Repair crews report
they'll be finished by 1500 hours.
Good.
I want to send a message to Babylon 5,
attention of Captain John Sheridan.
And, uh...
Take this down exactly.
Oh, good, Captain, I was about to call you.
We just received a message for you...
From Captain Maynard of the Cortez.
It's rather rude, sir.
Rude?
Unless all your friends call you "swamp rat."
[Laughs]
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.
She just sent in the requisition separately.
She's asking for a lot.
Must have 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 2 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 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...
It's really great to see you, Jack.
Yeah. You, too, John.
Last I heard, you were heading for the rim.
Yeah, we spent two years
mapping most of sector 900.
You'll probably get the updated star charts
in about a month.
I saw you on the news when they announced
your posting here.
Don't tell me you get ISN out on the rim now?
Hell, no. We got called back in
to do a repair on one of the euphrates' gates.
But 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 Ambassador Delenn of the Minbari federation.
Ambassador, Captain 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?
Uh-huh.
She doesn't look like one.
I mean, she does, but she doesn't.
What's the deal?
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.
Ah, this is some kind of setup
you're running here, John.
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.
I 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.
Right now you still have iron deficiency.
Your blood pressure's always been
a little high.
I'm prescribing preslacom
and putting you on a restricted diet
so you'll 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 with a pint of olive oil,
extra virgin. Yeah.
Then you melt about 1/4 pound of butter into it.
Oh, man! 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.
Here's a list of things
I want you to try to avoid.
But i--i like all this stuff,
es-especially-- oh, come on.
Doc.
Hmm?
Doc, doc. Doc.
There's nothing left.
Oh, 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 you following the plan,
but this gives me the perfect excuse
to call all ranking station personnel
for an athrogenic factor profile.
People don't eat right--
skip meals,
eat strange things at odd hours.
I mean, someone has to look after
your health.
O.k. 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...
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 diehard spacer like you
would wind up tied to a desk.
Well, it's a helluva desk to be tied to.
To a good visit on Babylon 5.
Babylon 5.
The glory shop, the green tiger,
finagle's place--
they've all filed written complaints,
and the card vendors have been
bending my ear about it
every time I walk through the zocalo.
So, what are you doing about it?
We're running checks
on the security system videos
in the stores
to see if we can pick up any
familiar faces.
I've doubled the zocalo watch
in rush hours,
but it hasn't helped so far.
Sounds like a petty shoplifting wave, Mr. Garibaldi.
Surely, you can handle it.
Yes, I can, but
I just thought you'd want to be informed.
I appreciate that, but it's your job.
I'll expect a full report
when you've apprehended the thieves, understood?
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've 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.
Yeah, but your stories
are much more interesting.
Not necessarily.
Well, there was that time that you took leave on Mars
and that dancer, as I recall.
Captain to Sheridan.
Uh, yes, Captain Maynard.
July 12, 2253.
Oh...forget I said anything.
Forget I said anything.
So, where are you headed next, Captain?
Back out to the rim, the new rim.
Now that we've finished mapping sector 900,
we're hoping to build two new jump gates
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 about
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 a couple of months ago
asking if something was living in hyperspace.
Nothing can live in hyperspace.
What do you say, Captain?
Well, living--
I don't know about that, Lieutenant,
but there's something out there.
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 weird out on the rim, too.
It's funny.
You never know what you're going to 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 on one of our scout ships.
And?
Well, I noticed that we'd gotten
out of sight of the Cortez.
And I was just about ready to turn back...
When I saw something.
It was maybe 1,000 kilometers away--
black against space.
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
to ask 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.
Look if it's the credits 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 stuff like this
'cause they can give space to lighter-weight items.
Man, 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.
Look, I'm working on it. That's all I can say.
All right. Good enough.
Oh, one last thing--
don't mention this to Dr. Franklin, o.K.?
No problem, but that's going to cost you.
It's gonna cost me for you
to say nothing to somebody?
How much for you to say nothing
to everybody?
Oh, no, you couldn't afford it.
10 pounds?
A 10-pound gain isn't too bad.
You could afford to lose it.
Here's a list of foods I want you to avoid.
No meat, low fat, lots of vegetables.
It's rabbit food.
Well, it's only for a little while,
Captain.
We'll get those 10 pounds off
in no time.
Who's "we"?
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 is 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?
I'll have you know
I don't have an ounce of fat on my body.
I exercise vigorously once a day
despite my injury and--
but when you do 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.
I'll see you when you come back
this way again.
Might be a few years.
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--
duty hours, routine--
dull stuff half the time.
Every once in a while, something interesting happens,
but the adventure's all in the mind.
As my chief of security would say,
that is a load of horse hockey.
The adventure's out there, Jack.
A man has to go meet it.
Well, sometimes it comes to you.
Wait for it, Johnny.
Captain Maynard, please report to the Cortez.
You are wanted aboard.
Captain 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, hear me?
I'd like to come back to it.
Babylon control,
this is the Cortez, c-1-9er-9er.
We are ready for jump.
May I?
This is Babylon control, Cortez.
You're 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 the new consular group
from Pak'ma'ra' boarded 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 that you and only you
can straighten out this matter to his satisfaction.
Oh...[sighs]
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? Huh?
Starships run on details.
You've always run a tight ship.
That's an admirable trait.
B-5 can never run in quite the same way.
But you've 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 b-5 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, uh...
Take those alien delegations
and switch 'em around
and see if you can smooth
any ruffled feathers.
Um, refresh my memory, huh?
Does the Tokati Ambassador
have feathers?
No, sir.
I'll take care of it.
What's our eta on the other side of--
[alarmed shouts]
Emergency power.
All stations report.
Exec's hurt bad, sir.
Well, then get Dr. Rhoner up here
on the double,
and check for more casualties.
Pat.
What's our flight status?
Power's down 30%. We're flying blind.
After we jumped, the fusion reactor spiked,
but it came back on-line.
The system wasn't ready to handle it.
The e.M.P. Blew out the entire tracking system.
Meaning we've lost the lock-on signal
from the jump gate.
Yes, sir. Without it,
we can't find our way out of hyperspace.
It turned out to be a bunch of kids
stealing on a dare.
Some kind of an initiation thing.
We couldn't get a lock on 'em
because it was never the same one twice.
So I slipped some security guards
in the salespeople,
and they nailed one of the kids in the act.
He talked his mouth off, and that was it.
What'd you do with him?
I spaced him.
No. I made him give back all the stolen stuff
and assigned him to community service.
That seems 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 revolting.
Food plan.
Whatever. Whatever.
What are we going to do about it?
Mm-hmm.
That'll do it nicely.
Oh.
[Ivanova] Ahem!
[Whistle]
Yeah.
Mmm.
Anything?
Power's coming back,
but navigation's shot to hell, 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 swept so far off course,
we'll never find the lock-on signal again.
Well, stay with it.
Yes, sir.
Start transmitting a mayday.
Our transmission's pretty iffy
this far into hyperspace, sir.
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.
[Breaking up] This is Cortez.
There's been a--
to navig-- instruments.
No lock-on signal.
We are stranded in hyperspace.
Lost.
Please respond.
Mayday! May--
please respond.
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?
[Sighs]
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?
Commander 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 life boat service.
When a ship foundered in bad weather,
they'd go out in huge dories
to save the crew and passengers.
They'd form a line of life boats
from the ship to the shore.
It's a kind of lifeline.
The first fighter will stop just inside the gate
and lock onto the gate's signal.
The second fighter will proceed
1,000 kilometers further in
and lock onto the signal of the first one.
The third fighter will lock onto 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
in all directions,
there's a chance the Cortez will pick it up.
If they're in range.
We can extend the range
by moving the fighters further out,
like an expanding telescope.
Now, it's a long shot...
But it's their only chance.
Any questions?
[All] 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 standbys.
Initiate drop sequence.
[Sheridan] Zeta squadron.
Zeta squadron standing by.
An old friend of mine once quoted me
an ancient Egyptian blessing.
"God be between you and harm
and 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 honing in on it
and sending a sheepdog to lead you home.
You got the signal, Warren?
[Beeping]
Hard to get a bead on it, sir.
Radio locator doesn't want to settle.
Keep scanning.
Yes, sir.
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?
Mmm.
He was my first commanding officer.
The old moon-Mars patrol, before the war.
Damn, I thought he knew everything.
He did, too.
Captain Maynard knows the risks he takes
every time he orders a 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. 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.
Aah!
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?
[Firing guns]
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 star fury restored.
Cortez, get out of here now!
Star fury, this is the Cortez.
We can come after you.
Do you copy?
System not functioning. Engines down.
If you come after me, we'll both get lost. Go!
Thanks, star fury.
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, 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!
O.k.?
Yeah.
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.
When he used to cook it--
I mean, the smell--
oh, man, the smell would fill the whole place.
It's funny how when I watched him cook,
I knew he was doing it because he loved me.
He just could never say it,
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...
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're never easy places,
but they are right.
Wherever we are
is the right place
at 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.
Yeah.
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 nubulae 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.
Yeah.
Thrusters back on line.
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.
[Beeping]
Jump gate activated.
Babylon control,
request permission to dock.
Permission granted.
Welcome home.
Thank you, sir.
Commander 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 own 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?
It's the only way I can describe it.
This feeling that something's out there,
you just never forget it.
I want to 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, uh...
Isn't John supposed to be here?
Yes, he is. That reminds me...
Where's Garibaldi?
Ooh...
Yeah!
Trust me, doc.
You are gonna love this.
I can feel my arteries hardening
just being in the same room with it.
All right.
Oh, that's good.
Mm-hmm. Told ya.
That is very good.
Mmm. You think that's good,
wait till dessert.
Wait a minute.
I didn't authorize dessert.
Then you can't have any.
What is it?
Doesn't matter. You're not getting any.
Now, now... Let's not be hasty.
No, 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.
This station doesn't run itself.
Captain Maynard, Lieutenant Caffer,
and the rest of the pilots would like you to join them
in the officers' club.
All right. 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?
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