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Watch Commander Ila reporting for duty.

You're relieved.

Wait.

Picking up disturbance.

Trying to get a fix.

Jump point forming in Sector 3.

Great maker!

Activating mines!

We can't get a target!

Notify Centauri Prime.

Fire! Fire!

Watch it!

Tell them we're under attack!

Tell them it's the--

Garibaldi, have you seen the Commander?

I've tried linking in. He's not responding.

In that case, he's in the observation dome.

How do you know?

Right. You're new here.

He only turns off his link for 10 minutes a day.

And when he does, that's where you can find him.

But why?

There's no traffic due in for a while.

The dome's on standby. No one's there.

Exactly.

Uh, Mr. Garibaldi.

Oh, boy.

Commander.

There's a problem.

All I'm asking is if you trust me?

Trust you?

Londo, my brain will be five days dead

before I ever trust a Centauri.

The first time we met you people,

the first time we met any other civilization,

you told us you practically ran

the entire galaxy.

What was it you said?

"A huge empire."

Come on. Public relations.

Only that hasn't been true

for almost 100 years.

Then you give us this line

about how Earth

is some lost Centauri tribe,

making us distant relatives,

until we finally got our hands

on some Centauri DNA

and find out we're not related at all.

Appearances aside,

we're two completely different species.

A clerical error.

A clerical error?

Yes. We thought your world was beta 9.

It was actually beta 12.

Ok, we made the mistake.

I'm sorry.

Here. Open my wrists.

Centauri don't have major arteries

in their wrists.

Of course we don't.

What do you think, I'm stupid?

Do you know what your problem is,

Mr. Garibaldi? You're not a people person.

Ambassador. Ambassador.

Mr. Garibaldi, have you met my diplomatic staff?

Just arrived from the home world.

This is it.

Ambassador.

Yes, Vir. What is it?

Our colony, Ragesh 3, our agricultural colony...

Yes, I know what it is. What about it?

It's under attack.

No provocation. No warning.

They--they got through the mine fields,

and now they're firing on anything that moves--

fighters, wave after wave after wave.

Who launched the attack?

I don't know. No one does.

Sinclair: It was the dawn of the third age of mankind--

10 years after the Earth-Minbari war.

The Babylon project was a dream given form.

Its goal--to prevent another war

by creating a place where humans and aliens

could work out their differences peacefully.

It's a port-of-call,

home away from home

for diplomats, hustlers,

entrepreneurs, and wanderers.

Humans and aliens

wrapped in 2,500,000 tons of spinning metal

all alone in the night.

It can be a dangerous place,

but it's our last best hope for peace.

This is the story

of the last of the Babylon stations.

The year is 2258.

The name of the place is...

Commander Sinclair, as the official representative

of the Centauri Republic,

I demand to know

what information your government has

concerning Ragesh 3.

We don't know anything more than you do.

We know it's been attacked,

but that's all.

What have you heard from Centauri Prime?

Nothing. I sent three messages.

No answer.

No one is talking.

Ambassador, I just heard.

Yes, you have my sincerest condolences for your losses.

You know nothing about this attack, G'Kar?

I'm as astonished as you are.

Can you tell us something about the colony?

There's nothing to tell.

It's an agricultural base,

strictly a civilian operation.

5,000 colonists

are practically unarmed.

I suggest we contact our governments

and see what they know.

Then we'll call an emergency session of the council

and the league of nonaligned worlds.

We'll do whatever we can to help you.

Just got your message. What's up?

We're picking up a long-range distress signal

from a ship near the secondary jump point.

At first I was afraid it had something to do

with the attack on Ragesh 3,

but it's an Earth-registered ship.

And the last distress signal mentioned raiders.

I knew they'd be back sooner or later.

Ok, I'll grab a fighter, check it out--

we just lost the signal.

Damn!

Lieutenant Commander Ivanova?

Yes.

Talia Winters--licensed commercial telepath,

psycorps rating p-5.

I was assigned to Babylon 5 a few weeks ago.

Tell fighter Jacks to stand by for launch.

I want those ships prepped and ready to go.

Sector regulations require me to log in

with the second in command.

I've tried to reach you three times,

but I guess you've been busy.

I figured I'd try the direct approach.

Your diligence is commendable.

Anything else?

No. I just--

then you'll excuse me.

But I'm in the middle of 15 things,

all of them annoying.

Thank you for coming by.

All right, delta 7.

Once we're in range to the distress calls,

stay close until we know what's going on.

Confirmed.

In other news, the race between incumbent

Earth Alliance President Luis Santiago

and challenger Marie Craine continues to tighten

as election day nears.

Recent polls give incumbent Santiago...

Commander.

On the economic front...

Fade.

Lieutenant Commander.

I thought I'd see if there's any word yet

from Earth Central on the Centauri problem.

No...

And that worries me.

They've had plenty of time

to digest the reports, but so far nothing.

Who do you think attacked the colony,

the Narns, the Minbari?

Not the Minbari. It's not their way.

They're too honorable to pull something like this.

I'm surprised to hear you

describe the Minbari that way.

After all, you fought them during the war.

Well, my father always told me,

the best way to understand someone

is to fight him, make him angry.

That's when you see the real person.

Was he also a pilot?

The best.

The Sinclairs have been fighter pilots

all the way back to the battle of britain.

He taught me everything I know about flying...

And combat.

He said to ignore the propaganda,

focus on what you see.

I've never seen the Minbari fight dishonorably.

They'd never pull a sneak attack.

Perhaps.

Any word yet on the election?

No. It's going to be close.

So...who are you voting for?

I think I'll vote for Marie Craine.

I do not like Santiago.

I've always felt that a leader

should have a strong chin.

He has no chin.

And his vice-President has several.

This, to me, is not a good combination.

Ambassador.

Vir.

Ambassador, there's a coded signal

coming in from homeworld, i-it's a relay

from the monitoring station from Ragesh 3.

All right. Let's see.

Jump point forming in sector 3.

[Bleep]

This is a full-scale invasion.

Tracking targets.

Great maker.

Activating mines.

All computers are down, sir.

Notify Centauri Prime.

Fire! Fire!

Who would do this? Why?

We're under attack. Tell them it's the--

reverse image.

Hold.

Enhance.

That is a Narn heavy fighter.

That bastard G'Kar,

he said he knew nothing of this.

G'Kar!

Uhh!

G'Kar!

There she is.

Stripped to the bone.

Life signs?

Negative. No survivors.

Check out the blast damage.

Roger.

They hit this thing with something bigger

than standard radar guns.

We're talking major weaponry here.

I don't like it.

All right. Let's find the black box

and get back to base.

Roger.

You can now find all your culinary needs

at Kwon's kitchen utensils.

Ah, Ambassador Mollari! Please join me.

Would you like some spooh?

It's quite fresh this week.

Fresh is it?

[Spits]

You bastard.

You won't get away with this.

We'll strike back,

and we'll strike back hard.

I assume you're referring to the attack

on Ragesh 3 by our forces.

I just found out about it myself.

I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation.

What reasonable explanation is there

for the slaughter of unarmed civilians?

Curious, we wondered the same thing

when you invaded our world.

The wheel turns, does it not, Ambassador?

Fah! We should have wiped out your kind

when we had the chance.

What happened? Run out of small children to butcher?

You pig! Uhh!

Grr!

Uhh!

Grr!

Let him go! If he wants to die, let him.

Listen to me, Ambassador!

Your time has come and gone!

It's our turn now!

One night, you'll wake up

and find our teeth at your throat.

Sleep well, Ambassador.

Sleep lightly.

Uhh!

Grr!

I apologize for the, um...

The incident with G'Kar, Commander.

It was a mistake.

I will not repeat it.

I will kill him, though, sooner or later...

Somewhere.

Ambassador...

My people, we have a way, you see.

We know how...

And sometimes even when we are going to die.

It comes in a dream. Huh?

In my dream, I am an old man.

It's 20 years from now, and I am dying,

my hands wrapped around someone's throat.

And his around mine.

We have squeezed the life

out of each other.

The first time I saw G'Kar,

I recognized him as the one from the dream.

It will happen.

20 years from now,

we will die with our hands

around each other's throats.

20 years is a long time,

long enough for your people

to come to an understanding.

Believe as you wish.

20 years from now,

one of us will be wiser and older,

or one of us will be dead.

Who's to say?

Me? I need another drink.

I think we have a chance

to put together a coalition

against the Narn attack.

Good. The Narns have to be stopped...Now,

while we still can.

Carn...

Would want me to...

[Sighs]

Carn.

Carn is my nephew.

He wanted to enter the Centauri military.

I told him it was a waste of his skills.

The truth is, I was afraid for him.

I wanted him...

Someplace safe...

Away from all of this.

So I personally arranged

for him to have a higher position

as head researcher on Ragesh 3.

Tonight, I don't know if he is alive or dead.

I'm sorry.

Ambassador, I know this is hard for you,

but if this escalates into war,

you'll give the Narns exactly what they want--

a chance to divide us so they can move in.

There are other ways.

Babylon 5 is here to help keep the peace.

Commander, please.

On the issue of galactic peace,

I am long past innocence

and fast approaching apathy.

It's all a game,

a paper fantasy of names and borders.

Only one thing matters, Commander.

Blood...

Calls out for blood.

If carn is dead, there will be war...

Today, tomorrow, the day after.

It doesn't matter.

If it's the last thing I do,

if it's the last breath I take,

there will be war.

This I swear to you, Commander.

This I swear.

Time to get over to mucha's fashion heaven...

You eat like a starving man.

Seeing death has a way of doing that to me.

There were 15 bodies on that ship we found.

I mean, what's going on around here?

We got a war breaking out on Ragesh 3,

pirates at work over here. You ask me?

The universe is going to hell in a handbasket.

You fill in the Commander yet?

The report's on his desk.

This makes it the third time in a month

the raiders have hit a ship in this sector.

They're getting bolder.

And a lot more powerful.

The weapons they hit the supply ship with are bigger

than anything the raiders have ever used before.

Any idea where they'll hit next?

Not yet.

Thing is, transport rounds are kept secret

so they can avoid being attacked like this.

Sounds like there's a leak.

I'm checking into it now.

Good.

Keep me informed.

Ambassador Kosh, Commander Sinclair.

Can I see you?

Greetings, Commander.

You wanted the council room earlier.

I wanted to make sure

you knew about the emergency session.

Yes.

We may need your help

to push through sanctions.

Does your government have a position

on the current situation?

Will you attend the emergency meeting?

Yes.

[Hissing]

They are alone.

They are a dying people.

We should let them pass.

Who?

The Narn or the Centauri?

Yes.

Mr. Garibaldi...

You're sitting at my station

using my equipment.

Is there a reason for this, or to save time,

should I just go ahead

and snap your hands off at the wrist?

All incoming ships

log their flight path through your console.

So I'm backtracking to find out which companies

sold routes to those supply ships.

Do you have any leads?

Possible. Possible.

Ambassador?

What do you want?

The--the council meeting, the emergency session--

the council.

The council can go to hell!

The emergency session can go to hell!

And you--you can go to hell, too.

I wouldn't want you to feel left out!

Hmm?

Ha ha ha!

Londo...

Londo, why are you doing this?

Ha ha ha!

Because we are a race of lunatics...

And cowards!

I finally received word

from our glorious leaders.

Do you know what that convention of genetic defectives

have decided to do about the attack on Ragesh 3, hmm?

Oh, probably they're going to--

after full consideration of the situation,

the great Centauri Republic,

the lion of the galaxy,

will do...

Nothing.

But why?

Because Ragesh 3 is too far, too small,

too unimportant to risk a confrontation,

and besides, by the time our ships got there...

Besides, by the time our ships got there,

everyone would be dead anyways.

So...

Ha ha ha! No, no, Londo.

No! No!

Ha ha ha!

Damn all of them!

Does, uh, that mean we cancel the council meeting?

No. Listen to me.

You will not repeat a word of this.

We have heard nothing. Is that clear?

If we can get the others to step in,

perhaps we can embarrass those idiots back home

into doing something. Do you understand?

But if they find out that we've lied,

then we're in big trouble.

Do you understand?

Absolutely.

Absolutely understand.

Computer: Destination?

Blue 14.

Mr. Garibaldi, may I ask you a question?

I've tried twice to talk to Lieutenant Commander Ivanova,

and I don't know if it's me or her,

but I can't get through.

I can't imagine what it is I've done to upset her.

Well, unlike me, Lieutenant Commander

takes a while to warm up to people,

especially when she's working.

Tell you what. When she gets off duty

at 1800 hours,

she always stops by the casino to wind down.

That might be a good time to talk to her.

All right.

I'll try it.

Thanks.

Afterward, if you like,

you can stop by my quarters and...

Blue 14.

I can show you my favorite thing

in the whole universe.

Ok, ok, my second favorite thing

in the universe.

I see we have similar habits.

Before going into battle,

I also need to walk

in the green for a moment.

We've recently managed

to restore a few forests on my world.

It was all green, of course,

before the Centauri stripped it bare.

And now you plan to return the favor.

Is that it?

I will confess that I look forward to the day

when we have cleansed the universe of the Centauri

and carved their bones into little flutes for Narn children.

This is a dream I have.

Be careful, Ambassador.

Not every dream I've heard lately

ends well for you.

In our position, you would do the same.

Our two worlds, our two species

are more alike than you might think.

I would remind you that we were one of the few

who would supply you with the weapons you needed

in your war with the Minbari.

We supported you. You owe us.

Not a chance.

You didn't support anyone.

Narns will sell to anyone

who can afford the credits.

But I'll give you points

on one thing, Ambassador.

We are alike in one respect.

We've had plenty of experience

with sneak attacks--

Pearl harbor,

the terrorist nuking of San Diego,

the destruction of our first Mars colony.

It's a long and bloody history.

Do you know what we learned from it?

That the sneak attack

is the first resort of a coward.

Just a minute--

you didn't even have the decency

to pick a military target.

A poorly armed civilian colony--

what a challenge that must have been

to the great Narn military.

What's wrong, Ambassador?

Don't have the guts for a fair fight?

In another place, I would have you skinned alive

for saying that.

You want me?

You know where to find me.

See you in council, Ambassador.

Commander, we got trouble.

I worked out how the raiders operate.

The shipping companies buy access

to the jump gates in bulk,

then sell it on the open market.

One company sold the routes

for all the supply ships that have been hit.

Turns out their data crystals

suddenly just blew out last month,

flat-lined the whole system.

Sounds like someone cracked their data bank.

Exactly. Only one ship booked

before the data crash

hasn't been attacked yet.

My guess is they'll hit it in six hours

when it comes out of hyperspace.

Not much time.

No. But here's the tough part.

The ship's technically a supply vessel, all right,

but this time it got booked by a refugee export service.

There are over 500 men, women,

and children on that ship.

If the raiders get there before we do,

they're dead.

You have got the entire senate

up in arms over this, Commander.

You've exceeded your authority.

If we don't stop the Narn aggression,

they'll just keep coming.

The only way to do that is to get the council

to authorize military intervention.

I am asking you again

to delay the vote.

And I'd like to be able to see you

when I talk to you. Commander! Damn it!

Don't you realize that

we've got an election in less than 24 hours.

Senator, colonists are dying out there.

That's not the issue.

We just came out of one war, Commander.

What are you trying to do, start another?

The Earth Alliance can't go around being

the galaxy's policeman.

If they want to fight it out, let them.

Just keep us out of it until after the election.

If you can't postpone the meeting,

then I am authorized by the subcommittee

to tell you to abstain.

Earth has to take a neutral position.

But that will damage the Centauri case.

If we pull out, others might do the same.

Not our problem. Those are your instructions.

This discussion is concluded.

Just an update on that other matter, Commander.

Delta flight is standing by

ready to intercept the raiders.

Well, I hope they're loaded for bear.

From what Garibaldi says the raiders are packing

some pretty big guns, and...

Commander?

That might be it. Tell Garibaldi to stand down.

I'm taking his place with delta flight.

Should I postpone the council meeting?

No. Look, if I'm at that meeting,

I'll have to do something I don't want to do,

so let it go on without me.

You can take my place on the council.

Don't worry, it's all on the agenda.

Just take the vote and see what everyone wants to do.

Any other instructions, Commander?

[Sighs] Lots of them.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able

to find you before I left.

So you never heard about any orders from Earth Central.

The last thing you heard we were voting for sanctions.

Clear?

Yes, sir.

Clear as crystal.

Preparing for jump.

All ships stay in formation

when we come out the other side.

Delta 7. You're my wing man.

Confirmed, delta leader.

[Bangs gavel]

This meeting of the Babylon 5 council

and the league of nonaligned worlds

is called to order.

We are convened to vote on sanctions

against the Narn regime.

Our options include

the imposition of planetary blockade--

if it please the council...

Ambassador G'Kar--

I would like to remind the council

that before the Centauri Republic

invaded our sector

and began the 100-year reign of terror,

Ragesh 3 was a Narn colony.

Now that we are free of the invaders,

it is our right to reclaim it.

We recognize the prior claim,

but the reality is that Ragesh 3

has been Centauri property for over a century.

To start a war

over blood spilled so long ago...

Where does it end?

You kill them and take their land.

They kill you and take the land back.

On and on and on.

A cycle of hatred.

Justice, not hatred.

We have no desire to start a war.

All right.

Check instrumentation.

Keep scanning on all frequencies.

This sector is the last transfer point

for the refugees.

If the raiders are going to hit anywhere,

this has got to be it.

Confirmed lock.

High-energy weapons discharge noted

at coordinates 520 by 16 by 92.

Locking on.

Magnifying.

Confirmed sighting.

Full thrusters.

Maintain formation until contact,

then break and attack.

Our forces came for

the peaceful liberation of Ragesh 3.

We did not fire first, and I can prove it.

I direct your attention to the monitors.

We are about to receive

a live broadcast from Ragesh 3.

I believe it may clarify the debate.

My name is carn Mollari.

I am head researcher and project director

for the Ragesh 3 agricultural colony.

The nephew, I would add,

of our own esteemed Ambassador

Londo Mollari.

In the last six months,

there have been violent outbreaks

created by division among our many colonists.

We asked for help from Centauri Prime.

There was no reply.

Faced with chaos and anarchy,

the Ragesh 3 administrative council

asked for assistance

from the neighboring Narn regime.

That's not true.

We have chosen

of our own free will

to ally ourselves with the Narn government.

We will, of course,

maintain social and economic ties

to homeworld,

in the interest of continued peace.

This is carn Mollari,

Ragesh 3...

Signing off.

Well, don't you understand?

Can't you see what they're trying to do?

They forced him to read that statement.

I'm sure they threatened to kill him.

It's a lie!

If you want to talk about lies, Ambassador,

what about your lie of omission?

Is it not true that your own world

has voted against taking any actions

in response to the liberation of Ragesh 3?

Yes, but--

why have you asked this council to take actions

that even your own government

considers inappropriate?

This council should not be used

to carry out

your own personal vendettas.

I move that this council now vote

to dismiss all charges

against the Narn regime.

Is there a second?

Please call the vote.

This is Commander Jeffrey Sinclair

of Babylon 5 to raiding party.

Surrender your vessels or be destroyed.

Repeat...

Surrender your vessels or be destroyed.

[Beeping]

I assume I can take that as a no.

And cut velocity...

Now.

Delta leader,

raiders are breaking off.

Do we pursue and continue attack?

Negative. The cruiser's hit.

We can't afford to leave it alone.

Deltas 2 through 6 plus 8

assume escort position and ferry her back to base.

Deltas 7 and 9 with me.

Roger, delta leader.

Activate long-range scanners.

Wide-band search for transmissions.

Commander, aren't we heading the wrong way?

The raiders went in the opposite direction.

Exactly. Which is what I'd do

if I wanted to decoy fighters

away from a command and control ship.

Picking up transmissions.

A c and c transport

that looks a lot...

Like the...

Gotcha!

Blood calls out for blood.

Oh, excuse me.

Oh! Oh, I'm sorry.

G'Kar!

Aah!

No.

No.

If you'll excuse me.

Ambassador...

Ambassador, no!

Garibaldi.

Londo. Mr. Garibaldi.

I have to talk to you.

You'll excuse me. Another time.

What's wrong with now?

You have some place special to go?

Mr. Garibaldi,

get out of my way.

No. I can't do that.

Go back to your quarters, Londo.

No.

Don't force me to make this official.

No!

I don't want to do it,

but you lay one finger on a weapon

and I'll kill you where you stand.

You don't understand.

Yes, I do.

I understand better than you'll ever know.

I know it burns, Londo.

I know the things it makes want to do,

but this isn't the way, not now, and not here.

He's my blood, my nephew.

But if you kill G'Kar,

none of those colonists will get out alive.

You have to know that.

Yes.

Well, it seems I'm still on target

for my appointment 20 years from now.

What appointment?

It's a long story.

Perhaps another time.

Ambassador, in one hour,

I'm going to have to check your quarters

for weapons.

Make sure I don't find anything.

Mr. Garibaldi...

Just now...

Would you really have killed me?

Yes... Yes, I would've.

But I'm just as glad I didn't have to.

The paperwork's a pain in the butt.

I understand there's a problem?

I'm afraid there is, Ambassador,

and I'm afraid it's you.

We managed to drive the raiders

out of this sector, at least for now,

but look what I found

on the command and control ship.

[Speaking Narnian]

[Speaking Narnian]

I kept wondering where the raiders

were getting their heavy weapons.

Then I thought about our conversation.

Narns will sell to anyone who can afford to pay,

just like they did during the war.

Your government always provides an advisor

to show how to operate the weapons

and to make sure they aren't resold to a third party.

When we tracked the raiders' command and control ship,

we disabled her, went aboard,

and found your friend here.

And that's not all.

When the ship docked and we went inside,

we found these data crystals.

They contain reports the Captain here monitored

between Ragesh 3 and Narn central command.

They confirm everything Ambassador Mollari said

about the attack on the Centauri colony--

that it was unprovoked

and that the invitation was made

at the point of a gun.

Now it seems to me that you have two choices--

tell your forces on Ragesh 3

to withdraw,

or we bring this evidence to the council.

Chief.

Your choice...

Ambassador.

Well, this should make Londo a happy man.

Not to mention Earth Central.

We did it without sanctions,

and the polls haven't even closed.

The polls. I almost forgot to vote. Better get going.

Then it's a quiet evening at my place

and my second favorite thing in the universe--

assuming I can find someone to share it with.

Garibaldi, I don't even want to know.

With 5% of the returns in

from the American, Russian,

and Chinese states,

incumbent President Luis Santiago

leads Marie Craine by 12%,

though outlying regions may favor the challenger.

Water.

[Rock music playing]

There you go, ma'am.

Thank you.

I wanted to thank you

for your help this afternoon.

The situation with the Centauri Ambassador.

Oh, it was an accident, really.

I've been trained to block out casual thoughts,

but when you hit something that powerful...

I understand.

I feel I should explain my behavior earlier.

I was rude.

That's all right.

I just wanted to know if it was me.

No...

It's what you represent.

My mother was like you, a telepath.

None of us ever knew.

It was her secret since she was a girl.

She wasn't trained.

She was never able to use it well.

That's why we have the psycorps,

to help telepaths bring out their talents

to the fullest.

Yes, I imagine that's what they told you.

Were you raised by the corps?

Mm-hmm.

Here you go.

Then you never had to make the choice.

When they discover what you are,

they give you three choices--

you can either join the psycorps,

or go to prison,

or agree to take certain drugs

for the rest of your life,

drugs that inhibit your telepathic abilities.

That's the law.

Unregistered telepaths have to be controlled

in order to protect the privacy of others.

Have you ever seen the results?

They caught up with my mother

on her 35th birthday.

She didn't want to join the corps,

didn't want to go to prison,

so they gave her the treatment.

For 10 years a man in a gray suit

came to the door once a week,

and he gave her the injections.

They were strong,

terribly strong.

Every day we just watched her

drift further and further away from us.

The light in her eyes just went out bit by bit,

and when we thought she could go no further,

she took her own life.

I'm sorry.

What happened back then

is not your fault...

But it's part of what you are,

and yet you're as much of a victim

as my mother.

I don't feel like a victim.

No...

And so far I cannot tell

if that is good...

Or bad.

Perhaps tomorrow

we can start out on better terms?

I very much doubt it.

Good night.

The only remaining source is on planet x

somewhere in this area.

And you want me to find planet x,

is that it?

Can you do it, Dodgers?

This is my second favorite thing

in the universe.

Because no one knows his way around outer space

like duck Dodgers...

In the 24 1/2 century!

God, I love this stuff.

[Laughing]

Explain this part to me again.

Oops.

Had the silly thing in reverse.

With 70% of the vote tallied,

we are declaring

incumbent President Luis Santiago

the Victor over challenger Marie Craine.

Santiago's campaign was based

on a promise to cut the budget

and to keep Earth out of war.

His agenda for the coming term includes

creating a closer relationship

with the Mars colony

and a greater emphasis on preserving Earth cultures

in the face of growing nonterran influences.

End.

Lights.

Good night.

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Commander, there's a problem.

Commander?

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