LEGACY OF THE CALLER
Based on the TV Show "Babylon 5"

Celebwen Telcontar: Please, don’t throw things at me! I was… occupied!

Balrog: With what?

Celebwen Telcontar: Schoolwork, work work, and other FFN stories!

Balrog: So you just left the rest of us all dangling here! You are… so… uhhh…

Celebwen Telcontar: Disposable?

Balrog: Not precicely the word I was looking for. Infuriating! That’s the word! By the way, you don’t own Babylon 5, do you?

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“So, Zach, what’s new?” Lochley asked.

“A Down Below cult.”

“A…cult? As in ‘end of the world in fire and brimstone’ sort of thing?”

“Close enough. But these people say Arthur will return in our hour of greatest need.”

“The British already say that. What’s new?”

“They’ve set off the Down Below fire alarms at least ten times, and I’ve thrown at least thirty of them off station.”

“For what?”

“A lot of them smuggle in dry Earth herbs, and the cult burns them.”

“They burn dry herbs?” Lochley asked, skeptical.

“They say it helps them interpret dreams.”

Captain, I thought I should let you know, but President Sheridan and Vice President Delenn just checked in at customs.”

“Thank you. So what’s the basis of this cult?”

“The return of King Arthur.”

“Oh, great. A bunch of people trying to burn down the station for King Arthur’s return. Did you have anything like this when Sheridan was captain?”

“Garibaldi found a cult on Grey 17, and a nutcase, Michael Jankowski, posed as King Arthur arrayed in chain mail and carrying a sword.”

“Good god. What happened to Jankowski?”

“Our resident ranger at the time, Marcus Cole, managed to convince him to go to medlab, where Stephen managed to get him out—after he gave his sword to Delenn.”

“Well—”

Captain, Mr. Garibaldi and Dr. Franklin just checked in at customs.”

“Great. How long until the station blows up?”

“Well, to get your mind off of almost the entire Army of Light command staff on board, I’ve been having strange dreams. If I wasn’t already here, I’d come.”

“”Strange dreams, eh, Zach? That’s what drove Delenn and I here in the first place. What were your dreams?” President Sheridan said, coming in with Delenn.

“Figure in medieval armor riding a horse through the station, calling that he is Arthur and has returned.”

“Yep. That’s like ours.”

“What’s up, Captain?”

“Mr. Garibaldi. How… nice to see you.”

“Hello. Something told me to come here.”

“Join the club. Hello, Stephen.”

Captain… uh… there are two people at customs with two horse-sized bird-cats, two Unicorns in gold and silver décor, and the man’s supposed to be… well… dead; the other is Captain Ivanova of the Avalon. What do I do with them?”

“Who is he?”

Ranger Marcus Cole.” That sentence started mayhem in Captain Lochley’s office. Stephen started muttering to himself, John and Delenn stared at each other, Michael grabbed Captain Lochley’s hand and yelled at the customs office, and Lochley just rested her head on her free hand.

“Why me?” she muttered. “Mr. President, you didn’t have anything like this happen when you wee captain, did you?”

“We sent Jeff back in time, and then I was lost in time. Then I was resurrected. But nothing else major happened.”

Silverwing's talons scratched and clicked on the bulkhead as the gryphon walked next to Susan. Casabanora walked on the other side, her hooves chiming musically. Marcus walked in between Silversong and the former Babylon 5 commander, his hand intertwined with Susan’s.

“You’ve returned!” a worker cried. “My King, how may I serve you?”

“What is your name?”

“Jacob Stone, Your Majesty.” Stone bowed deeply, and was joined by at least ten others who all said they knew King Arthur would return. Word spread like wildfire, and people of every age and race were walking behind Susan, Marcus, Casabanora, Marcalumourne, Silversong, and Bronzewing, singing hastily composed songs about the long-awaited return of King Arthur.

Long Live the King! May the Lord of Camelot have an eternal reign!

The Lord of Camelot shall one day return,

Foretold in the fumes of the sage we burn,

Ad his reign shall be forever blessed,

For the King of Camelot has returned to us!

Another song started, one modeled after one of JRR Tolkien’s songs of Middle-Earth.

An ancient king there was of old,

a shining star by day,

His mantle white was hemmed in gold,

his shoes of silver gray

A star was bound about his brows,

A light was on his hair

As sun upon the golden boughs

Of Camelot the fair.

His hair was long, his limbs were white,

And fair he was and free;

And in the wind he rode as light

As leaf of Linden tree.

Beside the stones of Avalon,

By water clear and cool,

His voice as falling silver fell

Into the shining pool

Where now he wanders none can tell,

In sunlight or in shade,

For lost of yore was King Arthur,

And in the mountains strayed.

Yet once again he shall return,

In our hour of greatest need,

To lead us far to greater times,

High upon his royal steed

The songs caused Lochley to rub her temple. Michael stared out the doorway, Delenn and John waiting with baited breath.

“What’s going on?” Stephen asked.

“The Arthurian cult. It sounds like half the station is coming to your office, Captain,” Zach replied.

“An Arthurian cult? You have an Arthurian cult, Customs found Marcus alive and with two Gryphons and a pair of Unicorns, the entire Army of Light command staff is here, what’s next?”

There was a clattering of silvery hooves on the bulkhead, and the two Unicorns, the Gryphons, and Susan and Marcus barreled into the room.

“Good God, I don’t think I can survive any more of that!” Marcus cried. The Gryphons screeched at the crowd, now singing horribly off-key and without any identifiable words.

“SHUT UP!” Lochley screamed over the horrendous din. The Gryphons fell silent, but the crowd continued to squawk their ‘songs’ out at the tops of their lungs. Now it sounded as if they were singing all different songs, and so off-key that it made the Gryphon’s lay their ear tufts back and squint in pain.

“SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP!” Marcus roared. The cult fell silent.

“Thank you, Caller,” the gold and brown gryphon said with immense gratitude.

“You’re welcome, Bronzewing.”

“John, before we go any further, I must tell you what we are up against. The Eilie are a power beyond comprehension, a hunger beyond understanding... they are anti-life itself. Every member of the Eilie race is telepathic, and they can make someone fight for them. They want to destroy all life other then themselves, believing that all other life is inferior and must be exterminated. The Vorlons had a brush with the Eilie before, and almost didn’t survive. The Eilie, before arriving, prey on the weaknesses of those they can manipulate, on those that they can madden. We also had a brush with the Eilie, and we almost didn’t survive.”

“The artifact you brought in from Hyperspace…”

“Precisely. The Eilie are what were in it. The People, the Unicorns, Gryphons, Elves, all the Mythical people, are the sworn enemies of the Eilie. It is said that only the Caller’s forces can defeat them.”

“There is a prophecy among the People, set down by Tirgwaith Iarwain, the People’s Protector. He was an ancient Unicorn, saying that the Eilie had to be thrown back twice by those other than the People before the Caller would Summon the People and those who threw the Eilie back to finally force the Gorgûlmorfëa back. The Prophecy said:

“Thou whom dwelleth with the Spirit of a Unicorn inside of himself shall be named thy Caller. He shall rally thee who believed they to be Divinities, and thee who live in the Mithril Land. Their might shall force back the Gorgûlmorfëa, and thy Darkness shall sleep once again. Never shall they die, for should they die, so shall the Balance. If they die, Life, the Balance, shall thus die. The Gorgûlmorfëa are the Opposite of Life, and so to have Life you must have Death. For one to have Happiness, one must also have Sorrow. There is always a Balance. The Caller of that time will have the Spirit inside of him to rally the people under one banner, and shall also have the goodness of heart to be a Unicorn. He shall know all, and all who oppose Him and His Forces, gathered under His Banner, shall Despair.”

“Damn!” John cried. “This again. We almost didn’t survive last time…”

“That is why the Caller is here,” Marcalumourne said.

“Will you be getting the Vorlons here, Marcus?”

“Yes, I will. We will send a ship out, telling the First Ones that the Eilie are back. But you heard Tirgwaith Iarwain’s Prophecy, kill them and you kill yourself. Kill the Anti-Life, and you kill Life. Everything must be done in Moderation. Everything has a Balance. To have love, you must have loneliness.”

“Oooo-kay,” Michael said, completely confused.

“The people who believe themselves to be the only true force of Life are back?” Delenn asked, beginning to comprehend everything. The Unicorns nodded. The crowd outside was deadly silent, hardly making even a movement.

“Just when things get simple around here, something goes and blows it all up.”

“Don’t be so optimistic, Zach,” Lochley muttered.

“My Lord Caller,” Bronzewing said, “These people are rather well tied to you. It would be wise to use them in the war against the Eilie.”

“You are right, Bronzewing. Captain, Mr. President, we have to see to these people. The Caller will make sure that they are put to a good use. You will have to join us, as when someone hears the Call for the People of Myth and Legend, they become one of the people. Those who do not hear the Call of the People will hear the Call of the Eilie. And they will Answer, as they did when you, Caller’s High General Ivanova, had a brush with the Eilie at first.” The crowd parted as Casabanora finished her speech, and a woman with short red hair walked through as if she was being possessed.

“Lyta... Lómransil...” Bronzewing whispered. It was amazing that he could force speech that was not falconine from his massive beak, but he somehow did. He walked up, and locked eyes with Lyta. Susan felt him Bonding with her, and soon Lyta was having a much less troubled expression on her face, and she stroked the Gryphon’s feathers. The creature fluffed his feathers and gave a loud purr.

“Okay... what was that?” Zach asked.

“Bronzewing just Bonded to her. He’ll be her friend at all times. Much like Marcus and I have Casabanora and Marcalumourne. He’ll be very good to her.”

“Interesting. So what does this mean for my station?” Lochley asked.

“What does what mean for my station, Captain?” Susan asked, her tone back to its usual biting chill.

“This. The... Arthurian cult your... husband...?”

“Fiancé, really.”

“Okay, the cult your fiancé and you seem to run that takes up half the station. You seem to have somehow recruited the President, First Lady, Dr. Franklin, Michael Garibaldi, and my security chief as well. How do you do that and what does it mean for the station?”

“The people who are Called by the People are to go into a sort of militant force to help us against the Eilie. The people will see to it that all have occupations in the Caller’s Militia that flatter their lifestyles and strengths while trying to keep them from preying on their own weaknesses. It isn’t easy, and having a Bondmate helps with the force, since they lend an ear and are already through the Training.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. What training?”

“Training for the Caller’s Militia, of course.”

“And that entails?”

“That one give up their current station in life to be given a rigorous training program. They will be taught to use both mental and physical powers. I survived with no problems, save a few lost feathers. Most two-legers would easily survive.”

“Silversong, the only two legers who have gone through the training program are Elves, Wizards, Witches, and Dwarves. Not modern day humans and those in the same Galaxy of the humans.”

“I am sorry for the misconception, My Lady Caller’s High General.”

“Marcus and Susan will both have to go through the training program as well. Personally, I think Marcus will do better, having been through the Ranger training. And Delenn will be a wonderful asset to us,” Casabanora said. Silversong nearly raked her with open talons for the fact that she didn’t use their titles instead of their names.

:My Lady Caller’s High General: a telepathic voice said in Susan’s mind.

:Yes, Comadan:

:Most of the Galaxy is here to pay homage to you and the Caller.:

:Give me a break! How many races:

:All, including the Fëaband, and they all want to join our forces. It’s not nearly everyone in the galaxy, but it’s a little less then half.:

:We have the Soul Hunters on our side! When did that piece of insanity happen:

:There are not many Soul Hunters, only those who admit to have made a mistake with the planet Ralga.:

“Captain, do you know anything about the planet Ralga and some Soul Hunter mistake?”

“Soul Hunter mistake? All the... Wait... Captain, what about that guy with Michael’s friend Bryson?”

“Yes, that was Ralga. Why?”

“My Commander, Comadan, has just informed me that a delegation from every planet in the galaxy, including a few Soul Hunters, is parked outside of the station wanting to get into the Caller’s Militia.”

“Ye Gods!” Casabanora said quietly. She tossed her mane, and looked at Lochley.

“Will you join us? I know that the Command Staff has felt the Caller’s Call; not the Eilie’s. Vir Cotto, the Centauri Ambassador, has, in the past, felt the Call of the Eilie, but now he feels the Call of the Caller.”

“Okay... so can you explain this... ‘Call’?” Michael Garibaldi asked.

“Did you not feel it yourself?”

“I can’t explain why I’m here... I don’t know myself... but... Can you explain this...thing?”

“Well... I’ll try. It’s a sort of... compulsion, if you will. Given to you by the People. Perhaps the best way to say this is to take Vir Cotto here and to have him recall what he felt...”

“It was a sort of a city in my dreams, when the Eilie tried to bring me to them. I could feel their evil, but it was nearly impossible to resist. I somehow managed to remain sane, but it was a hard task,” Susan said.

“That’s it. Perfectly said... only with the People it’s not an evil presence, but there’s a presence of purity and grace, joy and life.” Silverwing said, trying to explain.

“Hmm.”

“We’ll join,” John said. Michael looked at him as if he were insane.

Celebwen Telcontar: I’m sorry for dragging on like this, again, but hopefully this will make up for it! And please review, people. I love reviews! Reviews are my lifeblood!

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