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**DONOTDELETE**
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Nightfall on Babylon 5 was different to any other place. The planet obscured the sun, and the external lights of the station lit.
But for the inhabitants, especially in DownBelow, there was no change.
Apart from one. She was small, and dirty like the rest, but something in her demenour pointed her out as different.
At first, she had been the target for all the usual heavies of the station, but now, for some reason, the let her well alone.
Her green eyes glimmered as they surveyed the leaking water pipe. Quickly glancing about her, she laid a hand on the pipe and watched in glee as the gap expanded slightly. Pulling a stoppered bottle from within her robes, she filled it quickly, before fleeing back into the shadows.
Zack Allen emerged from close by, and frowned, before persuing at a safe distance.
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"Kiera!" A heavy voice exclaimed, and the small, dirty girl gave a start, as if to run, but before she had chance, a heavy hand was clapped onto her shoulder.
"Na'Kell. What do you want?" She sneered at the Narn, her dislike for him evident in her tone.
"A word. You've brought the attention of security down here madam." He replied, squeezing her shoulder as if to break it.
Kiera straightened, and turned her gaze to Na'Kell's hand. A loud *crack* ensued, and Na'Kell removed it with a grimace of pain. "You can play all you like, little witch, but we will not tolerate *them* here."
"I'll just have to convince them to go away then, wont I," Kiera replied, her tone biting. "Don't worry. They wont interfere with your buisness, and I'd be obliged if you didnt interfere with mine again."
"As you wish." The bulky Narn gave Kiera a mock bow and left, his hand still aching.
"I wonder what they want," She commented to herself, turned, and walked straight into Zack Allen himself.
***
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--Sharenn--
Zathras:
"Zathras... does not remember. But if Zathras remember, Zathras will tell you!"
--
Zathras: "You are finite, Zathras is finite, this... is wrong tool!"
***
Nightfall on Babylon 5 was different to any other place. The planet obscured the sun, and the external lights of the station lit.
But for the inhabitants, especially in DownBelow, there was no change.
Apart from one. She was small, and dirty like the rest, but something in her demenour pointed her out as different.
At first, she had been the target for all the usual heavies of the station, but now, for some reason, the let her well alone.
Her green eyes glimmered as they surveyed the leaking water pipe. Quickly glancing about her, she laid a hand on the pipe and watched in glee as the gap expanded slightly. Pulling a stoppered bottle from within her robes, she filled it quickly, before fleeing back into the shadows.
Zack Allen emerged from close by, and frowned, before persuing at a safe distance.
***
"Kiera!" A heavy voice exclaimed, and the small, dirty girl gave a start, as if to run, but before she had chance, a heavy hand was clapped onto her shoulder.
"Na'Kell. What do you want?" She sneered at the Narn, her dislike for him evident in her tone.
"A word. You've brought the attention of security down here madam." He replied, squeezing her shoulder as if to break it.
Kiera straightened, and turned her gaze to Na'Kell's hand. A loud *crack* ensued, and Na'Kell removed it with a grimace of pain. "You can play all you like, little witch, but we will not tolerate *them* here."
"I'll just have to convince them to go away then, wont I," Kiera replied, her tone biting. "Don't worry. They wont interfere with your buisness, and I'd be obliged if you didnt interfere with mine again."
"As you wish." The bulky Narn gave Kiera a mock bow and left, his hand still aching.
"I wonder what they want," She commented to herself, turned, and walked straight into Zack Allen himself.
***
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--Sharenn--
Zathras:
"Zathras... does not remember. But if Zathras remember, Zathras will tell you!"
--
Zathras: "You are finite, Zathras is finite, this... is wrong tool!"
