Through The Darkness Falling 13/?
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
Unexpected
I woke up with a pounding headache expecting to wake up either in chains or otherwise detained, but I was not. Instead as I cautiously lifted my aching head I looked around at my surroundings. They were similar to our quarters on Minbar.
These rooms obviously belonged to a quite powerful person, leaving me confused at my accommodations. I assumed it was the Craedem who attacked me at my door, but if so why would they keep me in rooms of this caliber. From Salic's hostile response to my presence at Neroon's side I assumed that they would have no qualms about eliminating me altogether, so why they would care for me in such a manner was unknown.
I moved slowly from my place on the huge four-poster bed, in deference to my head injury, and began cataloging my surroundings. The walls were hung with rich tapestries and hangings, giving the room a welcome feel to it.
As I was looking around the walls I noticed that one of the larger tapestries hid a window behind it. I moved the heavy tapestry to the side and hastily opened the blocked window. Once I did so I found that I had a view of the courtyard, although it was too far below me for an escape to be possible.
The area that I could in fact see didn't resemble anywhere that I knew of, although I was still sure I was on Minbar. Feeling slightly discouraged, I continued to peruse the room, looking for possible weapons or escape routes. It seems that my captors were well prepared however because all of the heavy object in the room were held immobile and the only exit from the room besides the window was the locked door. [If only I had my cloak.]
In my Warrior Caste attire, and before that my Ranger cloak, I had equipped myself with various weaponry and machinery to let me travel areas where others would be barred access. This included a standard lock-picking device as well as a PPG and my pike.
Thinking of my fighting staff I quickly began to look around for it near the bed. I didn't want to think of what my captors would have done with it. My mentor and teacher Durhann had given it to me upon my completion of Anla'shoc training; I have always felt defenseless without it's comforting weight at my hip. I was just about to explore the connecting bathroom when the door to my 'gilded prison' opened without warning.
I was waiting for the proper moment to attack, but decided to see my opponent fully before rushing in foolishly. It is a good thing I waited and did not attack immediately because I caught sight of three other guards standing outside my door as the Minbari walked in.
"I can not talk long. But I did want to welcome you to the Grey Hills." Salic began graciously, gesturing expansively to the room. "I hope you will be comfortable for the time being."
I merely snorted in response, on edge waiting for an attack, although I probably looked insolent instead of wary.
"Some how I doubt that." I sneered disdainfully. "Now, what precisely am I doing here?"
"Ah, well the Craedem were not prepared to kill you at the present time, but we figured that it was better to have you as leverage for our discussion with the Satai."
"Disgraceful, cowardly prats." I hissed, glaring at the dignified Minbari warrior.
"I do not expect you to understand our motives," Salic began softly, dangerously. "But I will expect the proper respect to be paid of my station."
"Like you're showing the proper respect for an Alit?" I snarled furiously. The Minbari looked as impassive as always.
"You are in our best quarters during your stay here. I will insist that all due respect be paid to your station." Salic answered stiffly. "In return I would appreciate it if you would do the same."
"Very well." I answered coldly, but in a semi polite manner. "What will you do once Neroon repudiates you and your people? Kill me?"
"If that were to happen I would fight you as honor dictates, since you are now the Satai's Champion." Salic responded.
"Huh?" I couldn't help but wonder aloud. "Neroon doesn't need a Champion."
"That may be the case, but our tradition dictates that the mate of a Satai may be called upon to champion their Satai's honor by the opposed. That is the reason you were taken."
"Well, bully for me." I mumbled under my breath. "And if I fight you and am defeated?"
"Quite simply you will be dead, and Neroon would be forced to step down as Satai." Salic answered bluntly.
"And I assume you would be named Satai?" I asked harshly.
"Of course not." Salic answered, sounding vaguely insulted. "The successor of the Star Rider's clan would then become Satai."
"Hmm. How blood thirsty." I commented. "But that is assuming you will not come to some kind of compromise with Neroon and that you could beat me."
"I am not overly concerned."
"You should be." I assured him in a deadly tone of voice. If I had to protect my mate by defeating a master warrior than that is what I would do. "Now if you'll excuse me I am a bit tired."
I watched impassively as Salic left the room without a backward glance. Only after I was alone did I let myself worry about what would happen in the future. Slowly the pain in my head returned and I decided to lie down and rest. As I fell into an uneasy sleep my last thought was of Neroon. I was remembering the previous night and wishing he were by my side once again.
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
Unexpected
I woke up with a pounding headache expecting to wake up either in chains or otherwise detained, but I was not. Instead as I cautiously lifted my aching head I looked around at my surroundings. They were similar to our quarters on Minbar.
These rooms obviously belonged to a quite powerful person, leaving me confused at my accommodations. I assumed it was the Craedem who attacked me at my door, but if so why would they keep me in rooms of this caliber. From Salic's hostile response to my presence at Neroon's side I assumed that they would have no qualms about eliminating me altogether, so why they would care for me in such a manner was unknown.
I moved slowly from my place on the huge four-poster bed, in deference to my head injury, and began cataloging my surroundings. The walls were hung with rich tapestries and hangings, giving the room a welcome feel to it.
As I was looking around the walls I noticed that one of the larger tapestries hid a window behind it. I moved the heavy tapestry to the side and hastily opened the blocked window. Once I did so I found that I had a view of the courtyard, although it was too far below me for an escape to be possible.
The area that I could in fact see didn't resemble anywhere that I knew of, although I was still sure I was on Minbar. Feeling slightly discouraged, I continued to peruse the room, looking for possible weapons or escape routes. It seems that my captors were well prepared however because all of the heavy object in the room were held immobile and the only exit from the room besides the window was the locked door. [If only I had my cloak.]
In my Warrior Caste attire, and before that my Ranger cloak, I had equipped myself with various weaponry and machinery to let me travel areas where others would be barred access. This included a standard lock-picking device as well as a PPG and my pike.
Thinking of my fighting staff I quickly began to look around for it near the bed. I didn't want to think of what my captors would have done with it. My mentor and teacher Durhann had given it to me upon my completion of Anla'shoc training; I have always felt defenseless without it's comforting weight at my hip. I was just about to explore the connecting bathroom when the door to my 'gilded prison' opened without warning.
I was waiting for the proper moment to attack, but decided to see my opponent fully before rushing in foolishly. It is a good thing I waited and did not attack immediately because I caught sight of three other guards standing outside my door as the Minbari walked in.
"I can not talk long. But I did want to welcome you to the Grey Hills." Salic began graciously, gesturing expansively to the room. "I hope you will be comfortable for the time being."
I merely snorted in response, on edge waiting for an attack, although I probably looked insolent instead of wary.
"Some how I doubt that." I sneered disdainfully. "Now, what precisely am I doing here?"
"Ah, well the Craedem were not prepared to kill you at the present time, but we figured that it was better to have you as leverage for our discussion with the Satai."
"Disgraceful, cowardly prats." I hissed, glaring at the dignified Minbari warrior.
"I do not expect you to understand our motives," Salic began softly, dangerously. "But I will expect the proper respect to be paid of my station."
"Like you're showing the proper respect for an Alit?" I snarled furiously. The Minbari looked as impassive as always.
"You are in our best quarters during your stay here. I will insist that all due respect be paid to your station." Salic answered stiffly. "In return I would appreciate it if you would do the same."
"Very well." I answered coldly, but in a semi polite manner. "What will you do once Neroon repudiates you and your people? Kill me?"
"If that were to happen I would fight you as honor dictates, since you are now the Satai's Champion." Salic responded.
"Huh?" I couldn't help but wonder aloud. "Neroon doesn't need a Champion."
"That may be the case, but our tradition dictates that the mate of a Satai may be called upon to champion their Satai's honor by the opposed. That is the reason you were taken."
"Well, bully for me." I mumbled under my breath. "And if I fight you and am defeated?"
"Quite simply you will be dead, and Neroon would be forced to step down as Satai." Salic answered bluntly.
"And I assume you would be named Satai?" I asked harshly.
"Of course not." Salic answered, sounding vaguely insulted. "The successor of the Star Rider's clan would then become Satai."
"Hmm. How blood thirsty." I commented. "But that is assuming you will not come to some kind of compromise with Neroon and that you could beat me."
"I am not overly concerned."
"You should be." I assured him in a deadly tone of voice. If I had to protect my mate by defeating a master warrior than that is what I would do. "Now if you'll excuse me I am a bit tired."
I watched impassively as Salic left the room without a backward glance. Only after I was alone did I let myself worry about what would happen in the future. Slowly the pain in my head returned and I decided to lie down and rest. As I fell into an uneasy sleep my last thought was of Neroon. I was remembering the previous night and wishing he were by my side once again.