Through The Darkness Falling 25/?
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
Exiled
Neroon's strike stopped an inch from Macarle's head surprising the warriors watching the fight greatly. I watched in confusion as Neroon instead placed his denn'bok underneath Macarle's chin forcing his head up to stare at Neroon. Macarle was looking shaky, yet still defiantly into Neroon's frozen glare, while the rest of the Craedem and I were watching the proceedings in shock.
"Minbari do not kill Minbari." Neroon stated with resolve, glancing at my slack facial expression out of the corner of his eye before continuing. "I will not begin my reign as Satai with Minbari blood on my hands. As such I exile you from Minbar, never to return. Your name shall be erased from the Hall of Records and your clan will no longer recognize you. My men will escort you to a convoy leaving Minbari space, and if you ever return you will be killed on sight."
The Craedem shuffled their feet nervously not quite what to think of Neroon's decision. It was Salic who stepped forward to voice their collective beliefs.
"No one would challenge you if you were to end his life. The fight was honorable, and he agreed to the terms of Denn'Sha. There is no need for this action."
"There is every need." Neroon responded softly, looking Salic in the eye. "Whether you support me, his clan would undoubtedly object. There would be further reprisals from them and I will not jeopardize my position so soon. There is much to be done if I am to help heal Minbar, which I can not do if I am constantly looking over my shoulder."
"As you wish, Satai." Salic agreed bowing deeply to Neroon in a show of support.
"Maiko, Shamar." Neroon called out while still keeping an eye on the fallen Minbari. "Please see to it that Macarle is off this planet within the hour."
The guard and first officer of the Ingata merely inclined their heads in deference to Neroon before bodily dragging Macarle from the ground and out of the courtyard.
Once the excitement quieted slightly, Malinar made his way to where we were standing, although all three of us were a bit shaky.
"You do have a medical facility on grounds, do you not?" Malinar asked briskly, gesturing to one of the Craedem to help Salic walk as he put an arm around both Neroon and myself.
"Yes we do." Salic answered. "Brastr lead the way if you will."
A large Minbari broke rank and hastily lead the five warriors through the deserted hallways of the Craedem headquarters into the medical bay, where a small cheerful Minbari woman greeted them.
"Come in. What have you done to yourself this time, sir?" She asked to Salic disapprovingly before she noticed Neroon and I. She ordered us all to lie down, before she began to look us over.
"Actually it was the human over there that is responsible for my injuries, Mestai." Salic joked, as she continued to prod his injured head with a bit more force than was strictly necessary.
"Stubborn, arrogant men." The doctor mumbled under her breath. "They get themselves hurt needlessly and I am the one who gets to fix the damage."
Thankfully that damage wasn't extensive and we were released later that afternoon. Most of our injuries were already on the mend, and my broken ribs were whole if a bit weak. Neroon had a broken arm as well as a sprained shoulder. Mestai fixed the arm as best she could, leaving his body to mend completely with time and a few days of rest. Needless to say once, Neroon, Salic and I were released from medical we were all moving like three old women, slowly and painfully.
"Let's not do this again anytime soon." I groused, thoroughly annoyed with injuries already. I walked slowly down the hall, holding my left arm to my tender ribs. We entered the main hall where all of our men as well as the Craedem were gathered peacefully eating in our absence. It was the clan leaders who were keeping the hostilities down to a minimum, and as we entered the whole hall fell silent. Before long the Craedem had risen from their seats and were bowing to all of us. I was very uncomfortable with all the attention, and was grateful once we had sat down to eat. Gradually the noise-level rose back to normal and all three of us relaxed carefully in our chairs sipping a glass of juice. Neither of us trusted our bodies with alcohol at the moment. It was only after the feast wound down that Neroon mentioned a meeting with Salic for the next week.
"We still need to discuss the Craedem's role in the Minbari government, and your role in Warrior Caste matters exclusively." Neroon reminded Salic as the hall began to clear.
"Of course." Salic answered impassively. "I did give my word to the Anla'shoc that you would have our support, and so you shall."
"Very well. I will arrange a meeting in the Hall of Warriors in five days time." Neroon responded. "That will give us a few days to heal from our injuries at least."
"Speak for yourselves." I interrupted huffily. "Some of us don't have Minbari healing capabilities."
"As I recall Marcus, it was you who challenged Salic, not the other way around." Neroon reminded me. I ignored the smirk that was trying to make itself known on his face, instead glaring at Salic who laughed at me.
"Next time I'll let you two fight it out yourselves, shall I?" I grumbled good-naturedly. "Bloody ungrateful prats. Try to stop a war and this is the thanks I get."
I stood up jerkily and walked as steadily as I could out of the hall with as much dignity as I could muster. Their raucous laughter followed me out of the room.
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
Exiled
Neroon's strike stopped an inch from Macarle's head surprising the warriors watching the fight greatly. I watched in confusion as Neroon instead placed his denn'bok underneath Macarle's chin forcing his head up to stare at Neroon. Macarle was looking shaky, yet still defiantly into Neroon's frozen glare, while the rest of the Craedem and I were watching the proceedings in shock.
"Minbari do not kill Minbari." Neroon stated with resolve, glancing at my slack facial expression out of the corner of his eye before continuing. "I will not begin my reign as Satai with Minbari blood on my hands. As such I exile you from Minbar, never to return. Your name shall be erased from the Hall of Records and your clan will no longer recognize you. My men will escort you to a convoy leaving Minbari space, and if you ever return you will be killed on sight."
The Craedem shuffled their feet nervously not quite what to think of Neroon's decision. It was Salic who stepped forward to voice their collective beliefs.
"No one would challenge you if you were to end his life. The fight was honorable, and he agreed to the terms of Denn'Sha. There is no need for this action."
"There is every need." Neroon responded softly, looking Salic in the eye. "Whether you support me, his clan would undoubtedly object. There would be further reprisals from them and I will not jeopardize my position so soon. There is much to be done if I am to help heal Minbar, which I can not do if I am constantly looking over my shoulder."
"As you wish, Satai." Salic agreed bowing deeply to Neroon in a show of support.
"Maiko, Shamar." Neroon called out while still keeping an eye on the fallen Minbari. "Please see to it that Macarle is off this planet within the hour."
The guard and first officer of the Ingata merely inclined their heads in deference to Neroon before bodily dragging Macarle from the ground and out of the courtyard.
Once the excitement quieted slightly, Malinar made his way to where we were standing, although all three of us were a bit shaky.
"You do have a medical facility on grounds, do you not?" Malinar asked briskly, gesturing to one of the Craedem to help Salic walk as he put an arm around both Neroon and myself.
"Yes we do." Salic answered. "Brastr lead the way if you will."
A large Minbari broke rank and hastily lead the five warriors through the deserted hallways of the Craedem headquarters into the medical bay, where a small cheerful Minbari woman greeted them.
"Come in. What have you done to yourself this time, sir?" She asked to Salic disapprovingly before she noticed Neroon and I. She ordered us all to lie down, before she began to look us over.
"Actually it was the human over there that is responsible for my injuries, Mestai." Salic joked, as she continued to prod his injured head with a bit more force than was strictly necessary.
"Stubborn, arrogant men." The doctor mumbled under her breath. "They get themselves hurt needlessly and I am the one who gets to fix the damage."
Thankfully that damage wasn't extensive and we were released later that afternoon. Most of our injuries were already on the mend, and my broken ribs were whole if a bit weak. Neroon had a broken arm as well as a sprained shoulder. Mestai fixed the arm as best she could, leaving his body to mend completely with time and a few days of rest. Needless to say once, Neroon, Salic and I were released from medical we were all moving like three old women, slowly and painfully.
"Let's not do this again anytime soon." I groused, thoroughly annoyed with injuries already. I walked slowly down the hall, holding my left arm to my tender ribs. We entered the main hall where all of our men as well as the Craedem were gathered peacefully eating in our absence. It was the clan leaders who were keeping the hostilities down to a minimum, and as we entered the whole hall fell silent. Before long the Craedem had risen from their seats and were bowing to all of us. I was very uncomfortable with all the attention, and was grateful once we had sat down to eat. Gradually the noise-level rose back to normal and all three of us relaxed carefully in our chairs sipping a glass of juice. Neither of us trusted our bodies with alcohol at the moment. It was only after the feast wound down that Neroon mentioned a meeting with Salic for the next week.
"We still need to discuss the Craedem's role in the Minbari government, and your role in Warrior Caste matters exclusively." Neroon reminded Salic as the hall began to clear.
"Of course." Salic answered impassively. "I did give my word to the Anla'shoc that you would have our support, and so you shall."
"Very well. I will arrange a meeting in the Hall of Warriors in five days time." Neroon responded. "That will give us a few days to heal from our injuries at least."
"Speak for yourselves." I interrupted huffily. "Some of us don't have Minbari healing capabilities."
"As I recall Marcus, it was you who challenged Salic, not the other way around." Neroon reminded me. I ignored the smirk that was trying to make itself known on his face, instead glaring at Salic who laughed at me.
"Next time I'll let you two fight it out yourselves, shall I?" I grumbled good-naturedly. "Bloody ungrateful prats. Try to stop a war and this is the thanks I get."
I stood up jerkily and walked as steadily as I could out of the hall with as much dignity as I could muster. Their raucous laughter followed me out of the room.