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The fighter squadron exited out of the stationary Jumpgate location heading from the planet Brakir to Hyperspace to Sector 37-23-45, at a small area of real space near a the remains of a dead world called Ganor VII. This world had a lamented story to tell, because it was once a beautiful with a highly advanced civilization. This was about 5 years earlier. The people, the Majan, were a shy race, who depended more upon themselves then anyone else, and because of their lack of communications and help, their world fell to the might of a Shadow Planet Killer. This huge death cloud was able to annihilate the world in a matter of 15 Minutes, killing nearly 1.4 Billion People, erradicating a whole race, or so it is believed to be, though this of course was irrelevant information for the Squadron Leader, a pilot known as Captain Thomas Solomon Ivarez, who had grown up nearly 12 lightyears away at the third planet of the Sol system, also known as Earth.

"All right, gentlemen. Thank you for the escort, but I can reach the shipyards on my own now." Says Thomas, a little proud of his Squadron Pilot backround, and then the two "Aurora" SA-23E starfuries turned around and headed back into Hyperspace before the Jumpgate fold closed. God, did he love this job.

"Captain Ivarez of Thunderbolt Fighter "Omega", please respond." Says a voice on the Communications panel of his Thunderbolt Starfury.

"This is Captain Thomas Ivarez, keycode Red 9-07-087 Omega reporting in to Dresdin Shipyards to pick up my new ship." Says Thomas to the Dresdin Shipyards Communications Officer.

"All right sir. Your cleared to land at Docking Bay 37. The shipyards CO, Vice Admiral William Johnson will be waiting for you there in 15 Minutes." Says the Communications Officer.

"Thank you." Says Thomas. The Starfury quickly enters Docking Bay 37 within 7 minutes, and the middle aged Captain exits the fighter, changing into his officer uniform, and carrying 3 bags with him. An older looking officer greets Thomas:

"Ahhh! You must be Captain Thomas Ivarez. I'm Vice Admiral Johnson, the Shipyards CO, and I'd like to personally welcome you to your new ship and the shipyards. Thomas Salutes the Vice Admiral, as does the Vice Admiral back, and then Thomas says:

"Sir, I would like to ask whats special about the Hypocrites.".

"Well, Captain, i'll tell you on the 15 minute shuttle "Ferry" to the ship, since the only other way to get there is by floating there, since its on a 'Side' rack." Says the Vice Admiral.

"Thank you sir." Says Thomas, walking with him to the shuttle. Five minutes later, the Vice Admiral begins to speak:

"Well, you wnated to know whats special about the Hypocrites? Well, first of all, the Gun systems were upgraded to be more powerful, and the Armor Reinforced. Second of all, the top C'n'C bridge has metal window "shields", like on the station Babylon 5. Third of all, there is a prototypical gravimetric system on board, so theere is now need for the "seatbelt chairs" of the original Hyperion Class, or the rotating Articfical Gravity section of the Omega Class Destoryers. Finally, this ships has room for 8 Fighters instead of the usual 6, which is a normal squadron for this class of ship. Thats all, I think." Says the Vice Admiral.

"Oh my......." Says Thomas, looking at the huge heavy cruiser, as the shuttle came within viewing range. 15 Minutes later, on the Bridge of the Hypocrites, he viewed the surrounding area. "Now this I like.....thank you sir." Says Thomas, and the Vice Admrial nods and leaves the bridge, leaving Thomas Alone with the spendid vessel.....

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Lt. Rath squirmed in his chair as the shuttle made its way through Hyperspace. To pass time on the long flight Damian stared out the window to look at the massive view of Hyperspace. He found staring at it a way to burn off hours from a long boring flight to somewhere he would rather not go. Granted a position on a prototype ship is something a offcer looks foward to, and is usually the quick way to a promotion. Still this was not the position he wanted, if it were up to him he would have been discharged after the Earth Civil War.

"Excuse me sir, we are 2 hours from our destination". Damian nodded not paying the other pilot any attention. Damian hated to be broken out of his thoughts, and unfortunately it happened quite often ever since he was in the military. Of course he could have been out of the military after the war, but had he done that he would have gone to the brig. Since he had deffected to Sheridan's side during the latter weeks of the war, he was not put on trial by the War Crimes Tribunal. But there was a price, a military version of Community Service. He had to serve on a Alliance ship, for four years and it had to be one of there choosing. If not he would be in prison for 6 months, and have his pilot license revoked for 10 years. Now prison Damian did not mind, but Damian loved flying and the thought of not flying for 10 years made Damian want to shoot something.

"Were here, intiating jump sequnce", announced the young pilot. The space infront of the shuttle flashed and shifted revealing the window of normal space, the shuttle shot through into normal space and slowed. Damian saw the large shipyards infront of him, and the sight of Starfuries flying by as the space traffic seemed moderate. For now.

"Space shuttle Oedipus you are clear to dock as soon as we receive your password" said the Shipyard Comm officer. Damian sighed. And simply said to himself..."And so it begins".

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Jonathan Reeves stared through the bridge window of the transport ship as they approached the Dresdin Shipyard. He sttod behind the pilot, hands clenched behind his back trying to ignore the mutterings of the rest of the bridge crew as best he could.

"Transport Ship Trireme please respond" came the voice over the comm. Jonathan leant forwards over the pilot and pressed a button.

"This is Lt Jonathan Reeves, reporting to the EAS Hypocrites."

"Please transmit your ident code and await further instructions."

He nodded to the pilot who promptly sent the authorisation signals.

"Welcome Lt Reeves, please adopt a standard approach pattern and prepare to dock at the allocated docking terminal."

Reeves returned to his thoughts. Had it really been 3 years since his last tour of duty aboard the EAS Redoubt? 3 years of mind numbing logistical work under the new administration on Earth. To him it was the same as the previous administration, and the one before that, Earth Force never really changed much. What was so special about the Hypocrites? Hardly a new class of vessel, merely a variant. He was glad to be here though, even if it was just to get him away from some dingy office and back into the frontier.

"We're docking now sir."

"Thankyou, signal the rest of the passengers to disembark." Reeves turned and walked out of the bridge and through the boarding tube onto the station.

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"Mothership Control, this is shuttle Gamma 2 requesting permission to leave the hanger." Jeremy sat strapped into the command chair, the seat next to him unluckily was empty.

"Gamma 2, this Mothership Control, you are clear to leave at your convienience."

'Oh good...' as he flicked the engine controls and the long ranged shuttle left the hanger. Behind him was the Mothership that he had called home on and off for the past decade, it decending back into the red swirls and eddys of Hyperspace. The black shuttle sliced through space twards it's destination. Jeremy caught some much needed sleep, to block the abient noise that hyperspace produced. His dreams were not the greatest nor was his sleep very restful. Hyperspace seems to do this to telepaths. Starships lightyears away filled his head with the hopes, dreams, and nightmares of a thousand people. He never could completely grow used to the constant assault that hyperspace does to a man. After six hours, the computer woke him with a jump.

"Approaching Jumpgate at Sector 37-23-45. Activating jump gate in 60 seconds." Jeremy shook the sleep and stray thoughts from him and started making the final modifications and checkups befor the jump to realspace. The flash of light and the view of reality told his mind to make brace for the slide back to normal space. After only a few moments out of the gate, a pair of "Aurora" fighters pulled along side the shuttle. His comm panel lit up with a message from one of the fighters.

"This is Beta 1 to Psi-Corps Shuttle, please identify youself and transmit your reason for being in system..."

'They sure don't trust me...' he thought to himself with a slight chuckle. "This is Psi-Corps Shuttle Gamma 1 imbound for the Dresdin naval yards. I have priority cargo for the EAS Hypocrites." The shuttle and fighters drifted twards the yards. The passing moments were tense. It seemed that Beta 2 had lost a brother to the Corps and is just waiting for a reason to destroy him. His thoughts were so loud that he couldn't miss them. Jeremy just shook his head and started his little mental games to try an block them better. Beta 1 broke the silence.

"Transmit your clearance codes and you will be on your way."

"Thanks." Jeremy sent the clearance codes and proceded on his way to the space yards. An hour later he saw the ship that he was to be stationed on. It looked like... "Hmmmm, this might be interesting. Why would a Telepath of my caliber be assigned to such a small warship? I could see a Warlock... but..." His little converstation with himself ended with the C&C of the cruiser hailing him. Jeremy sent the needed authorizations and proceeded dock with the ship via one of the airlocks. He was met at the door by the station's resident telepath. The two locked eyes and started their conversation.

'Mr. Betts, how good to see you...'

'Ms. Zarria, it is good to see another one of us here.'

'I am sorry but I won't be going here with you... I am actually here to take the shuttle back to the corps as part of my reassignment. You know that.'

'I know... Can you show me to my quarters before you leave...'

'Of course Jeremy...'

'Thank you Rebecca...'

She nodded and turned to lead the Psi-Cop through the ship to his quarters. The marine who had been watching the two just wondered why those two didn't say anything. Jeremy and Rebecca just smiled.

'It's good to see the mundanes are still hiring from the low end of the gene pool..." she quipped.

'My thoughts exactly.' he returned.

The two chuckled out loud, leaving the marine even more mystified and they left for the crew section of the ship.

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The Whitestar can out of hyperspace and its Captain, Senior Ranger Clain called Ranger Gilkane to the bridge.

"Ranger Gilkane, report to the bridge" said a voice over the whitestar com.

Gilkane stood up and noded to his fellows. "Time for me to leave gentilemen. I will see you on the otherside. Till then may the One smile upon you." Gilkane came to the bridge, "Yes Captain."

Clain turned to Gilkane then back to the hologram in the front of them."

Your new post is to be a Ranger on the EAS Hypocrites. The One has transfered you to this EA ship as Chief Deputy Ranger. Your superior is Chief Ranger Xavier Cross. Good luck the flyer is energiezed and will take you over to the Hypocrities. Fare thee well."

"Thank you Captain. Till we see eachother again."said Gilkane. He took the flyer over to the EAS Hyprocrites. "Minbari flyer to Hyprocrities, this is Ranger Gilkane requesting final approach and docking permission."

"Minbari flyer, permission granted, final approach to bay two. Prepare to release control to Hyprocrites on my mark. Five, four, three, two , mark!

Welcome to the Hyprocrites."

"Thank you CnC."

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For 3 days Luke Stellar had been cramped into the make-shift guest apartment of the Dresdin naval yards. All through his life he was always early, he felt it was exciting to be somewhere when you weren't expected. He also had a habit of casing the vacinity so he could have the advantage of the environment.

He was reading an issue of Galactic Philisophy when an incoming message interupted his thought.

'Luke,' Said a young uniformed figure on the Screen, he was on first name basis with many of the personnel at Dresdin. 'You wanted to know when the next crew member was coming on board.'

'Who many does this make, 3 besides the Captain? Who is it this time?'

'The resident telepath,' The young officer emphised the word telepath more-so than most his age. 'I believe his name is Jeremy Blaine.' Again there was a tone of resentment in his voice.

'Guess it's time to go...' The com link was closed after the brief goodbyes and Luke began to pack his things.

He bagan the long but familiar path from the room they assigned him and the EAS Hypicrate. He never felt like going to his quarter on the ship because he felt he would be spending a long time there. As he shortened the gap between him and the transfer tube, he noticed that the telepath was just entering the ship.'This is going to be interesting.' He said to himself.

After 15 miniutes he was in the EAS Hypicrates talking to the Marine that was stationed there, he had seen him around the past 3 days and had talked to him awhile about 'the interesting parts of my job' even though his was considerly shorter than Luke's. He was telling Luke about how rude the telepaths are when he was interupted by a message from CNC ordering him to show Luke his quarters. I told him it was alright and hastily dropped his things off in his room and went through the daily agenda of what he'll have to do on the EAS Hypicrates.

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Otoman Hernek walked from the shuttle to his new home. This was going to be different he thought only seeing a ship no tree or anything from nature. He walked around until he found sick bay looking at the door was plane with a little sign he would have to change that he wanted people to know where to go and feel welcome.

He walked in seeing people unpacking supplies throughout the room. They looked up but never stopped working. Seeing there was know response he walked into his office it was lush with a comfortable feel they did a good job picking the furniture for this room he thought to him self. He saw a door with a sign on it that read Private Do Not Enter.

He had to he walked in and there was his room how convenient he thought all in one little place. Well no need for him to even leave the medical area except for food and that was the way he liked it.

He looked around the room it was nice but plane he would have to order some plants and pets he could not stand being trapped here if there was not a dog or two or maybe a monkey he would have to talk to the CO. well enough time to unpack.

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The Proxima III Command Earth Alliance Transport ship Silver Star appears out of Jumpgate. The Silver Star is an old Transport that has hastily had the colours of Proxima III painted next to it's Earth Alliance Logo.

"This is Captain Williams to all passengers we have entered Sector 37-23-45 from Hyperspace and should soon be at Dresdin space docks please prepare for docking.", says Captain Williams.

"Thank you Captain Williams, let's hope they're expecting us", replies William "Mandrake" Reinhardt.

"Knowing these Earth Forcers they'll probably want to shoot us down if they think we've got civilians on board, ja?", says Captain Williams in the mildly German sounding accent of Proxima III.

"I don't know about that Adrian, we are part of the Alliance now", says Reinhardt.

"Well just remember you're from Proxima, and we don't trust any so called Interstellar Alliance, when it all falls apart it will be up to you boys to pick up the pieces"

"Earth Alliance Transport Ship please transmit your identification beacon, and stand by for clearance", says the Comm-channel as Dresdin Space control detect the Transports presence. Two Aurora Star Furies appear from the Space Dock.

"This is Captain Adrian Williams of the Proxima III Command Earth Alliance Transport Silver Star Identification code 41Z35TS, confirm clearance, over", replies the Captain, his earlier joviality gone.

"Sir", asks Alpha 4, "I don't like being cooped up here unable to defend myself"

"Neither do I er...soldier", Reinhardt couldn't remember the pilots name, he was a newbee, just out of Proxima Midrange Academy, "but orders are orders and Earth Command are now in charge and they want our squadron to be issued with new fighters"

"Earth Alliance Transport Silver Star your identification code has been verified, please follow this flight plan to dock. Do not deviate from this path", returns Docking Control, "Welcome to Dresdin, Earth Command"

"Well", thought Reinhardt, "here we are back in Earth Force, yet another Proxima III squadron reassigned to serve the Earth Alliance and defend humanity. Let us hope we do a better job this time at defending us....... from ourselves"

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