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Genius Loci
by J. Michael Straczynski
page 3
     She cleared her throat and told him, adding, "We have to find the ship's logs, figure out where they went."
     "And are we going where they went?"
     "Yes.  They're still my people.  I want to know what killed them."
     "Well, I can tell you what killed this one," G'Kar said.  "He starved to death.  But the ship's stores are full of food.  How can someone die on a ship filled with food?"
     "I don't know," Lyta said, and she had that look in her eyes.  "But I intend to find out." The planet was a green and brown world without any obvious signs of technology, no visible cities or lights they could see from low orbit.  They had left the Psi Corps mothership adrift in space, setting the controls to take it off the guiding beacon and into the depths of hyperspace as a monument to those who had died.
     "Any signals?"   Lyta asked.
G'Kar scanned up and down the frequency range.  "Total silence," he said.  "I'm taking her down."
     The Na'Toth fired her landing thrusters and decelerated into the planet's atmosphere.  G'Kar piloted the ship through turbulence that revealed itself-a perfect landing spot.  He set the small craft down on the open field with a minimum of bumps.
     After checking the atmosphere and ensuring it was breathable, they stepped out onto the field.  It was bordered on all sides by thick forests, the tall trees a shade of green so dark they were almost black.  Wind was the only sound that drifted across the field to them.
     Lyta let her thought extend to the line of  trees, sensing for any minds that might be watching them.  She found nothing.
     "It's safe," she said.  "For now, at least."
     "Actually, it's not  for now," G'Kar said.  "perhaps safe for here, for this place, would be better, since there seems to be no one about.  If we goo where there are others, whether now or later, then it will not be safe.  Yes… for now works on the surface, but for here would be a much more accurate-"
     But Lyta was already walking across the open field, gun in hand, glancing left and right as she went.  G'Kar smiled.  Some habits died hard.  What does someone like Lyta need a weapon for, when she is a weapon?
     He moved quickly to follow, hoping for another opportunity to split semantic hairs with Lyta; getting that look was half the fun of the journey. They entered the forest, and the trees seemed to close in all around them.  No paths were visible, so they had to pick through the thick roots and vines that grew so close together that at times they could only walk in single file.
     The records found in the Psi Corps mothership indicated that the pilot had come across this world accidentally, that it was off all the known charts.  The fist shuttles down had summoned the rest, until soon they were all down, here leaving the ship to run on auto pilot until one dying telepath struggled back alone.
     But so far G'Kar had seen nothing that could be of any
possible interest… no cities, no people, and no sign of the 
 hundred-plus human telepaths who came here and, presumably, died here.
     "G'Kar?"
He stirred from his reverie and realized that he had lost sight of Lyta.  He looked around for the source of her voice.
     "Lyta?"
     "G'Kar?"  The voice came again, but smaller this time, more distant.  He ran toward the sound of it, calling her name.  But she was nowhere to be found.
      Shrock!  G'Kar thought.  He cursed himself for getting so lost in thought that he could lose sight of her.  He believed she could take care of herself under almost any circumstance, probably better than he could himself, but-
     He stopped at the sound of a voice.  It called to him not in any alien tongue, but in his own language.
     "Who are you?"  the voice asked.
      "Citizen G'Kar of Narn," he answered.  "Who are you?"
     A form stepped out of the line of trees, a Narn like himself.  "Ka'Dath," he said.  "We are honored to have you among us, Citizen G'Kar." Lyta called again for G'Kar, but there was no answer from the forest that pressed in around her.  She pscanned the area, but couldn't pick up even the whisper of his thoughts.
     Damn, she thought.  How could he have gotten so far away that she couldn't feel him, even without a clear line of sight?
     She moved through a thick stand of trees and stopped at the sight of several humans-two young men and a woman-working a small plot of ground that might eventually become a garden.  They looked up as she approached.
     One of them touched her thoughts.  Have you come to take us back? he asked.
     No, she psi'd back.
     He stood, joined by the others.  Then you're welcome to stay.
     What is this place?
     Home, the woman psi'd back.  Freedom.  A world of our own at last. 
     Home. G'Kar entered the small series of huts that had been constructed deep in the forest, and quickly understood why he had not seen them from orbit.  They were built of native material and carefully camouflaged to conceal them from prying eyes.  As they entered the village, they passed other Narns who emerged from huts and the line of surrounding trees to study the newcomer.
     "What are all of you doing here?"  G'Kar asked his companion.
     "We are the only survivors of a Centauri slave ship that crashed here three years ago," Ka'Dath said.  "We built this place out of the wilderness and hoped that one day we might be found and returned home, so that we could rejoin the fight to free Narn."
     "Narn is free," G'Kar said.  "Two years ago we drove the Centauri from our home.  We are now at peace."
     "Peace," Ka'Dath said, as though unwilling to believe it.
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Genius Loci
by J. Michael Straczynski
page 3
     She cleared her throat and told him, adding, "We have to find the ship's logs, figure out where they went."
     "And are we going where they went?"
     "Yes.  They're still my people.  I want to know what killed them."
     "Well, I can tell you what killed this one," G'Kar said.  "He starved to death.  But the ship's stores are full of food.  How can someone die on a ship filled with food?"
     "I don't know," Lyta said, and she had that look in her eyes.  "But I intend to find out." The planet was a green and brown world without any obvious signs of technology, no visible cities or lights they could see from low orbit.  They had left the Psi Corps mothership adrift in space, setting the controls to take it off the guiding beacon and into the depths of hyperspace as a monument to those who had died.
     "Any signals?"   Lyta asked.
G'Kar scanned up and down the frequency range.  "Total silence," he said.  "I'm taking her down."
     The Na'Toth fired her landing thrusters and decelerated into the planet's atmosphere.  G'Kar piloted the ship through turbulence that revealed itself-a perfect landing spot.  He set the small craft down on the open field with a minimum of bumps.
     After checking the atmosphere and ensuring it was breathable, they stepped out onto the field.  It was bordered on all sides by thick forests, the tall trees a shade of green so dark they were almost black.  Wind was the only sound that drifted across the field to them.
     Lyta let her thought extend to the line of  trees, sensing for any minds that might be watching them.  She found nothing.
     "It's safe," she said.  "For now, at least."
     "Actually, it's not  for now," G'Kar said.  "perhaps safe for here, for this place, would be better, since there seems to be no one about.  If we goo where there are others, whether now or later, then it will not be safe.  Yes… for now works on the surface, but for here would be a much more accurate-"
     But Lyta was already walking across the open field, gun in hand, glancing left and right as she went.  G'Kar smiled.  Some habits died hard.  What does someone like Lyta need a weapon for, when she is a weapon?
     He moved quickly to follow, hoping for another opportunity to split semantic hairs with Lyta; getting that look was half the fun of the journey. They entered the forest, and the trees seemed to close in all around them.  No paths were visible, so they had to pick through the thick roots and vines that grew so close together that at times they could only walk in single file.
     The records found in the Psi Corps mothership indicated that the pilot had come across this world accidentally, that it was off all the known charts.  The fist shuttles down had summoned the rest, until soon they were all down, here leaving the ship to run on auto pilot until one dying telepath struggled back alone.
     But so far G'Kar had seen nothing that could be of any
possible interest… no cities, no people, and no sign of the 
 hundred-plus human telepaths who came here and, presumably, died here.
     "G'Kar?"
He stirred from his reverie and realized that he had lost sight of Lyta.  He looked around for the source of her voice.
     "Lyta?"
     "G'Kar?"  The voice came again, but smaller this time, more distant.  He ran toward the sound of it, calling her name.  But she was nowhere to be found.
      Shrock!  G'Kar thought.  He cursed himself for getting so lost in thought that he could lose sight of her.  He believed she could take care of herself under almost any circumstance, probably better than he could himself, but-
     He stopped at the sound of a voice.  It called to him not in any alien tongue, but in his own language.
     "Who are you?"  the voice asked.
      "Citizen G'Kar of Narn," he answered.  "Who are you?"
     A form stepped out of the line of trees, a Narn like himself.  "Ka'Dath," he said.  "We are honored to have you among us, Citizen G'Kar." Lyta called again for G'Kar, but there was no answer from the forest that pressed in around her.  She pscanned the area, but couldn't pick up even the whisper of his thoughts.
     Damn, she thought.  How could he have gotten so far away that she couldn't feel him, even without a clear line of sight?
     She moved through a thick stand of trees and stopped at the sight of several humans-two young men and a woman-working a small plot of ground that might eventually become a garden.  They looked up as she approached.
     One of them touched her thoughts.  Have you come to take us back? he asked.
     No, she psi'd back.
     He stood, joined by the others.  Then you're welcome to stay.
     What is this place?
     Home, the woman psi'd back.  Freedom.  A world of our own at last. 
     Home. G'Kar entered the small series of huts that had been constructed deep in the forest, and quickly understood why he had not seen them from orbit.  They were built of native material and carefully camouflaged to conceal them from prying eyes.  As they entered the village, they passed other Narns who emerged from huts and the line of surrounding trees to study the newcomer.
     "What are all of you doing here?"  G'Kar asked his companion.
     "We are the only survivors of a Centauri slave ship that crashed here three years ago," Ka'Dath said.  "We built this place out of the wilderness and hoped that one day we might be found and returned home, so that we could rejoin the fight to free Narn."
     "Narn is free," G'Kar said.  "Two years ago we drove the Centauri from our home.  We are now at peace."
     "Peace," Ka'Dath said, as though unwilling to believe it.
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