Shadows and Light 8/?
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
Sleep Interrupted
After dinner ended I made my way out of the hall watching how the Anla'shoc interacted with the Minbari. From what I could tell, this mission was a powder keg just waiting to explode. Delenn obviously thought it would be better if the fighting was not done on Minbar, where it would most-likely start a war. Here we were isolated and Neroon and I could hopefully keep them under control, until they would control themselves.
Already I was sore and tired, an inauspicious start to the first day of training. I was angry with myself for showing any weakness in front of Neroon, but unfortunately I wasn't completely healed from my injuries attained during the Denn'sha. I would have to suck it up however because I had six more weeks of this fun-filled hell to get through before I could return to Babylon 5.
"Peedran, Stand Down now!" I ordered, quickening my step. He was arguing with and Anla'shoc in front of the barracks, but it looked like it could easily escalate into a physical confrontation. I forced my way through the gathered crowd, pushing men left and right in my haste. "Are we going to continue to have problems communicating?"
"No sir!" Peedran answered, backing away from the haggard-looking Human to stand at attention.
"Good." I acknowledged, barely keeping a sigh from escaping. "Now what happened?"
Before Peedran could answer my question, the Anla'shoc spoke first. I merely raised an eyebrow in question, not caring who answered so long as I got an explanation. After the long day I had I was in no mood for foolishness.
"This bastard was bragging about the Earth-Minbari War, Marcus." The blonde haired warrior sneered disdainfully. Before he could continue however, I walked him backwards until he was standing against the wall staring at me in surprise.
"First of all, there will be no name-calling of any kind in this compound. You will respect your fellow warriors and they will respect you. Is that clear?" I asked softly.
"Y-Yes."
"Very well." I acknowledged. "Now what is your name?"
"Brian Kendrick."
"Well, Mister Kendrick, you seem to be under the mistaken impression that I am your friend. Do I look like your friend?"
"No." Kendrick stuttered, squirming uncomfortably.
"No what?" I asked harshly.
"No, you don't look like my friend, Sir."
"Very good. I am not your pal, I am your Commanding Officer, and as such you will treat me with respect. You will address me as Sir or Anla'shoc Cole, is that understood?" I asked harshly, looking around at all the gathered warriors.
"Yes sir." They all acknowledged, snapping to attention. I stepped away from Kendrick and turned toward Peedran once again.
"Were you bragging about the war?" I asked sharply.
"I wasn't bragging, Sir." Peedran answered assuredly looking me in the eye. "I was simply comparing fighting tactics and I mentioned that it was no wonder we decimated you because you were too quick to act without thinking."
"Perhaps, but in the future you may not want to antagonize your cohabiters over the next six weeks." I suggested. "But if you feel so strongly about Minbari's superior strategic minds then perhaps a war games scenario would be an accurate assessment of skills."
"An excellent idea, Marcus." Neroon agreed from the shadows where he had been standing observing the confrontation. "Hopefully afterwards we can begin to put our differences aside and work together."
"Precisely."
"You should get some rest tonight. We will expect you to report to the training yard first thing tomorrow morning." I told them. "Spread the word."
I walked toward my rooms, exhausted both mentally and physically, so I was surprised to notice Neroon following instep on my side.
"How long were you there for?" I asked in between a yawn.
"A few minutes." Neroon acknowledged. "You had the situation well in hand so I felt no need to interfere."
"How gracious of you." I sneered sarcastically as I reached the door to my quarters. "I'll see you tomorrow, Neroon."
As I was about to enter my quarters, Neroon put a restraining hand on my shoulder. He was rubbing the back of my knotted neck with his thumb, trying to relieve the built-up tension gathered there. I stood stock-still for a moment before I relaxed in his soothing grip. To soon as far as I was concerned, Neroon let me go and took a hasty step away.
"Sleep well, Marcus." Neroon whispered softly before he entered his rooms, closing the door behind him.
"You too, Neroon." I answered looking at the closed door in confusion. "You too."
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
Sleep Interrupted
After dinner ended I made my way out of the hall watching how the Anla'shoc interacted with the Minbari. From what I could tell, this mission was a powder keg just waiting to explode. Delenn obviously thought it would be better if the fighting was not done on Minbar, where it would most-likely start a war. Here we were isolated and Neroon and I could hopefully keep them under control, until they would control themselves.
Already I was sore and tired, an inauspicious start to the first day of training. I was angry with myself for showing any weakness in front of Neroon, but unfortunately I wasn't completely healed from my injuries attained during the Denn'sha. I would have to suck it up however because I had six more weeks of this fun-filled hell to get through before I could return to Babylon 5.
"Peedran, Stand Down now!" I ordered, quickening my step. He was arguing with and Anla'shoc in front of the barracks, but it looked like it could easily escalate into a physical confrontation. I forced my way through the gathered crowd, pushing men left and right in my haste. "Are we going to continue to have problems communicating?"
"No sir!" Peedran answered, backing away from the haggard-looking Human to stand at attention.
"Good." I acknowledged, barely keeping a sigh from escaping. "Now what happened?"
Before Peedran could answer my question, the Anla'shoc spoke first. I merely raised an eyebrow in question, not caring who answered so long as I got an explanation. After the long day I had I was in no mood for foolishness.
"This bastard was bragging about the Earth-Minbari War, Marcus." The blonde haired warrior sneered disdainfully. Before he could continue however, I walked him backwards until he was standing against the wall staring at me in surprise.
"First of all, there will be no name-calling of any kind in this compound. You will respect your fellow warriors and they will respect you. Is that clear?" I asked softly.
"Y-Yes."
"Very well." I acknowledged. "Now what is your name?"
"Brian Kendrick."
"Well, Mister Kendrick, you seem to be under the mistaken impression that I am your friend. Do I look like your friend?"
"No." Kendrick stuttered, squirming uncomfortably.
"No what?" I asked harshly.
"No, you don't look like my friend, Sir."
"Very good. I am not your pal, I am your Commanding Officer, and as such you will treat me with respect. You will address me as Sir or Anla'shoc Cole, is that understood?" I asked harshly, looking around at all the gathered warriors.
"Yes sir." They all acknowledged, snapping to attention. I stepped away from Kendrick and turned toward Peedran once again.
"Were you bragging about the war?" I asked sharply.
"I wasn't bragging, Sir." Peedran answered assuredly looking me in the eye. "I was simply comparing fighting tactics and I mentioned that it was no wonder we decimated you because you were too quick to act without thinking."
"Perhaps, but in the future you may not want to antagonize your cohabiters over the next six weeks." I suggested. "But if you feel so strongly about Minbari's superior strategic minds then perhaps a war games scenario would be an accurate assessment of skills."
"An excellent idea, Marcus." Neroon agreed from the shadows where he had been standing observing the confrontation. "Hopefully afterwards we can begin to put our differences aside and work together."
"Precisely."
"You should get some rest tonight. We will expect you to report to the training yard first thing tomorrow morning." I told them. "Spread the word."
I walked toward my rooms, exhausted both mentally and physically, so I was surprised to notice Neroon following instep on my side.
"How long were you there for?" I asked in between a yawn.
"A few minutes." Neroon acknowledged. "You had the situation well in hand so I felt no need to interfere."
"How gracious of you." I sneered sarcastically as I reached the door to my quarters. "I'll see you tomorrow, Neroon."
As I was about to enter my quarters, Neroon put a restraining hand on my shoulder. He was rubbing the back of my knotted neck with his thumb, trying to relieve the built-up tension gathered there. I stood stock-still for a moment before I relaxed in his soothing grip. To soon as far as I was concerned, Neroon let me go and took a hasty step away.
"Sleep well, Marcus." Neroon whispered softly before he entered his rooms, closing the door behind him.
"You too, Neroon." I answered looking at the closed door in confusion. "You too."