It had been some time since G’Kar had last enjoyed the opportunity for a good, old-fashioned fight, where there were no doubts and no moral ambiguities. He and his new friend with the sword, whoever he might be, were the good guys, and their opponents were the bad guys; it was that simple, and it proved most satisfying.

Everything else in G’Kar’s life was so complicated, trying to do what was best for his people without crossing the line and landing himself in trouble with security, and most especially with Mister Garibaldi, who was not a man to be crossed. One misstep, and Garibaldi could have made things very difficult for G’Kar instead of offering some unofficial assistance via an acquaintance of his, and G’Kar was being careful not to draw the wrong kind of attention.

But getting something back that had been stolen from a defenceless old woman… That wasn’t complicated at all. The thump as the bad guys hit the deck… That was something G’Kar wouldn’t soon forget. The fighting had made him feel more alive than he had in… well, far too long, even if the heavy drinking afterwards was perhaps a trifle unwise.

Well, he’d worry about that later. For the moment, good had triumphed, and G’Kar was enjoying the companionship of this human, Arthur, a man of wisdom, courage, nobility, and a wealth of fascinating ideas and stories to tell. He would have made an excellent Narn.

Altogether, it had been a most enjoyable interlude.


The End