Shadows and Light 3/?
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.
Not related to either Journey of Love or Through the Darkness Falling
[…] Denotes thoughts
And So It Begins…
"For those of you who are unfamiliar with either myself or the Ranger, I am Alit Neroon of the Star Rider Clan and to my left is Anla'shoc Marcus Cole. We have been put in charge of a training exercise comprised of all of you for the next six weeks. The objective of this exercise is to get all of you to work together. We will not stand for any insubordination. If by the end of six weeks, no progress has been made we will stay here indefinitely until it is." Neroon explained authoritatively, impassively gazing over the assembled men. Neroon gave an almost imperceptible nod in my direction, which I returned, and then he stepped back.
"We will begin at sunup tomorrow morning. For the next six weeks you will sleep together, eat together, train together, and fight together. Both the Rangers and the Warrior Caste will be expected to obey our orders without question." There was a bit of discontented grumbling but I simply talked over them, until they began to quiet.
"During this mission you will be undergoing lessons in hand to hand combat, wilderness survival, denn'bok technique, human martial arts, as well as spiritual history and team building exercises. The warriors in this courtyard will be your comrades-in-arms for the next month and a half. I suggest you accustom yourselves to that fact now rather than later."
Neroon once again stepped up so he was standing at attention by my side. The men in the courtyard were all unhappy with this latest turn of events. We continued to watch their reactions carefully, both of us looking for possibly troublemakers. We probably looked like two humorless emotionless statues for all of the animation we brought to the area considering the men were still watching us cautiously.
"Dismissed." Neroon called out with military precision. The courtyard was cleared efficiently as the two groups dispersed leaving Neroon and I alone in the courtyard.
"Well that went well." I commented sarcastically after a few seconds of stifling silence. "Just what the bloody hell was Delenn thinking of?"
"I don't profess to understand how her devious mind works." Neroon sneered disdainfully.
"Didn't we already discuss this? Remember that 'revelation' a while back?" I asked flippantly.
"Just because I realized that I couldn't kill Delenn, doesn't mean I think she is the right person to lead our people." Growled Neroon. "I killed neither of you when I easily could have killed both, that is as far as my revelation goes. I will not dishonor myself in my attempt to protect Minbar."
"Delenn is doing her best to protect Minbar as well. If you would just talk to her."
"We have each said all that needs to be said to each other. She was the reason for the instability of our government in the first place. Since the people seem to have made their decision I will simply have to abide by it." Neroon explained.
"Look, I won't pretend to understand your feelings about this, but I promise you that Delenn is only doing what she thinks is best for Minbar." I explained hoping he would believe me.
"We shall see if she is correct." Neroon answered in a soft voice as he started walking away from the conversation and me. "Let us hope that the Rangers and the Clans can indeed find a compromise, for all our sakes."
"We will." I assured him moving to walk by his side on the way back to my quarters.
"You sound sure." Neroon commented incredulously.
"I am. After all, we haven't come to a single blow yet." I reminded him. "If we can do it then so can they."
"Perhaps, but the day is still fairly young." Neroon answered smartly.
"If I had wanted to hit you I have had cause already." I told him matter-of-factly.
"Indeed." Neroon commented questioningly raising an eyebrow in surprise.
"Yes, although I do believe your arrogant responses are not intentional."
"Well then I am gratified at you restraint." [Who knew Neroon could be sarcastic?]
"You should be." I mumbled under my breathe as I came to the building my rooms were in. Imagine my surprise when Neroon simply moved to open the door next to mine. "What are you doing?
"Settling in." Neroon responded haughtily. "If that is alright with you."
"Ah… Sure." I managed to stutter. "I was simply surprised."
"Of course. Now if you will excuse me I would like to get a full night sleep. Tomorrow shall be quite a challenge."
Before I could adequately answer I was staring at the closed door to Neroon's quarters. I entered my own on the opposite side closing the door with a jarring force.
"Bloody prat!" I snarled pacing the living room distractedly. "How am I supposed to survive six weeks working with him?"
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.
Not related to either Journey of Love or Through the Darkness Falling
[…] Denotes thoughts
And So It Begins…
"For those of you who are unfamiliar with either myself or the Ranger, I am Alit Neroon of the Star Rider Clan and to my left is Anla'shoc Marcus Cole. We have been put in charge of a training exercise comprised of all of you for the next six weeks. The objective of this exercise is to get all of you to work together. We will not stand for any insubordination. If by the end of six weeks, no progress has been made we will stay here indefinitely until it is." Neroon explained authoritatively, impassively gazing over the assembled men. Neroon gave an almost imperceptible nod in my direction, which I returned, and then he stepped back.
"We will begin at sunup tomorrow morning. For the next six weeks you will sleep together, eat together, train together, and fight together. Both the Rangers and the Warrior Caste will be expected to obey our orders without question." There was a bit of discontented grumbling but I simply talked over them, until they began to quiet.
"During this mission you will be undergoing lessons in hand to hand combat, wilderness survival, denn'bok technique, human martial arts, as well as spiritual history and team building exercises. The warriors in this courtyard will be your comrades-in-arms for the next month and a half. I suggest you accustom yourselves to that fact now rather than later."
Neroon once again stepped up so he was standing at attention by my side. The men in the courtyard were all unhappy with this latest turn of events. We continued to watch their reactions carefully, both of us looking for possibly troublemakers. We probably looked like two humorless emotionless statues for all of the animation we brought to the area considering the men were still watching us cautiously.
"Dismissed." Neroon called out with military precision. The courtyard was cleared efficiently as the two groups dispersed leaving Neroon and I alone in the courtyard.
"Well that went well." I commented sarcastically after a few seconds of stifling silence. "Just what the bloody hell was Delenn thinking of?"
"I don't profess to understand how her devious mind works." Neroon sneered disdainfully.
"Didn't we already discuss this? Remember that 'revelation' a while back?" I asked flippantly.
"Just because I realized that I couldn't kill Delenn, doesn't mean I think she is the right person to lead our people." Growled Neroon. "I killed neither of you when I easily could have killed both, that is as far as my revelation goes. I will not dishonor myself in my attempt to protect Minbar."
"Delenn is doing her best to protect Minbar as well. If you would just talk to her."
"We have each said all that needs to be said to each other. She was the reason for the instability of our government in the first place. Since the people seem to have made their decision I will simply have to abide by it." Neroon explained.
"Look, I won't pretend to understand your feelings about this, but I promise you that Delenn is only doing what she thinks is best for Minbar." I explained hoping he would believe me.
"We shall see if she is correct." Neroon answered in a soft voice as he started walking away from the conversation and me. "Let us hope that the Rangers and the Clans can indeed find a compromise, for all our sakes."
"We will." I assured him moving to walk by his side on the way back to my quarters.
"You sound sure." Neroon commented incredulously.
"I am. After all, we haven't come to a single blow yet." I reminded him. "If we can do it then so can they."
"Perhaps, but the day is still fairly young." Neroon answered smartly.
"If I had wanted to hit you I have had cause already." I told him matter-of-factly.
"Indeed." Neroon commented questioningly raising an eyebrow in surprise.
"Yes, although I do believe your arrogant responses are not intentional."
"Well then I am gratified at you restraint." [Who knew Neroon could be sarcastic?]
"You should be." I mumbled under my breathe as I came to the building my rooms were in. Imagine my surprise when Neroon simply moved to open the door next to mine. "What are you doing?
"Settling in." Neroon responded haughtily. "If that is alright with you."
"Ah… Sure." I managed to stutter. "I was simply surprised."
"Of course. Now if you will excuse me I would like to get a full night sleep. Tomorrow shall be quite a challenge."
Before I could adequately answer I was staring at the closed door to Neroon's quarters. I entered my own on the opposite side closing the door with a jarring force.
"Bloody prat!" I snarled pacing the living room distractedly. "How am I supposed to survive six weeks working with him?"