Through The Darkness Falling 20/?
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 Martyr Complex
Neroon and I entered the chamber to the silent perusal of all the clan leaders who were watching us wearily. I sat down quietly, Neroon at my side, as Malinar stood up and began to speak to the assembled warriors.
"We received this message from the Craedem a little over an hour ago this morning. The leader sent it by an aide who is waiting in the connecting room to speak with us. After we view the message I will send Drakan in to speak to us."
Shamar got up from his seat near the door to place the crystal into the monitor before taking his customary place standing beside Neroon. The screen remained black for a few seconds before Salic's face occupied the screen, standing behind him was Macarle. I had to take a few deep breathes to get my concentration back, but then I merely concentrated on what Salic was saying, although Neroon's hand in mine did help me keep my focus.
"It seems that the Anla'shoc is more resourceful then I had given him credit for. Attacking others from behind and then grievously injuring them, quite an accomplishment." Salic sneered, glancing quickly at Macarle, who looked like his face had been pummeled.
His bone crest was broken and his head was discolored horribly. As I knew, that was the extent of Macarle's injuries, but Salic on the other hand seemed to be in considerable pain. He was holding himself stiffly, yet with dignity, and his palms were white where he held the arms of the high-backed chair he was sitting in. Last night after Macarle attacked me and I made my escape, I wasn't exactly in my right mind when I fought my way out of Grey Hills. Frankly the only thing going on in my head at the time was to get as far away from Macarle as fast as possible. It was only happenstance that I ran into Salic on my way out.
"This simply proves my point that he is dangerous. I went about remedying the situation incorrectly. I will correct this mistake myself. If the Satai and Alit have not stepped down I will see to it that they are forcibly removed using any means at my disposal. If the Clans stand with them then they are our enemies as well. This irreverence will not be tolerated any further. The old ways will be upheld. The Craedem will see to it. I suggest you choose your side carefully, for in the coming days, those that do not support us stand against us, and those that oppose the Craedem will be dealt with accordingly. Choose wisely."
After Salic finished his address the room stayed ominously silent as we all considered Salic's threatening warning. I didn't want to know what the others were thinking about what Salic had said, as I tried to come up with a logical solution so that a civil war could be averted. I was startled from my musing when Neroon slammed his fist on the marble tabletop in anger. Neroon had never looked so furious as long as I had seen him, but by the same measure, I had never seen him so calmly ruthless either. Where usually his temper was hot and short-lived like fire, his rage was cold and dark. Even when he was intent on killing Delenn he wasn't as ruthless, or as controlled. Truth be told he scared me greatly in his current mood. I have always been aware of Neroon's faults, hell I knew those before I realized his better attributes as well, but this fury went beyond what I knew of him.
"Who does Salic think he is talking to?" Snarled Neroon furiously. "He would talk about Marcus' behavior when he is flanked by that bastard. I am Satai! If he wants a war I will give him one he will not soon forget."
The others weren't sure how to react to Neroon's exclamations, but they did know that it would not be a sound idea to cross him in a black mood such as he was currently in. Malinar and Maiko looked upon Neroon cautiously and with great respect. Shamar watched Neroon with reverence, while the clan leaders were weary of following Neroon against some of the best warriors on Minbar.
"Neroon." I began, putting a calming hand on his lower back. He looked at me tenderly before he shook my hand off and stood towering above the Council.
"The time for talk is over." Neroon continued somberly. "We have tried to reach a compromise with the Craedem, but it was unsuccessful. They in turn kidnapped and harmed an Alit, my mate, when we only sought to allay their concerns. They show no remorse whatsoever, and now they threaten us. If they want a fight, I will oblige them. Now if you will excuse me I wish to speak to Drakan."
He strode out of the room while the rest of us stared. Once the door closed behind Neroon the room erupted into chaos. It soon became clear that while most thought Neroon's reaction was a bit hotheaded, they were prepared to follow him anyway. While they were busy 'discussing ' how to go about fighting the Craedem I pocketed the data crystal in my pocket and made my excuses, following Neroon out of the room.
From there it was only a matter of using my skills as a Ranger to pinpoint the origin of the message. As soon as I did so, I quickly changed clothing so that I was once again wearing my Anla'shoc uniform. In my cloak were hidden weapons including a dagger and a PPG, a borrowed pike from the armory was secured at my waist. In the heel of my calf-high boot was a flask of poison, and my wrist was adorned with metal cuffs. I clasped my black cloak to my shoulders and left the house using an infrequently used side entrance. From there I borrowed a Starfighter and headed east to surprise Salic and hopefully stop a war.
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 Martyr Complex
Neroon and I entered the chamber to the silent perusal of all the clan leaders who were watching us wearily. I sat down quietly, Neroon at my side, as Malinar stood up and began to speak to the assembled warriors.
"We received this message from the Craedem a little over an hour ago this morning. The leader sent it by an aide who is waiting in the connecting room to speak with us. After we view the message I will send Drakan in to speak to us."
Shamar got up from his seat near the door to place the crystal into the monitor before taking his customary place standing beside Neroon. The screen remained black for a few seconds before Salic's face occupied the screen, standing behind him was Macarle. I had to take a few deep breathes to get my concentration back, but then I merely concentrated on what Salic was saying, although Neroon's hand in mine did help me keep my focus.
"It seems that the Anla'shoc is more resourceful then I had given him credit for. Attacking others from behind and then grievously injuring them, quite an accomplishment." Salic sneered, glancing quickly at Macarle, who looked like his face had been pummeled.
His bone crest was broken and his head was discolored horribly. As I knew, that was the extent of Macarle's injuries, but Salic on the other hand seemed to be in considerable pain. He was holding himself stiffly, yet with dignity, and his palms were white where he held the arms of the high-backed chair he was sitting in. Last night after Macarle attacked me and I made my escape, I wasn't exactly in my right mind when I fought my way out of Grey Hills. Frankly the only thing going on in my head at the time was to get as far away from Macarle as fast as possible. It was only happenstance that I ran into Salic on my way out.
"This simply proves my point that he is dangerous. I went about remedying the situation incorrectly. I will correct this mistake myself. If the Satai and Alit have not stepped down I will see to it that they are forcibly removed using any means at my disposal. If the Clans stand with them then they are our enemies as well. This irreverence will not be tolerated any further. The old ways will be upheld. The Craedem will see to it. I suggest you choose your side carefully, for in the coming days, those that do not support us stand against us, and those that oppose the Craedem will be dealt with accordingly. Choose wisely."
After Salic finished his address the room stayed ominously silent as we all considered Salic's threatening warning. I didn't want to know what the others were thinking about what Salic had said, as I tried to come up with a logical solution so that a civil war could be averted. I was startled from my musing when Neroon slammed his fist on the marble tabletop in anger. Neroon had never looked so furious as long as I had seen him, but by the same measure, I had never seen him so calmly ruthless either. Where usually his temper was hot and short-lived like fire, his rage was cold and dark. Even when he was intent on killing Delenn he wasn't as ruthless, or as controlled. Truth be told he scared me greatly in his current mood. I have always been aware of Neroon's faults, hell I knew those before I realized his better attributes as well, but this fury went beyond what I knew of him.
"Who does Salic think he is talking to?" Snarled Neroon furiously. "He would talk about Marcus' behavior when he is flanked by that bastard. I am Satai! If he wants a war I will give him one he will not soon forget."
The others weren't sure how to react to Neroon's exclamations, but they did know that it would not be a sound idea to cross him in a black mood such as he was currently in. Malinar and Maiko looked upon Neroon cautiously and with great respect. Shamar watched Neroon with reverence, while the clan leaders were weary of following Neroon against some of the best warriors on Minbar.
"Neroon." I began, putting a calming hand on his lower back. He looked at me tenderly before he shook my hand off and stood towering above the Council.
"The time for talk is over." Neroon continued somberly. "We have tried to reach a compromise with the Craedem, but it was unsuccessful. They in turn kidnapped and harmed an Alit, my mate, when we only sought to allay their concerns. They show no remorse whatsoever, and now they threaten us. If they want a fight, I will oblige them. Now if you will excuse me I wish to speak to Drakan."
He strode out of the room while the rest of us stared. Once the door closed behind Neroon the room erupted into chaos. It soon became clear that while most thought Neroon's reaction was a bit hotheaded, they were prepared to follow him anyway. While they were busy 'discussing ' how to go about fighting the Craedem I pocketed the data crystal in my pocket and made my excuses, following Neroon out of the room.
From there it was only a matter of using my skills as a Ranger to pinpoint the origin of the message. As soon as I did so, I quickly changed clothing so that I was once again wearing my Anla'shoc uniform. In my cloak were hidden weapons including a dagger and a PPG, a borrowed pike from the armory was secured at my waist. In the heel of my calf-high boot was a flask of poison, and my wrist was adorned with metal cuffs. I clasped my black cloak to my shoulders and left the house using an infrequently used side entrance. From there I borrowed a Starfighter and headed east to surprise Salic and hopefully stop a war.