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There you go.

- Captain, you got a minute?
- Sure, what's up?

We've got a Markab transport
almost ten hours overdue.

'I've been trying to raise her
but she's not responding.'

So, I'd like to send
a flight of Starfuries

out to her last known position,
see if there's a problem.

Better to be sure, I agree.

Good, I'll send out
Zeta Squadron

as soon as
Lieutenant Keffer gets back.

I thought Zeta Squadron
was on break.

It is, but some time ago
Keffer saw

or thought he saw
something in hyperspace.

'A ship of some kind.
Unknown configuration.'

'So he's been spending some of
his free time looking for it.'

Tell Lieutenant Keffer
to return to base.

I want all freelance expeditions
curbed from now on.

His fighter is to be recharged
and ready to go within the hour.

Yes, sir.

You could have just accepted
my death certificate

and saved yourself the trip.

It's station policy,
all deaths have to be verified

by station personnel

even in cases of death
by natural causes.

No contusions or abrasions.
No sign of trauma.

He had been ill for some time.

His family is quite content
with my diagnosis.

One might only wish
that you would

extend me the same courtesy.

We do have jurisdiction
over our own kind, you know.

Yes, as you have reminded me
three times already.

Look, Lazarenn,
this is not about courtesy

it's not about respect.

N-nobody knows Markab biology
better than you.

A compliment? Ha-ha.
I think I may faint.

Nevertheless, this is the fourth
dead Markab in three days.

All by natural causes.

Now, statistically,
this is way out of proportion.

Stephen, surely you're not
suggesting foul play.

I'm not suggesting anything.
I just want more information.

'Pending any other findings,
I'll formally'

'accept your certificate
of death.'

However, I do reserve the right
to run a few tests

just to be sure.

I'm gonna go wash up,
then arrange for the deceased

to be transferred to Medlab
for a routine autopsy.

Something here doesn't add up,
and unlike Mr. Garibaldi

I don't like mysteries.

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.

So, we don't know
what the problem is.

There may not be a problem.

But we'd like you to
check it out just in case.

What was her last position?

Sector 23, grid 230, by 9 by 40.

- Cargo?
- Nothing major.

As far as we know.

The Kar'ti
is a civilian transport.

It left the Markab Homeworld
nine days ago.

I've linked her homing beacon
on to your scanners

so you shouldn't have a hard
time finding her, good hunting.

Uh, lieutenant?

Just one more thing.

The captain wants a moratorium

on your little expeditions
into hyperspace.

Come on, commander.
It's on my own time.

That's not the issue.

Things are getting a little
nuts around here right now.

You should know that
better than anyone else.

- There's something out there.
- Yes. There is.

There's something out here.
There's also something in here.

The something in here
is me giving you a direct order.

If there's some part
of that sentence

that you don't understand,
lieutenant

I'll be happy to explain it

to you over
the next four months.

We'll be watching Zeta Squadron

go on missions without you.

Understood.
We'll be back in a few hours.

Well, I have to say,
it looks great.

Thank you, after you
treated me to human-style food

it seemed only fair
to return the favor.

Lennier spent the last two days
preparing the meal.

Two days?

For a meal with
such an honored guest

there are rituals
and traditions.

The food must be
sanctified during

each of the fifteen stages
of cooking.

For instance,
the spices must be blessed

and a specific prayer spoken
when they are used.

Each spice can only be used once

of course, and in
the correct order.

If an error is made, the entire
meal must be abandoned

and we must begin again
from scratch.

So when do you sleep?

One does not sleep
during the cooking.

It could lead to error.

So for two days,
Lennier has not slept.

'In order to remain pure'

he has taken only
water and bread.

Well, I, uh,
I mean, it smells great.

And, uh, I haven't eaten all day

so I'm really looking
forward to this.

Oh, I..

What? What's wrong?

As there are rituals
to follow in preparing

a meal of this nature,
there are other rituals

we must observe
in eating the meal.

Otherwise, the food
is no longer sanctified

and, um, Lennier must begin
all over again.

Well, we certainly wouldn't
want that, would we?

Um, what do I do?

You hand me your bowl
and I hand you mine

'in a gesture of welcoming.'

Yes.

And-and then, we offer
a portion of our meal

to the one who prepared it

'as a gesture of thankfulness.'

Yeah.

Well, that's..

'It is then tradition
for the guest'

to set aside one piece of flarn

in the memory of Valen

in the place that is set aside
for his return.

Uh, and the flarn would be..

- The green.
- Oh.

- Yes. Yes.
- Yeah.

- Well?
- We may eat now.

Good.

With the right hand.

Hmm.

We must now wait for a few
moments before eating again.

In between,
we meditate upon food.

'There she is.'

This is Starfury Squadron
to Kar'ti, do you receive?

Kar'ti, I repeat,
this is Zeta Squadron

dispatched from Babylon 5
to investigate your situation.

Do you require assistance?

I'm going in for a closer look.

Hang back
till I've checked her out.

'Roger, Zeta One.'

Computer, are we close
enough for a more detailed scan

of the Kar'ti?

'Confirmed.'

How many are aboard?

'Registering no life signs'

'aboard the target vessel.'

Check again,
there are supposed to be

over 200 Markabs
on board that thing.

'Confirmed.
Detecting 200 life forms.'

But you said..

Life forms.

But not life signs.

'All 203 of them,
they're all dead?'

'Confirmed.'

Medlab 2,
this is Dr. Franklin.

Have the bodies
of those three dead Markabs

been sent back
to their Homeworld yet?

'No, doctor, we just finished
processing the paperwork.'

Good. Get them up here
to Medlab 1, stat.

'Is there a problem?'

I don't know.

Maybe.

Zeta One to Babylon Control.

'This is Babylon Control,
go ahead, Zeta One.'

We're bringing the transport in
for inspection.

Recommend full medical team.

'And you better
let the captain know.'

'I've got an ugly
feeling about this.'

Captain?

Captain Sheridan.

In the memory
of the Nine and the One..

Uh..

- What?
- You were..

You were asleep.

No. No, I wasn't.

I, I-I-I was meditating.

The sound you were making
is part of human meditation?

I don't snore.

Sheridan, go.

We've got a problem
in Bay 14, captain.

I think you better
get over there.

Will do.

- I'm sorry.
- It's alright.

The ritual of the meal
was concluded some moments

before you began,
uh, meditating.

Oh. Well, uh, thank you

once again for your invitation.

We must do it again.

Yes. Of-of course.

Yeah. Hmm.

Bye.

What's the problem?

The ship you have commandeered
is Markab property.

I cannot allow
your people inside.

Oh. Well, this ship was found
floating dead in space.

- Now we have to have--
- We have a right to privacy.

You mean, the right
to hide the truth.

What the hell did you think
you were doing?

- Doctor--
- I need some privacy here.

Dr. Franklin. Stephen.

You don't want us
to board that ship

because you suspect
the same thing that I do.

Which is?

'We've had four dead Markab'

'in the past three days.'

Dr. Lazarenn has certified them
all death by natural causes.

Nothing jumped out about them
in a cursory autopsy

so I let it go.

But I just finished
a more detailed

examination of the bodies.

They were all killed
by some kind of

plague or infectious disease

that was brought onto
the station by your people.

'Now, I want to know how
terminal and how contagious.'

It is 100 percent terminal.

And 100 percent contagious.

'Damn it, Lazarenn,
what were you thinking?'

Did you really think that
you could keep this a secret?

Well, then,
why didn't you say something?

This plague is spreading
to your people like wild fire.

It is not something
we talk about.

What?

The disease
only appeared once before.

Centuries ago.

'On a small island on our world,
noted for certain excesses.'

'When it was struck down,
the rest of my people believed'

it was a punishment by the Gods
for their lack of morality.

They even named the disease

after the island
devastated by it...Drafa.

Why didn't it spread?

They were isolated
by weather for nearly a year.

And by the time
anybody got out to the island

the disease had wiped out
the population.

'There was no one left alive to
spread it to the new arrivals'

and we assumed that the disease

dead-ended at that point.

Lazarenn, you are a doctor.

You know as well as I do that
diseases they can go dormant

for years or centuries.

They can mutate, they can
come back at you out of nowhere.

Now, why weren't
preparations made?

Over time, it became more
than just a disease. It became..

I don't know, a legend.

A, a specter

used to frighten children
into behaving

"Be good, or the dark angel will
bring you the curse of Drafa."

Only the immoral
would ever be touched by it.

Stephen..

...the first new case of Drafa
was detected nearly a year ago.

'The family was
so scandalized by it'

they lied about what killed him.

By then, several of them
had become infected.

Because they believed
that they were moral

they were sure
they would not be touched.

So they started to go out
amongst the people.

And the disease began to spread.

'Each new infection was
accompanied by silence and fear'

and the assumption
that they were immune.

What about the ship?

Rumors about the new outbreak
of Drafa had gotten out

and some of my people believed
it was a judgment

against our world
and decided to get out

before it was too late.

They have escaped
to all of our colonies

carrying the disease
everywhere, even here.

Look, if you knew
about this a year ago

why didn't you come to me?

Why, why did you try to block
our examination of the ship?

- We could have helped.
- Because I was forbidden!

Because we were ordered
to remain silent.

Our leaders were afraid the
people would take the disease

as a sign from the Gods
that we had fallen from grace.

They were afraid,
they would be voted out

for attacking the public good.

They were afraid.

They were afraid of everything.

Some of us have been
working to find a cure

without enough money
or resources.

They don't even
want to talk about it

as if the very subject
makes them dirty!

Listen, in all the work
you've done

is there any indication
as to whether or not

the disease is infectious
beyond your own species?

I don't know, Stephen.

May the Gods forgive me.

I do not know.

Papa, mama sent me to find you.

You are very late for food,
and she is very upset.

She says for you
to come home at once.

Papa?

Papa? Wake up.

Papa!

'The next 24 hours
are absolutely critical'

if we're going to control
the spread of this disease.

Dr. Lazarenn says
the incubation period

can last several weeks
or just a few days.

Until then,
it's absolutely invisible.

Once symptoms appear, the
patient expires inside 24 hours.

- And there's no cure?
- No, not yet.

Now, the problem is, between
the time the disease shows up

and termination,
you've only got a few hours.

And you can't work up a model
of how a disease works

if you can't follow it
over time.

Do you know how far
this thing has spread?

Until we know otherwise,
we have to assume

the entire Markab community
has been infected.

- What about everybody else?
- That's the big question.

Is the disease contagious
outside their species?

And if so, is it transmitted
through air, touch

bodily fluids
or some other means?

If it's physically transmitted

we might have a chance
at containment.

'If it's airborne, given that
all the air in here is recycled'

'the entire station
might be infected.'

Well, doctor,
it's your jurisdiction.

What's the plan?

I want every Markab
on this station

brought in for a complete
physical examination.

Whoa, whoa, doc,
they'll scream bloody murder

they'll say that we're
implying they're immoral--

We have to know how far
this thing has spread.

And more importantly,
we have to find someone

who is infected before
the disease becomes terminal

so we can follow its progress.

What kind of symptomology
are we looking for?

Chronic dizziness. Acute sore
throat. Low blood pressure.

Swelling of the lymph nodes
and surface glands.

It's all in my report.

Now, once this disease
comes out of dormancy

it heads straight
for the central nervous system

where somehow it,
it starts shutting down

the neural pathways that control
respiration and heartbeat.

Then, inside 24 hours,
paralysis and death.

Commander Ivanova, I'm hereby
issuing an executive order

placing Babylon 5
under quarantine.

Incoming ships
will be diverted elsewhere.

No ships will be
allowed to leave

until we determine
just how far this disease

is likely to spread.

Are we gonna tell people
why they can't leave?

I don't think we have a choice.

What about segregating
the Markabs

from the rest
of the general population?

No, no, no, no,
if the disease is airborne

then moving them into
a different part of the station

is not going to solve
the problem.

All the air is recycled.

If it turns out that the disease
is not transmissible

to other species
then confining them to one area

will only speed-up
the infection

among the Markab community
without good reason.

On the other hand,
when word gets out

that we've got
the next best thing

to the Black Death
roaming on the station

it's gonna scare everybody.

When people get scared they
start looking for scapegoats.

If we can keep the Markabs
all together in one place

my people can protect them.

Because, trust me, this is gonna
get real ugly, real fast.

No, there are still too many
variables, too many unknowns.

I need answers, doctor, and as
fast as you can get them to me.

That's all.

You better cancel all leaves
for security personnel.

I've got a hunch
you're gonna need them.

Yes, sir.

Repeating our announcement

no ship will be allowed
to depart Babylon 5

until further notice.

Please address all questions

to the appropriate
station personnel.

Please return to your quarters until the quarantine is lifted.

It's just for some tests,
that's all. This way, please.

'Next.'

Alright, that'll do it.
Thank you.

Next, please.

We've got another one.

Captain Sheridan,
this is an outrage.

I will not have my people
treated in this fashion.

- Poked, prodded, accused--
- Ambassador Fashar--

You are spreading hysteria
and fear about my people

that is totally unwarranted.

On top of that,
you're disgracing

good and decent people
by implying

they're unclean, immoral--

No one said
anything of the kind.

'That is the absolute
implication.'

How do I know
this isn't a conspiracy

on the part of your world
to destroy my people?

'For all I know,
this disease was planted'

in our drinking water,
our food.

None of this happened
until we began coming here.

Perhaps, it is your
own immorality

that has contaminated us.

So we will fix this by removing
ourselves from your immorality.

- Captain.
- Just a minute, doctor.

- This can't wait.
- You can't leave the station.

We are gathering together
in an isolation zone

'away from others,
away from outsiders.'

We will stay,
and pray, and repent.

And when we come out,
we alone will survive.

If you do that, you'll just
end up spreading the disease

among your own people
that much faster.

I refuse to listen to this.
You have been warned.

Stay away from us.

'Well, looks like they
just made the decision'

about quarantine for you.

Yeah, for all the wrong reasons.
What is it, doctor?

You better get down to Brown 17,
captain. You too, Garibaldi.

What's up?

First, our tests confirm
the disease is airborne.

We have to assume
it's all over the station.

Second, I found a dead
Pak'ma'ra. No signs of violence.

Is it the plague?

Won't know
until we do an autopsy.

But I wanted to warn you

the disease may be spreading
into the general population.

Yes. Yes, inside. Hurry.

It's for the best, trust me.

We are the pure.

If we believe,
then the Dark Angel of Drafa

will pass over us.

'Hurry, inside now.
Everyone inside!'

'We need to start
a full autopsy'

before the body goes
further into rigor mortis.

We're instituting
full biohazard routines

but I'll still
need you to go in and..

What? What is it?

Alright, fine.

I'll go in, you stay out here
and monitor the readouts.

'I have a better idea.'

I have the most experience
with the disease.

I will go into the Isolab
and perform the autopsy.

Doctor Lazarenn, if you--

'And once finished'

I will stay inside.

The Isolab
is hermetically sealed.

If I am contaminated it will
not get through the air lock.

It will give me a chance
to do some good, Stephen.

Give me that much.

Alright.

Let's get to work, shall we?

'And we've had three more
incidents of violence'

'against Markabs
in the past two hours.'

'It's getting ugly
out there, captain.'

Some of the more extreme
human and alien groups

say that they've found
a solution to the problem.

Wipe out the Markabs,
you wipe out the problem.

Seems we've heard that before.

How's their quarantine going?

Four thousand
out of the estimated

five thousand resident Markabs

have entered the isolation zone.

'The rest of them
either haven't been found yet'

'or they're hiding,
afraid to take the trip'

which of course
puts them in danger

if they're
found by the others.

Hmm. Tell Garibaldi
to take some of his people

off the search teams
and put them on patrol.

Any violence is to be
stopped immediately.

Will do.
Try to get some sleep, captain.

I'll take first watch and have
someone wake you in four hours.

- Hmm.
- C & C out.

'Yeah, come in.'

Captain, I'm sorry
to disturb you at this time.

No, no, no.
No, no. It's-it's alright.

I doubt I'd be
able to sleep anyway.

Yeah, what can I do for you?

I have been monitoring
the situation

and, uh, I would
like to make a request.

Ambassador, we can't let
anyone off this station--

I would like to be allowed
into the isolation zone.

I've spoken
with Ambassador Fashar

and he's willing to
allow us entry.

Why?

They're in pain.

Frightened. Dying.

Minbari are taught
that at such a time

the afflicted should be
ministered to, comforted.

They're not your own people,
Delenn.

I didn't know
that similarity was required

for the exercise of compassion.

They are afraid.

We wish to do
what little we can.

We?

Lennier has asked to
accompany me.

- Delenn, I cannot allow this--
- I understand the risk.

Captain.

If the disease is limited
only to the Markab

we should do all we can.

But if it's not,
then we must give comfort

because very soon,
we will require it ourselves.

You will be exposing yourself
to massive contamination.

If I let you into
that isolation zone..

...I can't let you out again.

I know.

Alright.

I'll tell security
to let you through.

'Thank you.'

'Don't look away, captain.'

'All life is transitory.'

A dream.

We all come together in the same
place at the end of time.

If I don't see you again here..

'...I will see you
in a little while'

in the place
where no shadows fall.

'Well, Delenn..'

When I do see you again..

...call me John.

It's all your fault!
What did you do, huh?

Why did you bring this here?

You messed me up!
You messed us all up!

Hey, leave him alone!

- Don't.
- What, are you on his side, uh?

Shut up! Come on, get out.

Let's go! Move it!

Get out of here
and maybe I'll let you leave

with your ribs intact.

Big threat,
we're all gonna die anyway.

You should get some sleep.

Can't. Too much to do.

That's your third stim tonight.

Too much isn't good for you.

If we don't figure this out

it's really not gonna matter,
now is it?

Any more news
on the Pak'ma'ra tests?

No.

Security reports
finding the bodies

of a dozen of your people.

The plague is spreading fast.

And the violence?

So far they've got it
under control.

And everyone's looking
for someone to blame.

'Same old story.'

Black Death, AIDS,
Chalmers Syndrome.

Millions die
and no one remembers

the lessons we've learned.

What was this, uh, Black Death?

'Well, it hit Earth around
the middle of the 14th Century.'

Before it was finished,
it wiped out three quarters

of the European population.

They said the same things too.

It was punishment from God
for our immorality.

'Some blamed the Jews and the
lepers for poisoning the wells'

and others said the plague
was sent by the devil.

And since cats were supposed
to be the devil's familiars

they were killed
by the millions.

But cats were the only means
of controlling the real source

of the plague, the rats and
the fleas that went with them.

So all they were doing
was helping the plague

spread even faster.

But that does seem to be
the rule, doesn't it?

Analyze the problem,
choose whichever strategy

makes least sense
and then do it.

- Lazarenn?
- I'm diz-dizzy.

Ah!

Well, that seems to..

...confirm it.

'I-I felt my throat
sore a few minutes ago.'

Stephen, you wanted to examine

someone in the early stages
of the infection.

I think you should run
some tests.

'Quickly.'

- Are you alright?
- I can't find my mama.

Then we will find her for you.

Lennier. Lennier!

Yes, Delenn.

She has separated
from her mother.

Please find her.

How?

Faith manages.

What is her name?

Mama.

Faith manages.

There's a definite increase
in respiration of A cells.

Yellow blood cell count?

Five hundred per thousand
and dropping.

Neural transmission efficiency?

Down 15 percent.

Alright, cross reference
the two and see

if they're dropping at the same
rate, maybe the drop

in the cells is causing the
neural pathways to degrade.

- Give me ten minutes.
- No, you've got five minutes.

'There's a strange
tingling in my fingers..'

...and an odd sense
of euphoria.

Check the brain stim
for any unusual activity.

Yes, sir.

Stephen,
I was trying to remember

how we first met.

It seems like ages ago.

Oh, yes. It was back home
and you were on layover.

You were hitchhiking

on starships then.

You were very funny.

'Everything to you
is a problem to be solved'

'a test to be passed.'

But you know, Stephen

sometimes the test
is not to find the answer

it's to see how you react

when you realize
there is no answer.

Doctor. We just got the results
of the Pak'ma'ra autopsy.

It's the plague.
It jumped species.

Alright, Mitch, Tasabe,
you take Simms down to Medlab 2.

You take apart
that Pak'ma'ra inch by inch.

There's got to be
a reason why they fell sick

before the humans
or the varns or anybody else.

Now, that similarity maybe what
we need to crack this thing.

Now, go. Move.

But don't you understand
what this means?

It means,
we have more information

than we had five minutes ago.

And if we're gonna
beat this thing

we need all the information
we can get.

Now, I want a complete

biogenic comparison
of these two groups in an hour

or by God, you're gonna have
something the hell of a lot

worse than the plague
to worry about.

Now, move! I want answers!

Has he found mama yet?

No, not yet.

But he will.
Don't be afraid.

I can't help it.
I'm sorry.

No, don't be sorry.
It happens to us all.

When I was a child

I once visited the city
with my family

and became separated
from my parents.

The more I looked for them

the more lost I became.

The streets became smaller,
narrower, darker.

I was so afraid.

Then I found myself
in an old temple

and I thought,
I will wait here.

I will be safe here,
and they will come.

They will come for me.

Did they?

Not at first.

Hours passed.

The temple was cold
and deserted.

I fell asleep.

When I woke up, there was
someone standing over me.

He looked down and smiled

and...my fear went away.

He stood there,
bright against the darkness

and said that I was
going to be alright.

That if I believed

then my parents
will come for me.

He said, "I will not allow harm
to come to my little ones here

in my great house."

Just then, the door opened

and my parents came running in.

Sh'naal?

Mama!

I was worried about you.

Faith manages.

'Negative reaction.'

Adjust RNA sequence
to match level-one codes.

'Negative reaction.'

Cross-analyze
Markab yellow blood cells

with Pak'ma'ra green cells.

'Stand by.'

Stephen.

Save your strength, Lazarenn.

The yellow cells could be..

- Could be what?
- Could be..

- What?
- 'I'm sorry, old friend.'

I, I don't think
I can stay any longer.

Will you give my love to..

Lazarenn!

'Cross-analysis
between Markab yellow cells'

'and Pak'ma'ra
green cells complete.'

'Match found.'

Show me.

The brain gives orders to
the body through a complex chain

of electrochemical relays.

An electrical impulse
runs the length of a neuron

and stops at a break
called the synaptic gap.

The electrical impulse is
translated into biochemical form

which jumps across the gap

to the next neuron
over and over again

until the information
reaches its destination.

Now, I assumed that the disease
was attacking the nerve itself.

But there was never any damage.

What it was actually doing

was neutralizing the chemicals
in the synaptic gap.

In other words

an order comes
from the brain to the gap

but the chemicals
that are supposed to

relay the information

to the next neuron
don't work anymore.

Exactly.
The heart's not ordered to pump.

The lungs
aren't ordered to breathe..

...the body dies.

Have you developed a profile
of who's most prone

to being infected?

The risk is confined
to thoseraces

that use specialized cells

to manufacture the chemicals
used in neural relays.

'In Markabs, the chemical is
produced by the yellow cells.'

'In the Pak'ma'ra,
it's the green cells.'

Now, those are the ones
targeted by the disease.

Now, fortunately, our bodies
don't work that way.

But given the chance,
the disease could mutate

into something that could affect
us all, if we don't stop it now.

So, what do we do?

Well, we can't
destroy the disease

but we can
artificially stimulate

yellow and green cell production

with a series
of regular injections.

Now, those who receive
the injections, over time

will produce stronger cells

that are capable of
withstanding the disease.

All my data shows
it should work.

Should?
You haven't tested it yet?

No.

There wasn't time.

I've prepared enough
for 500 doses to start

but we will have to hurry.

- Any reply to our message yet?
- No, sir.

Open it up.

Lennier, is there anyone?
Anyone at all?

No. No one.

John.

Shh.

You are to be congratulated
for finding a way

to stop the plague
from spreading further.

Well, any thanks
is more properly directed

to Dr. Franklin.

We dodged the bullet this time.

- What happens next time?
- What happens?

What happens is that we honor
the memory of those

who are no longer with us

by using what we have learned
to save others.

To exercise faith
and patience and charity.

To reach out to those
who are afraid.

If we can do that, then their
passing will have had meaning

and we will grow from it.

Yeah, maybe.

I hope so.

Medical ships dispatched
to the Markab Homeworld

have confirmed the death toll.

The entire planetary population

has been wiped out
by the plague.

Over two billion dead

in addition to another
two or three million

on other colonies and outposts.

Although it is expected
that some Markabs

may have survived
on isolated colonies

for all intents and purposes

the Markab civilization
has been destroyed.

'We've also received reports
of widespread destruction'

'from fires tearing
through the dead cities.'

Hey, what do you call
two billion dead Markabs?

Planetary redecorating.

News.
News gives me the creeps.

You know, I heard
it was the Vorlons

that poisoned that place.

'You know how they are.'

Nothing changes.