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Crews report they'll be finished
by 1500 hours.

Good. I want to send a message
to Babylon 5...

attention of Capt. John Sheridan.

And take this down exactly.

Oh, good. Captain, I was about to call.
We just received a message for you.

It's from Capt. Maynard of the Cortez.

- It's rather rude, sir.
- Rude?

Unless all your friends call you
"Swamp Rat."

That's an old nickname and a long story.
I'll have to tell you about it sometime.

The Cortez is coming here for resupply.

Yes, she just sent in the requisition
separately. She's asking for a lot.

- Must've been out a long time.
- At least five years.

How many Explorer-class ships
have visited Babylon 5?

- None. Until now.
- Well, you're in for a real treat.

Explorer ship coming through the gate,
commander.

Impressive.

Take a good look, people.

If you're supremely lucky you may see
two ships like her in your lifetime.

Captain, I believe your friend Stinky
has arrived.

The Babylon Project was our last,
best hope for peace.

A self-contained world, five miles long,
located in neutral territory.

A place of commerce and diplomacy...

for a quarter of a million
humans and aliens.

A shining beacon in space,
all alone in the night.

It was the dawn
of the Third Age of mankind.

The year the Great War came upon us all.

This is the story of the last
of the Babylon stations.

The year is 2259.
The name of the place is Babylon 5.

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BABYLON 5 2x04 "A DISTANT STAR"

- It's really great to see you, Jack.
- Yeah, you too, John.

Last I heard, you were heading
for the Rim.

Yeah, yeah, we spent two years
mapping most of Sector 900.

You'll probably get the updated
star charts in about a month.

Saw you on the news when they
announced your posting here.

Don't tell me you get ISN
all the way out on the Rim now.

Hell, no. No, we got called back in to do
a repair on one of the Euphrates gates.

Well, we had to do a resupply anyway,
so when I heard the news...

I thought we ought to stop in.

Captain, there you are.

Yes, ambassador.

Jack, this is Ambassador Delenn
of the Minbari Federation.

- Ambassador, Capt. Jack Maynard.
- Ambassador.

Captain, I was hoping to convene a
meeting of the Council later this week...

to discuss the problems in Sector 19.

No problem. I'll rearrange my calendar.
Let me know when, and I'll be there.

Thank you. Captain.

John, she's Minbari?

She doesn't look like one.
I mean, she does but she doesn't.

- I mean, what's the deal?
- We're still trying to figure that out.

There's the story she told us...

but then, the Minbari never tell you
the whole truth.

I know what you mean.

This is some kind of setup
you're running here, John.

Yeah, it's big, beautiful
and crazy-making.

There's more going on here
every minute of every day...

than anywhere else I've ever served.

Yeah, it's quite a job.

Never thought I'd see you in one like it.

Listen, doc, I appreciate your concern,
but I eat what I want, when I want...

- ... and as much as I want.
- That was before you were shot.

You still have iron deficiency. Your
blood pressure's always been a little high.

I'm prescribing presslocomp and
putting you on a restricted diet...

- ... so you mend faster.
- But it's almost time...

for me to make my favorite meal,
bagna cauda.

What is it?

It's kind of an Italian fondue.

See, you start off with a pint of olive oil,
extra virgin. Yeah.

And then you melt about a quarter pound
of butter into it.

Then you take garlic, lots and
lots of garlic and anchovies-

Anchovies? Forget it. Too much salt.
And no bread.

Come on, doc. No salt, no bread,
no anchovies? No bagna cauda.

Tough.

This is a list of things I want you
to try to avoid.

But I like all this stuff. Especial-

Oh, come on, not- Doc, doc, doc...

- ... there's nothing left.
- Well, sure there is.

Here, this is what you can eat, see?
All kinds of things.

- You're serious about this, aren't you?
- I'm not only serious about the plan...

but this gives me the perfect excuse
to call all ranking station personnel...

for an atherogenic factor profile.

People don't eat right, skip meals,
eat strange things at odd hours.

I mean,
someone has to look after your health.

Okay, fine. Diet.

- No, no, no. Food plan.
- Got it.

Mr. Garibaldi.

You'll be needing these.

And Mr. Garibaldi?
I will be monitoring you. Closely.

The Narn and Centauri
were at each other's throats...

the Vorlons had some kind of an
agenda that no one can understand...

the Minbari leadership hated me
immediately and unconditionally...

and Ambassador Delenn was
hibernating in some kind of a cocoon.

And that was just the end of the first day.

So are you handling it?

One day at a time.

I always figured we'd be having
this drink out on the Rim somewhere.

You always said
you wanted an Explorer ship.

Yeah, well, when the president calls,
it's kind of hard to say no.

Funny he should pick someone
that the Minbari don't particularly like.

Well, I try to accord them every
courtesy so they can't complain.

- Not too much anyway.
- What about you, Johnny?

This isn't exactly what you trained for.
It's not really what you wanted.

Jack, I can make a difference here.
It's important.

I suppose.

I just never figured that
a die-hard spacer like you...

would wind up tied to a desk.

Well, it's a hell of a desk
to be tied to.

- To a good visit on Babylon 5.
- Babylon 5.

The Glory Shop, Green Tiger, Finagle's
Place all filed written complaints.

The cart vendors have been bending
my ear as I walk through the Zocalo.

So, what are you doing about it?

We're checking security-system videos in
stores to see if we pick up familiar faces.

I've doubled the Zocalo watch
in the rush hours. Hasn't helped so far.

Sounds like a petty shoplifting wave,
Mr. Garibaldi. Surely you can handle it.

Yes, I can. I just thought you'd want
to be informed.

I appreciate that, but it's your job.

I expect a full report when
you apprehend the thieves. Understood?

But I thought you wanted to know
everything that went on in the station.

Everything important, Mr. Garibaldi.

I expect you to handle the details
in terms of security.

Yes, sir.

But I'd rather hear your stories.
I mean, you gotta remember...

I hear the same ones over
and over again for years on my ship.

The only relief I get is
when we make a supply stop.

- But your stories are much more interesting
- Not necessarily.

- Well-
- Well, there was that time...

that you took leave on Mars,
and that dancer, as I recall-

- Capt. Sheridan?
- Yes, Capt. Maynard?

- July 12, 2253.
- Forget I said anything.

Forget I said anything.

- So where are you headed next, captain?
- Oh, back out to the Rim.

The new Rim, now that we've finished
mapping Sector 900.

We're hoping to build two new jumpgates
by the end of the year...

and then have Earth follow up
with survey ships.

Captain, you've done a lot more traveling
in hyperspace than just anybody else here.

- Is there any truth to the stories?
- What stories?

Well, you know things happen out there.
People see weird things.

"Universe Today" had a story asking
if something was living in hyperspace.

- Nothing can live in hyperspace.
- Well, what do you say, captain?

Well, living?
I don't know about that, lieutenant.

But there's something out there.

And I think it's stranger
than any one of us can imagine.

Were you serious when you said
something was out there in hyperspace?

Serious? What do you mean?

You weren't just yanking their chains
a little...

building up a story
to tweak their imaginations?

No, no. I saw something once.

- Go on.
- Well, it wasn't in hyperspace, though.

But you know, things can get
kind of weird out on the Rim too.

It's funny. You never know
what you're gonna find...

when you look over the edge
of what's known and into what's not.

We were in Sector 857. I took
my nav officer, Lieutenant Patrick...

with me for a look-around
in one of our scout ships.

- And?
- Well, I noticed...

that we'd gotten out of sight
of the Cortez, and I was...

I was just about ready to turn back
when I saw something.

It was maybe 1000 kilometers away,
black against space.

Now, the reason that I know it was there...

is that it blotted out the stars behind it.

I don't know the exact shape of it,
but it was big.

I turned to Pat,
asked him if he could see it...

and when I looked back,
it had vanished.

You are the second person in a month
to tell me...

that there's something strange
going on out on the Rim.

Did your nav officer see it?

Oh, he says he saw a blink,
a change in space.

He doesn't know what it was
any more than I do.

But it's there. And it was real.

Oh, it still sends a shiver up
my back when I think about it.

No, no, no. I don't see how I can do this,
Garibaldi.

If it's the credit you're worried about,
my account can handle it.

Money's not the issue and you know it.
What you want is heavy.

You won't use substitutes.
And the real stuff's hard to come by.

Freighters don't like to carry this 'cause
they can give space to lighter items.

I'm gonna have to hump to get this,
even if I can get it at all.

All right, all right, look.
There's a bonus in it.

- I'm working on it. That's all I can say.
- All right, good enough.

One last thing.
Don't mention this to Dr. Franklin, okay?

Okay, no problem.
But that's gonna cost you.

It's gonna cost me for you
to say nothing to somebody?

How much for you to say
nothing to everybody?

You couldn't afford it.

- Ten pounds?
- Well, a 10-pound gain isn't too bad.

But you could afford to lose it.
Here's a list of foods I want you to avoid.

No meat, low fat, lots of vegetables.

- That's rabbit food.
- It's only for a little while, captain.

We'll get those 10 pounds off in no time.

Who's we?

Well, a doctor and his patient
are a team, captain. Don't you agree?

Sure. And since we're a team,
why don't you do the diet part?

I'm not sure I understand the intent
of this meeting, Teronn.

I have been delegated by others who...

Delenn, there is concern
among our people here on Babylon 5.

Meaning no disrespect, they worry
that you are no longer one of us.

I am more "one of us" at this moment
than I have ever been.

More than you will ever know.

I appreciate your concern, but there
is nothing I can tell you at this time.

- Later-
- This cannot wait.

We need to understand what is happening.

Understanding is not required,
only obedience.

To our own kind, yes.
But that is the question.

Are you any longer our own kind?
We have a right to know.

If you cannot give us what we need,
we will ask permission...

to send a representative
to speak directly with the Grey Council.

Unless you object?

No. No, I have no objections.
Is there anything else?

No. Thank you.

If everything's satisfactory, doctor,
I'll be returning to my duties.

Just one last thing, commander.
I worked out this food plan for you.

- Are you telling me to go on a diet?
- Well-

I'll have you know I don't have
an ounce of fat on my body.

I exercise vigorously
once a day despite my entry and-

But when you eat, you don't eat
enough of the right things.

You have deficiencies in calcium,
iron and several other minerals...

and it's hampering your recovery.
Now, I recommend iron supplements...

and an increased diet- Food plan...

to replenish your system.

- I'll gain weight!
- Briefly, yes.

Figures. All my life
I've fought against imperialism.

Now suddenly,
I am the expanding Russian frontier.

But with very nice borders.

Central Supply, we need
a final data check on issued supplies.

Roger that, Cortez. We've got...

I'll see you when you come back
this way again.

- Well, it might be a few years.
- I sure wish I were going with you.

Yeah, the Big Empty
has a way of grabbing at a man.

It's still just a job to get done, you know.

Duty hours, routine.
Dull stuff half the time.

Every once in a while,
something interesting happens...

but you know,
the adventure's all in the mind.

Well, as my chief of security would say,
that is a load of horse hockey.

The adventure is out there, Jack.
A man has to go meet it.

Well, sometimes it comes to you.
Wait for it, Johnny.

Capt. Maynard,
please report to the Cortez.

You are wanted aboard.
Capt. Maynard, to the Cortez, please.

That'll be my exec,
pestering me with paperwork.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

Now, listen, Swamp Rat. You hold
this place together, you hear me?

I'd like to come back to it.

Babylon Control, this is the Cortez.
C-1, niner-niner. We are ready for jump.

May I?

This is Babylon Control, Cortez.
You are cleared for jump.

I thought this sort of thing was supposed
to be your area of concern, commander.

Yes, sir. Ordinarily it would be.

The Tokati ambassador objects to having
a new consular group from Pak'ma'ra...

quartered next to him.
He claims they smell bad.

Which of course, they do.
And that he's downwind of them.

I assume you explained
that our air is recycled...

and there is no wind up or down
on the station?

Repeatedly, but he insists
he smells something offensive...

and that something
must be his neighbors.

He also insists only you can straighten
out this matter to his satisfaction.

The Abbai delegation is as large as
the Pak'ma'ra group...

and they're two corridors over.
Have them swap quarters.

And you tell the ambassador
that's as upwind as it gets on Babylon 5.

Done and done.

Is there something else, commander?

- If I may speak frankly?
- Yeah.

Ever since the Cortez arrived,
you just haven't been yourself.

I thought perhaps you'd like
to talk about it.

I command starships, Susan,
not cities in space.

These problems, the petty complaints...

the endless bickering,
the constant negotiations.

Jack Maynard said this isn't what
I was trained for, and he's right.

I mean, I am constantly sandbagged,
swamped, drowned...

and snowed under by nothing
but trivia!

I mean, look at this desk.

I can't find a thing on it.
You know me. Is this me?

Starships run on details. You've always
run a tight ship. That's an admirable trait.

B5 can never run in quite the same way.

But you had to settle your share
of crew squabbles in your time...

so forgive me for saying this, but
it must be something more than just that.

Maynard is right. I've been beached.

Hardly. Running B5 takes just as much
energy, intelligence and patience...

- ... as it does to command a starship.
- But there is a difference.

They have turned me into a bureaucrat,
a politician.

I'll tell you one thing. If the primates
that we came from had known...

that someday politicians
would come out of the gene pool...

they'd have stayed up in the trees
and written evolution off as a bad idea!

Hell, I always thought
the opposable thumb was overrated.

You're here because the president
thought you could handle it.

As your executive officer,
I have the right to know...

- ... was he wrong?
- I don't know.

Maybe he was,
and it's just taken this long to sink in.

Look...

take those alien delegations
and switch them around.

And see if you can smooth
any ruffled feathers.

Refresh my memory.

Does the Tokati ambassador
have feathers?

No, sir. I'll take care of it.

What's our ETA on the other side of the-?

Emergency power! All stations report.

X.O.'s hurt bad, sir!

Get Dr. Hunter up here on the double
and check for more casualties.

- Pat, what's our flight status?
- Power's down 30 percent!

We're flying blind. After we jumped...

the fusion reactor spiked
when it came back online.

The system wasn't ready to handle it.
The EMP blew out the tracking system.

Meaning we lost the lock-on signal
from the jumpgate.

Yes, sir. Without it, we can't find
our way out of hyperspace.

It turned out to be kids
stealing on a dare.

Some kind of initiation thing.
We couldn't get a lock on them...

because it was never
the same one twice.

So I slipped some security guards
in as salespeople and...

they nailed one of the kids in the act.
He talked his mouth off. That was it.

- What did you do with them?
- I spaced them.

No.

I made them give back the stuff
and assigned community service.

Seems rather mild punishment.

Not if the community service is cleaning
out the garbage recycling unit.

- This is all his fault, you know.
- Wait a minute-

I agree.
This whole diet thing is your fault.

- Food plan.
- Whatever!

Well, what are we gonna do about it?

Do it nicely.

- Anything?
- Power's coming back,

- ... but the navigation's shot, captain.
- Can you fix it?

We have the parts, but not the time.
It'll take 48 hours minimum.

By that time, we'll be so far off-course,

we'll never find the lock-on signal again.

- Stay with it.
- Yes, sir.

Start transmitting a mayday.

Our transmission's pretty iffy
this far into hyperspace.

Well, send it anyhow.
Something may get through.

Sir, we're getting a message
from the Cortez.

It's a mayday.

Put it on the speaker.

This is the Cortez- There's been an-
Accident- To navig- Instruments-

No lock-on signal- We are-
Stranded in hyperspace- Lost-

Please respond. Mayday. May-
Please respond.

Mayday. Mayday. Mayday.

Take it off speaker. Keep recording.

Some other pieces
may come through in the clear.

Send this response immediately:

"Your signal has been received and help
is on the way." Keep sending that.

- Yes, sir.
- I want all available pilots...

- ... in the squadron bay in 20 minutes.
- I shouldn't need to remind you...

no ship lost in hyperspace
has ever been found again.

I know.

I do not understand the necessity
of these frequent examinations, doctor.

I am fine.

Ambassador,
you've been through quite a change.

Even if I weren't curious from a scientific
point of view, I'm still a doctor.

And you're my patient. I have to make sure
you're not suffering any side effects...

of your transition.

- So...
- Nothing of consequence.

Momentary dizziness. Fatigue. That's all.

Nothing else is bothering you?

How are the other Minbari
reacting to your situation?

- Fine.
- They accept this without question?

Of course.

So when does the new delegation arrive?

- What new delegation?
- I don't know.

I only heard Mr. Garibaldi
mention to someone...

that he was awaiting their arrival.

I believe they're called "bagna cauda"?

Cmdr. Ivanova has briefed you
on the situation.

All we know from the Cortez's
mayday is that...

something has brought
her down in hyperspace.

As the commander has reminded me...

no one has ever recovered a ship
from hyperspace.

- But I'm determined to try.
- How far out is she?

Unknown. We can't pick up a trace
of her lock-on signal.

The further off
the lock-on signal a ship is pulled...

the more distorted her signals.
Now, the first message we got...

from the Cortez was fairly strong,
but it's fading.

So we have to move on this fast.

But if we don't know where she is,
how do we find her?

I have an idea on that. But it's risky.

There's a strong chance
that some or all of the rescue ships...

might not make it back.

We know there is a drift in hyperspace...

that can pull a powerless ship
down the gravitational incline.

The Cortez still has power.
She can hold her position a little longer.

So...

we are going to borrow a page
from the lifeboat service.

When a ship foundered in bad weather...

they'd go in huge dories
to save the crew and passengers.

They'd form a line of lifeboats
from the ship to the shore.

A kind of lifeline.

The first fighter will stop
just inside the gate...

and lock on to the gate signal.

The second fighter will proceed
1000 kilometers further in...

and lock on to the signal
of the first one.

The third fighter will lock on to the
signal of the second one, and so on.

Which leaves the last man
hanging in midair.

But if he's broadcasting a search signal,
there's a chance the Cortez will pick it up.

If they're still in range.

We can extend the range by moving the
fighters out like an expanding telescope.

It's a long shot.

But it's their only chance.

Any questions?

No, sir!

Good. You'll hit space in five minutes.
Good luck.

I'd give anything
to be going with them right now.

So would I.

Zeta Wing,
commence drop-sequence check.

Power up to standby.
Initiate drop sequence.

- Zeta Squadron.
- Zeta Squadron, standing by.

An old friend of mine once quoted me
a ancient Egyptian blessing.

"God be between you and harm...

in all the empty places
where you must walk."

Bring the Cortez home.

- Communication status?
- Nothing from the Cortez now, sir.

Your message is being relayed
from fighter to fighter in hyperspace.

The pilots report no response yet.

Captain.
I'm getting a signal from Babylon 5.

- It's very faint, sir.
- On speaker.

Cortez, this is Babylon Control.
If you can hear us, please respond.

We are sending help.
Cortez, this is Babylon Control.

- If you can hear us, please respond.
- Send this.

Babylon Control, this is the Cortez.

Babylon Control, this is the Cortez.
Lock-on still not functioning.

Cortez, this is Babylon Control.
Keep on broadcasting your mayday.

We're homing in on it and sending
a sheepdog to lead you home.

You got the signal, Warren?

It's hard to get a beat on it, sir.
Radio locator doesn't want to settle.

- Keep scanning.
- Yes, sir.

- All right, what's happening?
- It's gotten scratchy again, sir.

I can't even hear the pilots now.

All right. Carry on.
Why don't you take a break?

Why don't you? Sir.

I can't.

Jack's too old a friend.

If this turns into a wake,
I want to be here.

Is he the one that told you
about the Egyptian blessing?

He was my first commanding officer.

The old Moon-Mars Patrol
before the war.

Damn, I thought he knew everything.

He did too.

Capt. Maynard knows the risks he
takes every time he orders his ship out.

So if it's a wake, I'll drink with you.

But until it is, why don't we just
remember that blessing?

- Mayday. May- This is the Cortez.
- Commander, I've got the signal.

- And locking on.
- Go. I'll hold here.

Yes, sir.

Captain, captain!

I do believe that's our sheepdog.

Keffer!

Galus!

Navigation system inoperative.
Communication disrupted.

Engaging lateral thrusters.

Negative function.

- Where is he? Where's the fighter?
- Increasing range and scanning.

Scanning. Got him.

What's going on?

Come on, come on. Figure it out!

What the hell's he doing?
What's he shooting at?

I don't know.
He keeps firing in the same direction.

But there's nothing out there.

Except...

the way home. He's firing
in the direction he wants us to go.

- Can you calculate that?
- I'm on it.

Communication to Starfury restored.

Cortez, get out of here now!

Starfury, this is the Cortez.
We can come after you. Do you copy?

Nav system not functioning.
Engines down. If you come after me,

we'll both get lost. Go!

Thanks, Starfury.

Pat.

- Lay in the course. Follow the trail.
- Yes, sir.

- Ships coming through.
- How many?

Three. No, four.

Cortez, this is Babylon Control.
Where are the other two fighters?

I'm sorry, Johnny. They didn't make it.

- Nice of you to join me finally.
- Yeah, yeah, I'm late. I know.

- Did you get it?
- Look, the supply-ship cargo master...

begrudged every extra ounce
of every inch of space.

But I called in some favors. You're lucky
I have a few to spare, Garibaldi.

Yeah, so bill me. Where is it?

Bam.

- Yes, yes.
- Okay? All right?

So I asked myself,
now, who on the station...

could pull together the ingredients
of bagna cauda so far from Earth?

Your qualifications precede you,
Mr. Orwell.

Mr. Garibaldi.

Doc. Give me a minute.

It's for my birthday. Honest.
You can check the date.

All right, it's your birthday, so what?

So...

my father always made bagna cauda
for me on my birthday.

Pop was a great cook,
and bagna was his specialty.

And when he used to cook it,
I mean, the smell...

oh, man,
the smell would fill the whole place.

It's funny, you know,
when I watched him cook...

I knew he was doing it because
he loved me. He just could never say it.

And so he did that instead.

He's been gone a long time.

So now I make it myself
once a year.

Honoring him, you know?

It's the only part of him I got left.

Well, in that case...

why don't you make enough for two.

Yeah?

Captain.

- I can come back if you wish to be alone.
- No, no, no. Please.

I heard the news. I'm sorry for your loss.

That's the hard part, isn't it?

- Sending young people out to die.
- But they saved others.

At the right moment, they were
in the right place and knew what to do.

As you did.

What makes you think
this is the right place for me?

The universe puts us in places
where we can learn.

They are never easy places,
but they are right.

Wherever we are is the right place
and the right time.

The pain that sometimes comes...

is part of the process
of constantly being born.

You sound like you've been doing some
thinking about this on your own.

Perhaps.

We are both, I suppose,
going through transitions.

But the universe knows what it's doing.

I wish I had your faith in the universe.

I just don't see it sometimes.

Then I will tell you a great secret,
captain.

Perhaps the greatest of all time.

The molecules of your body are the same
molecules that make up this station...

and the nebula outside
that burn inside the stars themselves.

We are star stuff.
We are the universe, made manifest...

trying to figure itself out.
And as we have both learned...

sometimes the universe
requires a change of perspective.

Thrusters back online.
No lock-on signal detected.

- Estimate remaining oxygen.
- 32.5 minutes.

We've been through a lot together,
haven't we?

Who would've thought?

Computer,
analyze flight path of unknown object.

- Correlate to last sighting.
- Stand by.

Sorry, captain.

Jumpgate activated.

Babylon Control...

- ... request permission to dock.
- Permission granted.

- Welcome home.
- Thank you, sir.

Cmdr. Galus.
The best squadron leader I ever had.

- To Galus.
- To Galus.

So, Lieutenant, do you have any idea
at all what caused the disruption...

- ... that nearly wrecked you?
- And saved me.

When I saw it again, just for a second...

I figured it must be riding
its lock-on...

even though the direction
was nothing like I've ever seen before.

When it came through the first time, it was
on a right angle to the gate's position.

Once I figured that out, I just struck out
in what seemed like the right direction.

As for what it was, I don't know.

There was just this feeling that something
dark and dangerous had gone by.

You know that feeling, like somebody
just walked on your grave?

That's the only way I can describe it.

This feeling something's out there.

You just never forget it.

- I wanna know what it is.
- I'm sure we'll find out one of these days.

At the moment, that investigation
isn't our first order of business.

There is one other.

Lieutenant, I know
this isn't a very good time for this...

but Zeta Squadron
needs a new commander.

- I've decided to give it to you.
- Congratulations.

Say, isn't John supposed to be here?

Yes, he is. That reminds me,
where's Garibaldi?

Trust me, doc. You are gonna love this.

I can feel my arteries hardening just
being in the same room with it.

All right.

- That's good.
- Told you.

- That is very good.
- You think that's good. Wait till dessert.

Wait a minute.
I didn't authorize dessert.

- No? Then you can't have any.
- What is it?

- Doesn't matter. You're not getting any.
- No, no, no. Let's not be hasty.

- No, no, no. Too late.
- This is great.

I see you're hard at it, sir.

I've decided it's time to get back to work.
The station doesn't run itself.

Capt. Maynard, Lt. Keffer and the rest
of the pilots would like you to join them..

in the officer's club.

Give me an hour, and
I'll have everything under control here.

- Yes, sir.
- Ever had a long talk...

with Ambassador Delenn, commander?

From time to time. Why?

She and the universe seem to have
a special relationship.

Don't we all?

Star stuff.

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by Babylonian Productions, Inc...

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