From: Alternate Universe Today Archivist Subject: Into The Darkness Part 1 by Jaron Lewin-Berlin Date: Mon, 20 Jul 1998 00:26:22 -0700 name = Jaron Lewin-Berlin email = title = Into The Darkness pt 1 warnings = story = This is my first posting to this site and this story is an alternate universe story about if the Shadows were not destroyed. It takes place at around the time of Into The fire. Captain John J. Sheridan had failed, he had not gone to Z'ha'dum. He had thrown away his only oppurtunity for victory. Anna had returned without him. The Vorlons would strike. They were about to strike. The war room had picked up scans of their ships heading for Centauri Prime. They would be there before the day was done. The planet would fall. The Vorlons had a new weapon, a deadly weapon. A Planetkiller. The universe was falling about them and they had nothing to do about it. Nothing they could do about it. Suddenly an idea formed in Sheridans mind he picked up his link, "Sheridan to Ivanova." Ivanova answered, "Yes, Captain." "I think I have it, you see you will go with Marcus to Sigma 957 and get the first out there to help us fight the Vorlons, you know how much they hate them." "Yes, Captain," said ivanova, but we need all the people that we can get." "I know its a long shot," said sheridan, " but in the long run it'll be our last hope." "Allright," said Ivanova, "Allright." Londo Mollari stared up at the sky from the royal sand gardens. Cartagia was mad, dead mad. What did he think he was doing. He knew that Centauri Prime would fall, he knew it. Londo noticed someone watching his back and immediatly knew that it was vir. Londo straightned up. "What is it Vir." Vir looked nervous, "Ambassador I came here to tell you that they have, are..." Vir stopped mid-sentence and stared at Londo's face, "I know." Presiedent Willam Morgan Clark stared up at the sky. The senate had recently evacuated the area and he had stayed along with a few others to watch the new fleet of Destroyers launching. They would hit the first immediate targets, Mars, Proxima III, Babylon 5. They and the shadows, they would win, they would win. They would easily, could easily defeat the Vorlons. Clark turned and communicated the Corps headquarters, "Hello, I need to speak with Mr. Alfred Bester." N'grath was dead. Someone had deliberatly murdered him without a trace. The first thought that came to Garibaldis mind was poison. According to Franklins scans, however there was none. Who would kill n'grath, who. Why. There were no burns, nothing on the body but it definetly wasn't old age or disease. and there were no ruptures or dents at all on his armor. Lyta was officially a rouge, a rouge, ever since there alliance with Psi Corps was made they had been looking for her, chasing her. Sheridan had promised her sanctuary. She had refused. The vorlon had promised her sanctuary. He was dead, she was dead. She was running in down below, running, running from life. She had thought about sucicide but everything inside her told her not to, not to. Why. Why. She felt someone chasing her thoughts, someone, someone. Darkness closed about her. -----------------------------------------------