Babylon 5

Ambassador Kosh, is there something I can do for you?

- I wish to engage your services. - For what?

- Business. - What sort of business?

Important.

Ambassador, I'd be happy to assist you, but there are certain details I must know

before taking any commission.

- Not to mention getting clearances from... - All arranged. As is payment.

We will meet in Red 3 at the hour of scampering.

"The hour of scampering"?

Minbari Flyer 969, you may proceed to Docking Bay 17.

Transport Autara bound for Jupiter colonies,

is now boarding at Docking Bay 18.

Query: Liner Callisto.

Liner Callisto will be docking in Bay 12 in seven minutes.

All passengers holding berths on that flight, should see Miss Uru in Red 7.

Deathwalker?

Deathwalker.

Deathwalker!

Let me go!

She must die! She is Deathwalker! Deathwalker!

It was the dawn of the Third Age of mankind

10 years after the Earth-Minbari War.

The Babylon Project was a dream given form.

Its goal: to prevent another war by creating a place

where humans and aliens could work out their differences peacefully.

It's a port of call, home away from home

for diplomats, hustlers entrepreneurs and wanderers.

Humans and aliens, wrapped in 2,500,000 tons

of spinning metal, all alone in the night.

It can be a dangerous place.

But it's our last, best hope for peace.

This is the story of the last of the Babylon stations.

The year is 2258.

The name of the place is Babylon 5.

Have you got an identity on the victim?

According to her ship ID, her name is Gyla Lobos.

She's a free trader. Came from Sector 47

- on her way to Earth. - That's Minbari space.

Minbari ship, Minbari clothes, Minbari ID, but she's no Minbari.

Na'Toth give you any reason for the attack?

Nothing intelligible.

She was totally berserk when we hauled her in.

- Kept yelling, "Deathwalker". - Deathwalker?

I thought you might remember that name. I know I do.

Na'Toth, why did you attack that woman?

Listen sister, if she dies, you'll rot in a cage until your spots turn grey.

Na'Toth, we want to help you, but you have to tell us why.

It is Chon-Kar.

The blood oath.

When the Dilgar conquered Hylak 7, my grandfather and his family were there.

Deathwalker used them in her experiments.

They all died, except my grandfather, who managed to escape back to Narn.

But not before she implanted a machine in his brain.

That slowly killed his mind and spirit. And we could do nothing but watch.

When he died, my family took the Chon-Kar. And now our vengeance is at hand.

The Dilgar Invasion was 30 Earth years ago.

If Deathwalker was alive today, she'd be an old woman.

Her face is carved into the minds of my entire brood.

I smell my grandfather's blood on her hands. I tell you it is she!

Go over that woman's ship. I want to know everything there is to know about her.

You and me both.

Commander Sinclair, my abject apologies for this terrible incident.

I don't know what came over my attaché.

Let me assure you that I am personally prepared to make amends to her victim.

Her victim is still in Medlab. If she lives, I'll convey your offer.

I see.

If you will release Na'Toth into my custody,

I'll take responsibility for her conduct.

Given the circumstances, that's impossible.

However I will agree to house arrest, pending outcome of our investigation.

Guards, take Mz. Na'Toth to Ambassador G'Kar's quarters.

- She's not to leave, for any reason. - Yes, sir.

You have my gratitude, Commander.

Na'Toth!

Ambassador Kosh, all the clearances seem to be in order

and the pay is very generous.

However, there's something I still don't understand.

Understanding is a three-edged sword.

Oh, Kosh...

...you old dog! You didn't tell me you were bringing a date.

I'm Talia Winters, licensed commercial telepath, Psi Corps Rating P5.

I'll be sitting in on the negotiations on behalf of Ambassador Kosh.

Ah. I'm a 23 myself. A good number. Call me Abbut.

Please scan Abbut. Report to me his thoughts at present.

Oh goody! Nothing like a good mind scan to clear the old processor.

Miss Winters?

He has no thoughts. At all.

It's as if his mind were empty.

Excellent. We may now commence our business.

Abbut?

Crab...

Nebula.

Her vital signs have stabilized, but I can't match her species type.

Why don't you try xenobiogenic 5?

How is she?

Better than she should be, considering the ferocity of her attack.

Her metabolism is astounding.

It's repairing the damage at an extremely accelerated rate.

I wish I knew what her species was. I've never seen anything like her.

Her DNA doesn't match anything we've got on file.

She's a Dilgar.

Dilgar? Dilgar is a dead race. Those few that were left after the invasion

died when their sun went nova.

Computer, load history file EA-22-30. Reference: Deathwalker.

Commencing. Deathwalker. Epithet used to refer to Jha'dur.

The most infamous leader of the Dilgar Invasion

of the Non-Aligned Sectors in 2230.

Rank: War Master.

Specialist in biochemical, biogenetic and cyberorganic weaponry...

Stop. This was Jha'dur 30 years ago.

Well she's obviously too young to be Jha'dur and too old to be her daughter.

There might be another explanation, though. Computer:

scan subject for any sign of cryonic freezing or body alteration.

Commencing. Scan: negative.

I'll have MedCorp send me all their files on the Dilgar.

There has to be a way to make a positive identification.

Commander

you're not going to believe this.

A Dilgar uniform.

Rank: War Master. And the nameplate reads Jha'dur.

Na'Toth was right. It's her.

A uniform doesn't prove that. Did you find anything else?

Only this.

Doesn't look like any kind of drug I've ever seen. Doc?

I'm gonna run some tests on this.

My father flew for Earthforce during the Dilgar Invasion.

He was There when they retook Balos. He never forgot what he saw.

If this woman is Jha'dur, then...

Sinclair.

Commander, you have a Gold Channel transmission from Senator Hidoshi.

On my way.

Post a full detail here until she can be moved to a maximum security area.

And keep a lid on this, Michael.

Until we figure out what's going on,

I don't want any rumors running around this station.

I am sorry to bring you shame, Ambassador, but I must fulfill my Chon-Kar.

You do not shame me, Na'Toth.

I know how your senses burn with the nearness of your prey.

I, too, have Chon-Kar. Many of them.

But, unhappily in this case, yours complicates matters.

I don't understand.

Counselor Ha'rok, the Narn you were to meet in customs

was here to bargain with Jha'dur.

Our agents learned of a discovery she made

which would be of great value to our regime.

But after your attack on her,

Ha'rok could not hope to approach her

without drawing the attention of Earth Alliance.

So he has returned to Narn and left me to secure this discovery of hers.

I will take it from her when I eat her flesh.

No.

The Kha'ri says we must get her to Narn alive.

I will not be denied this!

This is larger than Chon-Kar!

It would give Narn the advantage it needs to expand the regime and crush our enemies!

You must make this sacrifice for the future of our people.

As all Narn have sacrificed, at one time or another.

I'll delay the Chon-Kar. But I will not abandon it!

You would not be Narn if you did.

I am proud of you.

And when we get what we want from this butcher,

I promise to help you fulfill your vow.

Commander Sinclair.

Senator Hidoshi, what can I do for you?

We understand a woman named Gyla Lobos was recently attacked there.

- Is she alive? - Yes, and recovering.

Excellent. When she's fit to travel, you will send her to Earth immediately.

Senator, we found evidence

that this woman might be the Dilgar war criminal Deathwalker.

Deathwalker is long dead, Commander. This is a priority order.

- Without more information, I can't- - Commander Sinclair.

All information in this matter is on a need-to-know basis,

and you do not need to know.

Have a pleasant day.

Incredible.

- How dare you pry into my life's work! - I think you're too badly-

I have had worse. I want to see Sinclair now.

Commander.

- Commander, is it true? - Is what true?

They say you have Deathwalker in custody.

You should know better than to listen to rumors, Ambassador.

I'm Commander Jeffrey Sinclair. You asked to speak to me?

Doctor, will you give us a moment, please?

You know the way of command. Yes, the Wind Swords are right to fear you.

- What do you know about the Wind Swords. - They have sheltered me for many years.

In return for certain services.

They speak of you often, Sinclair.

- They say you have a hole in your mind. - Who are you?

I am War Master Jha'dur of the Dilgar.

Deathwalker?

So they called me.

If you were Jha'dur, you'd be much older.

The answer is in this vial.

The result of a lifetime of research and experimentation. My research.

- A universal anti-agapic. - I'm not familiar with the term.

It's a serum which retards the aging process and prevents disease.

It's still unstable and difficult to produce in sufficient quantity,

but it works. As you can see.

No fear of growing old. No sickness. That's...

Virtual immortality, the ultimate triumph of life.