From: "Gentile, Richard" <RGentile@PHCS.com>
Subject: Re-Post of fan-fic!
Date: Mon, 21 Jun 1999 08:36:01 -0400


    OK! Let's try this again! If this works (<Crosses Fingers?) I will send
Part 2 at some point soon!
Thanks for all your patience and my apologies again!
	***Hey all. Standard disclaimer apply to this story; I don't own the
characters, I'm just using them, blah, blah,blah....  Please note this is my
first fan fiction, so constructive criticism and comments are appreciated,
but let it be noted that I am flame-retardant!:> Send all comments to
ShadowDenizen@Yahoo.Com. (That should tell you where my sympathies lie!)  
      	This is a story about my favorite character, (Morden) and it takes
place after the Season 5 Episode "Day of the Dead". Hope you enjoy!***
PS; Words in italics indicate a characters thoughts.
		


	MORDEN'S RETURN (Part 1 of ?)
	By Rich Gentile

		"Identicard, please?" Security Chief Zack Allan didn't even
look up from his datapad.  
		"Oh, of course" the handsome young man responded, fumbling
in the pockets of his elegant suit clumsily.
		After several seconds, Zack breathed a sigh of agitation,
looking up to see who exactly it was that was holding his line up. He was
struck by a sense of recognition. He knew the face, but he couldn't put a
name with it...
		"Oh, here it is." The man grinned sheepishly, handing over
the hard plastic strip.
		"Thanks." Zack replied, a tiny bit of sarcasm tingeing his
voice. He inserted the card into his datapad. Let's get this over with
quickly. Zack thought. Threes a ton of people in line behind him waiting to
be admitted. Then his pad beeped, displaying information about the visitor.
Zack stared, open- mouthed. This can't be. This just can't be. I knew he
looked familiar.
Maintaining his composure, Zack spoke into his link. "Lou, can you get
someone to man the Docking Bays? I gotta something that requires my
attention."
		"Will do, Chief." Lou's gravelly voice spoke over the link.
		"Mr. Morden, is it?" Zack turned to face the familiar
looking young man. 
		"That's correct. Is there a problem, Officer?"
		Zack was saved from having to answer that particular
question by the arrival of one his crew.
		"Roberts, take over here. Mr. Morden, if you would be so
kind as to step this way?"
		"I repeat- Is there a problem, Officer?" Even now, Morden
still held his trademark smile, an inquiring look on his face.
		Zack struggled to keep even tone, despite wanting to punch
Morden right in the face. All the tragedy and mayhem that followed this
man.. How many of his friends had died at this man's behest.. All of it came
surging back to him.  Then, a semblance of sanity returned, and he though
Get hold of yourself, Allan, It can't be Morden.  He's dead, his head is
still sitting on a pike outside the Centauri Imperial Place.
		"If you'd step this way, sir?" Zack kept his voice
emotionless. He escorted Morden to a small interrogation room, motioning for
Morden to have a seat.
		"Do you treat all your visitors to the Station this way,
Officer?"
		"Don't pull that with me. I know all about you."
		"I don't think that's possible, Officer. I'm afraid this is
my first visit to the station."
		Zack activated his link, speaking into it. "Captain Lochley,
this is Zack. I've got a situation here that requires your attention."
		"On my way, Zack." Lochleys voice responded over the comm.
		"Now, Mr. Morden, you mean to tell me that you have no
recollection of being on Babylon 5 before?"
		"That's right, Officer" he looks at Allans name
badge,"Allan." his voice now held the faintest tinge of annoyance. "I just
arrived from Earth, aboard the liner Callisto, which I do believe you saw me
disembark from. So," he paused momentarily, the last part of his sentence
coming out in a sibilant hiss.
What, exactly, do you want, Officer Allan?"
		The door hissed open, and Captain Elizabeth Lochley entered,
looking stern and regal in her Earthforce outfit. "What is the problem,
Mr.Allan?" Then she saw Morden, and look of anger mixed with just a touch of
fear crossed her face.
		"Captain, may I introduce Mr. Morden, just arrived from
Earth."
		"Mr.Allan, isn't he.."
		"Yes Captain, he is, or so the rumors go."
		For the first time in her life, Captain Elizabeth Lochley
looks flummoxed. She has seen much in her life (most of it in the past few
months.), including a showdown between rogue-telepaths and the Psi-Corps,
the return of her dead friend Zoe from beyond the grave, and the recent
bombing of Centauri Prime. But this, this could be BAD...
		"Mr.Allan, why don't you escort Mr.Morden to the Green
sector and get him a guest room? Then meet me in the Ready Room."
		"Will do, Captain. After you." he turns to Morden gesturing
for him to rise.
		Lochley pulls Zack aside, speaking to him in a hushed
whisper. "Take him the back way, Zack, Try to keep this as low profile as
possible. We don't want to spread word that he's here, although I will
convene a meeting of the Ambassadors. They, at least, deserve to know what's
going on, and may be instrumental in finding out who he really is and why
he's here." Then, in a louder voice, addressing Morden; "How long do you
plan on staying on B5, Mr. Morden?"
		Morden turns, fixing his winning smile on Lochley. "I'm not
sure, Captain. But time will tell, Captain. Time will tell."
		As Morden exited, escorted by Zack, Lochley felt a chill run
up her spine. What's that old saying? Like someone just walked on your
grave. Lochley thought.
		(Obviously to be continued....)
		
From: "Gentile, Richard" <RGentile@PHCS.com>
Subject: Fan Fiction Pt. 2

Hey everyone! I'm *Attempting* to post Part 2 of my fiction pieces- I
apologize once again, but with the gracious help of some of the Rangers, I'm
hopin this piece should come through unscathed! If it does <Crosses fingers,
I'll attempt Part 3....

		
	***Disclaimers in Part 1. Comments/criticism to
ShadowDenizen@Yahoo.Com. Italics indicate 
characters thoughts. ***

		
	MORDEN's RETURN(Part 2/of ?)
	By Rich Gentile

	"This really isn't necessary, Mr. Allan." Mr. Morden repeated.
	"Oh, but it is, Mr. Morden. Trust me."
	"I'm quite capable of taking care of myself without a nursemaid."
	"Captain Lochley has ordered that you have an escort posted outside
your quarters at all 
times,as well as when you leave. It's for your own safety as well as ours,
Mr. Morden. Trust me."
	They were heading down the corridors of Green Sector towards the
temporary quarters 
that had been assigned to Morden. And thank Gods it one of the areas that
has few people. If word of this 
got out... Zack hesitated, not wanting to think of what would happen if word
of this got out. Only here on 
B5 can someone who was executed well over a year ago come back and receive a
warm wlecome. If it were 
up to me, I'd space the creep.
	"So," Zack drawled. "You said you'd never been here on B5 before.
What a damn liar!
	"That's correct, Mister Allen. I was an specialist in ancient
languages working for IPX, 
Until my wife and daughter were killed in the terrorist bombing of Io." A
look of loss crossed his face, 
quickly replaced by the omni-present smile that was his trademark. He
fondled the crystal necklace that 
hung around his neck, as if for strength, then continued. "After that, there
was no reason to stay on Earth, 
so I decided to roam the stars."
	"And what brings you to B5?" 
	"Personal business, Mr. Allan. Or is that is an official question as
Chief of Security?"
	Careful, Zack, Don't let yourself get riled up. This guy hasn't
broken any regs yet. Hell, 
we're not even sure if it really is Morden. I mean the guy's supposed to be
dead, rotting outside the 
Imperial Palace. "Just making conversation. Ahh.. here we are. Lou." he
nodded at his second, Lou Welch, 
who was standing outside the door. Lou nodded in return.
	"Here's your passkey, Mr. Morden." Zack said flatly, passing it over
to him. "I would 
download a copy of the stations regs ASAP. I think you're gonna need them.
If you need anything or need 
to go somewhere, let Lou know and he'll arrange an escort for you."
	"Do you treat all your guests this way, Mr. Allan? I must say, I'm a
bit dumbfounded by 
this...unwelcome..reception Have I inadvertently done some something to
offend you or your superiors?" 
He smiled at Allan.
	If you only knew the half of it, you smug bastard. "I have a feeling
Captain Lochley will 
want to speak to you sometime soon, so be expecting a call from her."
	"Oh, I will." Morden replied as Zack turned to leave. "Oh, one last
thing, Mr. Allan?"
Zack turned back, frowning. "We'll talk later, you and I. You never did tell
me what you wanted."
Zack blushed as, unbidden, thoughts of the recently departed Lyta Alexander
ran through his mind.
Behind him Morden nodded silently.

	Meanwhile, in the B5 Council Chambers;
	Captain Elizabeth Lochley took a deep breath before pounding the
gavel on the table.
	"I call this meeting of the B5 advisory council to order."
	She gaveled the meeting to order, surveying the room. Flanking her
was Lieutenant 
Commander David Corwin in his C&C Uniform. Also present in the vaulted room
were emissaries of the 
other major powers. There was Vir Cotto of the Centauri Republic, looking
nervously about the room as 
was his wont; Ambassador Ta'Lon of the Narn Regime, his Ka'Tok strapped to
his back, and  Ambassador 
Ranarra of the Minbari Federation, regal and proud.
	"I apologize for calling you all together on such short notice, but
it seems that we have a 
problem. A problem that may may affect all of you as well as everyone else
on Babylon 5. It seems that, 
earlier today, Zack Allan, our Chief of Security found that we had been paid
a visit by someone most of 
you should know, or at least heard of."
		
		Ambassador Ta'Lon stood up. "And who would that vistor be
exactly, Captain?"
		Well, here goes nothing! "A man came through docking
claiming to be Mr.Morden, an 
former ally of the Shadows before they went beyond the Rim."
		"That is impossible, Captain." Vir stood up. "I personally
saw Morden killed, witnessed 
his head hanging from a spike as a warning to the next generation. It's
obviously someone playing a joke. 
A very bad, unfunny joke."
		"That was our first thought, also, Ambassador Cotto, but
with B5's history, it bears some 
looking into."
		"I agree with Captain Lochley." Ranarra added her two cents.
"Babylon 5 has a history of 
the  paranormal and the extraordinary becoming commonplace."
		"So," Lochely continued, "we were hoping that you,
Ambassador Cotto, would contact 
Emperor Mollari and consult with him about this, since he, perhaps, knows
Mr.Morden better than 
anyone."
		Ta'Lon upon hearing this, grumbles loudly.
		"Well, Captain, relations between the Centauri and the
Alliance are strained, but, in the 
interest of good-will, I will make an effort to speak to the Emperor."
		"That's all we can ask, Ambassasdor. So this meeting is
dismissed for now, and we'll 
readjourn soon. If any of you finds out anything else, contact either myself
or Lt. Corwin. and, of course, 
this is to remain strictly between us. I don't want word of this getting
out!
			(TO BE CONTINUED)