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Title: The Fabric of the Universe
Fandom: Babylon 5
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 250 word Double and a half Drabble
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trekwriter, who lists Babylon 5 in her interests.
Summary: Lennier tries to solve a puzzle.
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THE FABRIC OF THE UNIVERSE
Londo Mollari was a boil on the backside of the universe. Everyone knew it. It was an irrefutable fact in an ever changing world. Even his own people didn’t want him. Why else would they have sent him to Babylon 5, the joke of the galaxy?
Oddly enough, Babylon 5 did seem to want him. When he went on one of his infrequent trips to the Centauri Homeworld, everyone seemed to ask, “When will Londo be back? How long is Londo gone for?”
This was a complete puzzle to Lennier, Delenn’s aide and right hand man. He decided that this was a puzzle that needed an answer so he began questioning people on the station.
Sheridan said he was “a real piece of work, that Londo.” Ivanova said he was “a pain my ass.” Garibaldi just grinned and shrugged. Vir, who Lennier sometimes commiserated with, just smiled and said, “You know Londo.” G’kar just sputtered and said something that sounded so completely obscene that Lennier didn’t dare ask for a translation. The girls in the bars in the Zocalo said he was kind and generous. The gamblers said he cheated but they smiled as they said it. Delenn said, “One must look for the good in everyone.”
Lennier thought a long time and he finally decided what Londo Mollari was. Everyone, it seemed, had an opinion of him, good or bad. Everyone knew who he was. He was simply the fabric that held the world as they knew it together.
~END~
Fandom: Babylon 5
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 250 word Double and a half Drabble
Note: For
trekwriter, who lists Babylon 5 in her interests. Summary: Lennier tries to solve a puzzle.
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THE FABRIC OF THE UNIVERSE
Londo Mollari was a boil on the backside of the universe. Everyone knew it. It was an irrefutable fact in an ever changing world. Even his own people didn’t want him. Why else would they have sent him to Babylon 5, the joke of the galaxy?
Oddly enough, Babylon 5 did seem to want him. When he went on one of his infrequent trips to the Centauri Homeworld, everyone seemed to ask, “When will Londo be back? How long is Londo gone for?”
This was a complete puzzle to Lennier, Delenn’s aide and right hand man. He decided that this was a puzzle that needed an answer so he began questioning people on the station.
Sheridan said he was “a real piece of work, that Londo.” Ivanova said he was “a pain my ass.” Garibaldi just grinned and shrugged. Vir, who Lennier sometimes commiserated with, just smiled and said, “You know Londo.” G’kar just sputtered and said something that sounded so completely obscene that Lennier didn’t dare ask for a translation. The girls in the bars in the Zocalo said he was kind and generous. The gamblers said he cheated but they smiled as they said it. Delenn said, “One must look for the good in everyone.”
Lennier thought a long time and he finally decided what Londo Mollari was. Everyone, it seemed, had an opinion of him, good or bad. Everyone knew who he was. He was simply the fabric that held the world as they knew it together.
~END~