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mr_drennanThe shuttle arrives at Babylon 5 and I pass through customs quite quickly. Mr. Drennan, citizen of Mars and executive of a small new technologies business, come to Babylon 5 because, of course, the situation on Earth means that the military/government is attempting to encroach on my business and I don't like that... No one here needs to know who I really am, or how truly amusing that cover is to me.
My agent in B5 security has already seen to booking my rooms in the business sector, so I head straight there and spend a little time relaxing in my room before heading for the Zocalo to do a little recon. It's always good to get the psychic 'feel' of an area; to learn the unique 'flavor' of each place in order to prepare for anything that might happen.
There are a surprising number of telepaths on the station at the moment, a number of whom feel... somehow different from those I'm accustomed to feeling. Klaus and his associates were correct -- some kind of odd dimensional nexus has deposited a wide variety of beings here. How intriguing...
It is with some annoyance that I discover Jeffrey Sinclair (how interesting that he's back from... where ever he disappeared to last year) and my wayward project have left the station for a vacation on Minbar. Now I realize what it was I felt in hyperspace -- and I can't help feeling my curiosity rise at the fact that we missed each other with such a narrow margin. Interesting that his instincts -- or whatever it was -- told him to leave just before I arrived...
My agent in B5 security has already seen to booking my rooms in the business sector, so I head straight there and spend a little time relaxing in my room before heading for the Zocalo to do a little recon. It's always good to get the psychic 'feel' of an area; to learn the unique 'flavor' of each place in order to prepare for anything that might happen.
There are a surprising number of telepaths on the station at the moment, a number of whom feel... somehow different from those I'm accustomed to feeling. Klaus and his associates were correct -- some kind of odd dimensional nexus has deposited a wide variety of beings here. How intriguing...
It is with some annoyance that I discover Jeffrey Sinclair (how interesting that he's back from... where ever he disappeared to last year) and my wayward project have left the station for a vacation on Minbar. Now I realize what it was I felt in hyperspace -- and I can't help feeling my curiosity rise at the fact that we missed each other with such a narrow margin. Interesting that his instincts -- or whatever it was -- told him to leave just before I arrived...
