from an undisclosed location
Private to legate_damar: Damar, I know when I asked you to leave me here I told you I would no longer have you involved with my quest, but I require some assistance and you -- not being of my universe -- may be the only one who can provide it. You should feel most free to decline, though I fear you are my last hope.

I remain undercover with Tu'Pari's forces, and have learned that they are plotting an attack -- quite soon! -- on the leader of the Rangers, ranger_wun. I cannot compromise any Narn or Centauri by burdening them with this information, and I cannot extricate myself in time to warn the Ambassador myself. So I ask you to go to him, and protect him for at least the next several days. He must not know why you are there, for he will most certainly attempt to retaliate, and that will compromise my goal of exposing all the members of the anti-Ranger forces. Just protect him, and make yourself visible -- I am hoping that your presence as an unknown element from an unknown race will be enough to put off the forces who would take his life.

Soon all of the members of Tu'Pari's rebel alliance will be here at our base. I have explored the colony's power core and think it should be a simple matter to cause a cascade reaction and set this asteroid to blow once all our enemies are amassed here. If I cannot get off the base in time -- such is the will of G'Quon.

Now, my head hurts, and I must retire. Respond on this frequency as soon as you can, Damar, and let me know if you are willing to undertake this assignment. /end private message

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The effects of the Great Machine have not yet left me, and I am positively reeling, though I blame the events that took place at Vir's party for some of that. Still, my head feels like it belongs to someone else, someone who has possibly spent the better part of a week nailing blunt steel spikes into his skull and then thought it wise to spill bubbling acid on the raw wounds. Remind me -- if I should survive both this headache and my tenure here on this miserable outpost -- not to use the device again; clearly it is incompatible with Narn physiology.

That being said, I am glad I was able to hold counsel with my friends for perhaps the last time. Glad...to see Mollari once more, to see him laugh, to see him celebrate life. Great Machine or not -- though, to quote a Centauri game, I "dare" you to ask me in the morning how I feel -- I know that I am lucky and that my friends are most precious indeed to forgive me of my past transgressions, the violent acts of my history and the one I am about to commit.

My soul, I have learned, in these past few days, is the soul of the Anla'shok. Though I am not a Ranger by profession I am one in spirit, and I believe that they alone will restore the balance of this galaxy to one of peace, and be a tribute to us poor, sullied souls who too often had to resort to violence, and hate, and fear. They will redeem us, and they must be protected at all costs, and so I am where I am, and I do what I do, for Delenn, for Sinclair, for Sheridan, and for all the Anla'shok.

Ah, my head is ringing. I do not think I shall sleep, but perhaps that is for the best; I sense strange shadows moving about in this place and need what wits I have left to remain on my guard.

Mollari, if you are reading this, do not attempt to contact me. It is not safe for you, and I would not put you in further danger. What I do, I do for peace, for redemption, for humanity, and for love. And therefore, for you.