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All right, what's wrong now?

This is my analysis of the latest reports
from the Rangers.

We've had a major increase in attacks
against shipping lines of Alliance worlds.

Hit-and-run attacks, very efficient.

No survivors, no warning.

So far, very typical Raid...

I do not think these are Raiders, John.

The ships were destroyed
with the cargo still onboard?

Raiders strike quickly, knock out
communications and navigational control...

...plunder the cargo bays,
then destroy the ships.

Whoever is behind these attacks
isn't interested in cargo or profit.

They are not Raiders.

These attacks are being carried out
with almost military-like precision.

Textbook search-and-destroy missions.

Do the Rangers have any idea
who's responsible for this?

Nope. No survivors, no witnesses
and no evidence.

The transports were so overwhelmed
they didn't have a chance to fight back.

Well, until now the other worlds probably
figured this is just a local problem.

When they find out it's this widespread...

When do the others get this report?

You're required to give the Council briefings
on matters affecting their security...

...within 24 hours of reviewing them
in-house.

Every member race has been hit equally...

...and the attacks
have been totally random...

...so that rules out border skirmishes
or political disagreements.

There is no one obvious to blame.

Which means they'll blame
each other, randomly.

Deploy Rangers
along the main shipping lines...

...monitor all frequencies
for distress signals.

We have to find out
who is responsible for this...

...or we're going to have
a real problem.

A highly trained but unknown military force
striking randomly against our allies?

I'd say we already have a real problem.

And so it begins.

- There's a hole in your mind.
- What do you want?

No one here is exactly what he appears.

Commander Sinclair is being reassigned.

Why don't you eliminate
the entire Narn Homeworld?

I see a great hand
reaching out of the stars.

President Clark signed a decree
declaring martial law.

These orders have forced us
to declare independence.

Unless your people get off their
encounter-suited butts and do something...

You're The One who was.

Why are you here?

I think of my beautiful city
in flames.

Get out of our galaxy!

We are here to place President Clark
under arrest.

Prime Minister Mollari,
so good to have you back.

I trust your journey
was a pleasant one.

Not really, no.

And I see you've brought
your own entertainment with you.

An excellent idea.

And quite brave of you to let him so close
without keeping him in chains.

Perhaps we should change that.

Just a few chains to make the others more
comfortable before we put him in a cell.

He is my bodyguard.

Well, it's good to know that
Your Excellency's sense of humor...

...is still intact after such a long voyage.

Well, now, perhaps if we could
show you to your room...

Minister Vitari, I wasn't joking.

His name is G'Kar.

And he...

He is my bodyguard.

And I can find my room very well
on my own, thank you.

What time is dinner here?

- Sundown.
- Good, I'm starved.

Is that the last of them?

Good. Close it up.

Yesterday something happened
that will change the lives of everyone...

...perhaps even alter
the course of the future.

Most of you know Lyta Alexander.

During the Shadow War
she served the Vorlons...

...acted as their go-between.

They adjusted her abilities,
made her stronger...

...and revealed the truth to her.

And last night...

...she revealed it to us.

While some telepaths on other worlds
evolved naturally...

...the majority were created
by the Vorlons...

...through centuries
of genetic manipulation.

They created us so we could be used
by other worlds...

...as weapons in their war
against the Shadows.

That is all we are to them.

Things to be used and thrown away.

All that was bad enough...

...but to find
that we would not even be telepaths...

...would not be hunted down
and caged and controlled...

...if the Vorlons had not interfered
with our genetic makeup...

...made us into what we are...

Byron, what is done is done.

We can't change what we are.

No, we can't.

But if we are what we are
because we were made this way...

...then I have to say to our makers,
"You are responsible."

The Vorlons are gone.

The Vorlons, the Shadows,
they're all gone.

- There's no one left.
- Yes...

...but their legacy remains.

We are that legacy.

A legacy created with one purpose.

To serve the other worlds
in a war that is now over.

Which leaves us where?

Abandoned?

Alone?

No.

There is another way...

...but it is dangerous.

Yes.

Hello, prime minister.

Hello, Jano.
Where have you been?

I've been asking for you.

I was away. I only just now learned
of your return.

- I hope this isn't a bad time.
- No, just having a drink before bed.

- Here, sit, my old friend.
- Thank you.

It's good to see you again.

- How are you?
- Well.

Sheridan's new Alliance
is keeping me very busy.

I have come back just to see
how things are doing here.

How is the regent?

- Not well, they say.
- They say?

- Haven't you seen him?
- He remains in seclusion.

Officially, only his personal physician
and a few trusted aides...

...have seen him for,
oh, almost two months.

And unofficially?

Some of the staff have found him
wandering the palace late at night.

They say he talks to himself.

Cries, wails, curses...

...and then falls silent
when somebody approaches.

Sometimes he says he has something
important to tell them...

...and then a cloud seems to pass
over his face, and he walks away.

Once, before he could be brought
to his room...

...he told a guard to kill him,
that he was not himself.

Of course, he was quite drunk
at the time.

Was he?
I find that very strange.

I've known the regent
since I came to the Royal Court.

He doesn't drink.

He cultivated sobriety as his only vice.

A break with conventional,
accepted behavior.

- Perhaps he's changed.
- Perhaps. Well...

Things do seem quieter
than when Cartagia was in charge.

Oh, quieter, yes, yes.

But also stranger.

I was updating the status report
on our fleet, standard protocol...

...when an aide to the regent
told me to stop.

He said that information
was for the regent only.

And other reports too. Grain production,
food supplies, ore production...

...have all been reclassified
as top secret.

- Why?
- I don't know.

Nobody does.

It's a strange thing, Londo.

It's a feeling
more than anything I can point to.

As if a darkness
had fallen over the palace.

I've never felt anything
quite like it before.

But I'm glad you're back, Londo.

If anybody can find out
what is going on, it's you.

And while the regent
can refuse to see me...

...it would be very hard to avoid seeing
his own prime minister.

All right, Jano.

Keep an eye out for anything else
you might consider strange.

Let me know what you find out
and I will bring it to the regent myself.

Perhaps it's nothing,
just whispers and rumors...

...but just once I would like to find myself
wrong about these things...

...for a change.

- Good night, Londo.
- Good night, Jano.

See you in the morning.

Oh, yes.

Lights.

Lights!

Who's there?

Regent?

- Is that you?
- Yes. Yes.

So they tell me.

Now, what are you doing here?

Why, I came to see you, Lord Jano.

Why else?

Certainly not the d�cor.

Once I would have thought...

...pastels for the curtains.

But I think we're
well beyond pastels now.

No.

No bright colors anymore.

Just darkness.

I remember...

...when you were just a child...

...Emperor Turhan once picked you up...

...and carried you
all around the palace.

- Do you remember?
- Yes, regent, I remember.

But you shouldn't be here.

It's late. You should be asleep.

Yes.

I suppose I should.

But I wanted to see you.

I so wanted to see you again.

You do understand, Jano...

...that if it were my decision...

...I would never let anyone harm you.

I would never let anyone hurt you...

...if it were my decision.

But it's not my decision, you see.

Not my decision at all.

Then it's decided.

The Yolu government will not oppose
the independence...

...of the colonies in Sector 800 in exchange
for an agreement by the Alliance...

...to intercede in all border disputes there
for the next 20 years.

Are there any challenges?

Good.

Then the motion is passed.

I think that concludes
all our business today.

Thank you for coming.

Oh, and we have an updated report
on the security of your shipping lines.

It'll be uplinked
to your systems tonight.

And now the screaming begins.

It's started.

There's no turning back now.

I'll need you to stay here and coordinate
things while I go find Mr. Garibaldi.

In the next 24 hours I'll need you
more than I've ever needed anyone.

Your strength, your wisdom...

...your warmth.

Byron, aren't you ever afraid?

Constantly, Lyta.

Constantly.

Oh, Prime Minister Mollari, good.
I'm so glad you've come.

I was telling the others about
your exquisitely ironic choice...

...of a Narn for a bodyguard, but anyone
who wasn't there refused to believe me.

I could hardly believe it myself.

But now that you're here...

Yes, I am here,
and I would like to see the regent.

I'm afraid that's not possible,
prime minister. The regent is not well.

But he did ask me to convey
his best wishes to you and your...

...whatever, and to say that he will
join us when his strength permits.

I see.

And where is Lord Jano?
He said he would meet me here.

I'm sorry, prime minister...

...it is all I can do to keep
my own itinerary straight...

...let alone that of Lord Jano's.

But I will inquire,
if that is what you want.

Yes, please.

Mollari! This business
has gone far enough.

The palace guard should be
protection enough for anyone.

To bring one of those in here
is a slap in the face to every Centauri...

...who's given his life guarding the palace.
And it recklessly endangers everyone here.

Endangers? How?

Narns are barbarians. Primitives.

Turn your back on them,
they'll stick a knife in it.

A Narn would never stab
a Centauri in the back.

It has always been our tradition
to go for the chest.

That way you can see the life
go out of their eyes as they fall.

Just doing my best
in the interests of accuracy.

So you were in error, it happens.

Be assured that I do not carry a grudge.

No?

Interesting.

I brought someone with me.

Do you recognize him?

Yes.

This is the Centauri that whipped me
before Cartagia.

Do you recognize
what he's holding?

Yes. That is the whip he used.

I put his fate in your hands.

In front of these witnesses,
I say that you will not be prosecuted...

...or charged for anything
you might do.

Go on.

Tell me, minister,
if I were to strike you...

...which would you be angry at:
The hand that struck you...

...or the heart that commanded
the hand to strike?

Well, the heart, of course.

The hand has no choice
but to do as it is told.

It is the heart that carries the burden...

...and that heart is dead
in both of us, minister.

It died with Cartagia
and it died in me soon after.

Besides...

...everyone knows that the true source
of pain is neither the hand nor the heart.

It is the mouth.

Is it not, minister?

Mollari, I think that you should
follow me at once.

I just came in to look for him
and I found Lord Jano...

...like that.

I shall summon the palace guard.

This is a terrible day, Mollari.

I looked in his eyes
when I searched him.

This was not a man
who would seek death.

Yes.

Jano would never kill himself.
Never.

He was murdered!

And I appreciate your taking the time
to see me, Mr. Garibaldi.

Not a problem.
What can I do for you?

I'd like permission to address
the Council for the Alliance.

- About what?
- I'd rather not say.

- Then the answer is no.
- It's rather important.

Then you're gonna
have to tell me what it is.

Look, you've got Sheridan, Delenn, all the
ambassadors from all the member worlds.

That's a lot of people, and they're busy.
If they're gonna give you five minutes...

...they're gonna need to know why.
So if you can't tell me...

...there's nothing I can do.

You've had a number of attacks
against Alliance shipping lines.

By now the other races
know all about it.

- Yeah, they're pretty upset about it.
- Exactly.

My information could calm them down,
but if I give it to any one person first...

...they'll think it's a trick. It has
to be done in front of all of them.

And I want to thank the Brakiri
for their help in rescuing survivors...

...from a burning Drazi transport.

It is exactly that kind of cooperation
that the Alliance stands for.

All right. If there is no other business...

...we have someone who wants
to address the Council.

Byron?

I'm afraid I'm going to divert
from my prepared comments...

...but this matter is no less important
than the one I was expected to address.

The reports Lyta is handing out
contain detailed information...

...on how the Vorlons created telepaths
on a hundred different worlds...

...through centuries
of genetic manipulation.

Human telepaths were among
those created by the Vorlons...

...to serve their needs, and yours,
during the Shadow War.

Now the war is over
and we are abandoned.

We belong to no one.

We have been caged, pursued
and forced into a kind of slave labor...

...all for your benefit.

So now I turn back to you
and say you must help us.

The Alliance we were created to serve
must now help its creations...

...by giving us and all telepaths
a Homeworld of our own.

Byron, you are out of order.

Now, what you are asking for...

Is small compared to the sacrifices
we have made.

There are many habitable worlds
on the edge of your territories...

...which have no real value to you.
- There is nothing we can do.

- What you are asking for...
- Will be given!

For a very long time now
we've hidden what we can do...

...all for your sake.
That will now change.

We do not believe in violence.
That is not our way.

Our way is information.

Over the last two days, each of you
has been followed by one of my people.

They have scanned every thought,
every secret...

...every hidden thing
you would not want known.

We now have all your secrets.

Give us a Homeworld of our own...

...and you will never
hear from us again.

Fail to do so
and all your secrets will be revealed.

Never, ever, ever trust a telepath!

I swear to you that I'm gonna have that
tattooed on the inside of my eyelids.

- Damn it, I'm sorry...
- It wasn't your fault.

Byron's telepaths have provided us
with solid information...

...since you brought them
into the covert intelligence division.

- You couldn't know they would pull this.
- I should've known.

Don't they understand what they're doing?
They might as well have rolled in a grenade.

Look, they were very smart
in not saying exactly what they knew.

Unless they do a deep scan,
a telepath can only pick up...

...what you're thinking at the moment.

But who the hell remembers every
passing thought they had for two days?

Leaving everyone to assume they know
the most damaging information possible.

Which begs the question:

What are we going to do about it?

Perhaps they are right.

It is true that Vorlons
guided their evolution...

...creating telepaths for their own purposes,
to serve our needs in the war.

Perhaps we do have an obligation to them.

Fine. I'll set them up a trust fund.
But a Homeworld of their own? Come on!

If you were hated by your own race,
forced to join the Psi Corps...

...or forced to take drugs to inhibit
your talents for the rest of your life...

...if you had been hunted
and enslaved by the others...

...would you not want
a place of your own?

A place where others like you could gather
safely without fear of persecution?

Okay, I grant you, on a strictly
idealistic level it's understandable.

But they did it the wrong way,
the inconvenient way.

I seem to recall the Earth president
saying the same thing to you...

...after your civil war.

I hate it that she has a memory,
don't you?

Damned inconvenient.

Well, at least it's still
a political problem.

So far it hasn't turned violent.

Yet.

Is there ever a time when
you are not eating, G'Kar?

As bodyguard,
I must keep up my strength.

I could be called upon to give my life
to save yours at a moment's notice.

It's bad luck to die
on an empty stomach.

We believe that...

Yes?

Prime minister, the regent
will see you now.

I believe you know the way
to his private bedchamber.

Yes.

- G'Kar?
- Yes?

- I'm glad you had something to eat.
- So am I. When I move, run.

Run!

G'Kar!

G'Kar!

Mollari...

...you should never have come back
to Centauri Prime.

You are an obstacle to my ambitions.

With one move I remove you.

Are you all right?

- Yes, I think so.
- Good.

I suggest we leave the area
before others come.

I gave very explicit orders
that no one was to leave the area...

...until we heard back from the Council.
- We needed supplies.

- He said he'd come right back.
- Don't you understand?

They're afraid of us right now.

We have to stay here quietly,
peacefully.

They have to see we're not
acting against them.

If they come after us,
we'll need supplies.

They won't.

If we stay together, do nothing to break
the laws, security will have to protect us.

If we split up, anything can happen.

- Then we'll go after them.
- No.

That would only further complicate
the situation.

We can only hope that...

One of your kind
violated our ambassador.

Which was it?

- We have to help them.
- No. Stay here.

We cannot return violence with violence.
We have to wait.

I can't! You said we had to look out
for each other, protect each other.

We have to stop them!

- Mr. President.
- Zack.

I assume you heard.

We just finished
debating the problem.

I always wondered
what it would take...

...to make all these ambassadors
act together.

And now I know.

That's the worst thing you can do
to someone, Zack...

...threaten to reveal his secrets.

On top of that, now the Drazi are claiming
their people were attacked by telepaths...

...that threats were made.

With everyone already wired up
over the attacks on their shipping lines...

...it was the proverbial straw
that broke the camel's back.

- I assume Captain Lochley sent you.
- Yes, sir.

And I assume she reminded you
to remind me...

...that she thought this idea of a colony
of telepaths was a bad idea from the start.

Yes, sir.

Yeah.

Well, maybe she was right.

She wants me to pull them in,
but they came here under your protection.

She won't contravene that.

She needs your authorization
before she can take them out.

- How many people are we talking about?
- Well, it's hard to say.

They don't have to register as telepaths,
they keep to themselves...

...reports are about 50 to 150 people
living down there.

Maybe Delenn was right.

Maybe we do owe them a lot more
than we've given them.

But there's nothing we can do
until we have them in custody.

Then maybe we can calm things down.

As of now,
I am withdrawing my protection.

You are authorized to move
as soon as you are ready.

Do what you have to do, Zack.

They'll be coming for us soon.

We need to prepare. Move all our food
stores in here, get everyone together.

Byron, I can try talking to Sheridan.

- He'd listen to me.
- I'm sure he would.

But the situation is almost certainly
beyond his control.

The other ambassadors
will insist on our arrest.

Then what do we do?
Go along like sheep when they come for us?

No. We will refuse to be arrested,
but we will do so peacefully.

We'll weld shut all the air doors,
block all the transport tubes.

They'll have to dig us out
inch by inch.

What do we do when the food runs out?

Then we will have nothing to eat.

When the other worlds hear
of our starving here...

...for the dream of our own Homeworld,
it may soften their hearts towards us.

The longer it takes them to get to us, the
more we may have a chance to negotiate.

In time, cooler heads may prevail.

No!

When I was first identified as a telepath,
my family said to wait.

"Perhaps they won't come for us.
Perhaps we can work this out in peace."

But they came for me
and my sister.

And now they will come for all of us.

We've spent years on the run,
and in those years, we've been free...

...from the Psi Corps, free from the hatred
and the oppression and the fear.

How many of you
want to go back to that?

Because that is exactly what will happen
if we sit here and wait.

Then what do you propose?

You had the right idea, Byron.
You just didn't go far enough.

We have their secrets.
We can fight back.

I say we leave here while we can,
split up and strike back.

Make them understand
that if they give us what we want...

...we'll go in peace.

But if they don't, we fight.

- You'll fight?
- Yes.

And kill?

If necessary.

We took these from the Drazi.

We can get more.

Have you learned so little?

Is there not one of you
who understands?!

I am staying here.

Whoever wishes to go can go.

I have no hold over you.

- Byron...
- Go.

While you still can.

And I can't tell you how glad we are...

...that you escaped harm, prime minister.

How did you manage to escape?

Well, I live a charmed life.
Clean living.

Well, Vole was always trouble,
you know.

Yes, even the regent has had difficulty
containing his ambitions.

Well, it won't be a problem anymore.

He has overreached himself.

- The regent...
- And where is the regent?

Pardon?

Well, you said the regent
was ready to see me.

Was he or wasn't he?

Or were you merely setting me up
for Vole's attempt on my life?

You almost had me going there.

Where is the regent?

Well, I don't actually know,
you see.

He was there when I sent for you,
but then when I came back he was gone.

But I assure you that every
possible attempt will be made...

...to locate him just as soon as possible.

Yes, yes, please, please.
Thank you. Thank you.

Yes.

Are you sure?

Regent.

Regent Virini.

Hello, Mollari.

Beautiful night, isn't it?
As nights go.

And they go so quickly now.

- Are you all right?
- Yes, yes.

No.

I'm glad we got there in time
to save you, Mollari.

You know, you were the only one
who treated me fairly...

...when Cartagia was here.

But he's still here...

...isn't he?

His legacy.

Then it was you who saved me?

No.

Not exactly.

It was them.

They like you, you know.

That's why they saved you.

They say you are just like them.
They say...

- They say you have much in common.
- They? Who are they?

Quietly, Londo.

Quietly.

You will follow me.

You will be emperor soon.

Yes.

I'm sorry.

I'm so...

...so sorry.

They have a message for you.

They say, "We know you have been asking
about our supplies and ships."

They say:

"Let it go."

You will understand it all soon enough.

- No, I want to understand it now.
- No!

No, you don't.

If you have ever believed me before,
Londo, believe me now.

You still have time.

Enjoy it.

Run in the sunlight.

Eat, laugh.

Like a fool.

You have so little time.

You should go now.

- Quickly!
- Regent...

We will speak...

...one more time before the end.

Go now!

Go on!

Well, what did you learn?

I don't know.

Come along.

I didn't say anything.

L... I didn't say...

I didn't... I didn't...

- G'Kar.
- Yes?

Tomorrow morning we will arrange
for the first transport back to Babylon 5.

- I thought you were staying for a month.
- Yes, so did I.

G'Kar...

...I have been in the Royal Palace
on and off for most of my life.

Even when Cartagia was here
I never lost my affection for it.

But tonight, for the first time...

...I think it frightens me.

Frightens you?

Well, I won't be getting
any sleep tonight.

What could they be doing
with our ships, I wonder.

We beg you, do not fire!
We're unarmed!

We've done nothing to you!

We've done nothing!

Is this thing on?
It is?

This is Babylon 5 station security
to telepaths in Brown Sector.

We are aware that you have sabotaged
the transport tubes...

... and welded the access hatches shut.

You are ordered to remove these
obstructions and surrender at once.

Failure to do so will result in direct
confrontation with our forces...

... and I imagine you don't want that
any more than we do.

Lyta, if you're in there...

... come on out now and we may
be able to intercede for you.

Anyone else who wants to come out,
do so now.

If you stay...

... if any of you stay there
and resist the order of the president...

... that you surrender yourselves
and this area...

... we cannot be held responsible
for the consequences.

You could go, Lyta.

I don't want to.

We can hold them off for a day.

Two days, maybe three.
No more.

There will come a moment when
I will ask you to leave me behind.

When that moment comes,
you must do exactly as I say.

Promise me that, Lyta.

Promise me.

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