In the Beginning 13/?
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 Miscalculation
I awoke slowly from my drugged haze only to realize I had been moved from the Infirmary while I was unconscious. As I raised my head carefully, aware that the pounding would only get worse if I moved more quickly, I studied my new surroundings somewhat surprised by what I saw. Where I assumed I was being held in a holding cell since I wasn't restrained, I was pleasantly surprised to find myself laid out in a well-lit room with comfortable furnishings.
I was laying in a large bed covered in a thick quilt and my bed was rigged at an angle that I was used to, although upon further observation after I carefully rose from the bed I noticed that it was in fact normally in a horizontal position. I could only assume that a human lived in these quarters before I was relocated. I walked carefully about the room looking for possible weapons and other objects I could use to my advantage.
I found nothing in my search that could aide me in my escape as I walked throughout the quarters, having already tried to force the doors to open. The knives had been removed from the kitchenette and all other potentially sharp of lethal objects had be moved likewise. After my thorough investigation I was frustrated and sore form my exertion. My chest and left arm were still tender and I could barely move it without pulling the burned skin painfully. I was becoming more disturbed by my helplessness and vulnerability the longer I paced the floor and by the time I heard voices speaking from the other side of the door I had worked myself into a fury quite effectively.
With no warning the doors to my prison swished open the human I fought earlier entered flanked by three large Minbari guards. They all stood alertly, waiting for me to make a move against them. Having no means of defending myself against four trained warriors I decided to bide my time and wait for a more opportune chance to escape. I couldn't stop my body from tensing up as I eyed the human Anla'shoc disdainfully. I had underestimated the man earlier. I was not about to make the same mistake once again. I stood in a classic fighting stance, seemingly relaxed but ready to strike at a moments notice. I recognized a similar stance as I watched the warriors in front of me and sneered at them, waiting for them to act.
"We mean you no harm." The human spoke quietly, almost gently as he hesitantly stepped further into the room. I snorted in disdain at the human's words.
"Yet you attack me and sedate me." I commented coolly, crossing my arms over my imposing chest. "I was injured in your care, human. Don't think me for a fool."
"Neroon-" He began only to be cut off as I interrupted sharply.
"It is Alit Neroon." I all but growled, before getting my reaction under firm control.
"Actually it is Satai Neroon, if you want to get technical." The human responded cheekily, his green eyes dancing with mirth.
"I believe I am aware of my own title, human." I spoke sarcastically. "If I was Grey, surely I would be aware of that most important fact. Now state your purpose in holding me here so our time is not further wasted."
"I merely wish to speak to you. If we could sit peaceably and discuss this…" The dark-haired human commented softly waiting for me to respond. I continued staring at him stonily, then pointedly glared at his guard.
"If that is indeed the case, then your guard would seem to be unnecessary," I commented unemotionally glancing at his denn'bok that hung at his waist. "As is your weapon."
While I did not expect him to relinquish either, I spoke merely to gage the other's reaction to my suggestion. The human locked eyes with me for a long moment, as if trying to read my intentions from my hooded gaze. I stared back impassively, while inwardly calculating how I could use any action to my advantage.
"Leave us." The Anla'shoc ordered his men without taking his eyes off me.
"We can not simply leave-" One of the Minbari interrupted in a worried fashion taking a step towards the human.
"You have your orders." Snapped the human when the guard hesitantly stepped between us. It was only then that the human moved his piercing gaze off of me. He proceeded to stare down the Minbari warrior who towered a good five inched above him until the other reluctantly relented. With sharp movements the Anla'shoc pulled his denn'bok from about his waist holding it out to his guard. "Take this with you."
"I understand that you wish to speak to the Satai alone, however being completely unarmed is unwise. He is one of the most accomplished warriors of our caste, you can not hope to defend yourself against him if he chooses to harm you, at least not without your denn'bok." The warrior told him softly. "His strength alone could easily over power you in seconds, Marcus."
The entreaty fell on deaf ears as Marcus continued to glare at the Minbari imperviously.
"I do not believe I gave you permission to address me by my given name Entrik. No move out you are dismissed." The human-Marcus- all but hissed. When the warrior didn't move fast enough for his liking the human stepped into Entrik's personal space. "As far as I know I am still leader of this crew. If you think I am unable to perform this duty then I would suggest you say so."
At this warning crouched in a civil tongue the guardsman backed down, taking the offered pike from the human's fingers. He walked to the door stiffly, his pride warring with his concern for the smaller human. After the last Minbari left the room the doors closed and locked behind us. I watched the human take a step toward me cautiously.
"Not a particularly intelligent move." I told him softly as he walked closer to stand in front of me. With little warning I had my arm wrapped around his neck, with his back pressed against my front holding his arms at his sides with one of my own. I tightened my hold threateningly as I continued to speak, allowing a bit of menace to enter my previously impassive voice. "You are now very much at my mercy."
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 Miscalculation
I awoke slowly from my drugged haze only to realize I had been moved from the Infirmary while I was unconscious. As I raised my head carefully, aware that the pounding would only get worse if I moved more quickly, I studied my new surroundings somewhat surprised by what I saw. Where I assumed I was being held in a holding cell since I wasn't restrained, I was pleasantly surprised to find myself laid out in a well-lit room with comfortable furnishings.
I was laying in a large bed covered in a thick quilt and my bed was rigged at an angle that I was used to, although upon further observation after I carefully rose from the bed I noticed that it was in fact normally in a horizontal position. I could only assume that a human lived in these quarters before I was relocated. I walked carefully about the room looking for possible weapons and other objects I could use to my advantage.
I found nothing in my search that could aide me in my escape as I walked throughout the quarters, having already tried to force the doors to open. The knives had been removed from the kitchenette and all other potentially sharp of lethal objects had be moved likewise. After my thorough investigation I was frustrated and sore form my exertion. My chest and left arm were still tender and I could barely move it without pulling the burned skin painfully. I was becoming more disturbed by my helplessness and vulnerability the longer I paced the floor and by the time I heard voices speaking from the other side of the door I had worked myself into a fury quite effectively.
With no warning the doors to my prison swished open the human I fought earlier entered flanked by three large Minbari guards. They all stood alertly, waiting for me to make a move against them. Having no means of defending myself against four trained warriors I decided to bide my time and wait for a more opportune chance to escape. I couldn't stop my body from tensing up as I eyed the human Anla'shoc disdainfully. I had underestimated the man earlier. I was not about to make the same mistake once again. I stood in a classic fighting stance, seemingly relaxed but ready to strike at a moments notice. I recognized a similar stance as I watched the warriors in front of me and sneered at them, waiting for them to act.
"We mean you no harm." The human spoke quietly, almost gently as he hesitantly stepped further into the room. I snorted in disdain at the human's words.
"Yet you attack me and sedate me." I commented coolly, crossing my arms over my imposing chest. "I was injured in your care, human. Don't think me for a fool."
"Neroon-" He began only to be cut off as I interrupted sharply.
"It is Alit Neroon." I all but growled, before getting my reaction under firm control.
"Actually it is Satai Neroon, if you want to get technical." The human responded cheekily, his green eyes dancing with mirth.
"I believe I am aware of my own title, human." I spoke sarcastically. "If I was Grey, surely I would be aware of that most important fact. Now state your purpose in holding me here so our time is not further wasted."
"I merely wish to speak to you. If we could sit peaceably and discuss this…" The dark-haired human commented softly waiting for me to respond. I continued staring at him stonily, then pointedly glared at his guard.
"If that is indeed the case, then your guard would seem to be unnecessary," I commented unemotionally glancing at his denn'bok that hung at his waist. "As is your weapon."
While I did not expect him to relinquish either, I spoke merely to gage the other's reaction to my suggestion. The human locked eyes with me for a long moment, as if trying to read my intentions from my hooded gaze. I stared back impassively, while inwardly calculating how I could use any action to my advantage.
"Leave us." The Anla'shoc ordered his men without taking his eyes off me.
"We can not simply leave-" One of the Minbari interrupted in a worried fashion taking a step towards the human.
"You have your orders." Snapped the human when the guard hesitantly stepped between us. It was only then that the human moved his piercing gaze off of me. He proceeded to stare down the Minbari warrior who towered a good five inched above him until the other reluctantly relented. With sharp movements the Anla'shoc pulled his denn'bok from about his waist holding it out to his guard. "Take this with you."
"I understand that you wish to speak to the Satai alone, however being completely unarmed is unwise. He is one of the most accomplished warriors of our caste, you can not hope to defend yourself against him if he chooses to harm you, at least not without your denn'bok." The warrior told him softly. "His strength alone could easily over power you in seconds, Marcus."
The entreaty fell on deaf ears as Marcus continued to glare at the Minbari imperviously.
"I do not believe I gave you permission to address me by my given name Entrik. No move out you are dismissed." The human-Marcus- all but hissed. When the warrior didn't move fast enough for his liking the human stepped into Entrik's personal space. "As far as I know I am still leader of this crew. If you think I am unable to perform this duty then I would suggest you say so."
At this warning crouched in a civil tongue the guardsman backed down, taking the offered pike from the human's fingers. He walked to the door stiffly, his pride warring with his concern for the smaller human. After the last Minbari left the room the doors closed and locked behind us. I watched the human take a step toward me cautiously.
"Not a particularly intelligent move." I told him softly as he walked closer to stand in front of me. With little warning I had my arm wrapped around his neck, with his back pressed against my front holding his arms at his sides with one of my own. I tightened my hold threateningly as I continued to speak, allowing a bit of menace to enter my previously impassive voice. "You are now very much at my mercy."