A Dream Given Form: A Babylon 5 Self Insert

[DarkDestroyer]

Warner Brothers Discovery Owns Babylon 5. For Entertainment Purposes Only. Non Profit.

I thought I might as well start posting my B5 SI too while folks are enjoying the Star Trek one! This also is part of the GREATER "Adam'Verse" of Multiverse Self Insert stories.

Welcome Aboard Babylon 5. Remember Smoking is Permitted In Designated Areas! Also, no one listens to Zathras!

My head hurts as I regain consciousness. I feel metal as I place a hand on the floor. Metal? Not carpet. What is going on here? I try to lean myself up against the wall, and then quickly realize that I'm not---at home. I see the shuffling people in front of me as well as a myriad of voices. It is dark, not well lit at all. I start to look around and a sickening realization comes upon me.

"Oh shit."

I push myself up off the ground---deck---and look around. I immediately recognize where I am and panic threatens to overwhelm me immediately. I am on Babylon 5, but I'm in Brown Sector. Being on Babylon 5 itself is not entirely a full reason to experience dread and panic, however being in it's Brown Sector with no resources or a way to defend oneself is not a great turn of events. I'm in immediate danger. I force myself to calm down. I look down at myself. I'm wearing a HH gray shirt and blue Fila sweat pants, I have my regular shoes on too as well. My clothes should make me stand out here amongst the rabble. I need to get out of here and find security. I'm not just in Brown Sector. I'm in Down Below, where the poor, and criminal element on the station fill out it's population. I don't know when I am either, depending on the date, there's Dr. Franklin's Free Clinic I could go to. Security scarcely patrols down here, Garibaldi does so out of his own obligation, but the chances of running into him or any of his staff down here right now are slim to none. I keep my head down and try to focus. I need to find an elevator. I get to one, I should be home free. The trouble is finding one. Everything Down Below is mostly unfinished, so there is not a lot of signage or directional indication. I also happen to be in a part of it that doesn't seem to have been shown on the show. Just great. Fuck! It's like being in a maze if you have no idea where you're going, and most people down here, don't.

Normally, I'd ask someone for help, but talking to anyone here could get me shanked, shot, or some other diabolical reaction I can't afford to instigate. I continue to walk around several corridors. I don't recognize any of them. I have no idea where I am nor how long I've been here for. My foot throbs. My back is bad. I don't dare fall asleep here. Luckily I don't have anything of value to steal, I mean my wallet and it's contents are probably unique here now, but not worth anything to anyone except to me. I do my breathing exercises as I make my way through this maze of humanity. I finally think I see an elevator, and head towards it excited when suddenly I hear.

"Hey you!"
I ignore whoever is speaking and continue making a beeway towards the elevator doors.

"Hey! We're talking to you!"

I've no wish to respond to you! I reach the elevator and press the button to call it. I feel a hand on my left shoulder spin me around. I'm cornered by some thugs.

"Hey, you deaf? We were calling you."

"I don't want any trouble. I'm just trying to---"

"We don't any any trouble either. We just want your wallet."

I inwardly sigh.

"Okay. Look, I don't have any money. I'll show you---"

One of the thugs then suddenly punches me in the stomach and I reel from the blow. It's been a while since I've been hit at all.

"You'll hand over your wallet or we'll do worse than that..."

"Fuck you." I spit not a wise move as I get punched in the face and blood spurts out, and I collapse on the ground. I can't fight back. I'm too weak...just as they're about to kick me in the stomach I hear a familiar voice.

"Step away from him, before I make you." as I hear a familiar sound effect twine as well

"Shit! It's the Chief!" they exclaim and run off and I hear boot's on the deck approach me. I feel strong arms help me up.

"You okay?" he asks and I look back at Michael Garibaldi

"I am now...thanks to you. I need to see Dr. Franklin."

"I should think so after that beating. Come on."

I put my arm around Garibaldi's shoulders as he helps me. I am on Babylon 5 for some reason, and just been saved by Security Chief Michael Garibaldi after being nearly beat down by some Lurkers in Down Below! What the hell is going on? Ohhhhh..