In the Beginning 11/?
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.
Fighting Shadows
The White Star followed the ion trail through space until we came upon a Centauri transport ship beset by two shadow vessels. Marcus had previously entered the bridge after presumably talking to both Delenn and Sheridan impassively. His stride was controlled as was his voice, but there was no humorous inflection in it, which I have become accustomed to.
Obviously the discussion did not go well. I would be surprised if he had permission for this rescue venture at all. I noticed a few of the more observant Minbari look at Cole questioningly, but he seems unaware of the regard, his thoughts obviously elsewhere. When we come upon the two shadow ships attacking the transport Marcus immediately orders us to an intercept course.
"As soon as we get close enough I want weapons fired at both ships. Aim for their underbelly, same thing for the telepaths. Whatever happens I want us in between the Centauri ship and those vessels." Marcus ordered calmly, making eye contact with each member of his crew before looking towards Londo and Vir. "I will need you two in the infirmary for once we get the Centauri on board. The Minbari healers are not as familiar with Centauri biology as you are. Assist them when needed."
The two centauri left the bridge at a jog as Marcus turned back to the view screen.
"We will be within firing range in twenty seconds, Anla'shok." The navigator told Marcus.
"Aim weapons." Marcus ordered as they watched all of the weapon ports opened. He waited a few more seconds calmly reclined against the railing. "Fire!"
The weapons blasted the Shadows, but little damage was reported. Their attention however was averted from the transport ship. From there our vessel moved in between the three ships, continuing firing as they went. Soon thereafter the telepaths began their attack. Slowly but surely the shadow vessels began accruing hit after hit, but the damage was not one-sided.
The Shadows fired on us ruthlessly and the injured were adding up. It was only when we stopped firing that I noticed T'her, the weapons officer, was down and most likely unconscious. Since Marcus was over the other side of the bridge attending to another injured telepath I took control of the weapons array.
While I am fully trained in hand-to-hand combat I am also well equipped to handle a space vessel. As opposed to the religious caste that usually mans Delenn's White Stars, with a few Anla'shok thrown in for variety, having a fully trained Warrior Caste at the weapons console was no comparison. Where T'her was defensive, I was offensive and attacked the Shadows with a vengeance.
I began to give orders in time with Marcus, and with us both directing the fighting one of the two vessels were soon disabled. The other was only running at half power and soon thereafter the telepaths blew up the first vessel leaving the other alone. With no warning the vessel began firing all of its remaining weaponry at us at once. The ship's shields were unprepared for the impact and half the bridge was blown up with pieces of metal and infrastructure hurling everywhere.
The last thing I was aware of before I blacked out was Marcus speaking and a gentle hand caressing my bone crest reverently.
"Neroon, come on wake up. Damn it Neroon! This is no time to fall asleep on the job. You better be okay, you stubborn bastard." A warmly accented voice called to me, but I was too tired to respond as I was lifted off my feet.
I almost whimpered so deeply distraught was I when the gentle touch on my head stopped. Instead I was handled efficiently and I was being taken away from the voice. I concentrated solely on hearing what my voice had to say and I heard one more sentence before I succumbed to the darkness.
"I want that vessel blown from my bloody sight!" Snarled the voice angrily, much different from the softness of before. "Fire!"
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.
Fighting Shadows
The White Star followed the ion trail through space until we came upon a Centauri transport ship beset by two shadow vessels. Marcus had previously entered the bridge after presumably talking to both Delenn and Sheridan impassively. His stride was controlled as was his voice, but there was no humorous inflection in it, which I have become accustomed to.
Obviously the discussion did not go well. I would be surprised if he had permission for this rescue venture at all. I noticed a few of the more observant Minbari look at Cole questioningly, but he seems unaware of the regard, his thoughts obviously elsewhere. When we come upon the two shadow ships attacking the transport Marcus immediately orders us to an intercept course.
"As soon as we get close enough I want weapons fired at both ships. Aim for their underbelly, same thing for the telepaths. Whatever happens I want us in between the Centauri ship and those vessels." Marcus ordered calmly, making eye contact with each member of his crew before looking towards Londo and Vir. "I will need you two in the infirmary for once we get the Centauri on board. The Minbari healers are not as familiar with Centauri biology as you are. Assist them when needed."
The two centauri left the bridge at a jog as Marcus turned back to the view screen.
"We will be within firing range in twenty seconds, Anla'shok." The navigator told Marcus.
"Aim weapons." Marcus ordered as they watched all of the weapon ports opened. He waited a few more seconds calmly reclined against the railing. "Fire!"
The weapons blasted the Shadows, but little damage was reported. Their attention however was averted from the transport ship. From there our vessel moved in between the three ships, continuing firing as they went. Soon thereafter the telepaths began their attack. Slowly but surely the shadow vessels began accruing hit after hit, but the damage was not one-sided.
The Shadows fired on us ruthlessly and the injured were adding up. It was only when we stopped firing that I noticed T'her, the weapons officer, was down and most likely unconscious. Since Marcus was over the other side of the bridge attending to another injured telepath I took control of the weapons array.
While I am fully trained in hand-to-hand combat I am also well equipped to handle a space vessel. As opposed to the religious caste that usually mans Delenn's White Stars, with a few Anla'shok thrown in for variety, having a fully trained Warrior Caste at the weapons console was no comparison. Where T'her was defensive, I was offensive and attacked the Shadows with a vengeance.
I began to give orders in time with Marcus, and with us both directing the fighting one of the two vessels were soon disabled. The other was only running at half power and soon thereafter the telepaths blew up the first vessel leaving the other alone. With no warning the vessel began firing all of its remaining weaponry at us at once. The ship's shields were unprepared for the impact and half the bridge was blown up with pieces of metal and infrastructure hurling everywhere.
The last thing I was aware of before I blacked out was Marcus speaking and a gentle hand caressing my bone crest reverently.
"Neroon, come on wake up. Damn it Neroon! This is no time to fall asleep on the job. You better be okay, you stubborn bastard." A warmly accented voice called to me, but I was too tired to respond as I was lifted off my feet.
I almost whimpered so deeply distraught was I when the gentle touch on my head stopped. Instead I was handled efficiently and I was being taken away from the voice. I concentrated solely on hearing what my voice had to say and I heard one more sentence before I succumbed to the darkness.
"I want that vessel blown from my bloody sight!" Snarled the voice angrily, much different from the softness of before. "Fire!"