In the Beginning 5/?
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.
Liaison
A month later I docked on Babylon 5 decked out in full warrior caste regalia as I walked purposefully off the Ingata followed by my guard. I am sure we caused quite the stir as we walked towards security, when the man on duty saw us he looked again quickly as if he did not believe his eyes before he began talking rather hurriedly into his handheld unit.
I waited patiently, for I had not notified either the Station or Delenn of my imminent arrival, nor it's importance. After I arrived home I immediately confronted Shakiri about his plan to snuff out Delenn. Now whereas I do not like the woman, I do respect her to some extent, she is one of us after all. Shakiri was furious when I returned to Minbar with Delenn still alive and proceeded to rave madly about purity and tradition before he threatened my family if I did not follow through on his plan.
It was at that precise moment that I realized how foolhardy I was following such a madman. At one time I believed our goals were the same and carried out for the good of the Warrior Caste. It took seeing his madness when he was thwarted for me to fully realize the folly of that supposition.
It was only hours later that I challenged him publicly for his right to lead the caste, with the blessing of the other clan leaders. I realized what a coward he was when he tried to dispute my claim by calling my mercy towards the human Anla'shok cowardice instead.
The fight was very one-sided and I soon forced Shakiri to step down. Once that was done I called for a meeting with all of the clan elders of my Caste to discuss the events on Babylon 5 as well as what action to take about the Shadows, now that Delenn was most assuredly going to involve the Anla'shok in her crusade.
With the dissolving of the Grey Council, the warrior caste once again went back to the leadership of the days of old when the elders of each clan gathered and shared leadership of the Caste. I was offered sole leadership, but declined, as at that time I believed I could do more good for my people off world than on it. I still remained the Star rider's representative at the meetings however.
Before we could make any further decision about the Shadows I knew that we needed more concrete information, so it was decided that a liaison be posted on Babylon 5 to gather information, and make sure Delenn was capable of carrying out the responsibilities of Entil'zha. If she was indeed competent then we would further discuss our support against the Shadows, as it should have been already.
Since it was my idea I immediately told them that I would do it, seeing I was already acquainted with both Delenn and Babylon 5. The elders quickly agreed, for even though I declined leadership they followed my suggestions without question. I promised to keep them up to date as much as possible and a week later was on my way to Babylon 5 accompanied by a full crew aboard the Ingata.
I was drawn back from my musing with the arrival of Mister Garibaldi along with Starkiller, the station's commander, who looked anything but overjoyed at my unexpected arrival.
"What can we do for you, Neroon?" Sheridan asked coolly with Garibaldi at his side looking annoyed. I glared at the both of them menacingly for a moment before deigning to answer him.
"I have come at the request of the Warrior Caste. I need to speak to Delenn, you two and the Anla'shok at your leisure, as well as any other senior official that you see fit to invite. It is of some importance." I added imperiously. "Until such time I require quarters for myself and my crew."
I immediately decided not to mention that we would be staying indefinitely until the conflict was over or I succeeded in wooing Marcus, whichever came first. Garibaldi continued to glare at me and when I mentioned Marcus he seemed hard pressed not to reach for his PPG. Starkiller on the other hand just resented my presence aboard his station. This distinction became clear when Mister Garibaldi stepped into my personal space and all but growled in my face.
"Haven't you done enough damage to Marcus already?" Garibaldi snarled angrily, for although Marcus annoyed the Security Chief at times, he both liked and respected the Anla'shok greatly. "What could you possibly have to discuss with him now?"
I silently glared at him, a look that had intimidated warriors from all species before, so imagine my surprise when Garibaldi merely looked back at me imperiously, matching me glare for glare. Perhaps I have been a bit premature in my dealings with this one in the past. I promised myself to correct that while I was staying here.
"As I said, you are invited, so you shall see then." This reassurance was not enough to dissuade him however as he remained glaring at me.
"Yes you shall." Garibaldi agreed, "If I even see you looking in Cole's direction the wrong way I promise you that you will deeply regret it."
"Mister Garibaldi." Sheridan barked. "That is quite enough, now why don't you escort them to the ambassadorial deck and get them settled in."
Garibaldi rolled his eyes slightly before he turned toward his superior officer and nodded slightly.
"You heard the man, come on follow me. I haven't got all day, I have a station to watch." Garibaldi suddenly dropped his dangerous posture and became the grumpy man I was well acquainted with from my previous visits. We followed him silently ignoring the stared we received from the other station inhabitants as we walked. It was only after I entered my new quarters and the door closed behind me that I relaxed and sat heavily on a nearby chair.
"Just what have I gotten myself in to?" I asked exasperatedly before I began unpacking, my belongings. One thing was for sure, this trip promised to be interesting if nothing else.
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.
Liaison
A month later I docked on Babylon 5 decked out in full warrior caste regalia as I walked purposefully off the Ingata followed by my guard. I am sure we caused quite the stir as we walked towards security, when the man on duty saw us he looked again quickly as if he did not believe his eyes before he began talking rather hurriedly into his handheld unit.
I waited patiently, for I had not notified either the Station or Delenn of my imminent arrival, nor it's importance. After I arrived home I immediately confronted Shakiri about his plan to snuff out Delenn. Now whereas I do not like the woman, I do respect her to some extent, she is one of us after all. Shakiri was furious when I returned to Minbar with Delenn still alive and proceeded to rave madly about purity and tradition before he threatened my family if I did not follow through on his plan.
It was at that precise moment that I realized how foolhardy I was following such a madman. At one time I believed our goals were the same and carried out for the good of the Warrior Caste. It took seeing his madness when he was thwarted for me to fully realize the folly of that supposition.
It was only hours later that I challenged him publicly for his right to lead the caste, with the blessing of the other clan leaders. I realized what a coward he was when he tried to dispute my claim by calling my mercy towards the human Anla'shok cowardice instead.
The fight was very one-sided and I soon forced Shakiri to step down. Once that was done I called for a meeting with all of the clan elders of my Caste to discuss the events on Babylon 5 as well as what action to take about the Shadows, now that Delenn was most assuredly going to involve the Anla'shok in her crusade.
With the dissolving of the Grey Council, the warrior caste once again went back to the leadership of the days of old when the elders of each clan gathered and shared leadership of the Caste. I was offered sole leadership, but declined, as at that time I believed I could do more good for my people off world than on it. I still remained the Star rider's representative at the meetings however.
Before we could make any further decision about the Shadows I knew that we needed more concrete information, so it was decided that a liaison be posted on Babylon 5 to gather information, and make sure Delenn was capable of carrying out the responsibilities of Entil'zha. If she was indeed competent then we would further discuss our support against the Shadows, as it should have been already.
Since it was my idea I immediately told them that I would do it, seeing I was already acquainted with both Delenn and Babylon 5. The elders quickly agreed, for even though I declined leadership they followed my suggestions without question. I promised to keep them up to date as much as possible and a week later was on my way to Babylon 5 accompanied by a full crew aboard the Ingata.
I was drawn back from my musing with the arrival of Mister Garibaldi along with Starkiller, the station's commander, who looked anything but overjoyed at my unexpected arrival.
"What can we do for you, Neroon?" Sheridan asked coolly with Garibaldi at his side looking annoyed. I glared at the both of them menacingly for a moment before deigning to answer him.
"I have come at the request of the Warrior Caste. I need to speak to Delenn, you two and the Anla'shok at your leisure, as well as any other senior official that you see fit to invite. It is of some importance." I added imperiously. "Until such time I require quarters for myself and my crew."
I immediately decided not to mention that we would be staying indefinitely until the conflict was over or I succeeded in wooing Marcus, whichever came first. Garibaldi continued to glare at me and when I mentioned Marcus he seemed hard pressed not to reach for his PPG. Starkiller on the other hand just resented my presence aboard his station. This distinction became clear when Mister Garibaldi stepped into my personal space and all but growled in my face.
"Haven't you done enough damage to Marcus already?" Garibaldi snarled angrily, for although Marcus annoyed the Security Chief at times, he both liked and respected the Anla'shok greatly. "What could you possibly have to discuss with him now?"
I silently glared at him, a look that had intimidated warriors from all species before, so imagine my surprise when Garibaldi merely looked back at me imperiously, matching me glare for glare. Perhaps I have been a bit premature in my dealings with this one in the past. I promised myself to correct that while I was staying here.
"As I said, you are invited, so you shall see then." This reassurance was not enough to dissuade him however as he remained glaring at me.
"Yes you shall." Garibaldi agreed, "If I even see you looking in Cole's direction the wrong way I promise you that you will deeply regret it."
"Mister Garibaldi." Sheridan barked. "That is quite enough, now why don't you escort them to the ambassadorial deck and get them settled in."
Garibaldi rolled his eyes slightly before he turned toward his superior officer and nodded slightly.
"You heard the man, come on follow me. I haven't got all day, I have a station to watch." Garibaldi suddenly dropped his dangerous posture and became the grumpy man I was well acquainted with from my previous visits. We followed him silently ignoring the stared we received from the other station inhabitants as we walked. It was only after I entered my new quarters and the door closed behind me that I relaxed and sat heavily on a nearby chair.
"Just what have I gotten myself in to?" I asked exasperatedly before I began unpacking, my belongings. One thing was for sure, this trip promised to be interesting if nothing else.