As Bailin picked up Gigi and started walking out of the building, her thoughts returned to the ship she knew she had seen. It looked so familiar for some reason. All of a sudden, she grabbed Bo's arm with her free hand as she cradled Gigi in the other. "Bo, I just saw The Pulsar." Bo looked at Bailin with loving concern in his eyes, afraid that the strain of the last few years had finally taken their toll on her. After all, The Pulsar, The Followers; they were from another time and place. So much had happened. When The Pulsar left Boojilon 5 with many of the followers, Bo, Bailin and Gigi had been left behind. They decided to infiltrate the suit's headquarters in hopes of being able to help their friends if the opportunity arose. Everything was so chaotic at the time that it was not difficult for them to fool the suits. Bailin, after all, looked like all the other secretaries dressed in the polyester suit she had received from Critty, and she had done clerical work for some years. Bo, though he did not wear a suit, was always able to fit his way into any situation.  There was very little he was not able to do; whether it be fix a computer, a leaking faucet or a meal. And then there was Gigi. Most of the followers had cats (or goks) for pets. Gigi was an exception. She was a dog, and the suits loved dogs, especially dogs in sweaters.  Another plus. Gigi looked adorable in sweaters. Bailin made sure her bosses saw Gigi at every opportunity.  Before long, one of the company's movie producers spotted Gigi and told Bo and Bailin he would make her a star. Sure enough, next thing they knew everyone was wanting her pawograph. Bo and Bailin were in with the "in crowd." So was Critty. He, too, had not made it onto The Pulsar. He had been working as a musician, and when the plans for Gigi's first movie were announced, Bailin requested Critty do the musical score. While all this was going on, so was the war of the suits. They had to be in control of everything. Before long, it was evident that without Booji and The Followers to stop the suits, their world and the worlds around them would be destroyed. The suits headed for Minbar, with Bo, Bailin, Gigi and Critty among their entourage. Each day, they prayed their friends were safe in whatever world they had landed on, but it all seemed so hopeless. But then, as they exited the building, Bo, too, stared in disbelief.  Gwyn????????

Miss Morden was a nervous, twitchy woman. She was always carrying a pile of papers. She fidgited nervously, and looked around as she waited at the landing coordinates. She didn't like that the Vorlons sent her out among all this... Chaos. Why did she have to deal with these outsiders? She jumped when she heard the ship close to her. She tried to put on that brave face the Vorlons were always forcing on her. She saw a Vorlon and three humans come off.

"Morden?" the Vorlon asked.

The woman seemed surprised and a little afraid. "How did you know my name?"

"Don't you recognize us?" One of the women asked.

"No. None of you. Nor should I. That's what they told me."

"They? What are you doing on Vorlon Homeworld?"

Morden looked at them suspiciously. "I live here. I have ever since the Vorlons found me. Come with me. They want to see you."

"Who?"

"The Vorlons."

"Which ones?" Jim asked.

Morden looked confused. "The only ones left." She turned from them and led them away from the ship.

"Oh crap" Garibaldi realized with a jolt the darkened office was not empty. As he crept through the shadows he tapped his throat mike to keep the others from entering just yet. Again, there was movement.

"W-who's there?" Garibaldi's gun was instantly pointed at the source of the noise. Slowly, cautiously, Garibaldi reached up and threw the light switch. "OH GOD!" A man stood on the other side of the office next to a large leather couch. Upon seeing Garibaldi he
dropped to the ground and curled into a ball.

"Please! Please don't kill me, sa'. I was jus tirahd. I jus lay on the couch and next thing I knowed I was snoozin. Please don't kill me sa', I won't never do it again." The man wore shaggy clothes. A janitor's cart was parked in the corner.

"Get up." Garibaldi sighed, standing and tapping the all-clear. "Your the janitor?"

"Yessa'. Jus the lowly janita. I dont want no trouble, hear? I'll just run along..."

"No, you won't. Throw me your keys." The janitor did as he was told, but threw them without looking up.  They landed onto the nearby desk, right beside the keyboard. "Nice throw. Are there any additional passcodes for this computer?" The rest of the team began to filter in, giving Garibaldi a chance to start the computer and open the disc safes.

"You hafta use p-l-a-i-d as th' user name or it alerts sercurity...but I ain't supposta know that..."

Garibaldi nodded and was quickly accessing the information. "Anti-Booji...kept in a sustainment chamber under the 'It's a small world' ride at Disney Planet....the suit empire extends outward from that source, almost to the outer rim... "Garibaldi?" Reebo called.

"One sec."

"Garibaldi..."

"Just a minute Reebo, I have to upload this to the others outside."

"GARIBALDI!"

Garibaldi turned towards Reebo and saw immediately what was so important. The janitor stood, his face finally visible. Dirty, unshaven, but most certainly Garibaldi's twin.

The janitor's looked at Garibaldi and his eyes went wide. "Hey now -- that's copyright infringement!"

Flarnstar waited patiently in the lobby of the Government office. Eventually a bold looking woman six feet tall with hair the color of fire and eyes the color and intensity of lasers stepped out.  Flarnstar was slightly unsettled.

"I read your introduction. It appears you are the ambassador of a group of Booji followers, a Minbari by birth but lived on a planetoid in Sector 45 and you come from another time line.  Correct?" The woman leaned over the desk towards the seated Flarnstar in an imposing manner.

"Correct." Flarnstar was determined not to let her intimidate her.

The interrogating woman read further.  "You have been fighting the Suits in your own time line and one in the future in which you picked up two new teenage followers who are helping you now to return to your own time line.  Correct?"

Flarnstar squared her shoulders and looked directly into the intense eyes. "Yes. Do you have a problem with that?"

The woman's stony face broke into a big smile. "Shucks no! I am She Who Must Be Obeyed and I have made it a career to study you guys. Finally glad to meet you!" She rushed around the other side of the desk and gave Flarnstar a big hug. "Come on over to my house on Sunday. I am inviting a few of my friends for a barbecue. I know you Minbari do not drink alcohol, so I will make sure there are plenty of other drinks there, too. Critty will be there.
He is quite the inventor. Bailin, Bo and their pet Gigi will be there. Gigi is a poodle movie star. She loves children.  Do any of you have kids?  Bring them along."

Flarnstar froze. She did not remember seeing Spoofoo all day.

"graphs, graphs, how do you make a bloody graph with this program!?!"  "if it's called ms *works*, then why isn't it *working*!?!"  "ack!! why isn't it reading my file!?!"  "sheesh, you'd think 2 programs made by the same bloody company would actually cooperate with each
other!"  dief still sits in her quarters, oblivious to everything happening around her, muttering to herself and cursing out the computer as she continues to work feverishly trying to keep up with her school work and finish her college applications.  *sobs* "why does my computer hate me? why?"   *smacks computer* "that's it! i give up! i'm going for a walk."

"Bailin!" Gwyn cried, then rushed forwrd to hug her.

"Where have you been...you weren't on the pulsar, and...and what are you wearing?"

"Polyester."

"Oh Bailin! What has hapened to you! Come, you and Vic and Gigi are all coming with me. We're goiong to get you some jeans and t-shirts, some thing warm to drink, and have a long talk. I'm not sure how much help I can be, I'm always a bit confused. Besides, I've been so busy working on additions to the temple library that I've been a bit out of it for awhile. But it's good to have you back!"

"I never expected to see any of you again! How is everyone?"

"It's a long story, but generally we're all alirght. We've had some trouble with Lorien, he hasn't quite recovered, and poor Dief...I know exactly what she's going through. I gave that big bpx of college junk to Lindaru to destroy, but Dief tripped over it, and now it's evil spell has been cast on her. But she'll work through it. Ahh, here's the pulsar....Hey every one!
Look who found me!"

As the followers started telling their stories, Bo and Bailin sensed something not quite right. Nothing made complete sense. It was as if they were talking of two different lifetimes. They were in the same timeframe now, that wasn't the problem; and it wasn't the fact that these followers had been to a future timeline that bothered Bo and Bailin. What bothered Bo and Bailin was that the events these followers spoke of were RECENT; whereas Bo and Bailin had been on Minbar for several years, now. And, and THIS Gwyn had blonde hair. The Gwyn from Bo and Bailin's time on Boojilon had had purple hair... What was going on?

Morden led the four adults with the one woman carrying a small Vree child to where she was instructed. They stepped into the crystalline building and Jim changed 12 colors in under four seconds.  "Mom?"

The energy being floated angelically and to Lindaru looked like the Earth representation of Madonna (the religious one not the musical one).

Jim released his encounter suit and floated towards her. They exchanged a light show of energy hugs before settling back into separate entities.

"Morden," Jim's Mom ordered. "Prepare these humans some frappuccinos, some sodas, some M&M cookies and make it snappy!"

As Morden turned, Lindaru grabbed her arm and looked at Jim's Mom. "Please do not speak that way to Morden. She is a friend of ours."

"She is a servant here," Jim's Mom replied.  Morden wiggled out of Lindaru's grasp and
went directly to follow her orders.

Jim broke the tension by introducing Barista, Wicket and Spoofoo to her.

Spoofoo innocently asked, "Call you *Grandma*?"

At that moment Jim's brothers and sisters entered the room. "No, child. Call me Grandma Kosh. We are all Kosh."

At that moment, Debbie Kosh floated over to Jim in a warm energetic embrace. "If we had known you were coming, we would have baked a cheesecake."

The Anti-Booji looked upon his creation with satisfaction.

If you weren't aware that it was hiding in the shadows, then you couldn't tell it was there, watching and waiting. It was completely black now, the animated cell artists had got to work with their blackest paint and covered the gingery and brown patches. Even the creature's eyes were deepest black.

It looked for all the world like a large panther, sleek, powerful, silent, fearless...and totally obedient to its new master.

Out of the corner of his eye, the Anti-Booji glimpsed the flash of long white fangs, as the big cat made the mistake of growling at him. Surely it wouldn't be stupid enough to try to turn on him?

The glimpse of a pain stick was enough to make the panther cower and cringe back into the darkness. It had obviously learnt its lesson well.

Those fools who followed his pathetic nemesis wouldn't stand a chance against this, his latest weapon.

"A hunting we will go...", he laughed to himself.

Grandma Kosh, Debbie Kosh, Cathy Kosh, Rick Kosh, Tim Kosh and John Kosh all joined with Jim Kosh to view the original Booji Temple from their observatory window.

Grandma Kosh shook her head. "Son," she said to Jim, "I remember when you and Lenardo--"

"Lindaru!" Jim corrected.

"Lindaru," Grandma repeated, "went off to start up that new Temple in Markab space.  What you are proposing now . . . 93 followers are supposed to be in your Bunji--"

"Booji!" Jim corrected.

"Booji group," Grandma finished, "but I think it would be sacreligious to even think about using the original Temple to the original Vorlon God. The universe knows I am not religous myself and have no religous prejudice; however, the idea is . . . radical, to say the least!"

"It is important, Mom. The Anti-Booji has ruined all of the future time lines and it is most imperative that we gather all of the followers together to undo the evil that the Suits have done!"

Grandma Kosh used a facet of her energy to caress the top of Jim's being about where
the back of his head would be. "We'll discuss this when your father gets home."

*****

Lindaru sat with Morden in the kitchen.  "What happened! You were such a powerful entity on Zahadum! Where are your Shadow friends?"

"Gone." Morden looked sad. "Zahadum was wiped out by the Vorlons when the Suits decided they no longer needed the Shadows.  They also destroyed all of the Drakh, Centauri Prime, Earth, Mars . . . they are all dead planets now. Even the Vinzini are gypsies these days. The Suits decided they could reason with the Vorlons and thus permitted them to remain here.  I was found by these particular Vorlons in a vessel orbiting their home world.  Normally they would have destroyed it being alien to them, but they decided to take me in. They really do treat me well, but it difficult to be subservient to anyone, yet I manage."

Lindaru considered telling Morden their reason for being here - all about the original Temple and gathering the followers, but decided the time was not yet right. At that particular moment, the outside door to the kitchen opened.

"Fresh hot pizzas, two flarn, two spoo, three pepperoni with extra cheese, and a side order of bread sticks."

Lindaru turned around to see that the delivery person was--Gaidheil!

"Who......lorien 2."

"No Lorien."

"Then who are you."

"Lorien."

"Which one."

"THE lorien."

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Morden opened the door of the Kosh household.

That was odd; she could have sworn she'd heard the doorbell chime, but nobody was there.

For the briefest of moments she thought she felt a chill draught brush past her. She didn't see the dark shape which slunk in, hidden from all but the keenest of eyes.

"Who was it?", asked Grandma Kosh.

"No-one."

The janitor, who's nametag read "Janitorial Slave 5th Order Garibaldi", slowly led them through the dark, constricted tunnel. "I spend mosta my time down here. I'm 'n charge of killing the roaches."

"Roaches? Wonderful."

"Ya. Upstairs thinks the MTV suits sent them over after they finished shooting 'Joe's Apartment'. Tryin to overthrow WB or somethin. Anyway, I don't reelly kill 'em. We just set and talk."

Garibaldi rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Just like Zathras."

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

Suddenly the group came upon an opening, and the tunnel fanned out into a large, elegant, yet obviously not maintained lobby. On one end there was an elevator, the other a sign saying "Torture Chambers" and a rotting wood door.

"Wait a second-" Reebo looked to the left. "If there was an elevator...why did we just climb through that mucky tunnel?!"

"I ain't allowed to use the elevator. Anyway, this is where I stay. You go in and get your friend." He looked at the ground. "I gotta go back to my duties."

Garibaldi patted his shoulder and motioned for the team to check out the entryway. "Are you sure?"

The janitor nodded sadly. "I ain't never done nuttin but be a janitor. I wouldn't know what to do."

"You could always come with us."

"Naw. I'm not much fer fightin." The janitor weakly waved goodbye and started back out the tunnel.

"Things will get better!" Garibaldi called to him. "Things will get better real soon!" He then entered the Torture Chamber. Releasing the Gok from his backpack, the team started down the narrow and bloody corridors.  Eventually they found Ranger, and began the long and perilous trip back to the surface.

Koshia waddled into the room of Vorlons, still clad in her encounter suit

*whirr* *whistle* Booji smiles on the followers. *beep* *whirr*

"Who are you? What are you going on about?" Grandma Kosh asked Koshia. "And why are you wearing an encounter suit among your own?"

*beep* *whistle* Booji has faith in those who keep the faith. *pop* *whirr*

Koshia waddled back out of the room without another word.

Gaidheil silently brought in the pizzas to the main Kosh living room.

Koshia waved at her. *Buzz* *Beep* "Gaidheil!" Grandma reached over and pulled Koshia out of her tiny ruffled encounter suit.

Gaidheil's eyes remained on the group.  She tried to figure out which glowing glob of energy was Jim. She needed to speak with him immediately. "Hello Koshia.  Would you and Jim mind going into the kitchen?  Lindaru needs you two."

"'Kay."  Koshia floated over and connected what would have been hands with Jim and the two neon forms moved to the kitchen.

*****

Lindaru remained at the table wondering what Morden had been doing at the door.  Just then the door closed and Lindaru felt a large and three small forms move past her.

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Spoofoo who had been levitating the pots and pans in the cupboards stopped. "They are here! Zog! Zog! Zog!"  Spoofoo had loved calling Jesi, Mari and Domi "Zog" instead of their real names.

Morden tiptoed over to Lindaru. "As soon as Gaidheil gets here, my Associate, the kids, you, Jim, Gaidheil and I will make a bee line for the Temple. We haven't got a moment to lose!"

Lindaru saw Jim and Koshia float in.  "Don't you think the Kosh family will notice we are gone?"

Morden smirked. "I think after they have eaten their pizza--"

Gaidheil walked in and gave a knowing wink to Morden.

Morden continued, "--they are going to be taking a nice long nap."

*somewhere else, deep in space*

A dark Spidery figure approched the Dimly Glowing Shape, who twitched back uncomfortbly.
*swoosh* *ting* "It is against The ancient Laws. They are not to be used for this purpose. We cannot do this."*wwiiiizzzz* *bang*. The Spidery shape moved, and it's 'eyes' glowed as it spoke in reply. 'yyessssssssss.... But we must be united, or the suits will destroy us.' The glowing shape appeared to be concidering it. *beep* *swiiiirl* "Have they become so strong, that we cannot avoide this?" *clap* *rrriiinng* The dark spidery figure's eyes narrowed. "noooo...There is no other way...' The Glowing shape came in upon itself on a way, communicating on another level of excistence. The Spidery form waited patiently. After what appeared to be forever, the glowing shape focused it's eye on the dark one. *ding* *splash* "They have said yes". The eye narrowed. "Do you know where it is?" *whap* *screetch*
'yessss... we found out shortly after they destroyed our home on this line. They took some of our technology with them, and we were able to track it.' The glowing form moved it's head, as the dark shadowy figure continued explaining. 'It was tracked to what used to be the planet of your allies... that is why we needed you. It was once knowen as Minbar'
The glowing shape looked away. *twitch* *rrrrrrrrolllll* "We wish there was another way. But the ruffles are spreading, and i doubt if we can hold them... even together.  "*woooooooooooooph* *tick* 'What is done, is done. Even if we will not survive, evolution must be promoted... and if that means uniting our stars, so be it.' The glowing figure looked at the walls of that place, as if it could see beyond them, to whatever layed beyond. *grrrawl* *clinck* "yes" *whistle* *shraaad*  A while later, they were both looking.... the waves and flaws of time itself spread before them. And though the thing itself was not that obvious, it was there. The once smooth face of the ocean of time had changed... It was stormy, darkness covered it, lightenings and clouds spinning on it. They looked like a bucket... a black bucket. The glowing figure looked at the disturbed passage of time, wondering if there was any hope left.... *hisssss* *dwwwwwwwiik* "It have not changed, inspite of our work" *splat* *wwwwwwwweeeeeouuuhh* The dark form looked above, at the ruffles of time. 'nnoooo.... although..they may have not lost yet....look'. The glowing form searched for a while, untill it saw what the dark figure pointed to. over the disturbed currents of time, a little star shone, barely seen through the storm. As the glowing and dark forms looked at it, they could see, just for a moment, if there was time in this place, the form of a faint little bucket... it was red. The forms watched in silence, at the shining star of hope, not knowing if to belive. The dark figure spoke first. 'Do you think it will be sufficent? It appears that it wasn't noticed yet on this line.' The glowing figure floated a little closer. *wheeetz* *dwoop* "Hope is all we have" *knock* *wirrrl* HAIL BOOJI!!!!!!!! "On Minbar, we have Goks"...

"Am I....."

"perhapes..... you are stuck be"

"Between tick and tock I know you're not the only one in this buisness. How can I live again."

"You must give up your flesh."

"You mean....Die."

"No you idiot you must revert from your first one form to a human one."

will lorien live again? What does he mean be human again? shouldn't neil be doing this? this and more on my mext posting on ................... BOOJILON 5

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Koshia was totally unaware of what was happening until she suddenly looked up and stared into 2 large black eyes.

The eyes blinked once, slowly.

A large, velvety paw, with razor-sharp claws descended on her as she just sat and watched, totally unfazed. It missed her by inches and settled instead on the bar of chocolate beside to her.

As the panther hungrily gobbled up the candy, Koshia turned to it and patted the top of its head.

A voice in the creature's brain screamed, "Kill her now!  Remember the pain stick!" The big cat winced but ignored the Anti-Booji's words.

"Purrrrr", said Koshia.

"Purrrrr", replied the panther.

Spoofoo wandered into the room where Koshia was eating chocolate in the ancient original Vorlon Booji Temple. All of the adults and the three shadow babies were studying some of the ancient texts with fervor in the library.

Koshia giggled. *Beep* "Hungry kitty."  Her aura changed colors.

Spoofoo's eyes grew wide with shock.  "Th-th-that's not a k-k-k-itty!  Zorksnoot!" He trembled not sure what to do.

Koshia changed colors again. "You said a bad word!"

Her statement fell on deaf ears as Spoofoo ran from the room crying, "Auntie Lindaru!  Auntie Morden!  Koshia's in trouble!  Help!"

So all of the followers have found missions on Minbar during this new time line.  Who is this mysterious black kitty?  What do some of the followers hope to find in the ancient Vorlon Temple?  What is up with Morden and Gaidheil?  Another Garibaldi double?  Lorien - a human?  Read on in Episode 3.