early 2259
I wake up after being out for a couple of weeks, and all hell has broken loose. The president's been assassinated, Jeff's been relocated to Minbar of all places, and some EA hotshot has been installed as the new head honcho around here. And I still don't even know who shot me. Right now, I trust this new captain maybe just a little more than whoever shot me. He's been brought in suddenly over the heated disapproval from the Minbari; some yes man for Earth is the last thing we need on a station that's supposed to be the galaxy's best hope for peace.
At least Talia's still around, and I trust her as much as I can trust a teep. This universe could only get more skewed if she somehow found a way to betray all of us, too. But that's just downright silly. She should be able to help me remember who shot me. I don't care how much gray matter she has to scour, or rip asunder, I will remember. And then that SOB will be sorry. I have to swing by Stephen, otherwise he'll start pestering me about my lack of checking up with him. It'll give me a great chance of telling him just how little I trust this new captain, Sheridan. I can't imagine him doing anything that could change my mind.
At least Talia's still around, and I trust her as much as I can trust a teep. This universe could only get more skewed if she somehow found a way to betray all of us, too. But that's just downright silly. She should be able to help me remember who shot me. I don't care how much gray matter she has to scour, or rip asunder, I will remember. And then that SOB will be sorry. I have to swing by Stephen, otherwise he'll start pestering me about my lack of checking up with him. It'll give me a great chance of telling him just how little I trust this new captain, Sheridan. I can't imagine him doing anything that could change my mind.