Breathe in, please.
Again, slowly.
Does it hurt when I do that?
No.
No, it's fine. I don't--
I don't feel a thing.
Ow! Hey, hey, hey, hey.
I don't like it when my patients lie to me.
Yeah, well, we could have discussed it.
I mean, jeez, what do you do
when a patient's late with a bill,
stick needles in their eyes?
I cannot fill out an honest physical evaluation
without your cooperation.
You are being cranky and difficult.
You try getting shot in the back sometime
and see what it does for your disposition.
So...unh...
How's it look?
Allowing for your tendency
not to report everything that hurts,
your condition seems to be improving
right on schedule.
I imagine you'll be able to get back to work
in the next day or so.
Providing you don't exert yourself.
Yeah, well, I gotta check in with the new Captain first,
find out if he even wants me around.
Besides, I don't know about this guy.
I keep thinking about how everybody and his brother
wanted Sinclair out of here.
Now, all of a sudden, this change in command.
Sinclair I could trust.
This guy, I don't know.
If you don't mind my saying so,
you didn't exactly sound excited
when I mentioned going back to work.
I thought you'd be pleased.
Yeah, I--I am...
Mostly.
See you around.
Hey, Michael...
Want to talk about it?
Doc, what do you want me to say?
I got shot in the back by my own guy,
my own second-in-command.
He was right there all the time,
a snake in the garden, and I didn't even see it.
What the hell kind of a security chief
am I supposed to be if I can't see something like that?
You can't be expected to know everything.
Yes, I can.
I could have known, and I should have known.
And now I...
I just don't know if I'm any damn use to anybody anymore.
You know, I keep asking myself
what qualifies me to take back my job and...
I haven't got an answer.
I wish the hell I did.
So we quietly set up monitoring stations
near quadrant 37
to keep an eye on the Narn buildup.
When we heard that you
would personally take care of the problem, well...
Yes, I'm sure it sounded quite absurd.
More like insane,
but then the monitors went silent.
A spy probe sent in later
confirmed that the entire Narn outpost
had been wiped out.
I would be very interested
to know how you did that, Ambassador.
Yes...
I'm sure that you would.
Very well.
Keep your secrets for now.
What matters is
that you have saved our people
from another embarrassing surrender
by our idiot Emperor.
What you did
required independence of thought,
initiative, courage,
and a rather large and aggressive strike force,
which you have managed to assemble
without anyone knowing about it.
Even the Narns don't suspect it was us,
or, more precisely, you.
We need more people like you, Mollari.
For what?
He can be trusted.
The Emperor is old, sick, and frightened.
He's a pitiful figure.
His health is failing rapidly.
With the recent death of his son,
there's no clear line of succession.
When the time comes,
my associates and I
intend to fill that vacuum.
It will not be easy.
There will be resistance from the old guard.
Overcoming that resistance
may require force.
Can we count on your support, Ambassador?
What you are asking could be considered treason.
Or the first step in restoring our people
to their rightful place in the galaxy,
depending on who writes the history books.
I think it will be us.
What do you think?
I think...
That we have a great deal of work ahead of us.
Security to station house!
We have a Drazi fight in the bar!
I need a full tactical team a.S.A.P.!
The Babylon project was our last best hope for peace--
a self-contained world 5 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...
Captioning made possible by Warner Bros.
Londo: Goodbye, Refa.
You will give my regards to the others?
Of course.
For a long time,
they've been looking for a sign
that it's time for our people
to step forward again into history.
I will try very hard to convince them
that you are it.
See you again soon, Mollari.
Great maker!
What?
A techno-mage. Looks like a human.
What's a techno-mage?
We used to have them back home, long ago.
They use science to achieve the effect of magic.
I haven't seen one in years.
They almost never travel.
They don't like to leave their places of power.
To see even one of them is a rare thing.
To see more than one at a time
is considered a very bad omen.
Three.
This is definitely not good.
How long has this fighting been going on?
It's been building for the last couple of weeks.
It's a cultural thing.
Once every five years,
all the Drazi here and at home
divide up into two camps and fight it out.
But it's not a fight to the death?
No, just until the loser gives up
or is knocked senseless.
Whichever side wins the most victories
becomes the dominant for the next five years,
when it starts all over again.
Actually, the timing of this
may work out to be a good thing.
I have decided that it is time for you
to start learning the fine art of diplomacy.
If you can handle the low-priority conflicts,
it would help me to focus on the other problems.
Besides, added responsibility comes with any promotion.
I know it's annoying and inconvenient, but--
did you say promotion?
Yes. Would you like some juice?
It's fresh from the hydroponic garden.
I told them to leave the pulp in.
That's the best part, don't you think,
Commander?
I pushed through the paperwork
the day after I got here. I think you more than earned it.
I don't know what to say.
Well, "thank you" would be a good place to start.
Thank you.
Now, your first job will be
to find a peaceful solution to the Drazi problem.
Ok? And if you'll excuse me,
I have to pay a visit to someone.
[Shouting]
[Sighs]
Ambassador...
There you are.
I've been looking everywhere for you.
The abai delegation is waiting to see you.
They had an appointment.
They want to talk about--oh!
On the other hand,
maybe I'll just sit here for a while.
Vir...
Do you believe in fate?
Well, actually...
I believe there are currents in the universe--
Eddies and tides that pull us one way or the other.
Some we have to fight.
Some we have to embrace.
Unfortunately, the currents that we have to fight
look exactly like the currents we have to embrace.
The currents that we think
are the one that's gonna make us stronger,
they're the ones that are going to destroy us.
And the ones that we think are gonna destroy us,
they're the ones that are gonna make us stronger.
Now, the other current--
Vir!
Yes or no?
Yes.
You know, somewhat. Why?
I was thinking about what Refa said before he left,
that they're looking for a sign back home.
Before our first Emperor
took the throne of the Centauri Republic,
he consulted three techno-mages,
who gave him their blessing.
Now, that is an image
that is very powerful for those of us
who still believe in the old ways.
They want me to help restore the Republic.
It wouldn't hurt for our people
to associate me with the Emperor.
I will consult them.
It will have considerable influence back home.
Go to them.
Arrange it.
I'll be in my quarters.
Londo! I really don't think I want to do this.
Londo!
[Door chime trills]
Yeah, come in.
Mr. Garibaldi.
Captain?
I've been expecting you to come by for some time.
Since you hadn't, I decided the mountain
should visit Mohammed after all.
Good to see you on your feet.
I talked to Dr. Franklin.
He says you can come back to work anytime you want.
What do you say?
I don't know.
Don't know if I'm ready to come back, or...
Or if you want me to come back.
Maybe it would just be easier on everybody
if I resigned and moved on.
Probably.
The universe doesn't give you any points
for doing things that are easy.
Your record is...
Colorful, to say the least.
Everything I've heard suggests
that you know this station better than anyone else.
I would be foolish to throw away a valuable resource
without at least trying to work together.
I need someone I can trust running security.
I'd like it to be you.
Now, if you decide you'd rather be someplace else,
I'll understand.
I'll hold your job open as long as I can.
Don't take too long, ok?
Ivanova: As we all know, we're having
a bit of a problem here right now.
The aforementioned problem being that you keep trying
to beat each other senseless with blunt instruments,
banging up against the bulkhead,
pounding, mugging, jumping,
and generally carrying on cranky.
Now, while some of the other species
wouldn't mind if you wiped each other out,
even they would prefer that you did so quietly,
but this station is dedicated to the goal
of finding peaceful solutions to our problems.
We would like to find one here.
You can start by helping me to understand
the precise nature of the conflict
between the two sides that you've set up.
Green.
Purple.
I understand that there are two factions,
but what is your point of contention?
Where do you disagree with each other?
Purple.
Green.
Yes, but who gets to wear the purple sash,
and who gets to wear the green sash?
I mean, is it based on income or caste or rank--
we put green and purple
in great barrel
equal to numbers of Drazi.
Then we reach in,
we take.
Where there was one Drazi people,
now there are two.
The two fight until there are one.
That's it?
I mean, it's totally random, arbitrary?
Well, then how do you choose a leader for either side?
One purple and one green carries Mark of leadership.
He who takes leader cloth is leader.
He who takes green is green
and follows green leader.
He who takes purple is purple
and follows purple leader.
Ok, so in other words--
would you two please step forward
for a minute? Please?
Ok, so what you're trying to tell me
is that if I take this purple sash
off of him
and put it onto him,
that this one thing alone is enough to start--
aah!
Aah! Aah!
Hello.
I am Vir Koto,
diplomatic attache!! To Ambassador Londo Mollari
of the Centauri Republic.
I am told by the people running that way
that this is where I could find the techno-mages.
I'm here on behalf of Ambassador Mollari,
and I need to speak to someone who's in charge.
[Doors slam]
Obviously, it would be at your earliest convenience.
[Low growling]
[Grr]
My name is Vir Koto,
diplomatic attache!! To Ambassador Londo Mollari
of the Centauri Republic.
My name is Vir Koto,
diplomatic attache!! To Ambassador Londo Mollari
of the Centauri Republic.
My name is--
stop program.
You don't frighten easily.
I work for Ambassador Mollari.
After a while, nothing bothers you.
And what does your master want with me?
My employer requests an audience.
I'm sorry.
Neither I nor my brothers
do private audiences.
We have nothing more to say to anyone
on this side of the galactic rim.
A-ha. But he's willing to pay.
Money is also irrelevant.
Where we are going, it will do us no good.
Let me put this another way--
if I go back without a yes,
the personal consequences will be profoundly unfortunate.
And if you try to force us to walk
where we do not choose to walk,
the consequences will even be more unfortunate.
Excuse me.
Could I at least get a name?
Elric.
There is an old saying--
do not try the Patience of wizards,
for they are subtle and quick to anger.
Do not come again, Vir Koto.
Ow!
Come on, doc, there's got to be another way.
Your foot is broken in three places.
Now, I fused the larger break,
but the other two are delicate bones
in difficult places and if I fuse them
you might lose some agility.
Now, I can speed up the process,
so they'll heal in three weeks rather than nine,
but you will have to wear a cast,
and it's gonna hurt.
Swell.
Ow!
I can give you something for the pain.
Oh, great. Now you can give me
something for the pain.
Where were you when I was going through puberty?
No, it's ok. I'll get used to it.
If it gets too bad,
I'll just gnaw it off at the ankle.
Captain.
Commander, doctor.
Could I speak to her for a moment?
Sure.
Thank you.
Not exactly an auspicious beginning
to my diplomatic career.
We learn by doing, and in the process
you're going to fall on your face a few times...
Though I didn't think you'd take it
quite that literally.
So, what's your next move?
Other than sticking the Drazi in a ship
and firing it into the sun?
Other than that, yes.
On the other hand-- look, uh...
You got pretty banged-up there.
If you want to give it a day or two--
no. No.
I started this and by God, I'm going to finish it.
Getting them together
to resolve their differences didn't work
because they don't have any differences to resolve,
so maybe I've got to come at this from another angle,
maybe find a nonviolent way to structure the conflicts
that nobody gets hurt.
Good. I agree 100%,
so keep me informed,
and take care of that foot.
Don't you want to be there?
I have absolute trust in your abilities, Commander.
Well, that's a hell of a thing to tell someone.
Ha! No pressure.
Fine, fine.
Ivanova to security.
Tell the Drazi we'll meet in chambers
and we'll try this again.
As soon as I can figure out how to stand up.
Then he said, "don't come here again."
That's it?
Unacceptable. You'll have to go back.
It won't work. They're not for sale.
No? And how do you know?
It's just something in the way he looks at you,
something in his voice.
Londo, they're going away.
Money doesn't matter to them,
power doesn't matter to them.
Money and power always matter.
Not to them.
I don't think it's a good idea for anyone
to get between them and where they're going.
Being seen with them, being given their blessing
would be a powerful symbol back home,
but if they won't come to me,
perhaps they will come to someone else,
someone they can't ignore.
I'll be right back.
Hey, chief. How you doing?
Hey, Lou.
Fine, fine. You?
You know, the usual.
Me and the rest of the guys,
we were wondering,
when are you gonna come back on duty?
Look, we bought a cake, all right?
It's been sitting there for two days now.
Are you kidding me?
You pass up a cake for two days?
What's the deal?
What have you done with the real Lou Welch? Huh?
Hey, security! Security, over here!
We got another guy with a changeling net.
Seriously, chief,
when are you coming back?
Everybody misses you.
You know, it just, uh...
You know, it ain't been the same without you.
Soon...
Real soon now.
[Beep beep]
Welch.
We've got another Drazi fight
in brown 3. Code blue.
I'm on my way.
I got to go.
I'll catch you later?
Then you are familiar with the techno-mages, hmm?
Only by name and reputation.
I've never seen one before.
I wasn't really sure they even existed
before now.
Ahh. Most unfortunate.
On my world,
we have had considerable experience with them.
They can be a source of great trouble
unless one knows how to deal with them.
Mmm.
And you do?
Of course.
With so many here at one time
and you being new to Babylon 5
and your...
Well, your inexperience in such matters--
no offense.
Oh. None taken.
It has occurred to me that I...
Could be of some small assistance
in averting trouble.
And what would you get out of it?
Ohh.
A clear conscience and a peaceful sleep.
As it happens...
I just heard about their presence about an hour ago.
They're definitely emigrating, but won't say where.
Earth wants more information before letting them go,
so this is as good an opportunity as any.
I'll set up a meeting. 9:00?
I'll be there.
I'm pleased, Captain,
that our first discussions have gone so smoothly.
I'm looking forward to many more in the future.
Until later, then.
Commander Ivanova, I thought you should know.
We just received news from the Drazi homeworld.
Make my day and tell me this stupid fighting is over with.
Just the opposite. The Greens upped the ante.
They've started killing purples,
not just hurting them.
Have the local Drazi heard about this yet?
I don't know.
I need a full tactical squad. I need it now!
On the way.
Elric: Captain...
I insist.
Neither I nor any of my clan
represent any threat whatsoever
to this station.
So you say. But you have to understand
that when something like this comes to my attention,
I have to look into it.
There are an awful lot of you here--
over 100, according to security--
and you refuse to tell Earth central where you're going?
We have a right to go where we wish,
when we wish, with as many as we wish
without being harassed, questioned, or detained.
I am not looking to cause you trouble.
I just would like some questions answered, that's all.
[Clears throat]
Sorry to be late, gentlemen.
I was...Unavoidably detained.
Matters of state.
You understand.
I can tell by the sense of joy permeating the room
that I was right to offer my services as a mediator.
Is this the one who brought us to your attention?
Only after I'd heard about your situation
at my security briefing.
Captain,
you have been used.
This creature
has been seeking an audience with me ever since I arrived.
Is this true?
Absolutely not.
My name is Vir Koto, diplomatic attache!!
To Ambassador Londo Mollari of the Centauri Republic.
My employer requests an audience.
You were saying...
Recording a conversation.
A very low thing to do.
But in the interest of good relations,
I'm willing to forgive.
I offer the hands of friendship.
I accept.
I assume you will not take advantage of this gesture
or misrepresent it as some sort of endorsement.
No. Of course not.
Risky business--
condemning my recording device while using one of your own.
I can explain everything.
I do not like to be used.
You must learn manners and respect.
From this moment on you will!
I think you should leave, Ambassador,
before I decide to report
your attempt to bug my office,
and send you back home
on the slowest transport I can find.
Of course.
My apologies.
I apologize for that incident with Ambassador Mollari,
but there are still some questions
that I need answered.
Where you're going, what's this group all about.
Captain...
Do you believe there is such a thing as magic?
Well, when I was 12,
I used to sit in my dad's garden,
the air full of the smell of orange blossoms,
watching the sky,
dreaming of faraway places.
Back then I think I believed
in just about everything.
Now... I don't know.
I do think
there are some things we don't understand.
If we went back in time 1,000 years
and tried to explain this place to people,
they could only accept it in terms of magic.
Well, perhaps...
It is magic.
The magic of the human heart,
focused and made manifest by technology.
Every day you here create greater miracles
than the burning bush.
Maybe.
But God was there first
and he didn't need solar batteries
and a fusion reactor to do it.
Perhaps. Perhaps not.
It is within that ambiguity that my brothers and I exist.
We are dreamers, shapers, singers, and makers.
We study the mysteries of laser and circuit,
crystal and scanner.
Holographic demons and invocations of equations,
these are the tools we employ.
And we know many things.
Such as?
The true secrets. The important things.
14 words to make someone fall in love with you forever.
Seven words to make them go without pain.
How to say goodbye to a friend who is dying.
How to be poor.
How to be rich.
How to rediscover dreams
when the world has stolen them from you.
That is why we are going away,
to preserve that knowledge.
From what?
There is a storm coming,
a black and terrible storm.
We would not have our knowledge lost
or used to ill purpose.
From this place,
we will launch ourselves into the stars.
With luck, you will never see our kind again
in your lifetime.
I know you have your orders, Captain.
Detain us if you wish,
but I cannot tell you where we're going.
I can only ask you to trust us.
Orange blossom.
I want to see the leader of the Greens.
We just had another Drazi killed.
Natural selection.
Do not interfere.
I have to.
I can't have this station disrupted any further.
This has to stop, and it has to stop now.
Look, I just hobbled all the way over
from blue sector.
You could at least let me talk to him.
[Door slams]
Drazi stronghold,
not place for humans.
You do not talk polite to Drazi,
but, because you hurt by Drazi,
I welcome you.
Rise above our differences.
Our differences is not the issue.
The issue is Drazi killing each other here
and on your homeworld.
Would you prefer we murder humans?
Look, I came here to help. If you don't want to hear--
no, no. We take help.
I have solution to our problem.
Go on.
You tell purple Drazi to gather in brown 29--
not used by others,
will not be disturbed.
Talk peace talk,
find solution.
If you tell,
they will trust.
All right. Then what?
Then, when all purple Drazi in one place,
open hatch to space.
Flush oxygen.
Vacuum.
Purple Drazi cannot breathe.
All purple Drazi,
all purple Drazi die.
Station is quiet again.
No more fighting.
Green Drazi win. You win.
Everybody-- everybody win.
I don't believe this.
You're talking about the cold-blooded slaughter
of almost 2,000 Drazi.
Don't you understand? These are your own people.
No. Purple.
Purple.
You will help?
No.
Ahh. Great shame.
We already sent word to purple to come.
Use your name.
You will stay here until we are done.
Ivanova to secur--
now we finish this
our way.
Ooh, whoa.
Lou, what's going on? What's the commotion?
We got an uplink from Commander Ivanova.
We got to clear out brown 29
for some big Drazi meeting.
Commander? Good for her.
Good to see things are working out
for someone around here.
Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Lou, you say you got an uplink, not a personal message?
Yeah, but we checked the I.D. On the dataphone.
It came from her link.
Yeah, I know, I know, but did you talk to her?
No, the message said she was gonna be offline
for a while. Look, I gotta go.
All right. Hey, where was she last time you talked to her?
Alien sector. Uh, brown 2.
What does it take to get through to you?
You're making a mistake of galactic proportions.
Assaulting an Earth Alliance officer,
attempting mass murder--
green must fight purple.
Purple must fight green.
Is no other way.
Just my luck,
I get stuck with a race that speaks only in macros.
[Pounding on doors]
Howdy-do, sir. I'm looking for the lady of the house
assuming you're not the lady of the house.
Anyway, I'm here to sell you something
to make your life easier, cleaner,
and all-around happier.
Yes, sir, the acme handy-dandy micro helper
right here in this box.
If you'll just allow me to demonstrate,
this will only take a moment.
Well, well. I can see this is gonna be a hard sell.
This is just my little way of helping. So trust me. Ok?
Matter of fact, if there's anybody in here
who needs a little help, just say the word. I'm here.
Garibaldi!
Ambassador?
Here.
[Sigh]
Look.
A holodemon.
It has possessed my data system,
consuming records, personal files,
everything.
20 minutes ago, it gathered together
the pieces of my personal financial account
and cast an equation spell.
I now own 200,000 shares in a spoonlanch.
And that sound.
Th-that hideous sound.
Yes. Narn opera.
Ooh.
Our friend the techno-mage
has an especially perverse sense of humor.
I have to find a way to stop this.
You could always...
Apologize.
Apologize!
Never.
Congratulations, you are now the owner
of 500,000 shares of fireflies incorporated.
On the other hand...
Going somewhere?
Guess what. It looks like the purple Drazi
bought that story of yours
about one big fight to the death.
They're waiting for you in brown 29.
Now, I can't let you space them,
as appealing as that idea sounds at the moment.
But we do have another solution.
As long as they're all together
in one place like that,
we're gonna keep them there for a while.
How long?
Just a few days.
Ivanova checked the data files on your people.
It turns out this stupid contest of yours
lasts just one cycle--
a Drazi week is six Earth days.
So in four days...
[Laughter]
What's so funny?
Cycle not Drazi week. Cycle is Drazi year.
1 Drazi year equal 1.2 human years.
Can you keep purple Drazi
prisoner that long, Earther?
This...
Is our way.
You can do nothing.
But don't you understand? This is insane.
It doesn't makes any sense
to go on killing each other over a piece of cloth.
You do same, yes, for flag, for honor?
That's different.
Is it?
Yes!
Our flags at least mean something.
It's not as arbitrary as yanking a color out of a box.
I mean, you're fighting and dying
over a stupid piece of cloth!
Look, there's nothing special about it.
It's not patriotic. It's got nothing
but this stupid little star on the middle of it.
What? What's wrong?
Who takes green is green.
Follows green leader.
Who takes cloth for green leader
is green leader.
Greens follow green leader.
Wait a minute.
You're saying that because I'm holding this right now,
I'm green leader?
But I'm human.
Rules of combat
older than contact with other races.
Did not mention aliens.
Rules change...
Caught up in committee.
Not come through yet.
Yeah. Bureaucracy. Tell me about it.
Well...
What do you know?
All right.
Greens follow green leader, hmm?
Green leader says...
You're coming with us down to the quartermaster's office.
I'm sure there'll be some dye hanging around.
Those of you not spending the next two months in the brig
for assaulting an Earth Alliance officer
are going to look absolutely gorgeous in purple.
Hello?
♪ Hello? ♪
[Loud clank]
I admit...
Perhaps my enthusiasm
for--for a personal meeting...
[Low growling]
Was...
Excessive.
[Louder growling]
And certainly...
Certainly the incident with the concealed camera...
[Grr]
Was regrettable.
[Rahhhhhrrr]
And I would just like to say
that for any misunderstanding
that might have grown out of all of this...
I...
[Rahhhrr]
I apologize!
[Silence]
Well...
I'm pleased to see
that you are a sympathetic and understanding group.
I will go now.
If you ever come this way again, though,
perhaps we can do-- do business after all, yes?
Good-bye.
Lou: It's really great to see you back in uniform, chief.
Hey! Hey!
Welcome back.
Yeah! Whoo!
So tell the truth, Garibaldi.
What made you come back to duty?
Well, for a while there
I really didn't know what I had to offer anymore.
And then I decided I bring
two unique qualifications to the job.
Number one, as the Captain here
was kind enough to point out,
I know this place and everybody on it...
Intimately.
Hey. I beg your pardon.
Hey, in the 2 years you've been here
you've never been more than 2 inches away
from your link. Knowing that little piece of information
helped save your butt.
Ok, Garibaldi, what's reason number two?
I don't trust anybody.
When somebody tells me we get a message from Ivanova,
I don't believe it until I get it from her point-blank.
So in other words you're perfect for the job
because you're paranoid and compulsive.
Or compulsively paranoid.
Who told you to say that?
[Beep beep]
Sheridan. Talk to me.
You said you wanted to know
when the techno-mages were leaving, Captain.
They're boarding now.
Thank you. I'll be right there.
I have to head up to control.
I'll see you in a bit, huh?
Oh, and, uh, Mr. Garibaldi...
Michael.
I'm glad you agreed to stay on.
Private liner crystal cabin is now in final check
prior to departure.
[Clears throat] Excuse me.
I wanted to thank you
for your amusing little gift.
It took me two hours
to repair the damage to my quarters.
And I don't think the smell will go away for days.
Now if I may ask,
does this torment end when you leave?
Or am I going to have to spend the rest of my life
paying for one little mistake?
I'm afraid you're going to have to spend
the rest of your life paying for your mistakes.
Not this one, of course. It's trivial.
I have withdrawn the spell. But there will be others.
What are you talking about?
You are touched by darkness, Ambassador.
I see it as a blemish that will grow with time.
I could warn you, of course, but you would not listen.
I could kill you, but someone would take your place.
So I do the only thing I can.
I go.
Oh, I...
Believe it was an endorsement you wanted.
A word or two, a picture to send to the folks back home,
confirming that you have a destiny before you.
Yes, it was just a thought, nothing more.
Well, take this for what little it will profit you.
As I look at you, Ambassador Mollari,
I see a great hand reaching out of the stars.
The hand is your hand.
And I hear sounds,
the sounds of billions of people calling your name.
My followers?
Your victims.
The ship carrying the techno-mages
is requesting permission to leave.
What do I tell them?
Tell them...
Permission granted.
What was it he said?
Dreamers,
shapers,
singers,
makers.
Part of me says we'll not see their like again.
And the part of me that still believes in magic
says don't be so sure.
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