In the Beginning 2/?
Disclaimer: I neither own nor created the character of Marcus, Neroon, Babylon 5, etc… No infringement is intended.
Rating: PG-13 (possibly R in later chapters) for m/m situations and violence. SLASH. If this offends you read no further. Thank you kindly.
Dinner and a Late Night Trek
Eating that night with both Sech Durval and Master Durhan was an entertaining affair. I had forgotten the enjoyment I got from their company. Sech Durval was the quintessential old wise man; at over three hundred earth years old he was an elder even by Minbari standards. He spoke his mind and insisted that at his age he should be able to do away with societal foolishness. This is why he would often anger many of the other Minbari with his outspoken and painfully blunt speech.
Master Durhan on the other hand was always a stern tactician, a formidable warrior with a hidden sense of humor that would avail itself at the least opportune times. It amused me greatly to see these two unique men interact and converse with each other. This night was no different, even though I was the topic of conversation for much of the evening.
"What have you been doing that you got hurt as you did?" Durval asked casually, hands crossed on top of the table.
"Renegade Narns." I cursed, thoroughly annoyed with the whole situation and the Narn in particular.
"The Narn caused you such grievous injuries?" Master Durhan asked incredulously.
"It was pure luck." I insisted.
"How so?"
"They managed to get a final shot off right before we disabled their ships. The ensuing explosion caused a console to explode." I explained to them. "Vatir healed the burns that he could, the more serious burns are still tender. Vatir has given me a salve to cool the burns each night."
"Are you able to apply the salve well enough with your injuries?" Durval asked worriedly. "If you need assistance, I will assign a healer to you each night."
The only reason I did not growl or snap at him for suggesting that I couldn't take care of myself was the great respect I still held for him, but it was a very near thing indeed.
"I have used it since the incident." I assured him stubbornly. "I am sure I will have no further troubles."
"Very well, although I expect you to take it easy for a few days so that you may heal properly." Durval continued to lecture me.
"Yes Mother." I answered sarcastically, rolling my eyes at the elder's mother-hen tendencies, surprising a snort from Durhan.
"Neroon." Durval chastised me until I relented.
"I will not physically exert myself while I am at the training facility." I promised abruptly hoping to change the subject from my health to matters of more importance.
"That includes the denn'bok." Durhan reminded me, knowing as he did that I always practice three hours daily.
"We will see." I murmured, neither giving assent nor disagreeing. "Now tell me about the Anla'shoc prospects?"
From there we discussed the training techniques still in use today from when I studied under Master Durhan. They mentioned the dark-haired trainee with pride, whom I was interested in earlier that day. It seemed that my two friends greatly respected the human, although they did express concerns about his reason for entering the Rangers in the first place.
I listened carefully, letting none of my fascination show as they continued on to other topics, namely the political divide beginning to separate the Religious and Warrior Caste. I shared their concerns, but where they were willing to give Delenn the benefit of the doubt, I had no such notion. It was only a matter of time before I got frustrated with their seemingly illogical stance on Delenn and retired to my room for the night.
After two hours of meditation to calm my disquiet I found that I was bored to distraction. During the best of times I do not have patience for my own weaknesses, especially if I am idle needlessly. Having decided that I felt well enough for a light kata, I silently moved toward the training mats after night fell, hoping not to run into any others on my way. Imagine my surprise when after an uneventful walk to the workout facility, upon entering I saw Master Durhan sparring with the human Anla'shoc from that afternoon. I quickly backed up so that my body was hidden in shadows, not wanting to disturb the skillful display of call attention to myself. Instead I stayed and watched the intricate dance that followed in awe.
Disclaimer: I neither own nor created the character of Marcus, Neroon, Babylon 5, etc… No infringement is intended.
Rating: PG-13 (possibly R in later chapters) for m/m situations and violence. SLASH. If this offends you read no further. Thank you kindly.
Dinner and a Late Night Trek
Eating that night with both Sech Durval and Master Durhan was an entertaining affair. I had forgotten the enjoyment I got from their company. Sech Durval was the quintessential old wise man; at over three hundred earth years old he was an elder even by Minbari standards. He spoke his mind and insisted that at his age he should be able to do away with societal foolishness. This is why he would often anger many of the other Minbari with his outspoken and painfully blunt speech.
Master Durhan on the other hand was always a stern tactician, a formidable warrior with a hidden sense of humor that would avail itself at the least opportune times. It amused me greatly to see these two unique men interact and converse with each other. This night was no different, even though I was the topic of conversation for much of the evening.
"What have you been doing that you got hurt as you did?" Durval asked casually, hands crossed on top of the table.
"Renegade Narns." I cursed, thoroughly annoyed with the whole situation and the Narn in particular.
"The Narn caused you such grievous injuries?" Master Durhan asked incredulously.
"It was pure luck." I insisted.
"How so?"
"They managed to get a final shot off right before we disabled their ships. The ensuing explosion caused a console to explode." I explained to them. "Vatir healed the burns that he could, the more serious burns are still tender. Vatir has given me a salve to cool the burns each night."
"Are you able to apply the salve well enough with your injuries?" Durval asked worriedly. "If you need assistance, I will assign a healer to you each night."
The only reason I did not growl or snap at him for suggesting that I couldn't take care of myself was the great respect I still held for him, but it was a very near thing indeed.
"I have used it since the incident." I assured him stubbornly. "I am sure I will have no further troubles."
"Very well, although I expect you to take it easy for a few days so that you may heal properly." Durval continued to lecture me.
"Yes Mother." I answered sarcastically, rolling my eyes at the elder's mother-hen tendencies, surprising a snort from Durhan.
"Neroon." Durval chastised me until I relented.
"I will not physically exert myself while I am at the training facility." I promised abruptly hoping to change the subject from my health to matters of more importance.
"That includes the denn'bok." Durhan reminded me, knowing as he did that I always practice three hours daily.
"We will see." I murmured, neither giving assent nor disagreeing. "Now tell me about the Anla'shoc prospects?"
From there we discussed the training techniques still in use today from when I studied under Master Durhan. They mentioned the dark-haired trainee with pride, whom I was interested in earlier that day. It seemed that my two friends greatly respected the human, although they did express concerns about his reason for entering the Rangers in the first place.
I listened carefully, letting none of my fascination show as they continued on to other topics, namely the political divide beginning to separate the Religious and Warrior Caste. I shared their concerns, but where they were willing to give Delenn the benefit of the doubt, I had no such notion. It was only a matter of time before I got frustrated with their seemingly illogical stance on Delenn and retired to my room for the night.
After two hours of meditation to calm my disquiet I found that I was bored to distraction. During the best of times I do not have patience for my own weaknesses, especially if I am idle needlessly. Having decided that I felt well enough for a light kata, I silently moved toward the training mats after night fell, hoping not to run into any others on my way. Imagine my surprise when after an uneventful walk to the workout facility, upon entering I saw Master Durhan sparring with the human Anla'shoc from that afternoon. I quickly backed up so that my body was hidden in shadows, not wanting to disturb the skillful display of call attention to myself. Instead I stayed and watched the intricate dance that followed in awe.