Babylon 5: Thirdspace - Softcover

David, Peter

 
9780345424549: Babylon 5: Thirdspace
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0345424549 ISBN 13: 9780345424549
Verlag: Del Rey, 1998

Inhaltsangabe

The last true hope for freedom, Babylon 5 is struggling to survive. The station has severed its ties with Earth--and has been quarantined in retaliation.

Then, in the depths of hyperspace, a squad of Starfuries makes an astounding discovery that could affect the destiny of the civilized universe. But have the pilots from the embattled space station uncovered the threshold to a new age . . . or a gateway to hell?

As they recover a gargantuan alien artifact floating derelict in space, both Captain Sheridan and archaeologist Elizabeth Quijana know it is a gold mine of possibilities. But the telepath Lyta is the first to sense the danger, when her mind is assaulted by swift, crippling images of unspeakable terror. And as research teams attempt to penetrate the mysteries of the mammoth machine, Babylon 5 is thrust toward a terrifying confrontation with the monstrous dimension of Thirdspace . . .

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J. Michael Straczynski is one of the most prolific and highly regarded writers currently working in the television industry. In 1995, he was selected by Newsweek magazine as one of their Fifty for the Future, innovators who will shape our lives as we move into the twenty-first century. His work spans every conceivable genre--from historical dramas and adaptations of famous works of literature (The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde) to mystery series (Murder, She Wrote), cop shows (Jake and the Fatman), anthology series (The Twilight Zone), and science fiction (Babylon 5). He writes ten hours a day, seven days a week, except for his birthday, New Year's, and Christmas.

Peter David is the New York Times bestselling author of several popular Star Trek: The Next Generation novels, including Q-Squared, Rock and a Hard Place, Vendetta, Imzadi, and Q-in-Law. In addition, he has written nearly two dozen novels and hundreds of comic books, including such titles as The Incredible Hulk, Spider-Man, Star Trek, and Aquaman. He has written two episodes of the acclaimed TV series Babylon 5 and is the screenwriter of the award-winning SF film spoof Oblivion and the cocreator of the Nickelodeon science fiction series Space Cases. David lives in New York with his three children: Shana, Guinevere, and Ariel.

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e hope for freedom, Babylon 5 is struggling to survive. The station has severed its ties with Earth--and has been quarantined in retaliation.

Then, in the depths of hyperspace, a squad of Starfuries makes an astounding discovery that could affect the destiny of the civilized universe. But have the pilots from the embattled space station uncovered the threshold to a new age . . . or a gateway to hell?

As they recover a gargantuan alien artifact floating derelict in space, both Captain Sheridan and archaeologist Elizabeth Quijana know it is a gold mine of possibilities. But the telepath Lyta is the first to sense the danger, when her mind is assaulted by swift, crippling images of unspeakable terror. And as research teams attempt to penetrate the mysteries of the mammoth machine, Babylon 5 is thrust toward a terrifying confrontation with the monstrous dimension of Thirdspace . . .

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Eighteen months later ...



In some ways, it was a shame that Captain John Sheridan, commander of
Babylon 5, was unaware that all life in the galaxy--and possibly the
universe--shortly would be facing complete and utter annihilation. It
might have enabled him to put the concerns of the League of Non-Aligned
Worlds into their proper perspective.



As it was, he stood in front of a group of representatives, clean-shaven
and crisp in his black uniform, trying to quell their fears and only being
partly successful. He couldn't blame them entirely. They were frightened,
but none of them wished to admit it. So they covered the fear with
blustering, boasting, and outright impertinence. They not only wanted to
know what he was going to do about their concerns, but what he was going
to do right that very second.



It was the middle of the Earth year 2261. The year between wars, and the
beginning of a new age. The Shadow War was over, but there was still a
darkness waiting back on Earth. Babylon 5 had broken away from Earth, and
in retaliation President Clark had quarantined them, trying to strangle
B5's supply lines. Those aboard the station were becoming desperate and
couldn't afford to lose even a single supply ship. And that desperation
was reflected in the faces of the League representatives.



"What are we supposed to tell our people?" one of them demanded. "Every
day there's new rumors that key supplies won't be coming in!"



"We know what you want of us, Sheridan," said another. "You want us to put
on positive faces when we report back to our people! But we're tired of
trying to sell goodwill on your say-so alone!"



Next to Sheridan stood Delenn, the ambassador from Minbar, wearing the
loose-flowing dress customary to her people. Sheridan had no closer, or
more intimate, ally than she. The more fanciful of B5's residents tended
to view all that they had been through in recent months as some sort of
grand romantic saga, with Sheridan and Delenn--and the obvious love which
bound them--as key ingredients in that story. Today, though, Sheridan was
beginning to bristle at the tone of the representatives' words, and ever
so slightly Delenn placed a gently restraining hand on his forearm. She
knew precisely what was going through his mind, as she so often did.



It had been Sheridan who had organized the battle against hopeless odds in
the conflict that had been known as the Shadow War. Sheridan who had
literally come back from the dead, Sheridan who had organized a
determined, albeit hopelessly overmatched, alliance, and ultimately
Sheridan--with Delenn's help--who had faced down not only the Shadows, but
the Vorlons as well, and had put an end to a war that could have racked up
death tolls in the billions.



But now he was faced with the oldest and most pointed question in the
galaxy: What have you done for me lately?



He allowed his annoyance to pass, soothed by Delenn's touch and taking a
mental step back from the challenging tones.



"People," he said slowly, his voice gravelly. Lately he felt as if he'd
been talking nonstop, to anyone and everyone who would listen to him, and
he wondered if his vocal cords would ever reach a point where they didn't
feel exhausted. "With all respect, you're acting as if what's going on out
there is some sort of ... of inconvenience that's been cooked up in order
to make your lives that much more difficult. Allow me to remind you of a
few key points"--and he proceeded to count them off on his fingers. "It's
been a year and a half since we broke away from Earth and became an
independent state. President Santiago has been assassinated, and his
successor, President Clark, has turned Earth into a prison camp."



He stepped away from Delenn and began to circle the League
representatives. "Babylon Five began life as a diplomatic station," he
continued. "We're now transformed, by necessity, into the first line of
defense against Clark, Raiders, the Shadows, and the constant threat of
war. A quarter million people cut off, isolated, trying to create a better
life, trying to survive, all alone in the night. Our job is to create the
peace. If we fall, one hundred worlds fall with us. Failure is not an
option."



"What are you saying?" asked the Drazi rep.



"I'm saying," Sheridan told them firmly, "that we are not going to fail. I
am saying that we have plans, even now, that will ensure our supply lines
will not be subject to attack from Raiders."



"What about from Clark?" the Brakiri representative inquired. "And from
the Shadows?"



"Truthfully, I don't think the Shadows will be presenting much more of a
threat," Sheridan assured them, "and as for Clark ... we'll handle him as
well when the time comes." He put up his hands to forestall the barrage of
questions that he knew was
going to be forthcoming. "People, please!" he called over their raised
voices. "Please trust me on this. I'd like to think I've earned that much,
at least."



"How are you going to deal with the Raiders, then?" asked the Drazi.



Sheridan shook his head. "I'm sorry, I'd rather not say. If I go into
detail, that could backfire if it leaks out."



The Brakiri waved dismissively. "There is no plan!" he said in annoyance.
"Just ... more illusions! More promises!"



Sheridan took a step forward and looked squarely into the Brakiri's eye.
"Name a promise," he said in a low and clearly angry voice, "that I have
not kept."



The Brakiri's mouth opened for a moment and then closed as he looked to
the others for some sort of comment or support. None was immediately
forthcoming. There seemed to be a sort of group shrug.



"All right then," Sheridan said tightly. "And I will continue to keep my
promises, and my word. Now if you'll excuse me, there are matters that
require my immediate attention."



"But we have--"



"Other considerations, I know. And I'm quite certain that Ambassador
Delenn," and he rested a hand on her shoulder, "will be more than happy to
address them. Good day to you."



Delenn fired a look at him that fairly shouted, Oh, you are going to
regret that little maneuver, John Sheridan. But she kept her mouth frozen
in a smile as she said, "By all means, Captain. I will be happy to attend
to the concerns of the League."



"I knew I could count on you," Sheridan said briskly, knowing full well
that he had very likely bought himself a heaping helping of trouble for
later on. But he was prepared to deal with only one crisis at a time. And
at that moment, there was another brewing that he had to get to as quickly
as possible....








Vir Cotto was not having a good day.



He sat in his quarters, peering bleary-eyed into the mirror and trying to
figure out the identity of the ghastly looking individual who had usurped
his reflection. His hair, to his horror, was somehow actually lying flat
on his head. This was simply an unacceptable situation, for the height of
one's hair indicated the rank and status of a Centauri male--which Vir had
the vague feeling that he was,...

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Verlag
Del Rey
Erscheinungsdatum
1998
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0345424549
ISBN 13 
9780345424549
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Taschenbuch
Anzahl der Seiten
256
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