G'Kar sat in his quarters, reading the ancient texts of G'Kwon, passing the time until the visitor he was expecting arrived. However, he did not realise that two men would be coming to see him.
As soon as Spock and Magus entered, G'Kar rose, closed the heavy book, and bowed. Spock motioned for him not to.
"I take it you know why I'm here," said Spock.
"I do," G'Kar replied. "Magus has already asked me the question. There is no need for you to do the same."
"And do you have an answer for me?"
G'Kar turned, and seated himself in his chair. He opened his book, and began to read it again.
"Here, G'Kwon spoke of a great war that would be fought by the future generations of countless worlds, against a power so mighty and oppressive that they would have no hope of winning."
"I know," said Magus. "I was there when he wrote that."
"For once in my life, I believe G'Kwon is wrong. We can win this war, and I, and my people, will do all in their power to help you Ambassador... President Spock."
Spock bowed his head.
"That is all I wanted to hear, Ambassador G'Kar."
Spock raised his hand, and gave the customary Vulcan salute.
"Peace and long life."
"Live long, and prosper," G'Kar replied.
As a President, Spock was a far busier man than he ever had been as either a Starfleet officer or an ambassador. No sooner than his meeting with G'Kar ended, he found himself in Sheridan's office, seated across a conference table from the Captain. Once again, Magus was by his side, lending his support.
"What you are proposing could have a dramatic influence on this sector," said Sheridan. "But what you, and Ambassador Kosh, say does make a lot of sense."
Sheridan rose from his seat and began to walk around the room.
"When the Empire first took control of things, I considered bailing out, but I knew I couldn't do that. After all, where could I go? What could I do? Nothing! Now, perhaps I have a chance, perhaps we have a chance to fight back against them, and whatever force they have behind them."
"Then you agree with the idea?" asked Spock.
"One hundred and ten percent," said Sheridan.
Then, Sheridan's communicator sounded. The call was from Ivanova in Ops.
"Something's just come through the jump-gate, Captain. Three Federation starships."
"Ours?"
"No. They're under Imperial command, and they're backed up by what seems to be nearly a hundred fighters."
Soon, Sheridan, Magus and Spock were with Ivanova in Ops. Ivanova handed him a message from Starfleet Command.
"They have orders to take control of the station unless we declare martial law," Sheridan said. "Open a channel."
Ivanova opened a channel.
"This is Captain John Sheridan, commanding officer of Starfleet Station Babylon 5. By attacking this station you will be in violation of the constitution of the United Federation of Planets. I urge you, withdraw your ships now."
Sheridan knew that this ploy would not work, especially as he saw two squadrons of TIE fighters emerge from the jump-gate. Magus turned to Spock. The Vulcan was about to make his first major presidential decision.
"All Free Federation ships, this is President Spock. Launch all ships and fighters. Defend Babylon 5."
The battle soon began.
As Babylon 5 went to red alert, and everyone seemed to be running all over the place, they failed to notice a transporter beam spirit Delenn away.
From his seat in Ops, Magus watched several screens at once, monitoring all aspects of the battle. The Imperial force had planned in advance, and planned well. Magus was getting firsthand experience of Grand Admiral Thrawn at his best. It made him wonder what a Socration was ever doing serving in the Imperial military.
He then watched the Free Federation forces. With the likes of Watt, Picard, Ross and McQueen controlling things for them, they seemed to be doing well. The 58th squadron fought like true warriors, the best Magus had seen come out of the Academy for years. Ed Ryan and the Alexander crew outdid themselves, and Warren Keffer led his Babylon 5 fighter squadron well, making him seem older than he actually was.
Yet something was not quite right. The Imperial forces were a well-oiled unit, almost striking as one, as if something, some Force, was controlling them. Magus had only seen something like it in the Borg collective, but this was different. There were many minds at work against his forces, not just one, massive entity.
Slowly, Magus closed his eyes, and concentrated. Energy began to flow through his body, and he began to direct it away from himself, outwards, outside of Babylon 5. The strange, unseen energy, undetected by any scanner, moved towards the Valkyrie, the Enterprise, the Saratoga, and every other craft that was fighting against the Imperial forces.
As the battle began to turn in favour of the Imperials, it slowly began to turn towards the forces of the Free Federation and Babylon 5. Things began to change. The change was slow, and could not be seen at once, but it came. It was as if some force were now helping the brave men and women of the Free Federation, directing them in their battle against evil. The moves displayed a greater confidence in their abilities. The Imperial numbers began to decrease, as almost everyone on the Free Federation side gave more than one hundred percent.
Spock and Sheridan watched as the battle began to go in their favour. The mood in Ops seemed to change. Reactions got quicker, as the forces of evil began to move away, seemingly the worse for wear.
Then, the jump-gate opened, and Magus' thought patterns were interrupted. Something had changed. The Gorgon had arrived.
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