Through The Darkness Falling 15/?
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
Route to Freedom
As I hesitantly walked in the shadows in the hallway, making my way to the exit, I was solely focused on escaping using any means necessary. During Ranger training we learned a great many things that we would never put into practice. I was drawing on these teachings now to keep me moving. I had taken out three guards so far, completely mercilessly. While they still lived I made sure that there would be no way for them to sound the alarm. I was taking no chances with my freedom.
There was only one guard left between myself and freedom, and I was fully prepared to do what needed to be done to escape. Now, normally I don't particularly care for fighting and do my best to avoid it if at all possible. I train daily and spar occasionally, usually with Neroon, but very rarely do I fight all out, without any reservations. The last time I did so truly was in down below, and then again when I fought Shakiri. I was in a similar mindset this night as I traversed the shadows in silence.
Unfortunately for me I happened to come upon Salic during my travels right before I got to the last guard near the door. I didn't give him any warning at all as I knocked him unconscious with one devastating blow to the back of the head. I checked his pulse carefully before stepping over him and into the light, not wanting to kill anyone I didn't have to.
As soon as I stepped into the light and turned the next corridor the young minbari standing guard saw me and moved to attack. This warrior was much better trained that the previous ones and I had difficulty dispatching him.
By the time I finally managed to slam my fist into his face I was physically as well as mentally exhausted and shaking considerably. I moved through sheer determination, and even then I stumbled before I could catch myself. Dragging myself to a standing position I adeptly entered the security code unlocking the main door and stepped out into the night.
From there I silently made my way across the grounds unseen and managed to escape into the night using a stolen hover car. Once I was a safe distance from the Craedem base I got a hold of Shamar at on the Star Rider, which was stationed in orbit above Ar'dah'tre.
"Marcus!" Shamar gasped in shock. "Where have you been? Are you alright?'
"I'm fine." I answered successfully fighting down a shudder in remembrance of my ordeal earlier that night. "I need a transport to meet me at these coordinates."
I entered my current position in the console, as I got further away from that nightmare.
"What has happened?" Shamar asked in concern.
"Do you have my coordinates?" I practically growled at him in annoyance. [Couldn't he tell I couldn't talk about it right now? Damn it! Keep it together until I get home. Come on, Cole.]
"Yes, of course." Shamar answered softly, somewhat taken aback by my attitude. "The Ingata will rendezvous with you half way back."
"Good." I sighed in relief, locking my trembling hands around the flight controls. "Is Neroon back yet?"
"Yes he got back earlier tonight. I am afraid that any compromise is unlikely." Shamar explained. "When we could not find you we called Neroon back to the capital. As you know we can't have both leaders of the Caste missing or out of reach at the same time."
"I'm touched by your concern, really." I responded sarcastically.
"Marcus, everyone has been deeply concerned for you." Shamar assured me sincerely. "Neroon was nearly ready to attack the Craedem on the off-chance that they had you."
"He should have." I snorted shakily. "That was where I was."
"What?" Shamar hissed in shock. "They would dare to kidnap and Alit?"
"This shocks you after they attacked a student from behind?" I asked curiously.
"This is a deep violation of our very laws, Marcus. To attack the Satai's mate, an Alit of the Star Rider Clan is of the highest offense to our people. The Star Rider's will want retribution. This could cause a civil war." Shamar explained animatedly.
"Just a few days ago the clan could barely stand me, now they would go to war over how I was treated?" I asked bemused with the whole situation.
"They acted dishonorably." Shamar barked angrily.
"Calm down. We will all discuss this when we I arrive back home." I told the furious Minbari, although I was warmed somewhat by his outrage on my behalf.
"Very well. Do you want to contact the Satai or should I?" Shamar asked once he got his emotions under control.
"If you would contact him." I told Shamar not willing to trust myself to not collapse totally if I saw my beloved's face. It would have to wait until I saw him in person, and perhaps not even then. "I need to concentrate on piloting this archaic deathtrap."
Shamar looked a little worried by my refusal to talk to Neroon but dropped the subject reluctantly.
"Very well, I will see you then."
"Fine. Bye." I answered abruptly, and then cut off the commlink. I took a few deep breaths to try to calm my nerves, and eventually I regained my calm and continued flying toward my rendezvous with the Ingata.
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
Route to Freedom
As I hesitantly walked in the shadows in the hallway, making my way to the exit, I was solely focused on escaping using any means necessary. During Ranger training we learned a great many things that we would never put into practice. I was drawing on these teachings now to keep me moving. I had taken out three guards so far, completely mercilessly. While they still lived I made sure that there would be no way for them to sound the alarm. I was taking no chances with my freedom.
There was only one guard left between myself and freedom, and I was fully prepared to do what needed to be done to escape. Now, normally I don't particularly care for fighting and do my best to avoid it if at all possible. I train daily and spar occasionally, usually with Neroon, but very rarely do I fight all out, without any reservations. The last time I did so truly was in down below, and then again when I fought Shakiri. I was in a similar mindset this night as I traversed the shadows in silence.
Unfortunately for me I happened to come upon Salic during my travels right before I got to the last guard near the door. I didn't give him any warning at all as I knocked him unconscious with one devastating blow to the back of the head. I checked his pulse carefully before stepping over him and into the light, not wanting to kill anyone I didn't have to.
As soon as I stepped into the light and turned the next corridor the young minbari standing guard saw me and moved to attack. This warrior was much better trained that the previous ones and I had difficulty dispatching him.
By the time I finally managed to slam my fist into his face I was physically as well as mentally exhausted and shaking considerably. I moved through sheer determination, and even then I stumbled before I could catch myself. Dragging myself to a standing position I adeptly entered the security code unlocking the main door and stepped out into the night.
From there I silently made my way across the grounds unseen and managed to escape into the night using a stolen hover car. Once I was a safe distance from the Craedem base I got a hold of Shamar at on the Star Rider, which was stationed in orbit above Ar'dah'tre.
"Marcus!" Shamar gasped in shock. "Where have you been? Are you alright?'
"I'm fine." I answered successfully fighting down a shudder in remembrance of my ordeal earlier that night. "I need a transport to meet me at these coordinates."
I entered my current position in the console, as I got further away from that nightmare.
"What has happened?" Shamar asked in concern.
"Do you have my coordinates?" I practically growled at him in annoyance. [Couldn't he tell I couldn't talk about it right now? Damn it! Keep it together until I get home. Come on, Cole.]
"Yes, of course." Shamar answered softly, somewhat taken aback by my attitude. "The Ingata will rendezvous with you half way back."
"Good." I sighed in relief, locking my trembling hands around the flight controls. "Is Neroon back yet?"
"Yes he got back earlier tonight. I am afraid that any compromise is unlikely." Shamar explained. "When we could not find you we called Neroon back to the capital. As you know we can't have both leaders of the Caste missing or out of reach at the same time."
"I'm touched by your concern, really." I responded sarcastically.
"Marcus, everyone has been deeply concerned for you." Shamar assured me sincerely. "Neroon was nearly ready to attack the Craedem on the off-chance that they had you."
"He should have." I snorted shakily. "That was where I was."
"What?" Shamar hissed in shock. "They would dare to kidnap and Alit?"
"This shocks you after they attacked a student from behind?" I asked curiously.
"This is a deep violation of our very laws, Marcus. To attack the Satai's mate, an Alit of the Star Rider Clan is of the highest offense to our people. The Star Rider's will want retribution. This could cause a civil war." Shamar explained animatedly.
"Just a few days ago the clan could barely stand me, now they would go to war over how I was treated?" I asked bemused with the whole situation.
"They acted dishonorably." Shamar barked angrily.
"Calm down. We will all discuss this when we I arrive back home." I told the furious Minbari, although I was warmed somewhat by his outrage on my behalf.
"Very well. Do you want to contact the Satai or should I?" Shamar asked once he got his emotions under control.
"If you would contact him." I told Shamar not willing to trust myself to not collapse totally if I saw my beloved's face. It would have to wait until I saw him in person, and perhaps not even then. "I need to concentrate on piloting this archaic deathtrap."
Shamar looked a little worried by my refusal to talk to Neroon but dropped the subject reluctantly.
"Very well, I will see you then."
"Fine. Bye." I answered abruptly, and then cut off the commlink. I took a few deep breaths to try to calm my nerves, and eventually I regained my calm and continued flying toward my rendezvous with the Ingata.