Babylon 5 Overrun
"They're coming through, repeat, they're coming through! This is Earth Alliance Station Babylon 5! They're all of the place! They're killing us! Can anyone hear me? They're killing us!" Susan Ivanova, Lt. Commander Babylon 5.
Commander Jeffrey Sinclair was looking at his long-time friend Michael Garibaldi. The people around him were rushing to the escape vehicles. Garibaldi was manic. All he could think about at that moment was that his friend was going to die.
But he had a duty. His people needed support. He needed to get to the bays to help get the people away. They didn't have much time. Garibaldi had rigged the fusion reactor to blow.
Suddenly, between the men with Garibaldi and the nightmare looking creatures that were coming for him, a bright light appeared.
Harry Potter, Lone Traveler, looked wide eyed at the Shadows coming straight toward his position. His appearance did, however, cause them to pause. This gave him enough time to do something he never really had to do whenever he arrived in a new world: Pull his wand and begin attacking.
Knowing the nature of the Shadows, the very first thing he did was cast the Patronus Charm.
The large stag ran right toward the mass of dark beings – and the first one it hit screamed in pain.
The entire tableau of paused in that one more in complete shock. The entire group of human fighters looked in numb shock at the sight of these creatures which had seemed to be almost invulnerable in pain. The other dark creatures behind that first Shadow had not heard one of their own is such pain in a very long time.
Michael Garibaldi felt sudden hope in the midst of despair. He heard the man mutter in an English accept. "Aphreal don't fail me now." And then he loudly pointed the stick he was pointing at the aliens and called out, "Expecto Patronum!"
Out of the man's stick came, instead of another large silver creature of white light, a very small creature – recognizable to any human as a house cat of all things – made of a deep golden light. .
The small creature ran in the same direction as the large stag. As though it were truly an alive creature it started yowling in vicious cries and scratching at the creatures that were attacking.
Garibaldi was shocked to see wounds appear on the creatures that the cat scratched.
The man looked around at who was behind him and say Michael staring in shock. "Garibaldi! Do you have access to a station-wide PA system from here?" Garibaldi looked in shock at the man and the man said, "Garibaldi! Snap out of it! Do you have a station wide PA system?"
Garibaldi finally answered, "Yes!"
"Get ready to broadcast – and I mean EVERYWHERE and on every frequency you have access to! You got me?"
Michael Garibaldi said, "It will take a minute to configure that!"
"DO IT!"
Michael had already seen that the man who appeared was on his side and so, as a matter of trust, he did what was requested. It took forty-five seconds, and it only worked because he was Security Chief and knew the command codes. He finished and yelled back, "GO!"
"As soon as I start, I need you to start attacking! Do you got that?"
Garibaldi got it. "GO!"
Harry Potter, Lone Traveler, released the Patronus spells he had send down the hall and concentrated for just a moment. Luckily, he had just spent quite a significant time as a phoenix and the change was now so practiced it was instantaneous.
Those watching were astonished when the man that had appeared transformed into a large bird. It started hovering and it caught on fire. And then, it started to sing.
Those listening were transformed in that instant. All of the fear, all of the terror, all of the soul-encompassing despair that those within the station had been feeling fled in a slit-moment.
Throughout the station, the defenders started to feel hope.
And first Garibaldi, but then others, started attacking the invading force with all they had. The song had somehow hampered the invaders and they no longer seemed invincible.
And because the Shadow vessels had all been listening in on the radio in order to more efficiently take over the station, the Shadow vessels were suddenly struck with interference more powerful than any single telepath. The beings that were placed as Central Processing Units started becoming mentally separate from the machines around them.
As a result, they were no longer invulnerable.
Susan Ivanova on the bridge of the station, looked around. Most of her people were dead. But not all. "Corwin! Can you get the defense grid back online?"
Lieutenant Corwin swallowed heavily and replied, "I can try!"
Susan said, "Whatever you do, DON'T INTERFERE WITH THE BROADCAST!"
Corwin nodded. He had guessed that already.
It took a few minutes but finally Corwin called out, "It's back online!"
Susan went to the command console and said, "Okay! Let's start seeing what we can do!"
And the powerful defense grid, put on by an Earthforce who wanted to show their power to any who would visit the station, began barking at the ships that had appeared in the station's space.
And, lo and behold, the capital ships in the area started falling to the defensive fire. The remaining star furies, freed from the soul-defeating screams in their heads, terribly depleted because they had already been attacked and many were serving as escort for the fleeing sentients, started attacking the ships as well.
Some of the Shawows had hit upon closing their comms but now they were out of touch with their fellows and they were still trying to come back from the influence of whatever that sound was that interfered with them. And so they started losing.
Even if the fighting had somehow been equalized, the defenders were still tired and they still fought a powerful enemy.
And where there was finally a lull in the fighting, the bird who had been strengthening the defenders with its song stopped and turned back into the man who had appeared before the surging horde.
He turned to Michael Garibaldi and Jeffrey Sinclair whom he had been staying near and said, "You have to hold it. I will be right back. I am going for reinforcements."
Garibaldi replied, "Do it fast. There's still too many of them for us to win."
The man nodded and disappeared in a ball of blue light.
Harry Potter, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards and Slayers was sitting in his home in Sunnydale California. He was eating dinner with his wife of the last year, Buffy Summers-Potter, Queen of the Slayers.
Suddenly, a familiar light appeared in their dining room. Before them was the other version of Harry, the one called Marek Ilumian, whom they had seen promoted into Godhood.
He looked at the two and said, "I desperately need some help."
Harry sighed in resignation. It seemed that there was more work to do.