The Galaxy's Third Age began in fire. Out of the downfall of the ancient gods of order and chaos rose the Interstellar Alliance, the greatest confederation of life history had ever seen, led by the ancient people of Minbar and the brash young humans of Earth.
[Images: the Battle of Corianna VI; the departure of the Vorlons, Shadows and First Ones; the President and First Lady of the ISA, John Sheridan and Delenn of Mir.]
But peace does not come without price. The Centauri Republic languishes in isolation, devastated by war, and the Narn Regime fights to rebuild its glory and power.
[Images: the devastated Centauri Prime capitol; the Narn and Drazi fleet on the march.]
The politics of a score of races clash throughout the galaxy, even while Earth and Minbar battle the taints of darkness lurking in their hearts.
[Images: a riot in the Zocalo; a Minbari warrior looks up out of a shadowed cloak with a grim glare.]
Now more than ever, we need a place where life and love, peace and understanding are revered, where the strange is the everyday, and the old gods of war give way to the new god of wisdom.
[Images: Dr. Hobbs at an alien's bedside; the Minbari ambassador Sherann laughing at a Rebo & Zooty video; Narn and Minbari bowing to an image of G'Kar.]
That place is here. A space station at a crossroads of the galaxy; a universe of races, beliefs and dreams, suspended in the stars; a place once known as the last, best hope for peace.
[Image: a full velocity pass across the north pole of Epsilon 3, revealing Babylon 5 beyond. Then zoom in quickly . . . to reveal . . .]