light years at sublight speeds? That means it's just getting there."
"We think it arrived anywhere from one to eight years ago, depending upon its deceleration routine. Its arrival might be what brought this file to the Corps' attention - a hidden clock, ticking all this time, finally ringing its alarm."
"I still don't get it. If they managed to get the Centauri to take them that close, why not all the way?"
"Because," Lyta said, "at the time, this star was in Vorlon space."
"Exactly. Michael, I need your help. I need to get to that planet, and I need to beat Bester there."
"You think he's gone?"
"I know he sent an expedition. He may or may not be on it. Michael, they can't be allowed to get there and back."
"I - I can't tell you that, yet. I won't, not until you agree to help. To get me a ship that can jump on its own."
"Do you have any idea what you're asking? Ships like that don't grow on trees."
"You have the resources. You can do it."
"Sure. But make it worth it to me. What will Psi Corps find out there?"
She hesitated. "If you go, I'll remove the block Bester put in you."
"You're supposed to do that anyway, but you keep stringing me along. And you didn't answer the question."
"No more delays, Michael. I'll remove the block the second you give me your word."
Garibaldi rubbed his chin. "I want to know what's out there," he insisted.
"I'm not entirely sure myself," Lyta replied. "But I do know this - if Bester gets there first, we're going to lose this war. And when I say we, I don't just mean the resistance. I mean you, too. If what I suspect is true, Bester has finally found the magic bullet, and after he shoots us with it, he's going to put another one right in the collective mundane brain. That,