[Agitated chatter]
Please, please, everyone.
Listen to me.
Everyone, please.
You have to understand,
the alliance is moving as quickly as it can.
You promised us technological advances
when we joined you.
They're coming...
As soon as all your governments
sign the declaration of principles.
You have agreed to abide by everything else.
Why can't you sign the declaration?
You cannot legislate morality, Delenn.
No, but we can encourage others
to act with charity toward one another.
The alliance is about more than hardware.
I would remind the Drazi Ambassador
that the Centauri Republic
has already signed the declaration.
And if the Centauri can sign it,
anybody can sign it.
That's right. Wait a minute.
The Drazi have always respected
the rights of our neighboring worlds.
We have never enslaved a race
or exploited another race.
We do not need others
to teach us morality.
The Drazi refuse to sign
because we do not need to sign.
Who stands with us?
Wait, wait, wait. Listen.
Everyone please listen.
That was quite a little circus
you had going there, Mr. President.
Londo thinks we should
drop the declaration of principles.
Yeah, well, you gotta consider the source, right?
Mmm. G'Kar's taking it as a personal rejection
since he wrote the damn thing.
Oh, writers.
They are a sensitive bunch.
And Delenn?
Ready to strangle someone,
which is saying a lot for her.
So where do you stand?
[Sighs] I hate to say it, but I'm with Londo.
This isn't the time
to start legislating morality or ethics, fairness.
Hell, we've been working on that one
for over 6,000 years.
You're not gonna settle it now.
If we don't make it clear what we stand for
right from the start,
then we don't stand for anything.
I didn't go through all this
just to make a social club
or some high-tech store.
This is about something.
I'm not arguing.
I'm just saying this isn't the right time.
Right now,
we should be concentrating on more concrete issues.
Now, call me a warmonger if you like
or slightly to the right of Attila the hun,
but as your duly appointed director of covert activities,
I'd like to see a little less of the touchy-feely
and a little more
of the iron fist and the velvet glove.
These people respect strength, nothing else.
That's exactly the problem.
We have to get them to think in other terms.
In time.
But for now, you have to get their attention
and prove to them that we're a power to contend with,
and then you can send them the roses and the chocolates.
Look, John,
I'm not trying to tell you how to run your empire.
Hell, I can hardly even organize my socks.
But this alliance of yours is at a very critical stage.
It's still an infant,
and it's gonna stand or fall,
depending on what you do over the next 6 months.
Now, sooner or later, you're gonna have to use force
to make this thing work.
If I were you, I'd be spending my time
contemplating that nasty reality
and let morality take care of itself.
You came all the way out here
just to depress me?
No. I could do that anytime.
I had a couple of ideas I wanted to run by you,
but you've got enough to think about.
It can wait.
Will it depress me?
Probably.
Merkat.
Merkat...
He is here. They have come.
He is a Ranger.
He will help us, merkat.
He will take word of our situation
to the alliance at Babylon 5,
and they will come.
They will fight for us,
and they will save us.
They must save us.
We have no other hope.
And so it begins...
There is a hole in your mind.
What do you want?
No one here is exactly what he appears.
Nothing's the same anymore.
Commander Sinclair is being reassigned.
Why don't you
eliminate the entire Narn homeworld?
I see a great hand reaching out of the stars...
Who are you?
President Clark signed a decree today declaring...
These orders have forced us to declare independence.
Weapons, surprise...
...get off their encounter-suited butts
and do something.
You're the one we want.
...to Z'ha'dum will die.
Why are you here?
Do you have anything worth living for?
I think of the beautiful cities...
Like giants in the playground...
Get the hell out of our galaxy!
We are here to place President Clark under arrest.
Delenn: And the Abbai delegation
says they will be willing to join the alliance
if they can be guaranteed food shipments
during their winter months.
Apparently, they have had trouble with the weather,
leading to crop shortages.
Why not just sell them
weather-control technology?
We do not sell. We give.
And that doesn't address their immediate concern.
What about the Pak'ma'ra?
They have an outpost just a couple of jumps from there,
an agricultural colony.
It produces far more food than they need.
Maybe they can help.
G'Kar...
Ahem. G'Kar? Hmm?
Oh, sorry. I...
I was modifying clause 12
in the declaration of principles.
I was thinking that if I could make it
more linguistically suitable to the Drazi,
they might be open to signing it.
Great maker, I need a drink.
Well, they don't like
to say "we commit" to anything.
They prefer "the universe
through us agrees to..."
Make that 2 drinks.
Somehow, G'Kar,
I don't think a rewrite will solve the problem.
We may be able
to get the Pak'ma'ra on board to help,
but they are going to need something in exchange.
Oh. Offer them my body.
Another 10 minutes of this,
I'll be dead anyway.
I second the motion.
Sheridan: G'Kar--
just a moment.
My muse is speaking to me.
All right, while we're waiting
for G'Kar's muse to finish up,
I believe Mr. Garibaldi has some business
he'd like to put before us. Michael.
Couple of weeks back,
after they saved your life, Mr. President,
you gave a small colony of telepaths permission
to take up residence here on the station.
At the time, they said they were willing
to work to earn their keep. I may have a solution.
Go on.
I've been collating the latest reports from the Rangers,
and while they're all very thorough and very considering,
they could be better, more complete.
How? They use every available means
of gathering information.
Not every means.
I think I know where this is going.
I want permission to use some of these telepaths
to gather covert intelligence on our behalf.
Now, there are rules
against that sort of thing, Michael.
Yeah, that's right, that's right, psi corps rules.
But who in this room supports the psi corps anyway?
And, besides, the rules apply only to human telepaths.
Minbari telepaths can do whatever they want,
the Centauri have been using military teeps
for over 300 years.
Every race, except ours and the Narns
use telepaths in some kind of military
or intelligence capability,
and the only reason the Narns don't do it
is because they don't have any natural-born teeps.
No offense.
None taken.
Now, look, I know you have reservations.
I'm not big on telepaths myself.
I'm not big on guns either.
But if everyone else has them,
I want to make sure
I get my hands on the biggest one I can.
So why do we wanna handicap ourselves
when everyone else is doing it?
These people are on the run,
we provided them with food, clothing,
a place for meeting more of their own kind.
Michael, we know there is a crisis coming
between normals and telepaths.
I let them aboard,
figuring we could keep them in our back pocket
until they were needed.
And all I'm saying is,
let's move into the front pocket instead of the back pocket.
Let's put them to use now
instead of waiting till the last moment.
If they want to work, I say, great, here's a chance.
All right, look, this may be a moot point anyway.
They may say no.
All I want is permission to have the conversation.
They say no, end of discussion.
They say yes, we can vote on it,
call it a fact-finding mission.
Nothing wrong with facts, is there?
Never met a fact yet I didn't like.
All right, all right.
I suppose there's no harm
in just having a conversation. Go on.
But don't commit us to anything.
Done. I'll be in touch.
You've misspelled this.
There's no "y" in liberties.
Oh, go away.
Repress someone else.
As you wish.
I...
Ha.
Afternoon. I'm looking
for a guy named Byron.
I hear he's kind of
in charge around here.
Ok. Let's try this again, shall we?
Now, I'm here
on behalf of President Sheridan.
You know, the guy who lets you live here
and eat here and...
Whatever here.
Anyway...
If you're not gonna cooperate,
then I'm gonna have to tell him
that you're just being downright unfriendly.
Afternoon. My name's Michael Garibaldi--
yes, it is.
And the answer is no.
Wait a second.
You didn't hear what I had to say.
Yes, I did.
I heard your proposition, I heard what you thought
I would probably say in response,
and I heard the counter-arguments
you planned to use.
I know you're having some discomfort with those shoes
and that lunch is not sitting well with you just now.
Not big on privacy, are you?
I did nothing. Wait a--
do you know what a telepath has to do
in order to avoid picking up stray thoughts?
We have to kick down our natural abilities,
run rhymes and little songs through our heads
'round and 'round.
All that to keep from picking up
what you're broadcasting loud enough to be heard
halfway down the hall.
You're one of those people
who rehearses everything, Mr. Garibaldi.
You never enter a situation
until you've gone over it and over it
a hundred times,
worked out what you will say,
what the other person will say,
how you'll respond.
It's...quite remarkable
and extremely depressing.
That little personality quirk
must have cost you more than a few relationships.
Mundanes want us to fill our heads
with noise and babble so we won't hear
what you're shouting at the top of your minds.
I didn't need to scan you, Mr. Garibaldi,
and even if I did, since you were here to ask us
to do the same to others on your behalf,
you do not exactly have the moral high ground
to complain, now, do you?
You said you wanted to work to earn your keep.
We did.
We do.
We will work.
We will fix, sell, rent... Our services.
We will do whatever we must to survive,
but we will no longer take orders from mundanes
or belong to organizations which take us in
only when it is convenient,
when they need us and when they can use us.
That includes psi corps,
and that includes you.
Good day, Mr. Garibaldi.
Ranger: White Star 90...
Requesting emergency docking.
Medical assistance needed.
P.A.: Trauma team to med lab one.
How is he?
Not good. Multiple fractures,
lost a lot of blood. I think he's in shock.
Let's go, people! Let's move! Let's move now!
Come on! Bring it in! Bring it in.
Listen, you've got to help them.
They're all gonna die.
I understand.
You got to help them.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
That's it.
Can you do anything for him, Steven?
Anything at all?
I've done everything I can, Delenn.
The ship was shot to hell,
computer systems down,
long-range com systems dead,
life support nonexistent.
It's a miracle he got here in one piece.
He's in a deep coma,
and the damage is just too severe.
At most, I'd say he has a few hours.
Were you able to find out why he was coming here?
No. He passed out
before he could say anything.
One thing's for sure, though,
somebody wanted to stop him
from getting here alive.
If we do not find out,
then his death will be meaningless
and whoever did this
will be allowed to escape justice.
We need a telepath. Quickly.
It won't be admissible in court.
There are higher courts, Stephen.
Surely, we will find justice in one of them.
They must save us. We have no other hope.
Our world has many resources
other races might find valuable.
We kept this to ourselves
because we do not have the capacity
to defend ourselves
from those who would take them from us.
10 years ago, the raiders fell upon us.
They came in great ships and destroyed our cities,
our fields.
They imprisoned and killed our leaders.
They come twice each year
and take what they want,
leaving us with barely enough to survive.
We cannot beat them,
but we have chosen to fight.
This time, we have said no.
We have hidden away
everything they would take from us,
and their anger has been terrible.
[Explosion]
We wish to join your new alliance.
What others have taken by force,
we wish to give freely to your cause.
In 12 days,
they will come by force.
If you come by then to help, then we will live.
If you do not come...
We will die.
I'm dying, aren't I?
Aren't I?
I'm sorry.
The enfili are a good people,
decent people.
Don't let them die because I failed.
Let my life...
And my death...
Have meaning.
Heart rate, respiration, zero.
Brain activity, zero.
He's dead.
Did you get it?
Delenn: Lyta says they're called enfili.
Their world is located
on the edge of Drazi space, but the Drazi
have never claimed it as a protectorate,
never shown much interest
in the outer territories.
Mmm. So they are on their own
unless we help them out...
Which means getting into a firefight.
Ha. Garibaldi was right.
I know. I hate it when he's right.
Yeah. Well, have you spoken to Londo
or G'Kar about this?
Yes. They wish this
could have come at a better time,
as if there is ever a good time for this,
but agree that we must intervene.
The enfili have asked for membership
in the alliance.
They have asked for our help,
and now, according
to G'Kar's declaration of principles,
we are obligated to provide both.
Oh, I can just hear Londo now.
[Imitating Londo's voice] I imagine you are
finding your principles most inconvenient now, yes?
He went on for a bit longer,
but that was the sense of it.
Yeah.
Well, he's right.
Yes, this is going to be inconvenient.
Yes, I wanted to avoid this for awhile.
But we knew we were gonna have to get into it sooner or later.
We might as well get it over with now.
I just wish I knew what we were getting into.
Whoever's out there bombing the enfili,
they managed to trash a White Star.
That means...
Superior firepower in strength or in numbers.
Or both.
Yeah, thanks.
So I have no idea how many White Stars
to send out there to deal with this.
Well...
If you're going to make a point,
why not make it
so that no one misses it?
Send all of them.
Or at least as many as we can afford.
Dukhat once told me,
"if you can create
"sufficient fear in your enemies,
"you may not have to fight them.
"Always remember that terror
is also a form of communication."
Oh, he taught you well.
[Beep]
Sheridan to c&c.
C&c. Go.
Contact the White Star fleet,
send as many as possible to rendezvous
at a staging area in sector 500 x 9 x 13.
Confirmed. What's the mission?
The new interstellar alliance,
fresh out of its crib
and before it's even learned how to walk,
is gonna go find the neighborhood bully
and pick a fight.
Then you are familiar with the enfili.
Only distantly.
They are on the furthest edge
of our territory.
We have little interest in that area.
Ah. I understand.
Still, I thought you should know our intentions.
These people have been victimized by raiders,
and they deserve every bit of help that we can give them.
Since this encroaches on Drazi space,
I wanted you to know that we were going in
and ask for your help.
Here's the background information.
Of course.
I will speak with my government.
If we can help, we will do so.
Thank you. Thank you.
We'll wait for you
at the rendezvous point for as long as we can.
Hi.
I've been looking all over for you.
I've got a job for you.
Why, I'm fine, Mr. Garibaldi.
Thank you so much for asking.
Uh, sorry.
How ya doing?
I have had a day.
I heard. Delenn told me.
That's why I'm here. I thought that--
did she tell you
I was inside his mind when he died?
Do you have any idea what that feels like?
Do you have any idea what that does to you?
No, not really.
And do you know why?
Because you're not supposed to know.
No one is supposed to know
except the person who is dying.
When it happens...
When it happens,
you see it as a door opening,
because there's no other way
for the human mind
to interpret what you're seeing.
You feel the other person slipping away,
and for a second, it catches you.
It pulls you in,
and a part of your soul goes with him.
I don't believe in souls.
Call it whatever you want,
but inside, in here,
there's a part of you that goes cold,
empty.
And after that...
You're never quite whole again.
I've only been through it twice.
I've seen other telepaths
who've been through it
4 or 5 times,
and you look into their eyes...
And there's nothing there anymore.
The rumor around psi corps
is that's what happened to Mr. Bester.
Did you know that?
No.
They say he was always volunteering
for deathbed scans.
I guess he wanted to know
what was on the other side.
They say he was there inside someone's mind
when they died, and...
He went too deep.
Saw more than anyone should ever see.
And when the door closed...
The rest of him...
Maybe the best of him...
Never came back.
So, yeah, I've had a day.
I've had one hell of a day.
And what kind of a job
would you like me to do for you, Mr. Garibaldi?
I'm putting together a covert intelligence unit.
I'd like to include a small group of telepaths.
Since we have a bunch of them
living down in brown sector,
I went to see them.
Did they tell you they were tired
of being used by mundanes?
Yes.
Did they tell you to go to hell?
In so many words.
Well...
Then I don't see a problem.
Nice talking to you, Michael.
Lyta, ok, look, I know you've had a tough day
and that you're upset,
but I need you to get past that for a second.
If all the other races use telepaths
as information-gathering resources,
we need the same if we're gonna compete.
So you want me to talk to them, one teep to another?
Well, they'll listen to you.
You're one of their kind. I'm asking you
to do this as a personal favor.
If not for me, then Sheridan, Delenn.
Lyta, they believe
in this new alliance.
They think they can
make a difference, help people.
Me, I don't know
what to believe anymore.
But they're trying, Lyta.
They're trying so hard, and they're gonna need
all the help they can get,
whether they know it or not.
Now, I came back because I figured
they deserve a fighting chance
to make this work,
and I'm gonna give it to them.
You do this for me, and, I swear,
I will never ask you for anything ever again.
Till the next time.
All right.
[Sighs]
[Beep beep beep]
[Softly[ Open.
John, what are you doing out there?
Oh, I couldn't sleep.
I just kept running it all through my head...
If we're doing the right thing.
I mean, we hardly know these enfili.
I understand.
What is that?
It looks like the opening
of G'Kar's declaration of principles.
I guess he finished revising it.
Read it to me.
Oh, I'm not nearly as good a speaker as G'Kar is.
Read it.
[Clearing throat]
"The universe speaks in many languages,
"but only one voice.
"The language is not Narn or human or Centauri
"or gaim or Minbari.
[G'Kar's voice joins] It speaks in the language of hope."
G'Kar: It speaks in the language of trust.
It speaks in the language of strength
and the language of compassion.
It is the language of the heart
and the language of the soul.
But always it is the same voice.
It is the voice of our ancestors
speaking through us
and the voice of our inheritors
waiting to be born.
It is the small, still voice that says,
"we are one.
"No matter the blood, no matter the skin,
"no matter the world, no matter the star...
"We are one.
"No matter the pain, no matter the darkness,
"no matter the loss, no matter the fear...
We are one."
Here, gathered together in common cause,
we agree to recognize this singular truth
and this singular rule:
That we must be kind to one another.
"Because each voice enriches us and ennobles us,
"and each voice lost diminishes us.
"We are the voice of the universe,
"the soul of creation,
"the fire that will light the way to a better future.
We are one."
G'Kar: We are one.
You're keeping us out.
You're keeping all of us out.
Why?
I don't let anyone in anymore.
Pity.
Mr. Garibaldi--
yes, I know. He sent you.
You're used to running other people's errands, aren't you?
I can see it in your eyes, your bearing.
Here...
Sit.
No!
What are you--
it was not phrased as a request, now was it?
It was phrased as an order.
Sit.
Stand.
Roll over.
Bark.
Always taking orders,
running errands for other people.
Good little telepath.
Good little lap dog.
Has it occurred to you that you deserve better?
[Softer] Sit.
Please?
It felt better, didn't it?
To be asked.
To have someone do for you for a change.
That's why we're here--
because we're tired of being ordered around
by those who cannot hear the song we hear.
Tired of being used as Cannon fodder...
As inquisitors...
As executioners and as bloodhounds.
They forget we're human beings, too.
No, not human beings. Better.
That's why they're afraid of us.
It's all ego, you know.
"What a piece of work is man.
"How noble in reason.
"How infinite in faculties.
"In form and moving,
"how express and admirable.
"In action, how like an angel.
"In apprehension,
"how like a god.
"The beauty of the world...
The paragon of animals."
The paragon of animals.
6,000 years of brutality, murder, and slavery.
An animal does not do this to its own kind,
but they do it to each other.
And they would do it to us... Unless we stop them,
unless we find a way to help each other,
unless we care for one another.
Tell me that it matters to you that I help your friend.
It matters to me.
Then, for your sake, I will do it.
Tell your friend we will find him two among us
who are trained beyond reproach.
They will find for him all the things that are hidden,
all the things that are dark,
and all the things that are secret.
Thank you.
One more thing.
A first installment on my promise.
I passed the Drazi Ambassador
shortly after he finished talking to Sheridan.
He was broadcasting his thoughts quite loudly.
Tell your friend
that the White Stars they have sent to help the enfili
are going into a trap.
In a little while, they will all die.
And all those they sought to protect will also be dead.
The Drazi were behind the whole thing from the start.
They gave the raiders guns, ships, support, equipment,
and let them go after all the independent worlds
at the end of Drazi space.
In return, the Drazi shared equally in
whatever they took.
It's a beautiful little scheme.
The Drazi keep all the worlds at their borders
beaten down and submissive,
their economy gets a periodic boost
from the raiders' attacks on the outworlds,
and they get to stay above it all.
"Oh, no, no, the Drazi,
we do not exploit other worlds."
Give me a break, lying sacks of...
What about the White Stars?
Byron's information is sketchy on this part,
but he believes the Drazi
are going to lead the White Stars into an ambush,
guaranteeing no further interference.
Before that happens, though,
they're going to hit the enfili homeworld
and wipe out everything in sight
as retribution for trying to bring us in.
And kill everybody who might know
or find out they were involved.
Exactly.
Michael, contact the fleet.
Tell them not to wait for the Drazi.
They are to leave the rendezvous point at once
and head straight for the enfili homeworld
and take up defensive positions.
Maximum burn.
They have to get there before the Drazi arrive.
You saved a lot of lives today, Lyta.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Merkat...merkat. Come. Come see!
I thought it was
a new star in the skies.
Perhaps a good omen.
But they are not stars.
Look!
Sorry to bring you out in the middle of the night,
but we thought you should see this.
Ambassador, good,
you should most definitely take a look at this.
Here, come on over here.
This is the enfili homeworld.
They have recently been the subject of attacks
by raiders that have decimated their homeworld.
Now they have asked for membership in the alliance
and for protection.
We asked the Drazi government to support our action,
since the enfili are on the edge of Drazi space.
Isn't that right, Ambassador?
Yes, yes. But what are those shapes around enfili?
Those are White Stars, Ambassador.
How many?
All of them.
They've taken out the few raiders
who were harassing the population
and taken up defensive positions around their planet.
But they were supposed to wait at the rendezvous point.
You see, we had information
that there may be a larger fleet
coming to attack the enfili homeworld.
The raiders your ships defeated,
do you know if they had a chance
to send out a distress signal?
Oh, no. They were shot
right out of the sky with great efficiency.
We have offered your worlds advice and technology,
offered to help you
coordinate food supplies and resources.
Now we put another of our promises into effect.
Your enemy is our enemy.
Isn't that right, Ambassador?
I--i...
That's why we wanted you
to be here in particular, Ambassador.
To see our fleet in action.
Sheridan: Unless you can think of a reason why we shouldn't.
Is there something wrong, Ambassador?
I, uh...I need to call my government.
We're in the middle of a council meeting.
I'm sure it can wait until later.
Yes, the battle
should be starting very soon now.
No, I need to talk to them--
I need to talk to them right now.
Why?
Could it be because those are your ships
coming to attack the enfili?
Your ships have been working with the raiders
to exploit and terrorize those people for 10 years?
I--i can't--
answer the question, Ambassador.
Yes, yes, it's true!
Please, you have to let me save them.
We have hundreds of our people onboard those ships.
And the enfili have been dying by the thousands
because of you!
You can't fire on our ships.
We're your allies!
We fought alongside you during the Shadow War.
We're on the same side.
Are we?
Ask them. Let them decide.
Uh, please.
Let me stop our fleet,
tell them to turn around.
We will leave the enfili unharmed,
I swear to you!
We will never bother them again.
Please.
All right.
There's an open stellarcom link in the other room.
Go on.
Some of you have asked why you should have to sign
a declaration of principles
before being allowed full membership
in the alliance.
But what you've just seen fully illustrates the point
far more eloquently than I ever could.
G'Kar?
Here.
I thought you were
going to file those away someplace safe.
In a little while.
I was just trying to...
Savor the moment a little.
We don't do that nearly enough
I think sometimes.
If you're celebrating,
why aren't you smiling more?
I was just thinking...
Both our problems were solved by telepaths.
First, by getting the important information
from the Ranger,
and then from the Drazi Ambassador.
Mr. Garibaldi was right.
Again, i-I'm not--
ah, Mr. President.
Oh, good, good, good. I was looking for these.
What are you doing?
Well, we need to get everyone to sign them again.
What?
Well, i--
do you understand what we went through
to get them signed even once?
I revised it again. It's better.
G'Kar!
But look.
It's better.
Some days
it's like living in a madhouse.
Where was I?
You were going to call Mr. Garibaldi
and tell him that you approve of his idea
of working with telepaths.
Right.
Under the circumstances,
I don't see how I can say no.
We've got to watch this, Delenn.
We've got to watch this very closely.
Because we are standing
on the proverbial slippery slope,
and if we're not careful, there's a big fall out there
that's just waiting to happen.
Excuse us.
What you were saying earlier
about telepaths,
I've decided...
I'd like to hear
a little more about your ideas.
Of course.
This way.
Please?