In the Beginning 8/?
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.
A.N.: I am changing the whole history of the Shadow War. In this story the Centauri did not help the shadows, and they were the first overt targets of the Shadows. Sorry if this confuses anyone but it was needed for the story.
Fateful Fortune
I had been living on the station for a little over two weeks without incident, either political or personal. Sending reports about Delenn's intelligence gathering and the cohesion of the Alliance occupied my time as I continued to investigate the inner workings of the Alliance. For the most part I managed to keep my distance from Sheridan except for intelligence meetings, which Garibaldi spoke the most of in surprisingly enough. It seems that the head of security had many, shall we say 'unofficial' sources that the others were not privy to. Likewise Marcus had a few useful pieces of information to add to these gatherings as well. One such piece of information was that the shadows had been spotted near an outpost of Centauri Prime.
"My source came across this footage before the outpost was destroyed." Marcus explained somberly putting the disk onto the monitor.
The blank screen was soon ablaze in a firefight with an unknown opponent. It was only after the outpost was disabled and the fighting stopped that a clear view was gotten of the enemy. Out of empty space the Shadow vessel shimmered into being, blocking out the stars themselves. The commander of the Centauri outpost continued to call out a mayday as they were fired upon and destroyed mercilessly. There were a few moments of oppressive silence, until Marcus began speaking again.
"Londo is aware of this as well. He is insisting on accompanying any mission into investigate this attack. He cannot reach any of his planet's political bases, so we should fear the worst. I would suggest sending a scouting ship before a full task force to ascertain the extent of the damage and the number of enemy ships still present." Marcus told the room calmly. "There is a White Star awaiting your orders to depart."
"Very well. Marcus you will lead this mission. You are experienced in covert operations, I expect you to observe, but not be seen. Londo will be allowed to accompany you, only because he's liable to find alternate transport and I would rather keep an eye on him. The rest of the fleet will mobilize as soon as possible. We will be waiting for a signal from you at the outer jump point."
"Thank you Captain." Marcus acknowledged, getting up and heading for the door after bowing to Delenn on his way out.
"I will accompany him on the White Star." I interjected once everyone else began talking worriedly with each other.
Just as both Delenn and Sheridan made as if to disagree I put up a hand to quiet them.
"This is not up for discussion." I told them calmly. "It will serve two purposes. First I will be able to observe our enemies up close and in person, plus I am still responsible for Marcus' life since the Denn'sha. I will be there to protect him."
"What are you talking about responsible for his life?" Commander Ivanova snarled protectively, looking every bit the dangerous warrior protecting it's young. "You already injured him seriously, and now you want us to let you protect him?"
"It is part of the ritual combat, Commander. I do not expect you to understand, but when I spared Marcus' life I became responsible for it."
"Is this true, Delenn?" Sheridan asked softly.
"Yes, John. Neroon would sacrifice his life for Marcus if needed." Delenn assured the Captain, who looked all too pleased at the idea.
"Let's hope that won't be needed." Garibaldi interjected dryly. "But with Cole, you never know. Troubles does seem to follow him around."
"Very well you may go." Sheridan gave me permission. I manfully resisted telling him that I would have gone with or without his consent.
"How generous of you… Captain." I answered disdainfully, using his title as if it were a derogatory term. "I will be on my way then."
I packed my belongings haphazardly and spoke quickly to my head guard, Malic. Needless to say he was less that pleased with my decision but he insisted on accompanying me onto the White Star, and was waiting for me at the junction of the ship when I boarded her.
We were on our way to the jump gate before I dropped my things in an empty room and made my way toward the bridge. Instead of the normal Minbari atmosphere, the bridge was downright boisterous with Marcus and the Centauri Ambassador taunting each other back and forth. Along with Mollari was his aide, Vir I believe his mane was. Surprisingly it was Vir who noticed my presence first.
"Who are you?" Vir blurted out worriedly, causing the others to finally look in my direction.
"Neroon, what on earth are you doing aboard?" Marcus asked walking towards me as he did so looking a bit out of sorts. I couldn't very well tell him it was a bit of fateful fortune and the need to shag him silly that brought me here, or that I was responsible for his life. Somehow I did not think he would be pleased with either answer at the moment.
"Delenn sent me to observe so I can report back to Minbar." I answered calmly. [Not particularly a lie since I planned to do that anyway, but not quite the truth either.]
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.
A.N.: I am changing the whole history of the Shadow War. In this story the Centauri did not help the shadows, and they were the first overt targets of the Shadows. Sorry if this confuses anyone but it was needed for the story.
Fateful Fortune
I had been living on the station for a little over two weeks without incident, either political or personal. Sending reports about Delenn's intelligence gathering and the cohesion of the Alliance occupied my time as I continued to investigate the inner workings of the Alliance. For the most part I managed to keep my distance from Sheridan except for intelligence meetings, which Garibaldi spoke the most of in surprisingly enough. It seems that the head of security had many, shall we say 'unofficial' sources that the others were not privy to. Likewise Marcus had a few useful pieces of information to add to these gatherings as well. One such piece of information was that the shadows had been spotted near an outpost of Centauri Prime.
"My source came across this footage before the outpost was destroyed." Marcus explained somberly putting the disk onto the monitor.
The blank screen was soon ablaze in a firefight with an unknown opponent. It was only after the outpost was disabled and the fighting stopped that a clear view was gotten of the enemy. Out of empty space the Shadow vessel shimmered into being, blocking out the stars themselves. The commander of the Centauri outpost continued to call out a mayday as they were fired upon and destroyed mercilessly. There were a few moments of oppressive silence, until Marcus began speaking again.
"Londo is aware of this as well. He is insisting on accompanying any mission into investigate this attack. He cannot reach any of his planet's political bases, so we should fear the worst. I would suggest sending a scouting ship before a full task force to ascertain the extent of the damage and the number of enemy ships still present." Marcus told the room calmly. "There is a White Star awaiting your orders to depart."
"Very well. Marcus you will lead this mission. You are experienced in covert operations, I expect you to observe, but not be seen. Londo will be allowed to accompany you, only because he's liable to find alternate transport and I would rather keep an eye on him. The rest of the fleet will mobilize as soon as possible. We will be waiting for a signal from you at the outer jump point."
"Thank you Captain." Marcus acknowledged, getting up and heading for the door after bowing to Delenn on his way out.
"I will accompany him on the White Star." I interjected once everyone else began talking worriedly with each other.
Just as both Delenn and Sheridan made as if to disagree I put up a hand to quiet them.
"This is not up for discussion." I told them calmly. "It will serve two purposes. First I will be able to observe our enemies up close and in person, plus I am still responsible for Marcus' life since the Denn'sha. I will be there to protect him."
"What are you talking about responsible for his life?" Commander Ivanova snarled protectively, looking every bit the dangerous warrior protecting it's young. "You already injured him seriously, and now you want us to let you protect him?"
"It is part of the ritual combat, Commander. I do not expect you to understand, but when I spared Marcus' life I became responsible for it."
"Is this true, Delenn?" Sheridan asked softly.
"Yes, John. Neroon would sacrifice his life for Marcus if needed." Delenn assured the Captain, who looked all too pleased at the idea.
"Let's hope that won't be needed." Garibaldi interjected dryly. "But with Cole, you never know. Troubles does seem to follow him around."
"Very well you may go." Sheridan gave me permission. I manfully resisted telling him that I would have gone with or without his consent.
"How generous of you… Captain." I answered disdainfully, using his title as if it were a derogatory term. "I will be on my way then."
I packed my belongings haphazardly and spoke quickly to my head guard, Malic. Needless to say he was less that pleased with my decision but he insisted on accompanying me onto the White Star, and was waiting for me at the junction of the ship when I boarded her.
We were on our way to the jump gate before I dropped my things in an empty room and made my way toward the bridge. Instead of the normal Minbari atmosphere, the bridge was downright boisterous with Marcus and the Centauri Ambassador taunting each other back and forth. Along with Mollari was his aide, Vir I believe his mane was. Surprisingly it was Vir who noticed my presence first.
"Who are you?" Vir blurted out worriedly, causing the others to finally look in my direction.
"Neroon, what on earth are you doing aboard?" Marcus asked walking towards me as he did so looking a bit out of sorts. I couldn't very well tell him it was a bit of fateful fortune and the need to shag him silly that brought me here, or that I was responsible for his life. Somehow I did not think he would be pleased with either answer at the moment.
"Delenn sent me to observe so I can report back to Minbar." I answered calmly. [Not particularly a lie since I planned to do that anyway, but not quite the truth either.]