Through The Darkness Falling 10/?
Sequel to: Journey of Love
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Marcus and Neroon, or anyone else from
Babylon 5.
Authors notes: Rated PG-13 Contains slash: two males in a romantic/sexual (although not explicit) relationship. If this offends you please turn back now.
[…] Denotes thoughts
A Return To Everyday Life
The next three weeks Neroon and I got into a pattern of sorts. We would eat breakfast together in our quarters, giving Neroon a chance to cook, while we discussed the meetings and issues to be dealt with that day. Many days found the both of us enclosed with Minbari heads of state ironing out disputes. Although many still disapproved of me most were discreet enough not to turn heads while they were in my presence. The one time Neroon heard an aide speaking badly of me he was severely reprimanded in front of everyone in the Hall of Warriors. From then on Neroon made it perfectly clear that he would not tolerate such disrespect to his mate, let alone an Alit.
A few of the more weary clans refuse to acknowledge me while speaking to Neroon, but I managed to convince him to leave it alone for the time being. Quite a feat considering that he wanted to confront them about it at once. Over the past three weeks I've gotten a sense of who merely tolerates me due to Neroon's stature and who actually would like to do me bodily harm. Over all less then I would have guessed would like to eliminate me. A good day's work if I say so myself.
Since I refuse to be a mere figurehead in human-minbari relations I didn't want to let some discontents change my attitude. Neroon doesn't share my lack of concern, but he's a worrywart at times, so I try not to let it bother me.
The day that marked our third week on Minbar we were torn from the monotony when an aide entered hurriedly through the chamber doors during a weekly meeting with the many clan leaders.
"I am sorry for the interruption, but there is a situation that needs your immediate attention." Brakar exclaimed, looking harried as he led Neroon and I, followed by those in attendance from the room.
"What seems to be the problem?" Neroon wanted to know.
"An Anla'shoc has been attacked by a member of the Craedem." Brakar answered somberly. The others seemed to be deeply concerned about this, but not knowing whom the Craedem were I had no idea of the severity of the attack.
"The Craedem?" Neroon asked in shock, looking vaguely ill.
"Yes, Satai."
"May Valen help us all." Kobar murmured under his breath from behind us.
"Who exactly are the Craedem?" I asked hesitantly, annoyed at showing my ignorance in front of others.
"Only the most skilled warriors on all of Minbar." Malinar answered from his place on Neroon's side as we all strode toward the work out area where the attack took place. "They are traditionalists, deeply honorable, but see it as their right to dictate adherence to Minbari tradition."
"It was too quiet anyway." I mumbled sarcastically. "How do we know it was the Craedem?"
"There." Neroon said pointing to the far wall of the training room we just entered. On the wall was a tapestry depicting Valen and his disciples from all three castes, the sun shining down directly on Valen's head.
"Okay… What does that tell us?"
"That is the symbol for the Craedem. It is a recreation of Valen's creating of the Grey Council."
A Minbari healer was overseeing the young Anla'shoc who was attacked while security looked around at the scene. Neroon walked toward the young man just as they got finished setting his arm.
"What can you tell me about those who attacked you?" Neroon questioned quietly, standing over the ranger protectively.
"Sir!" The rookie exclaimed in surprise at being addressed by the Satai in person. When the young man made a move to rise, Neroon put a restraining hand on his shoulder to keep him seated. "A Minbari dressed all in black attacked me while I was involved in my kata. He was very skilled with the denn'bok and I was quickly over taken."
"There is no shame in losing to a skilled opponent." Neroon reassured the boy.
"Just before he knocked me unconscious he mentioned something about restoring the purity of Minbar."
"Very well, thank you…"
"Drakus, sir. Drakus Minor."
"Thank you, Drakus." Neroon said reassuringly. "Now go to the infirmary with the healer and get some rest. We'll get to the bottom of this, I promise you."
A soon as the boy left along with the medical staff, Neroon turned to his advisors and clan leaders.
"I want to arrange a meeting with the leader of the Craedem as soon as possible."
"How will we possibly manage to do that?" The Wind Sword's clan leader exclaimed in shock.
"I don't care how you go about it, just get it done." Neroon growled. "I want this stopped before the attacks escalate further and someone gets seriously hurt."
Sequel to: Journey of Love
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Marcus and Neroon, or anyone else from
Babylon 5.
Authors notes: Rated PG-13 Contains slash: two males in a romantic/sexual (although not explicit) relationship. If this offends you please turn back now.
[…] Denotes thoughts
A Return To Everyday Life
The next three weeks Neroon and I got into a pattern of sorts. We would eat breakfast together in our quarters, giving Neroon a chance to cook, while we discussed the meetings and issues to be dealt with that day. Many days found the both of us enclosed with Minbari heads of state ironing out disputes. Although many still disapproved of me most were discreet enough not to turn heads while they were in my presence. The one time Neroon heard an aide speaking badly of me he was severely reprimanded in front of everyone in the Hall of Warriors. From then on Neroon made it perfectly clear that he would not tolerate such disrespect to his mate, let alone an Alit.
A few of the more weary clans refuse to acknowledge me while speaking to Neroon, but I managed to convince him to leave it alone for the time being. Quite a feat considering that he wanted to confront them about it at once. Over the past three weeks I've gotten a sense of who merely tolerates me due to Neroon's stature and who actually would like to do me bodily harm. Over all less then I would have guessed would like to eliminate me. A good day's work if I say so myself.
Since I refuse to be a mere figurehead in human-minbari relations I didn't want to let some discontents change my attitude. Neroon doesn't share my lack of concern, but he's a worrywart at times, so I try not to let it bother me.
The day that marked our third week on Minbar we were torn from the monotony when an aide entered hurriedly through the chamber doors during a weekly meeting with the many clan leaders.
"I am sorry for the interruption, but there is a situation that needs your immediate attention." Brakar exclaimed, looking harried as he led Neroon and I, followed by those in attendance from the room.
"What seems to be the problem?" Neroon wanted to know.
"An Anla'shoc has been attacked by a member of the Craedem." Brakar answered somberly. The others seemed to be deeply concerned about this, but not knowing whom the Craedem were I had no idea of the severity of the attack.
"The Craedem?" Neroon asked in shock, looking vaguely ill.
"Yes, Satai."
"May Valen help us all." Kobar murmured under his breath from behind us.
"Who exactly are the Craedem?" I asked hesitantly, annoyed at showing my ignorance in front of others.
"Only the most skilled warriors on all of Minbar." Malinar answered from his place on Neroon's side as we all strode toward the work out area where the attack took place. "They are traditionalists, deeply honorable, but see it as their right to dictate adherence to Minbari tradition."
"It was too quiet anyway." I mumbled sarcastically. "How do we know it was the Craedem?"
"There." Neroon said pointing to the far wall of the training room we just entered. On the wall was a tapestry depicting Valen and his disciples from all three castes, the sun shining down directly on Valen's head.
"Okay… What does that tell us?"
"That is the symbol for the Craedem. It is a recreation of Valen's creating of the Grey Council."
A Minbari healer was overseeing the young Anla'shoc who was attacked while security looked around at the scene. Neroon walked toward the young man just as they got finished setting his arm.
"What can you tell me about those who attacked you?" Neroon questioned quietly, standing over the ranger protectively.
"Sir!" The rookie exclaimed in surprise at being addressed by the Satai in person. When the young man made a move to rise, Neroon put a restraining hand on his shoulder to keep him seated. "A Minbari dressed all in black attacked me while I was involved in my kata. He was very skilled with the denn'bok and I was quickly over taken."
"There is no shame in losing to a skilled opponent." Neroon reassured the boy.
"Just before he knocked me unconscious he mentioned something about restoring the purity of Minbar."
"Very well, thank you…"
"Drakus, sir. Drakus Minor."
"Thank you, Drakus." Neroon said reassuringly. "Now go to the infirmary with the healer and get some rest. We'll get to the bottom of this, I promise you."
A soon as the boy left along with the medical staff, Neroon turned to his advisors and clan leaders.
"I want to arrange a meeting with the leader of the Craedem as soon as possible."
"How will we possibly manage to do that?" The Wind Sword's clan leader exclaimed in shock.
"I don't care how you go about it, just get it done." Neroon growled. "I want this stopped before the attacks escalate further and someone gets seriously hurt."