From thuren97@VAXA.CIS.UWOSH.EDU Thu May 9 20:27:01 1996 Date: Tue, 30 Apr 1996 21:34:48 -0500 From: Nick Thuren Reply-To: b5-creative@lists1.best.com To: b5-creative@lists1.best.com Subject: In the raging white fury, pt.1 Ok, this is my first story. I hope you enjoy it. :) In the raging white fury.... By Nicholas Thuren * Dedicated to Renee Millard* The door chime pinged into electronic life as John Sheridan was finishing ironing his best shirt. "Come in." He shouted from his bedroom. He was greeted with a hesitant reply, "John? Where are you?" The exotic accent that could only belong to Delenn was music to his ears. He had waited almost a week and half since they had almost kissed. This was the first time since then that they had had an opportunity to be alone together. Quickly, he threw on his shirt and tucked it in. Rounding the corner, he was greeted by a vision of unearthly beauty. "Delenn," Sheridan replied. "I can't tell you what a pleasure it is to see you again." Delenn smiled. "And I you Captain." She was wearing her green dress which suprised John since she usually only wore it on the Whitestar. Her scent tickled his nose, some exotic Minbari pefume he supposed. "Has your arm fully healed?" Delenn asked. "For the most part, yes." John replied, wincing at the memory of the Narn guard slashing him. "Well Delenn, I hope you brought your appetite cause its all-you-can-eat tonight!" John exclaimed. "All you can eat?" Delenn asked in an unsure voice. "It's an earth expression." John explained. "Back home we have places to eat that offer you as much food as you can take. So, all you can eat." "On Minbar, such a place would be quite unheard of." said Delenn. "Minbari do not believe in wasting resources in such a manner." "Well," John smiled. "We'll just have to change that now won't we?" Meanwhile, back in C & C Ivanova was up to her neck in complaints. Earlier, while trying to dock, a Vree transport had blown a cargo hatch and had clogged the entrance with cargo. With maintenance already taxed to the limit elswhere on the station, there was nothing she could do but sit and wait until they were free to clean it up. "Commander Ivanova!" The surly voice of Londo Mollari greeted her over the comlink. "This is an outrage! I have been waiting to dock for over two standard hours!" Ivanova sighed. "I'm sorry Ambassador, but there's nothing we can do until we can get someone to clean up this mess." Aboard the Centauri crusier Napolean, Londo Mollari sat in front of the comlink. How he tired of these endless confrontations with that damnable Commander Ivanova. "On Centauri Prime," he thought, "such a woman wouldn't be fit to bring me my drink!" "Yes, well perhaps I might be of some service to you then." said Londo. "Fire forward interceptors. Target that, that *junk* in front of us" he ordered the gunner. Fifteen brilliant bursts of light shot forth from the front of the cruiser. One by one they intersected the pieces of floating debris and vaporized them. "Ha!" Londo shouted with glee. "That will teach those damn Vree to go blowing their cargo hatches around a Centauri!" "Damn you Londo!" Ivanova shouted over the comlink. "Those Vree ships were carrying food and medical supplies for the..." "Yes, I know for the Narn refugees you have holed up downbelow." sneered Londo. "But, what's another dead Narn or two?" "You can bet I will be informing the captain about this." said Ivanova. "Very well," Londo said dismissvely. "Inform Captain Sheridan about my actions. I couldn't give a damn what he thinks." With that he shut off the comlink and reached for a fresh bottle of brivari. "Ahhh, nothing like the good old times." Londo sighed. "Helmsman! Proceed with docking sequence!" "We'll see what Captain Sheridan has to say about this," thought Londo. "It should prove quite amusing." Delenn laughed. Her fourth dinner *date*, as humans called them, had gone quite well. John had been most pleasant, even if his cooking still needed some work. She wondered whether they would ever have a dinner that wasn't invariably interrupted by Mr. Garibaldi or Ivanova. A faint smile crossed her lips as she thought back to the time when John had been mere inches from kissing her. She could remember the look in his eyes as he looked into hers. It was almost as if he could see into her soul. His stare was almost Minbari-like in its intensity. She stepped into the lift. Vir Cotto was waiting inside, anxiously looking at the level indicator on the wall. "Hello Vir." said Delenn. "Ambassador." Vir replied. "How are you today?" "I am fine thank you." Delenn, thinking of John, replied almost a little too happily. "I understand that you enjoyed your work as diplomatic mission to Minbar?" "Oh yes! Very much so." Vir replied hastily. "I wish I was back on Minbar right now." Delenn smiled. "My home is a beautiful place, I sometimes wish I could return there as well." Vir fidgeted the whole time as the elevator made its ascent to Green Level. The doors whooshed open as it arrived at it's destination. "Well, it was nice seeing you again Ambassador." said Vir. "I'm afraid I am in a hurry, I am meeting Londo in his quarters in five minutes and I don't want to be late." "Good day Vir." Delenn replied, bowing as she did so. She continued down the hall, finally arriving at the door to her quarters. Sliding her IdentiCard in the slot, she waited while it beeped and unlocked her door. A second later the door swung up and open and she stepped inside. "Lights, low please" she ordered the computer. Her quarters were softly lit by a glowing luminescence that reflected of the myriad of crystals she had decorated the room with. She was startled when suddenly a loud voice exclaimed, "Hello again old friend!" "What a universe." Sheridan mumbled, as he let the water tumble over his shoulders. Since the split with EarthGov a few weeks earlier, a real, honest-to-God hot water shower was one of the last luxuries he could enjoy. They had even run out of coffee! "Can't be all that bad," he thought to himself. "At least Delenn is still here." The thought of her, again brought a smile to his lips. Who would have thought he of all people would fall in love with a Minbari! Thinking of her was the best feeling in the world. Come to think of it, the warm water was starting to feel awfully good....almost as if he was bathed in warm light. His eyelids felt *so* heavy. Slowly, his eyelids closed over his eyes and he collapsed to the floor of the shower.... Rocks. Stupid little gray rocks stuck in the sand. "I don't know why the Captain told me to try this. This is not relaxing me!" thought Ivanova. Since her confrontation with Londo, she had been in a bad mood all day. Sitting in the Zen Garden hadn't improved it either. There was nothing here to do but sit and stare! "Maybe Garibaldi will have something better to suggest." she thought. "Does anybody get the point of this thing?" she asked to no one in particular. "Purple." said a Drazi on the adjacent bench. "Oh shut up!" Ivanova snapped, storming out of the garden en route Security. Londo cowered in the corner, desperately clutching his *bug* swatter. Ever since he had killed that first one a few weeks ago, it seemed as if his quarters had been overrun by them! "Damn insects!" Londo snarled. "By the Great Maker, you are worse than the Narns, I swear it!" He felt something scurry across his left foot. Quickly, he bent down and swatted at it with his swatter. "How do you like that, you damned...." said Londo. Before he could finish his oath, he was interrupted by the sound of the door chime. "You had better be Maintenance whoever you are! Come in!" Londo shouted. His assistant Vir stepped through the door. "Hello Londo. Listen, about what happened the other week ago.." Vir stammered. "Yes, yes, yes Vir. Do not worry about that. I know you were simply feeling *delusional* from being on Minbar." Londo replied. "I trust that you are well now and nothing of this sort will happen again?" Londo said, with just a hint of a threat behind it. "Yes, of course Londo" said Vir, not quite truthfully. "Was there something you wanted to talk to me about?" "As a matter of fact, yes Vir there was." said Londo. "I have only returned for a short time. I will be leaving for my next destination tomorrow and I needed you to be sure of what to do in case I do not return." "But Londo, where are you going?" Vir asked. "I am going to the Rim, Vir. I have heard stories that my former business associates have a base near there. I am going to find out once and for all just what they really are." "Londo," Vir hastily replied. "You can't do this! It's too dangerous! What if Mr. Morden finds out? He could send his forces after you!" "Yes, I know all that Vir. But if we Centauri are to have are own destiny, we must permanently separate ourselves from Mr. Morden and his associates. I have arranged to have several heavy cruisers equipped with mass drivers to accompany me. We are going to find this base and destroy it." "But Lond.." Vir stammered. "No buts Vir! I have made my decision and that is final!" Londo shouted. "Very well Londo. But just remember, I warned you." "Draal! How are you my old friend? What brings you here?" Delenn asked. "Oh, I was just roaming the universe and happened to be in the area!" Draal kidded her. "Actually, I wanted to discuss with you, among other things, the recent disbanding of the Grey Council." "It is a pity that it had to be done, but they couldn't be allowed to stand by and do nothing." said Delenn. "I see the wisdom in this, however, what will the warrior caste do?" Draal wondered. "Will you be able to stay long old friend?" asked Delenn. "I'm afraid not Delenn. I had meant to discuss this matter in length with you but something is calling me on the planet below. I'm afraid I must leave at once." Draal rumbled. Delenn frowned, her hopes of a long conversation with her old mentor dashed. "Very well then. Go in peace my friend." said Delenn. "And you dear one." Draal replied, vanishing into thin air a second later. Stifling a yawn, Delenn wandered over to the mirror above her dresser. Slipping out of her green dress, she paused to study herself for a moment. "This body is strange. Different, yet the same." she thought. "Did I truly anticipate the magnitude of this change when I entered my chrysalis a year ago?" Putting on her meditational robe she walked over to her traditional Minbari bed. "To sleep in the horizontal is to tempt death." she thought. "But I would like to try it just once." She smiled. "Perhaps John could show me how someday." She caught herself. Before she had undergone the change, such thoughts would have been unthinkable. But ever since she had become half human, thoughts of her and John together seemed to dominate her mind. "Some meditation should help to clear my mind." she mused. Later, as she drifted off to sleep she couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness inside her. "John," she whispered. "Where are you now, when I need you the most?" Darkness closed in around her.... Light.....light and the sensation of something soft caressing his cheek. "Delenn? Is that you?" John opened his eyes, what he saw astounded him. He was in room who's ceilings and walls seem to stretch of into infinity. In front of him was a sight that was more magnificent than anything he had seen in his life. It seemed to be a veritable storm of doves. Pure, innocent white doves circling endlessly in a column that went as high as his vision could make out. It took him a good thirty seconds of staring at this wonder before he realized he was completely naked. "Huh, I sure hope this is a dream." Sheridan thought. "Must of gotten it from Ivanova." After scanning the space around him, he decided he may as well approach the storm of doves. Slowly, he walked towards the fury in front of him. As he approached he noticed what seemed to be a hole opening in the commotion. Sure enough, a path was being opened before him. "Hell, its not like I have anything better to do in this dream." Sheridan thought, after glancing back at where he had come from. After what seemed like hours, he finally seemed to be approaching something in the distance. There was a dark mass in front of him, the shape slightly familiar. When he finally reached it he was simultaneously stunned and yet somehow not surprised. "Kosh." Sheridan grunted. "Somehow I had a feeling you had something to do with this." "Yes." Kosh replied, the amalgamation of voices and sounds emanating from the encounter suit. "You mind telling me why you had to pull me in here while I was in the shower?" asked Sheridan. "Necessity does not require convienience..." Kosh replied. It was all Sheridan could do to keep from rolling his eyes. "And what is so necessary, Ambassador?" To be continued..... From thuren97@VAXA.CIS.UWOSH.EDU Thu May 9 20:27:11 1996 Date: Thu, 02 May 1996 17:39:14 -0500 From: Nick Thuren Reply-To: b5-creative@lists1.best.com To: b5-creative@lists1.best.com Subject: In The Raging White Fury, pt. 2 Continue d from pt. 1.... "A great change is at hand.....you must be prepared..." Kosh replied. "Kosh, listen. I can't help you if insist on talking in riddles. Now, you've contacted me this way several times since I've been here. I've done everything you've told me to do, Delenn and I have the Rangers in place." Forgetting himself for a moment, Sheridan asked, "Just what do you want Ambassador?" Kosh seemed to grow a shade darker at that moment and a horrible piercing cry echoed in Sheridan's head. "What the hell!?!" Sheridan exclaimed, as the doves suddenly started to fall dead from the sky around him. "Kosh! What's happening? What's wrong....dammit!" Sheridan shouted. The cries of the doves was reaching a screaming pitch, Sheridan felt himself losing consciousness. "Dammit, not again!" Sheridan mumbled before collapsing on a pile of dead white doves, the scent of death filling his nostrils. "Hi Michael, what's up?" Ivanova asked. Garibaldi was sitting at his desk trying to watch too many security cameras at once. "Oh just the usual, robbery, assault, the usual. What's on your mind Susan?" Susan sat down with a flustered look on her face. "I need someway to relax and nothing seems to be helping. I figured since you're chief of security and you seem to take it pretty well, you must know how to relax." Garibaldi cocked an eyebrow. "Well, aside from busting a few heads or throwing someone out an air lock I usually cook to relax." "Cook?" Exclaimed Ivanova. "As in, you, cooking food?" "I'm Italian, its in the blood!" proclaimed Garibaldi "Great." Thought Ivanova, "First the garden, now cooking. You would think these people had nothing better to do, if I had a PPG right now I woul--" "Hey, Susan? Come back to me! Hello?" Garibaldi was staring at her with a smirk on his face. "What? Oh, I'm sorry Michael. I just haven't been able to concentrate very well lately." Ivanova admitted. "Hey its ok. Why don't you talk to Stephen? Maybe he can suggest something, you never know he might need an autopsy assistant!" Garibaldi chuckled. Ivanova gave him one of her patented withering looks. "Sorry, sheesh! Just kidding!" Garibaldi cried. "Well thanks anyway Michael. I'll go see what the Doc has to say." Seconds later she was out the door, this time en route to Medlab. "In Valen's name, help me!" Sheridan awoke with a start laying on the bottom of his shower. The computer had long since shut off the water since it had no longer detected movement. His joints creaking, he slowly stood up and got out of the shower. "Aw hell," he said, rubbing his sore neck. "What did I do to deserve this?" Getting a glass of water from the sink, he sat down on the couch to ponder what had just happened. He remembered the water starting to feel a bit *too* good and waking up in a room filled with doves. Thousands of them, all flying a in circle that stretched into infinite heights. Kosh had said something about a great change. "As if we haven't had enough of those already." Sheridan said aloud. Then the doves had started to die and he woke up screaming Valen's name. He couldn't figure it out. Why would he call out to Valen and not God? Maybe it was Delenn's subtle influence, maybe he was starting buckle under the pressure, who knew? "Maybe some food will make feel better." he said, walking over to the "fridge" as he liked to call it. "Damn." Was all he said when all the fridge held was a half empty bottle of wine and some leftover flarn. "Barely edible, but lots of it." he said, mocking himself. What he wouldn't give for a cheeseburger! Delenn awoke, reaching for someone who wasn't there. She had dreamt that she was sleeping in a human bed; someone else with her. She had woken up before she had discovered who it was, much to her disappointment. "Strange." she whispered. Getting up, she walked over to the vidcom unit on the wall. "Computer, I would like to speak to Captain Sheridan please." "Searching.." the computer announced. After waiting for approximetaly ten seconds, John's face appeared on the screen. "Delenn!" Sheridan exclaimed. "Oh Delenn, are you a sight for sore eyes." He was in his quarters, dressed in only a robe. His face looked haggard, as if he had witnessed something awful. "John, would you please get dressed and come to my quarters as soon as possible? I need to talk with you." asked Delenn. Sheridan looked almost grateful at this request. "Of course Delenn. I'll be there as soon as I can." The screen was replaced with the Babcom logo, leaving Delenn alone with her thoughts. What in Valen's name was happening to her? Things were changing so fast, she didn't know if she could keep up with them all. Then the tears came... "Captain Sheridan!" John had been on his way to Delenn's quarters when G'kar had called his name. "Captain Sheridan, I wondered if I might speak with you." G'kar inquired. "I'm kind of in a hurry G'kar so make it quick." said Sheridan. G'kar had been sitting on a stool at a bar in the Zocalo when he had spotted Sheridan. Quickly, he had shouted his name and had run to catch up with him. "Yes of course Captain. I was simply wondering if you had made your decision yet regarding my acceptance into the War Council?" "I'm afraid not G'kar. With all this business with Earth recently, I haven't been able to bring it up yet." Sheridan explained. G'kar looked disappointed. "I warn you Captain, do not delay this decision too long or I may have to find my help elsewhere." "Right G'kar. I promise I'll bring it up at the next meeting." Sheridan knew G'kar was bluffing on his threat to find other help. It was just his way of negotiating, as it were. With that done with, he resumed his journey to Delenn's quarter's, head full of questions. "Come in." Sheridan waited while the door swung out of his way. Delenn was waiting for him just inside the door. "Hello John.." Delenn smiled. "Delenn." John replied. In the brief second that Sheridan had time to wonder about why he had been called here, Delenn seemed to lose her composure completely. "Oh John, I need t-" she sobbed. "Shh, shh its alright Delenn, I'm here now." Sheridan embraced her, trying to comfort her as best he could. She had her head on his shoulder, her arms folded against his chest. John could feel the hard bone ridge brushing his against his cheek. Lifting her head, she looked into his eyes. "John, I....Ium....I believe I am in love with you." John gave her a little smile. "Delenn..." Was all he could say. "Delenn...." He tried again. "Hell, I haven't felt this way since the third grade!" He thought. Slowly, almost reverently, he lifted her head between his hands. He could feel her chin quivering ever so slightly. The look in her eyes....the warmth of her closeness....the touch of her soft skin....all came rushing at him, in one glorious second. "This is what it means to truly be reborn." He thought. She seemed to sense his intentions and leaned forward slightly, her eyes closed. John paused for half a second, to fix her face in his memory for eternity, before leaning forward and lightly touching his lips against hers. "At last," Delenn thought. "I will never be alone again..." When they finally broke contact, John whispered "I love you Delenn, I guess I always have." "Oh John....thank you for..." she stammered. "Shh, just relax. I understand everything...." He said. "Please just hold me then..." she whispered. "For how long?" "Forever...." To be continued.... From thuren97@vaxa.cis.uwosh.edu Tue Dec 24 17:29:04 1996 Date: Thu, 26 Sep 1996 17:23:03 -0500 (CDT) From: thuren97@vaxa.cis.uwosh.edu To: b5-creative@lists.best.com Subject: In The Raging White Fury, Pt.3 Yea, yea I know. Long time coming. Got wiped off my hard drive so I had to do it all over. NO SPOILERS, unless you haven't seen second season in which case you need help. In The Raging White Fury, Pt.3 By Nicholas Thuren Delenn woke up with a headache. She looked around her room, somehow she was sitting in her bed. Last night she had called John to her room and had completely lost her composure. She had remembered him holding her, trying to ease her pain. "For how long?" he had asked. "Forever..." she had told him. He must have put her in her bed, that was it. "Sweet John.." she murmured, a tiny smile crossing her lips. A little growl from her stomach got her attention. "Valen's name, I am starving!" she thought. With that, she got up and made herself breakfast, unaware that at this moment a man was boarding Babylon 5 that would affect her life forever. "Next! Come on people let's move it!" Zack was having a stressful day as usual. He just couldn't understand why people were so slow. All they had to do was hand him their papers, wait patiently and they would be through shortly. But no, people objected to being made to wait for a simple background check! "Zack," he thought to himself, "You need a vacation." He was just about to laugh at how mundane and ridiculous his life was, when a shadow fell across his face. "I believe I give these to you?" A tall, regal looking man asked. He was holding out his boarding papers. Zack looked him up and down. He was wearing a long, black coat on which his long, brown tresses of hair were resting. Zack swallowed, "Yes, this will only take a minute. Mr..." Zack looked at his Identicard, "Kinderfeld." The man cast a glance around the customs area, "Thank you, Mr. Allen." Zack smiled, "Yea sure no proble--" Zack's face darkened, "How did he know my name?" he wondered. He took one more look at the man, "Uhh, I think I'll let this one slide for now." he thought Something about the man unsettled him. Zack handed the Identicard back to him. "You're all set Mr. Kinderfeld. Enjoy your stay on Babylon 5." The man looked off in the distance, "Oh I'm sure will...thank you." With that he swept passed Zack and disappeared into the surging crowd. John had a problem. A.....big..problem. He really, really wanted to take a hot shower. Ever since Kosh had "visited" him a few weeks ago while in the middle of a hot shower, he had been taking cold ones. He was afraid that if he got too comfortable again taking a hot shower, Kosh would try it again. So here he was, a grown man standing in front of his shower with towel in hand. Afraid. He could imagine the headlines, "Coward: Portrait of John and his towel." He shook his head, "Ah! Hell with it! I *want* my shower." Taking a deep, defiant breath he entered the shower. Back in Delenn's quarters she was enjoying her breakfast. A cup of tea, two small sugar cakes, and something called a pop-tart that John had introduced her to. She looked up at her monitor, "ISN please." she told the computer. The vidscreen sprang to animated life. There was some obnoxiously loud commercial on for Interplanetary Expeditions. "Zocalo channel please," she said. The image changed to a view of the myriads of people thronging the Zocalo. She stared for a while and was about to shut it off, when something caught her eye. There, off to the left of the screen was a tall man in a black coat. He had long, wavy brown hair and a stately visage. He seemed to be waiting for someone, for he was sitting at a table alone. "Strange..." Delenn whispered. As she turned to get dressed, the man looked straight into the screen and smiled. John was positively radiating satisfaction. He had made it through his first hot shower in weeks without incident. Toweling himself off, he stepped into his bedroom. "Main corridor channel." he instructed the vidscreen. The very picture of commerce greeted him. People coming, people going. Vendors selling the wares, booths up and down the sides of the hallway. "Now that's what I like to see." John mused. He stared for a moment longer, until he realized that something was different. Although there was business and commotion everywhere, a stillness seemed to stand out somehow. Moving closer to the vid, he scrutinized more closely. He couldn't pick anything out until his eye fell on a man in the middle of the hallway. The strange thing was, he wasn't moving. He had a long, black coat on and his back was turned to the camera. People parted around him, giving him a wide berth. "And who might we be sir?" John wondered. Suddenly, the man whipped around, his eyes blazing with hatred, staring right at the camera. "Good lord!" John flinched as he had been struck. He looked around, realizing he was sitting on the floor. The monitor was black. "What the hell was that??" he said out loud. He needed to relax. "I'll call Delenn." he thought. "That will ease my mind." "Computer, Ambassador Delenn's quarters." he ordered. He got up off the floor, throwing on his robe. Delenn appeared on the screen. "John!" she smiled. "How are you this morning?" John managed a half-hearted smile, "A little shaken. Listen, can I come over?" Delenn looked concerned, "What's wrong? Are you alright?" John waved his hand, "Yea, yea. Can I come over?" Delenn looked a tad chagrined. "Very well. I'll see you in a few minutes." John heaved a sigh and went to get dressed. Delenn sat in thought on her bed, waiting for John. She knew she loved him but sometimes he weighed on her. Then the self-doubt would start to creep in. Was she doing the right thing by staying with him? Should she limit herself to one person this early? There were so many questions, she felt overwhelmed. Sometimes she just wanted to cry, other times she wanted to get angry. Perhaps they needed to talk, yes that was it. They would sit down and talk about their relationship. "Delenn! I don't understand." John moaned. "What's wrong with our relationship? I thought we were going along rather well." Delenn looked pained. "John. There is nothing wrong, its just.... It's about me, not you. I just need some time to....I do not know, to think!" she regretted the edge that had slipped into her voice. "I am Minbari. We are compassionate people. But you can't always rely on me to solve your problems for you." John got angry at this, "Now Delenn, I do not rely on you to solve my problems. I can take care of myself!" John couldn't have imagined what had brought on Delenn's sudden shift in attitude. One day they had been a couple, now they were fighting. It didn't seem real. To Delenn, this situation also seemed a bit unreal. Ever since she had seen that strange man sitting in the Zocalo, her doubts had come back. Maybe she really did want to date other people. This man seemed connected to those feelings. "Perhaps I should try and find him?" she thought. She seemed to hold a strange attraction to this mystery man. "John, I am afraid I have something to do. We will have to continue this some other time." John's demeanor got *very* cold, "Very well Delenn. Goodbye." With that, he was out the door, trying not to let the tears show. After John left, Delenn quickly hurried to her closet and threw on her hooded cloak. She was almost out the door when a thought stopped her. "Where was she going to find this man? He could be anywhere. "He couldn't be in the..." Her door swung shut as she hurried down the hallway. The man sat at his table in the Zocalo, slowly sipping a drink. She was coming. He knew she was coming. In a matter of moments she would be here and then they would be together. As she entered the Zocalo, Delenn's gaze zereoed in on the table. She inhaled sharply, "In Valen's name!". He was there, sitting at the same table. She was trying to figure if she was feeling fear or joy, when she realized she was standing at his table. The stranger looked up at her. "Good afternoon Ambassador Delenn. I am pleased to meet you." he elegantly spoke. As he did so he made a traditional Minbari bow of welcoming. Delenn was impressed by his precision and grace. Most humans never got the bow right. "Not even John." Delenn thought. Her gaze found his face. He smiled at her and spoke. "I am called Kinderfeld. Osiris...Kinderfeld. And I am here for you Delenn. At last, we may be together." Delenn spoke... To be continued...soon -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "...Perhaps you should check the air recycling system, there may be as you say, something in the air...." -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nicholas Thuren "No, my Flarn does not taste like chicken" Bitnet - thuren97@oshkoshw Internet - thuren97@vaxa.cis.uwosh.edu