In the Beginning 7/?
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.
No Hair-Pulling at Diplomatic Functions
I followed Marcus and Mister Garibaldi into the conference room, sitting intentionally next to Marcus as they sat down to await the others since we arrived a few minutes earlier than expected. I ignored the glare Garibaldi sent in my direction and turned my attention to Marcus who was speaking animatedly to Michael about some information he came by using alternate channels.
It seems that a few enterprising Narn have been using Babylon 5 as a way station for their drug shipments. Somehow Marcus came upon this information from a source of his and was sharing it with the security chief, who looked even more displeased if possible.
Before the discussion could get further underway, Sheridan, Commander Ivanova, Doctor Franklin, Delenn and Lennier entered the room. None looked particularly happy by the intrusion, but most merely looked curious, while Sheridan and surprisingly Lennier were looking at me in contempt. I stared back impassively as they took their seats quickly deferring to the Captain who sat opposite me.
"Well, Neroon we are here. What did you wish to discuss so urgently?" Sheridan all but sneered.
"We have reconvened the Council of Clans since last we spoke. Since the dissolution of the Grey Council, the Warrior Caste has been without leadership. The events last month have convinced the caste of the need for concrete leadership."
"Who is that leader, you?" Stephen asked coldly, still remembering how terrible Marcus looked, and how close to death he was when he entered the Medical Bay after the Denn'sha. I couldn't blame him for the blatant hostility, although outsiders often misunderstand Minbari custom.
"No, although I was offered the position." I explained monotonously, not giving the humans that satisfaction of seeing me lose my temper. "The council is made up of the foremost warriors of each caste. They share combined leadership of the Caste. I am a member of the ruling council, but not the sole leader, although my word does carry weight amongst my brethren. That is in fact why I am on this station."
"Do tell." Garibaldi ordered humorlessly, watching me intensely.
"Very well. We decided to observe the realities of your so-called resistance to the Shadows. Since you are content to use the Anla'shoc for your own devices, using Minbari to fight your war without consent of the Warrior Caste, we have decided to observe if your actions are merited. If they seem to be then we are prepared to fight with your alliance. You have many honorable warriors who support you, it is only right if there is just cause that the Warrior Caste stand with our people and defend them."
"What changed your mind?" Delenn asked quietly. "You were dead set against this course last month."
"That is none of your concern." I answered shortly, glaring at the arrogant woman. "I will expect to be included in any recognizance missions and strategic meetings that occur, so that I may better report to those at home."
"You expect us to trust your discretion and honor after you tried to kill Marcus and were fully prepared to attack Delenn to stop her from seizing control over the Anla'shoc." Lennier asked incredulously.
"I must agree with Lennier." Sheridan commented. "Do we strike you as particularly stupid or naive?"
Before I could answer that question honestly, Delenn quieted Sheridan with a quiet word and a supportive squeeze of his arm.
"Very well, you shall be our liaison to the Warrior Caste. We need all the support we can get if we are to have any chance against the Shadows." Delenn reluctantly agreed, not too thrilled that our support was conditional at least partially on her ability to lead the Anla'shoc. "I will have Lennier escort you through the intelligence reports and explain the specifics about our ally capabilities."
"Good. The quicker I become apprised of the situation the better." I agreed standing up from the table abruptly. "Let us get started then."
Without waiting for a response I waited for Lennier to rise reluctantly and lead me from the room. As soon as we entered the hall I heard the others start talking angrily over each other. I couldn't help but smirk at the discord I had caused, and I was only just beginning.
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.
No Hair-Pulling at Diplomatic Functions
I followed Marcus and Mister Garibaldi into the conference room, sitting intentionally next to Marcus as they sat down to await the others since we arrived a few minutes earlier than expected. I ignored the glare Garibaldi sent in my direction and turned my attention to Marcus who was speaking animatedly to Michael about some information he came by using alternate channels.
It seems that a few enterprising Narn have been using Babylon 5 as a way station for their drug shipments. Somehow Marcus came upon this information from a source of his and was sharing it with the security chief, who looked even more displeased if possible.
Before the discussion could get further underway, Sheridan, Commander Ivanova, Doctor Franklin, Delenn and Lennier entered the room. None looked particularly happy by the intrusion, but most merely looked curious, while Sheridan and surprisingly Lennier were looking at me in contempt. I stared back impassively as they took their seats quickly deferring to the Captain who sat opposite me.
"Well, Neroon we are here. What did you wish to discuss so urgently?" Sheridan all but sneered.
"We have reconvened the Council of Clans since last we spoke. Since the dissolution of the Grey Council, the Warrior Caste has been without leadership. The events last month have convinced the caste of the need for concrete leadership."
"Who is that leader, you?" Stephen asked coldly, still remembering how terrible Marcus looked, and how close to death he was when he entered the Medical Bay after the Denn'sha. I couldn't blame him for the blatant hostility, although outsiders often misunderstand Minbari custom.
"No, although I was offered the position." I explained monotonously, not giving the humans that satisfaction of seeing me lose my temper. "The council is made up of the foremost warriors of each caste. They share combined leadership of the Caste. I am a member of the ruling council, but not the sole leader, although my word does carry weight amongst my brethren. That is in fact why I am on this station."
"Do tell." Garibaldi ordered humorlessly, watching me intensely.
"Very well. We decided to observe the realities of your so-called resistance to the Shadows. Since you are content to use the Anla'shoc for your own devices, using Minbari to fight your war without consent of the Warrior Caste, we have decided to observe if your actions are merited. If they seem to be then we are prepared to fight with your alliance. You have many honorable warriors who support you, it is only right if there is just cause that the Warrior Caste stand with our people and defend them."
"What changed your mind?" Delenn asked quietly. "You were dead set against this course last month."
"That is none of your concern." I answered shortly, glaring at the arrogant woman. "I will expect to be included in any recognizance missions and strategic meetings that occur, so that I may better report to those at home."
"You expect us to trust your discretion and honor after you tried to kill Marcus and were fully prepared to attack Delenn to stop her from seizing control over the Anla'shoc." Lennier asked incredulously.
"I must agree with Lennier." Sheridan commented. "Do we strike you as particularly stupid or naive?"
Before I could answer that question honestly, Delenn quieted Sheridan with a quiet word and a supportive squeeze of his arm.
"Very well, you shall be our liaison to the Warrior Caste. We need all the support we can get if we are to have any chance against the Shadows." Delenn reluctantly agreed, not too thrilled that our support was conditional at least partially on her ability to lead the Anla'shoc. "I will have Lennier escort you through the intelligence reports and explain the specifics about our ally capabilities."
"Good. The quicker I become apprised of the situation the better." I agreed standing up from the table abruptly. "Let us get started then."
Without waiting for a response I waited for Lennier to rise reluctantly and lead me from the room. As soon as we entered the hall I heard the others start talking angrily over each other. I couldn't help but smirk at the discord I had caused, and I was only just beginning.