welcome to Edgar Industries, Inc. Corporate
Headquarters Mars
Division". Inside the lobby Max expedited Lyta's getting an ID badge and
led her to the elevators.
In less than five minutes, Max ushered Lyta into Garibaldi's office.
  Looking around her, Lyta took in the expensive furnishings, large
desk, leather couch and six
leather chairs spaced around the office. 
   "Nice digs Michael," said Lyta turning to focus on the balding man
behind the desk. "Thanks for
sending Max to meet me. It made things easier."
   "Comes with the job, Lyta, and it was my pleasure. G'Kar gave me a
heads up when you were in
orbit awaiting clearance," Michael responded, coming around the desk.
Without hesitation he put
his arms around Lyta and hugged her like a bear.
   "Are you okay?" she asked stepping back from his embrace.
   "Better than ever, Lyta. If things got any better, it would be
illegal."
   "You got a handle on the alcoholism. I am pleased."
   "Have a seat," he said noticing the stroller and toddler. "I didn't
know you had a kid."
   "She was born in space aboard G'Kar's ship. I suppose that makes her
a person without a planet.
Sort of 'human-at-large'. Delenn didn't like that. Her birth is recorded
as having occurred on a
whitestar, so she is registered as a natural born citizen of Minbar."
   Michael smiled. "You aren't here for a social call. You want to know
if I have fulfilled my part
of our bargain? I think you will be very pleased with my efforts."
   "That's what I want to discuss. I've changed my mind about how I want
to do this."
   Still smiling, Michael said, "John told me what you said to him. We
have done what you
wanted. Our people, mine and yours, have been doing a job on Psi Corps
in the media. You may
not know since you and G'Kar have been planet hopping in areas outside
IA influence. Your
people are wanting to meet with you and discuss future operations."
   Lyta nodded in agreement. "You set up the meeting. Just tell me when
and where."
   "If what I've done meets with your approval, I expect you to keep
your end of our bargain?"
   "I can't do that, Michael."
   "Why not?"
   "I removed the Asimov block the first time we talked in my cell on
Babylon 5," replied Lyta. "I
did it as insurance against something happening to me. It would allow
you to destroy Bester and
Psi Corps."
   "You mean, I could have trashed that little bastard anytime during
the last two years?"
   Lyta nodded. "I always keep my promises, Michael."
   "Am I being presumptuous by having my people make arrangements for
your housing while
you're here?"
   "Not at all. I appreciate the gesture. You keep this up and I will
start to feel like someone
important."
   "I hate to disappoint you, but it is already too late for that,"
replied Michael with humor.
**************************************************************************
  Two days after arriving on Mars, Lyta sat down  for her first meeting
with Garibaldi and the
local leaders of the anti-Psi Corps movement. Standing at her position
at the table, Lyta began
addressing her fellow conspirators.
   "I don't know any of you by name, yet. I am Lyta Alexander. During
the past two years, you 
have been working with one another and Mr. Garibaldi to harass Psi
Corps. Up until now, my
contribution has been in the form of money. You have been down in the
trenches, so to speak. It's
time that I took a more active part in the operations, here and on
earth. I can gain access to Psi
Corps facilities that you cannot and obtain passwords and codes for
every sensitive computer
system the corps uses or has access to. It is time we stepped up our
campaign. You each have
your responsibilities. Nothing will change about them, except I will be
working closely with your
computer gurus. Any questions?" asked Lyta.
  Hands went up all around the table.
******************************************************************************
   "Good evening, Mr. Menlow. It's so nice to meet you," said Lyta
Alexander to the director of
Psi Corps intelligence on Mars.
   Mr. Menlow was stunned at her presence. His office was in the most
secure part of the building,
ten floors below the ground. He was facing a stunning redheaded female.
It took him almost a
minute to realize who she was, then he lapsed into complete disbelief.
   "How did you get here?" he demanded.
   "I took the elevator, of course," she replied.
   "What do you want?" he asked.
   "Information, what else. After all, that is what you do, isn't it?"
she asked in return.
   Menlow's mind was racing. She was here and that was a fact. She was
apparently alone. She
had to pass through at least eight identification checkpoints to get
here, yet, no alarm had been
raised. That should have been impossible. He pushed a button under his
desk to summon help.
The Alexander woman smiled at him.
   "You can push that button until you get blisters on all your fingers,
but no one will hear any
alarm," commented Lyta.
   "What have you done to the staff in this section of the building? He
demanded.
   "Nothing, actually," she replied. "They think you told them you
didn't want to be disturbed
under any circumstances for the next two hours. They were so
cooperative, I wouldn't dream of
harming any of them."
   "Glaring at her, "what makes you think I will just roll over and do
your bidding?" he asked.
   "Nothing. You will volunteer everything I want, and the best part is 
you won't remember
anything about it.
   An hour later Lyta left Menlow's office with all the passwords and
codes a computer hacker
could wish for to raid the intelligence files at Mars Psi Corps
headquarters. Menlow would wake
up from a nap and remember nothing about her presence. He would even
change the passwords
and codes over the next year, if the corps lasted that long, with the
ones she had implanted in his
mind. With what she had obtained from twenty department heads and their
assistants, the
intelligence director, financial and operations directors and the
overall director of the Mars branch
of the corps, taking down the corps on Mars was going to be a relative
simple operation. Earth,
however, was going to be another can of worms., same as Mars, just
vastly larger.
********************************************************************************
   Lyta leaned over the shoulder of the young computer expert. "Are they
working?" She asked,
referring to the security passwords and codes she had provided.
   "Like a charm, ma'am," replied the young man.
   He was one of six computer experts from Garibaldi's recruited force
working the present shift.
The efforts to ransack Psi Corps files and archives was a twenty four
hour a day process. The
process had speeded up considerably since Lyta had made her data
available. The real difficulty
was becoming how to use the data to best effect. 
   Lyta wasn't worried. She knew Garibaldi would handle it the way he
had handled everything
else so far. He was destroying Psi Corps and all that Bester held dear.
A kid in a candy factory
couldn't enjoy himself nearly as much as Michael was. Her removal of the
Asimov block was icing
on Michael's cake.
***************************************************************************
  It was three months since Lyta had come to mars and she was feeling
restless and not very
useful. Planning operations was necessary, but it wasn't very exciting.
   "Michael, I am going to earth," said Lyta.
   "Why?" he asked.
  "I want to get my hands dirty. I feel left out," she answered.
  "Lyta. You're the leader of this little war. You're what makes it go,
you are the inspiration.
Think of yourself as the president. She doesn't fight in the trenches.
Besides, it is dangerous,''
argued Michael.
   "I won't be in any danger, Michael, and you know it," replied Lyta.
   "You know that and I know that, but no one else does, and one of the
troops could get killed
trying to keep you from harm," he shot back.
   "I can be helpful in ways you can't imagine," she argued back.
   Michael gave her a look that would have made anyone else cringe, but
it was wasted on Lyta.
   "I will make the arrangements,' he said in defeat.
   Lyta smiled, "Thank you, Michael."
  
***************************************************************************
   Getting Lyta passed earth security was child's play. The paperwork
would have passed any
amount of close scrutiny.
   Lyta wasted no time in putting herself to work getting codes and
passwords for both Psi Corps
and Earth Alliance computers. What she and her people were doing was
waging an all out
information war. A war that would destroy Psi Corps by removing all of
its supports. Lyta had
likened it to using explosives to level a building in the middle of a
city without doing any collateral
damage.
   Lyta had gone on a raid on a rehabilitation camp. She had used her
power to disable the camp
guards, but not before one machine gunner had managed to rake her
position with a long burst of
fire. All of the raiders were supposed to be wearing clothing made from
her armor fabric. One
young man, a local, hadn't received his and he caught several rounds
before the gun was silenced.
   Lyta was knocked off her feet from her crouched position by the young
man's body being
thrown against her by the force of the impacts.
   Without conscious thought, she assessed the damage. The bullets had
gone through his body.
Fortunately the heavy slugs had not distorted , so the damage, though
massive, wasn't as bad as it
might have been. Holding the boy's mind in an iron grip, she quickly
started pouring her life force
into him as she used her telekinetic abilities to repair the damage. 
   Several meters away a young man and woman were too stunned to move as
they watched what
Lyta was doing. What they saw was seared into their memories.  Lyta fell
across the boy's body
completely drained by her efforts. She was unaware that she had been
seen. The man and woman
moved away quickly and rejoined their fellow soldiers.  
   Lyta realized she was being lifted from the ground by one of her
older supporters, who asked,
"Ms. Alexander, are you hurt?"
   Looking up to see who was addressing her, she replied, "I am fine. I
am a little tired."
   "What happened?" He asked.
   "We almost got hit by the gunfire," she replied, looking at the young
man she had just saved.
Fortunately, he would have no memory of what she had done.
   She got up and helped the man pick up the young man who was just
beginning to show signs of
consciousness. The remainder of the raid went without a hitch. 
   Unknown to Lyta, the story started making its way through the ranks
of the telepaths and their
supporters.
   Her forces had been liberating telepath rehabilitation, (read slave
labor/torture), camps as fast as
possible. The live feeds, videos and such were causing uproars from
telepaths in Psi Corps, who
had been blissfully unaware, and normals. The horrors of what been
happening to their brothers,
sisters, mothers, fathers and other relatives, in the name of
rehabilitation was sickening to the
general population. The media was pounding the idea that telepaths could
be monitored and
controlled without being stoned on drugs or locked up, incessantly.
Garibaldi's resources left no
avenue of trashing Psi Corps and company unused.
   It wasn't long before Lyta's picture was being plastered all over the
media. She was branded a
terrorist and trouble maker as the Psi Corps tried to discredit her and
the telepath
movement she represented. It didn't help the corps cause, but it did get
her listed as an
undesirable, meaning she would have to leave EA space.
********************************************************************************
   "Good morning, Madam. President," said Lyta.
   President Luchenko could be given credit for not jumping out of her
skin. The door had not
opened or shut, there had been no sound, but there was a redheaded woman
standing on the other
side of her desk, addressing her.
   Looking at Lyta, she asked, "How did you get in here?"
   "I didn't,' came the response. "I am not really here, but we can talk
anyway."
   The president mulled this statement over for almost a minute, before
responding, "If I call the
guard, will he see you?"
   "He won't hear you, Madam President,' replied Lyta. "I am leaving
earth for now, but I will
return."
   "And when do you propose to do that?" she asked.
  "Long after everyone now alive is dead and forgotten, Madam President.
I am leaving because
my reason for coming is coming to pass. My people will be free and that
is all that matters.  You
may call your guards now, but they won't find me here."
   The president watched the image of Lyta fade to nothing and wondered
if she had imagined the
whole thing.
********************************************************************************
   The short stocky man sat at a rear table at the sidewalk cafe. His
partner was late. A shadow fell
across his line of sight.
   "Hello, Alfred. Waiting for someone?" asked Lyta Alexander. Taking
the chair across the table
from him.
   "You have been busy, lately," he replied.
  "You know how it is,  when you're tearing down a card house. Sometimes
it's fun, sometimes
just plain work. How's tricks these days?" she inquired.
  Bester just scowled at her and the little girl with her.
  "Can I buy you a drink?" she asked motioning for the waiter.
  Bester nodded no.
   "I'll have a coffee with cream and no sugar. My daughter will have
iced tea with sugar on the
side," Lyta told the waiter.
   After the waiter left, Lyta said, "Maya, this the man responsible for
your father's death."
   The girl looked Bester over very carefully. She was very deliberate.
"What can I do to him,
mommy?" she asked.
   "Anything you want. I want you to show him the same mercy that he has
shown others. You
can scan him and learn about that," she answered.
   "Are you serious, Lyta?" asked Bester.
   The mental assault he experienced was beyond anything he had ever
encountered before. His
blocks didn't even hold for a heartbeat. Reeling mentally, he said,
"Lyta, don't do this."
   "I'm not, Alfred. She is," answered Lyta.
   His blocks were down and he felt like his mind was being run through
a shredder. As suddenly
as it began, it stopped.
   "He is a very ugly little man, mommy. I am going to punish him my
way,"  Maya said
matter-of-factly.
   "Don't kill him sweetheart. Mr. Garibaldi wants him very badly. Oh,
and I removed the Asimov
block," said Lyta.
   The waiter returned and served Lyta's and Maya's drinks took payment
and tip and left. He
never paid any attention to Bester's distress. Little bastard didn't
even tip, he thought to himself as
he left.
   Maya put sugar into her tea, took a drink and turned her attention
back to Bester. He was
visibly sweating.
   Maya finished what she was doing to Bester's mind about the same time
she finished her tea. He
wasn't sure what she had done. It hadn't been particularly painful, but
he knew she had put a
number of blocks in.
   "Don't worry, Alfred," said Lyta. 'I am doing the same thing to every
psi cop I can find. I think
it is most appropriate."
   Lyta and Maya left Bester sitting at the table wondering. He didn't
have to wonder long. His
associate was approaching and Bester attempted to mind-talk with him.
The pain that shot
through his mind brought tears to his eyes. It hurt worse than anything
he had ever been subjected
to before.
   Seeing his associate's reaction, he asked, "Al, what is wrong?"
   Bester tried to mentally reach out and felt the pain wash over him
again. He began to realize
what had been done to him. Whatever they had done, there wasn't anyone
who could undo it. He
was beginning to regret a great many things, but it would do him no
good.
*******************************************************************************
******************************************************************************** 
  A year had passed since Lyta had appeared to President Luchenko, and
Lyta and Maya were
sitting in Michael Garibaldi's office saying good-byes and thank-yous
for his many efforts in the
telepath war.  
  "Lyta, what you did to Bester, it was better than anything I could
have dreamed up," said
Garibaldi.
   "It was Maya's idea and she did it. You have to admit, it is
appropriate, really fits his crimes,"
she replied.
   "I get this warm feeling all over inside every time I think about
it," he answered.
   "Mommy, why do we have to leave?" asked Maya.
   "I am to blame, sweetheart. My activities in destroying Psi Corps
have made me  'persona non
grata'. It means I am not welcome here, anymore," replied Lyta.
   "That's not entirely true, Lyta," commented Garibaldi.
   "It's close enough, Michael. I think it's time Maya and I departed,"
answered Lyta.
   "Lyta, I have to ask one big question, said Michael. "Is it true?"
   "Is what true?" she countered.
   "The story about what happened with the kid on that raid?"
   "I don't know what you are talking about, Michael," she replied.
   "Lyta, we have two witnesses and they have been scanned. They're
telling the truth," insisted
Michael.
  "What truth, Michael?" she countered.
  "They say you brought the kid back from being dead," answered Michael.
   Lyta sat and thought about it for almost two minutes, then started to
smile.
  "He wasn't dead Michael. He was wearing protective clothing, but he
was hit by eight or ten
heavy machine gun rounds. He was knocked out and had trouble breathing.
I performed
emergency breathing assistance on him. His chest was badly bruised and
he had six cracked ribs,
but he wasn't dead. The two witnesses may really believe he was killed.
I can see how they might
think that. I am sorry, Michael, but it is only a good story. Myths are
made from much less," said
Lyta, sporting a huge smile on her face. 
   Looking straight into her eyes, Garibaldi said, "I'll have Max take
you to the spaceport." 
   The look he was giving her told her he knew she was lying, but he
could never prove it.
   "I appreciate the offer Michael, but it's not necessary," replied
Lyta.
   "You seem to be traveling light. Why only the one suitcase?" inquired
Michael.
   "All we need is soap, toothpaste, toothbrush and a couple of changes
of clothing. Anything else
just gets in the way," she replied. 
   "Have you decided where you will go?" asked Michael.
   "Not yet. I hope to be traveling with G'Kar again, but if he isn't
ready to leave, I will find
something else leaving EA space. It will take a few flight changes to
get entirely away from their
space, but after that, who knows? There are places where they've never
heard of me. G'Kar and
I visited a couple of systems that might even welcome me back, if you
can imagine that," said
Lyta.
   "I bet they have no idea what you are, do they?" asked Michael.
   "No. They don't have any idea, and I like it that way," was her
wistful reply.
   Michael came around his desk and shook Lyta's hand. He picked Maya up
and gave her a hug. 
   "Goodbye, Uncle Mike, " said Maya as she and Lyta went out the door.
***********************************************************************
   Michael stepped over to his comm. panel and initiated a call. The
minbari who answered asked,
"How  may I help you Mr. Garibaldi?"
   "Lyta is on her way to the spaceport with Maya. I tried to send Max
with her, but she wouldn't
have it," responded Michael.
   "Thank you, Mr. Garibaldi. I appreciate your calling me. We will take
care of it," responded the
minbari, closing the channel.
***********************************************************************
end part G


From: "Aubrey W. Adkins" <xazqrten@norfolk.infi.net>
Subject: Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar (Possible ending 1 of 3)
Date: Thu, 01 Apr 1999 15:30:25 -0500

Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar (Possible ending 1 of 3)
There are 3 possible endings to this story.
     Criticism is welcomed. Without, it there can't be any
improvement. Address criticisms to [xazqrten@norfolk.infi.net]


          All characters/places/persons not belonging to the writer
are the sole properties of their owners, PTEN, WB, JMS, and will be
turned over to the owners at the request of their agents.  All other
characters/places/persons are public domain.


   It seemed all to soon when they reached the spaceport. This time
there would not be a psi cop
watching the place.
   Lyta went to the information counter and inquired about G'Kar and his
ship. She learned he had
departed earlier that day. She was disappointed, since she had told him
she would meet him here.
True, she was a little late, but from what she learned, he had made no
effort to wait. Maybe G'Kar
had become tired of having her and Maya underfoot. He hadn't seemed put
out when she had last
talked with him. In fact, he had seemed very pleased that she wanted to
go planet hopping with
him again. It was damned confusing.
   Taking Maya by the hand with one hand, and carrying her suitcase in
the other, Lyta got in line
at the nearest ticket counter. She had been told what was outbound
leaving EA and IA space and
was getting ready to pay for the tickets when she heard someone address
her from behind.
Turning to see who it was, she found herself looking at a young minbari,
wearing an odd looking
uniform. It finally occurred to her that he was a ranger, and the odd
looking uniform was a
standard ranger uniform made from the fabric she had helped develop.
Seeing it on someone in
public for the first time made her realize just how much potential the
fabric had. It made fine silk
look like gunny sack material.  
   "Ms. Alexander?" asked the ranger again.
   "Yes."
  "The captain is waiting for you. Shall we go?" asked the ranger
   Curious about what was going on, Lyta picked up her suitcase, took
Maya's hand and followed
the ranger down the long concourse to its end and out of the building.
There was a small minbari
shuttle waiting for them.
   Lyta grimaced to herself. It wasn't missed by Maya.
   <Mommy, you don't seem happy,> observed her daughter.
   Lyta nodded in response.
*****************************************************************************
   In Garibaldi's office, his communications panel chirped. 
   "Garibaldi here," said Michael into the panel pickup.
   "We got her, before she could get away. Thanks again," said the
minbari on the screen.
    "Got who, before they  got away, Michael?" asked Lise coming through
the back door of his
office.
    "Lyta," responded Michael.
    "Who wants her? What has she done wrong?" asked Lise.
    "It's a little hard to explain, Lise. Lyta isn't exactly your
regular kind of person."
    Lise had met Lyta and her daughter, Maya, on a number of occasions
and could not remember
anything out of the ordinary about them except that they were telepaths.
"Try!" she demanded.
    "She is wanted on Minbar. A whitestar was sent to pick her up before
she could disappear
again. That was the call you overheard."
   "She seemed okay to me. I have watched ISN and know why she isn't
allowed in EA space, but
the minbari? What did she do to them?" asked Lise.
   "I am not sure, but Delenn wants her brought back there. I suppose
it's something personal. She
and Delenn are old friends, so I don't think she is in any kind of
trouble."
******************************************************************************
   Lyta wasn't surprised to see a whitestar waiting in orbit for them.
She might have known that
Delenn wouldn't let her just vanish, not without some objections.
   Addressing the ranger, who was now piloting the shuttle, "Which
whitestar is this?"
   "It is Whitestar 71, Captain Sheraun  commanding, Ms. Alexander,"
responded the ranger.
   Muttering to herself, Lyta said,  "She's about as subtle as a
bulldozer."
   "Ma'am?" inquired the ranger.
   "Nothing," replied Lyta.
***********************************************************************
    In the hanger bay control, Captain Sheraun awaited Lyta's arrival.
As Lyta and Maya exited the
shuttle, Sheraun said, "You did tell me this wasn't over."
   Lyta was standing very close. Sheraun picked up Maya.
   "You, young lady,  have really grown since I last saw you," said
Sheraun.
   Reaching to finger Sheraun's crestbone, Maya asked, "Are you going to
marry my mommy?".
  Taking  Lyta's hand, he responded, "That is entirely up to your
mother." 
   As they left the hangar deck, Lyta removed her hand from his and put
her arm around his waist.
   Watching the captain and Lyta leave the hangar bay, three rangers,
new on board, traded
knowing smiles. They had heard stories about the redhead, some would
warm a man's heart and
soul, others would freeze the blood in his veins.
                                  END



From: "Aubrey W. Adkins" <xazqrten@norfolk.infi.net>
Subject: Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar (Possible ending 2 of 3)
Date: Thu, 01 Apr 1999 15:33:58 -0500

Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar (Possible ending 2 of 3)
There are three possible endings to this story.
     Criticism is welcomed. Without, it there can't be any
improvement. Address criticisms to [xazqrten@norfolk.infi.net]


          All characters/places/persons not belonging to the writer
are the sole properties of their owners, PTEN, WB, JMS, and will be
turned over to the owners at the request of their agents.  All other
characters/places/persons are public domain.


  It seemed all to soon when they reached the spaceport. This time there
would not be a psi cop
watching the place. 
   It wouldn't have mattered anyway. <Maya, are you ready to do it?>
   <Yes, mommy? It will be fun,> replied Maya.
   <You will have to keep doing it for a long time. Until we are clear
of EA space.>
   <I can do it,> answered her daughter.
   Lyta went to the information counter and inquired about G'Kar and his
ship. She learned he had
departed earlier that day. She was disappointed, since she had told him
she would meet him here.
True, she was a little late, but from what she learned, he had made no
effort to wait. Maybe G'kar
had become tired of having her and Maya underfoot. He hadn't seemed put
out when she had last
talked with him. In fact, he had seemed very pleased that she wanted to
go planet hopping with
him again. It was damned confusing.
   Taking Maya by the hand with one hand, and carrying her suitcase in
the other, Lyta got in line
at the nearest ticket counter. She had checked the posted schedules for 
what was outbound
leaving EA and IA space and payed for the tickets. Walking down the
concourse toward her
departure gate was a young minbari, ranger, wearing a uniform made from
the fabric she had
helped develop. Seeing it on someone in public for the first time made
her realize just how much
potential the fabric had. It made fine silk look like gunny sack
material.
   She could tell he was looking for her and Maya from the thoughts he
was broadcasting. He had
a picture of her in his mind. She smiled to herself as he went past
unaware that he had missed his
quarry.
   Less than fifteen minutes later Lyta and Maya were boarding a shuttle
that would transport
them to a starliner waiting in orbit above the planet.
   <Mommy. Why does everyone hate you?> asked Maya. She had been
watching the newscast on
ISN and seen another blast of indignation and hatred leveled at her
mother.
   <Not everyone, sweetheart. Well, not quite everyone,>  She replied,
thinking of Delenn,
Ivonava, G'Kar and Garibaldi. There were at least four people in the
known universe that didn't
outright hate her or want her dead. There might be a few others,
excepting the former rogues, 
but she wasn't taking bets.
   In the spaceport the young ranger was searching everywhere for Lyta
and Maya and asking
questions about them at the tube debarkation points. Finally he reported
to his captain that
apparently they had never arrived at the spaceport.
    
*****************************************************************************
   In Garibaldi's office, his communications panel chirped. 
   "Garibaldi here," said Michael into the panel pickup.
   "We missed her and  she got away. Can you recheck her route?" asked
the minbari on the
screen.
   "Will do," answered Michael.   
 "Missed  who? Who got away, Michael?" asked Lise coming through the
back door of his
office.
    "Lyta," responded Michael.
    "Who wants her? What has she done wrong?" asked Lise.
    "It's a little hard to explain, Lise. Lyta isn't exactly your
regular kind of person."
    Lise had met Lyta and her daughter, Maya, on a number of occasions
and could not remember

anything out of the ordinary about them except that they were telepaths.
"Try!" she demanded.
    "She is wanted on Minbar. A whitestar was sent to pick her up before
she could disappear
again. That was the call you overheard. Apparently , she and Maya
vanished between here and the
spaceport," replied her husband.
   "She seemed okay to me. I have watched ISN and know why she isn't
allowed in EA space, but
the minbari? What did she do to them?" asked Lise.
   "I am not sure, but Delenn wants her brought back there. I suppose it
could be something
personal. She and Delenn are old friends, or they were. I suppose
anything is possible now. She
has a way of alienating people."
******************************************************************************
 It had taken Lyta almost two months of changing flights and identities
to completely confuse and
lose Delenn's rangers, but she had managed it. The beat up shuttle she
had bought with carefully
siphoned funds was untraceable. In less than a standard day she and Maya
would leave the
freighter she had booked passage on, in it. The freighter captain and
his crew would have no
memory that they were ever there, much less where they left his ship.
*****************************************************************************
   "Delenn. Have we had any luck locating Lyta?" asked John Sheridan of
his wife.
   "No. It's as if she just ceased to exist. Somehow she and Maya were
able to pass themselves off
as members of various races and had the correct papers as far as we can
tell. After their fourth
planetary stop we completely lost them. They could be anywhere," she
replied, then thoughtfully,
"Smile, John. She is finally out of your hair."
   "I just hate knowing she can show up anywhere at anytime," he
answered.
   "Captain Sheraun is very depressed that he missed her. He is
hopelessly in love with her,"
replied Delenn.
   "I can't say I am sorry she is gone, but I do regret not treating her
better when I should have.
******************************************************************************
    The shuttle dropped through the dark Glenthorian sky, undetected by
any of the myriad 
defense systems monitoring the airspace over the various countries. As
the sun was coming up the
shuttle lightly landed in the field behind an enormous ranch house. Lyta
and Maya exited into the
arriving morning. The crisp pungent odors of a working ranch grabbed
their sense of smell and
jolted their senses into full operation.
    "It's beautiful, mommy!' exclaimed Maya. "Are we going to stay
here?"
   "Yes, sweetheart. We are going to be here a very long time," answered
her mother.
   People were coming out of the main house to meet them. It was going
to be the first time most
of them had ever met their employer. Lyta and Maya walked to meet them. 
   "We have been here before, haven't we," asked Maya, as the leader of
the group approached
Lyta, hand outstretched.
   "Good morning, Ms. Alexander," said her  foreman. "It is good to see
you again."
   "Hello, Kartf," she replied shaking the offered hand vigorously. "I
need to make a call."
   Twenty minutes later, Lyta finished her call to Ambassador Hental. He
was a good friend and
her presence on the planet would be forgotten or disavowed in the
future. They owed her a lot
and she didn't ask for much in return.
*****************************************************************************
End part H2



From: "Aubrey W. Adkins" <xazqrten@norfolk.infi.net>
Subject: Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar (Possible ending 3 of 3)
Date: Tue, 06 Apr 1999 17:51:22 -0400

Adventures of Lyta and G'Kar (Possible ending 3 of 3)
There are 3 possible endings to this story.

This is a variation on (2 of 3). I ripped off a few paragraphs, so I
didn't have to rewrite them.

     Criticism is welcomed. Without, it there can't be any
improvement. Address criticisms to [xazqrten@norfolk.infi.net]


          All characters/places/persons not belonging to the writer
are the sole properties of their owners, PTEN, WB, JMS, and will be
turned over to the owners at the request of their agents.  All other
characters/places/persons are public domain.
(This ending, though not completely original is my take)


It seemed all to soon when they reached the spaceport. This time there
would not be a psi cop
watching the place. 
   It wouldn't have mattered anyway. <Maya, are you ready to do it?>
   <Yes, mommy? It will be fun,> replied Maya.
   <You will have to keep doing it for a long time. Until we are clear
of EA space.>
   <I can do it,> answered her daughter.
   Lyta went to the information counter and inquired about G'Kar and his
ship. She learned where
he was waiting with the ship. Taking Maya by the hand with one hand, and
carrying her suitcase
in the other, Lyta started to walk down the concourse.
   Walking down the concourse toward her departure gate was a young
minbari, ranger, wearing a
uniform made from the fabric she had helped develop. Seeing it on
someone in public for the first
time made her realize just how much potential the fabric had. It made
fine silk look like gunny
sack material.
   She could tell he was looking for her and Maya from the thoughts he
was broadcasting. He had
a picture of her in his mind. She smiled to herself as he went past
unaware that he had missed his
quarry.
   Less than fifteen minutes later Lyta and Maya were aboard G'Kar's
ship and the surface of the
planet was falling away beneath them.
   <Mommy. Why does everyone hate you?> asked Maya. She had seen the
newscast on ISN and
seen another blast of indignation and hatred leveled at her mother.
   <Not everyone, sweetheart. Well, not quite everyone,>  She replied,
thinking of Delenn,
Ivonava, G'Kar and Garibaldi. There were at least four people in the
known universe that didn't
outright hate her or want her dead. There might be a few others,
excepting the former rogues, but
she wasn't taking bets.
   Lyta became aware of the orbiting whitestar and could feel the mind
of its captain, Sheraun. She
shifted G'kar's ship to hyperspace, catching G'Kar by surprise.
   In the spaceport the young ranger was searching everywhere for Lyta
and Maya and asking
questions about them at the tube debarkation points. Finally he reported
to his captain that
apparently they had never arrived at the spaceport.
********************************************************************* 
   "Why didn't you wait and let me use the jumpgate?" Lyta.
   "It is Sheraun's whitestar. They are looking for me G'Kar. The
farther we get from  EA and IA
space the better I will feel," she replied.
   "How can you be sure he was here after you?"
   "We passed one of his crew in the spaceport, and I could read his
intentions, even without
scanning him."
   "Who is looking for you?"
   "The IA apparently. After all it is an IA ship and who knows what
Sheridan will try next. Let's
face it G'Kar, he won't be satisfied until he sees my body lying dead on
the floor in front of him."
   "Don't you think you are exaggerating the situation? He wouldn't have
sent Sheraun after you if
that were his intent."
   "Yes he would. It would seem to be a good way to catch me off guard.
I am not biting."
   "Mommy, why does he want to kill you?" asked Maya.
   "It is a long story, dear. One day I will explain it to you. Don't
worry, I won't give him the
chance."
   G'Kar knew why the Whitestar 71 had been sent to get Lyta and John
Sheridan had nothing to
do with it. It had been Delenn's idea as a means of getting her and
Sheraun together again, but
Lyta had managed to avoid it. Knowing what his friend was capable of
doing, he decided to not
argue. She was extremely paranoid since the telepath war and he didn't
need her thinking he was
part of a plot against her.
   "You haven't done anything to rate being hunted by the IA, Lyta."
   "You don't seem to understand, G'Kar, this is Sheridan we are talking
about here. When it
comes to me, he doesn't need a reason, only a chance. Out here, it is
hard for Delenn to keep
track of what he is doing."
***********************************************************************
   In Garibaldi's office, his communications panel chirped. 
   "Garibaldi here," said Michael into the panel pickup.
   "We missed her and  she got away. Can you recheck her route?" asked
the minbari on the
screen.
   "Will do," answered Michael.   
 "Missed  who? Who got away, Michael?" asked Lise coming through the
back door of his office.
    "Lyta," responded Michael.
    "Who wants her? What has she done wrong?" asked Lise.
    "It's a little hard to explain, Lise. Lyta isn't exactly your
regular kind of person."
    Lise had met Lyta and her daughter, Maya, on a number of occasions
and could not remember
anything out of the ordinary about them except that they were telepaths.
"Try!" she demanded.
    "She is wanted on Minbar. A whitestar was sent to pick her up before
she could disappear
again. That was the call you overheard. Apparently , she and Maya
vanished between here and the
spaceport," replied her husband.
   "She seemed okay to me. I have watched ISN and know why she isn't
allowed in EA space, but
the minbari? What did she do to them?" asked Lise.
   "I am not sure, but Delenn wants her brought back there. I suppose it
could be something
personal. She and Delenn are old friends, or they were. I suppose
anything is possible, now. She
has a way of alienating people."
   "Has she alienated you, Michael?"
   "I owe her a lot, Lise. I owe her my life, several times, your life
at least once, everything we
have."
   "We both owe her everything we have and hope to have in the future.
Does that about cover
it?"
  Michael nodded. He felt sorry for Lyta.  All she had was Maya and what
she carried in that
suitcase, but then again she had all the account numbers and access
codes for the pile of money
she had stashed in the secret telepath accounts, and now that the war
was over, it was available
for other uses. He wondered if she would use any of it. 
***********************************************************************
   "We missed her, Entil'za Delenn," said Sheraun from the
communications display screen.
"Somehow she avoided the ranger we had waiting in the spaceport. She had
to pass him."
   "We are dealing with Lyta, here, captain. She can do things to
prevent herself and Maya from
being recognized. You can return to your regular patrol, captain," said
Delenn.
   Captain Sheraun executed a bow of acceptance and respect.
   Delenn broke the connection and sat back in her chair. Her friend was
a real pain. You couldn't
do anything for her. She wondered for a long time how Lyta had known
about the whitestar, and
why she went to lengths to avoid it. It came back to only one
explanation. She must have thought
John sent it. He hated her with an unreasonable hatred. Unreasonable,
because it had no basis in
fact or action. She thought back to what Lyta had explained about her
visit by Lorien. She
supposed it was Lorien's way of making sure Lyta didn't interfere with
John's life line. 
***********************************************************************
   "Lyta, I have been thinking that maybe dragging Maya around to all
these worlds isn't the
greatest idea in the galaxy," Said G'Kar.
   "Are you trying to get rid of me G'Kar?"
   "No. the little one needs others her age."
   "I hate to point out the obvious, G'Kar, but like me she is pretty
much one of a kind. There are
no others her age."
   "Point taken. This is no way for her to grow up."
   "I agree. However, I am not welcome any planet with a human
population, and very few of any
other kind," she replied, then after hesitating momentarily, "I will
make you a deal. Just drop us
off on the next available planet with a spaceport. The more backwater
the better."
   A week later she said her goodbyes to G'Kar, both realizing this was
the last time they would
ever see one another. It was a very hard moment. With Maya holding one
hand and her suitcase in
the other Lyta walked toward the terminal entrance.
   Skimming some of the secret funds to which she had access, Lyta
bought a broken down, but
operational two person shuttle and took off into space. As she cleared
the atmosphere she shifted
to hyperspace. On the planet, traffic controllers almost had heart
attacks when the shuttle just
vanished.
   Using navigational abilities she had not known she possessed, Lyta
took the shuttle into gravity
wells that sane pilots avoided. In short order she exited hyperspace
just above the planet
Glenthor. The shuttle dropped through the dark Glenthorian sky,
undetected by any of the myriad 
defense systems monitoring the airspace over the various countries. As
the sun was coming up the
shuttle lightly landed in the field behind an enormous ranch house. Lyta
and Maya exited into the
arriving morning. The crisp pungent odors of a working ranch grabbed
their sense of smell and
jolted their senses into full operation.
    "It's beautiful, mommy!' exclaimed Maya. "Are we going to stay
here?"
   "Yes, sweetheart. We are going to be here a very long time," answered
her mother.

END
(for now)
In production

"Further Adventures of Lyta"