As Magus went to return to his chair, he felt something he hadn't felt in a long time—pain. The pain was coming from his head, from his temple. It wasn't massive, but it still hurt. It was as if something was tugging at him, tugging at his mind, something that had been dormant for centuries. The pain soon passed. The last time he had felt something similar to this was three hundred years ago. He thought he had dealt with the problem then.
As Commodore Ross sat in the command chair of the Saratoga, General Hague watched the scanners, and looked at the ever increasing number of ships that was joining his defense force. He was pleased. Those who had been divided by the happenings in the Federation in recent months were now bonded together by a common cause, to fight an enemy that could defeat them all.
“We'll be at Wolf 359 in roughly ten minutes,” said Ross. “Ensign, anything on the sensors yet?”
The young officer looked at the sensor panel.
“I'm picking up the invasion force, Commodore. I'm reading nearly five hundred ships, Imperial, Sontarran... and Centauri!”
“Centauri!” said Hague. “What the hell are they doing here?”
“If they're with the Imperials then they're against us,” said Ross.
“This is getting worse by the minute!” said Hague.
On Babylon 5, Ambassador Mollari had called a special meeting of the council. All were there—Delenn, Kosh, G'Kar, Kor and the ambassadors from the Leage of Non-Alligned worlds. As usual Captain Sheridan was seated in the centre chair. Mollari stood in the centre of the room, ready to adress the council. Sheridan could tell that there was something different about him, an air of smugness.
Mollari soon began his speech.
“Council members, it is with some amount of pleasure that I announce that as of this date the government of the Narn Empire has surrendered unconditionally to the forces of the Centauri Republic.”
There was a hushed silence upon hearing this announcement. However, none felt more shocked and upset than G'Kar.
“A governor will soon be appointed to oversee the installation of a new government on the Narn homeworld,” Mollari continued. He then turned to G'Kar.
“As of this moment, Citizen G'Kar will be stripped of all his official titles and functions, and will return shortly to the Narn homeworld.”
With a smile on his face, Mollari left to start his celebrations. Outside in the corridor, G'Kar approached Sheridan.
“Captain, I must speak with you urgently.”
“Everything is urgent these days,” said Sheridan. “But please be brief. I don't have much time.”
“I would like to request asylum for myself and my people here on Babylon 5.”
With the defense force now less than five minutes away from Wolf 359, another surprise met Hague.
“General, I'm picking up a Narn war cruiser nearby.”
“Hail them,” Hague ordered.
The image of the Narn commander was soon before them.
“I am Commander T'Kwar of the Narn cruiser Bemar. We wish to join your force.”
“I would have thought that you had enough trouble at the moment with your own war.”
“That war has just ended, General. The Centauri have just defeated my homeworld, with the help of several Imperial and Sontarran ships. I have heard that several Centauri ships have joined this invasion force. I want to help you against them.”
“We can't turn them down,” said Ross. “As with the Free Federation ships, we need all the help we can get.”
“I agree,” said Hague. “Very well, Commander. You may join us.”
Minutes later, Pendragon sat in the command chair of the Flying Scotsman, looking around at the combined crew from this ship and the Pegasus station. He hoped they would be up to the task.
“Coming up on Wolf 359, Captain,” Winthorn reported.
“Maximum power top shields, Colonel Greenleaf,” Pendragon ordered. “Arm phasers and photon torpedoes. Red alert!”
All throughout the defense force, a red alert was called. Fighters were manned, weapons were armed, and everyone was prepared. The battle soon began.
On the battle bridge of the Enterprise, they took their shots. Picard barked orders, using every piece of his vast experience to outwit several Imperial and Centauri ships. Then, something surprised Worf.
“Captain, I'm picking up a jump-point forming a thousand kilometres away.”
“It's probably another ship coming to join us,” said Picard.
“I beg to differ, Captain,” said Data. “This is much larger than a ship. I think you should look.”
Data put the image of the jump-point on the screen. It was something Picard had seen before, trying to enter the Alpha Quadrant through the Bajoran wormhole. He had hoped he would never see it again. Picard knew its name, and thought it very fitting for a vessel like this.
The Death Star.
The huge screen in Servalan's office had one image on it—the battle at Wolf 359. She watched as move was countered by move, and the fight had reached a stalemate. It was not like the battle with the Borg. The Borg totally outclassed the Federation forces, but they were evenly matched this time.
Moments later Commander Sleer and Commodore Queeg entered the office. Both had wanted to join the defense force, but Servalan had stopped them.
“Please, gentlemen, be seated,” said Servalan. “Since I have taken power in the Federation, you have been two of my most loyal servants. It is for that reason I wanted you to be here when I did this.”
“Did what?” asked Queeg.
“You'll see, Commodore,” said Servalan. “You'll see.”
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