Out of the Darkness

chapter 15

Vir was hurriedly packing in his quarters on Babylon 5 when an urgent beeping at his door interrupted him.

“Go away!” he called.

“We need to talk,” came a surprisingly familiar voice. And yet it wasn’t entirely too much of a surprise. In fact, the main surprise for Vir was that it hadn’t occurred sooner.

“Come,” he called, his command disengaging the door lock.

Michael Garibaldi entered, looking entirely too calm. He glanced around. “Going somewhere?”

“Yes. You could say th—”

And then, before Vir could say anything further, Garibaldi was across the room. He grabbed Vir by the shirtfront and slammed him up against a wall, knocking over furniture.

“I don’t think so,” Garibaldi said, and he spoke with barely contained fury. “I think you’re going to tell me exactly how you think your people are going to get away with—”

He stopped. There was a blade pressed up against his throat, the hilt gripped solidly in Vir’s hand. And Vir was staring into Garibaldi’s eyes with absolutely no trace of fear. Any resemblance to the Vir Cotto who first set foot on Babylon 5 was long gone.

“What I think,” Vir said in a low voice, “is that you’re going to get your damned hands off me. And then we will talk like the reasonable men I know that one of us is.”

Very slowly, Garibaldi released his hold on Vir’s shirt and stepped back, keeping the palms of his hands up where Vir could readily see them. “The only reason you got away with that,” he said, “was that you were the last person I would have thought capable of doing it.”

“That’s how I get away with a lot of things these days,” Vir told him. He slid the blade back into the scabbard that was hidden under his vest. He studied Garibaldi a moment. The former security chief was unshaven and glassy—eyed. “How long since you’ve slept?”

“Did you know about it?” Garibaldi demanded.

“About your not sleeping?” Vir was completely lost.

“About David?”

“David.” It took Vir a moment to place the name. “Sheridan’s son. What about him?”

“They have him.”

Once again it took Vir a few moments to follow the track of the conversation… but then he understood. “Great Maker, no,” he whispered.

“Great Maker, yes.”

Vir walked around to the bar and promptly poured himself a drink. He held up the bottle to Garibaldi as an offering. Garibaldi took the bottle, stared at it a moment, then took a deep smell of the alcohol wafting from it before placing it back on the bar. “It’s a good vintage,” Vir said, slightly surprised.

“Maybe some other time… like when I’m on my deathbed.”

“Tell me what happened. Tell me everything.”

Something in Vir’s voice must have convinced Garibaldi, for after only a moment’s hesitation, he laid out the circumstances involving David’s disappearance, in quick, broad strokes. When he mentioned the small lump of a creature on David’s shoulder, Vir slowly nodded. “Drakh,” he said.

“What? What about the Drakh?” Garibaldi said.

“Go on. I’ll tell you in a minute.”

So Garibaldi continued, and when he was finished, Vir simply sat there, contemplating his drink. “His parents are going out of their minds with worry.”

“They have every reason to,” Vir said. His eyes narrowed. “I think their friends are going a bit crazy, too.”

“Sorry about… earlier,” Garibaldi told him, gesturing toindicate his unexpected assault on Vir. “You said ‘Drakh’ before. Are you talking about the same Drakh who inflicted the plague on Earth?”

“The very same. That thing that you saw on David? Londo has one like it on him. It’s how they control you, or watch you, or something like that.”

“Are you saying,” Garibaldi said slowly, “that the Drakh are somehow involved with Centauri Prime? With this kidnapping?”

Vir took a deep breath and let it out. “Yes. They have been for some time. They control Londo. I suspect they control Durla, to some degree. I also have reason to believe that a Drakh was involved in the death of Lou Welch.”

“You told me it was the Prime Candidates.”

“It was. But the Drakh apparently helped.” He shook his head. “The plague they inflicted on Earth is not dissimilar from the plague they’ve inflicted on my world as well… except on Cen tauri Prime it’s more covert.”

“I don’t understand. Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”

“I couldn’t take the chance,” Vir admitted. “These are agents of the Shadows we’re talking about. I was concerned that if you knew they were on Centauri Prune, you would tell Sheridan, Sheridan would tell the Alliance, and that would have been all that was needed for the Alliance to come down on my people, attack without hesitation. The Centauri, after all, were seen as a beaten people. The Drakh would have been something that you would have goneafter… but Centauri Prime would have suffered. You would have killed the patient in order to annihilate the disease.”

“And you’re not worried about that anymore?”

“Why should I be?” Vir said reasonably. “They have David. I doubt Sheridan’s going to order a strike on a world when it would ensure the death of his son.”

“Pretty damned cold—blooded of you, Vir.”

“I’ve had to make some pretty cold—blooded choices in recent years, Mr. Garibaldi. You get used to it.” He sighed. “Perhaps I should have gone public sooner. By allowing them to dwell in the dark, I’ve let them fester and grow. But exposing them might well have meant the death of my people. With any luck, though, we’ll be able to have it both ways now. We’ve mustered enough resistance that the Drakh can be revealed for what they are will out it amounting to a death sentence for Centauri Prime.”

“You told me to trust you,” Garibaldi said, stabbing a finger at Vir. “You told me to let you handle things. To let the Centauri solve the problems of Centauri Prime. And I’ve been doing that. But it’s no longer just the Centauri’s problem. It’s John Sheridan’s problem, and Delenn’s.”

“I’ll handle it.”

“Vir!”

“I said I’ll handle it,” Vir repeated firmly. “I’m heading to Centauri Prime right now. I’ve spent years—years of planning and preparing, of risking my neck and the necks of others—and it’s all coming to a head. The fact that David was taken is just further indication of that. The Drakh want vengeance… but more than that, they also want insurance. But all the insurance in the world isn’t going to help them against someone they don’t know < their enemy. Someone they think of as a patsy, a fool.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“Now you ‘re the fool,” Vir said. He walked over to Garibaldi and put a hand on his shoulder. “We’ll get David back for you, Michael. But we have to do it our way.”

“Who is we?”

“The Legions of Fire.”

Garibaldi looked at him oddly. “What?”

Vir smiled thinly. “I’ve found Earth history as interesting as Londo does. There are all sorts of end—ofthe—world scenarios, did you know that? And one of themfrom your Norse, I think it is—describes the world ending when a giant fire demon, Surtur, sweeps the world with his sword and cleanses it of all evil. That’s what the Legions of Fire are going to do, Michael. We’re going to sweep Centauri Prime clean of the blackness that’s been upon it for so long. We’re going to expose the Drakh presence to the rest of the galaxy. That way, we can point to those who are truly responsible for the fate of Centauri Prime. Prove that it’s the Drakh who should be blamed… and that this prolonged campaign of resentment and aggression has been aimed at the wrong people. That it should be stopped.”

“And you really call yourselves the Legions of Fire.”

“Do you have a better name? ” Vir asked, mildly annoyed. “We could call ourselves ‘Vir’s Victory Squad’ or ‘Cotto’s Cru—aders,’ but that might tip off who’s in charge.”

“No, no, it’s fine. Legions of Fire. Fine.” Garibaldi took a deep breath, steadying himself. “Vir… he’s my godson… and Sheridan and Delenn are my best friends in the galaxy…”

“And believe it or not, I’m your second best friend,” Vir said.