In the Beginning 20/?
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.
The Ingata
Delenn was less than pleased when I not only told her that I was accompanying Marcus on his deep-space mission, but that we would be aboard the Ingata. Needless to say the ensuing conversation was… colorful if nothing else. I am continually surprised by the utter scope of Delenn's vocabulary, considering that she is a religious leader of our people. I read through every vid I could get my hands on over the intervening years to get myself up to date with current events, as well as going through my personal effects.
"What precisely can you hope to accomplish in deep space when you are supposed to observe the daily grind of the Alliance?"
"Finding the First Ones is a strategic move for the coming war. It would behoove the Warrior Caste to be a part of it."
"Better late then never, I suppose." She answered sarcastically.
"Perhaps if you discussed your plans with the other clans instead of merely working around us, then we would have been more apt to take action. Instead you keep your secrets and just expect the rest of the universe to fall merrily in line."
"In case you have conveniently forgotten the past." She interrupted me as I winced slightly since I made sure Delenn remained unaware of my predicament. "You tried to kill me not too long ago. Forgive me if I am not eager to discuss my decisions with you."
"I acted as I saw fit to keep the Minbari people safe, as you did. We both want our people to prosper, let us work together to rid everyone from the Shadow menace. I am sure we will find reason to argue after the threat has passed, so let us save much-needed time now."
With that parting statement I turned to leave her quarters calmly, inwardly smirking at getting the best of the usually unflappable Delenn.
"We are not finished here."
"Yes, we are."
I had a skip in my step as I made my way back to my quarters. Just as I turned the nearest corner I bumped in to bump into Marcus, who seemed equally immersed in thought.
"You spoke to Delenn I assume?" He asked with a small smirk as he noticed my pleased expression.
"Yes, and she has agreed with my suggestion. I have already signaled the Ingata to be ready to leave in three hours."
"Very presumptuous of you."
"I was confident of my persuasive abilities." I answered arrogantly placing a leading hand on his back as I turned around. "Where were you headed?"
Marcus stiffened a bit at first, glancing at me almost shyly, before he began to walk with me beside him.
"To my quarters."
"I will accompany you. Most of my belongings are already aboard my ship, so I shall help you with your bags."
"That's not necessary."
"I insist." I told him softly, pulling him closer to me as we walked, tightening my arm around his waist. I ignored Marcus as he mumbled under his breath and walked just a bit quicker. Must have been my well-hidden charm.
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.
The Ingata
Delenn was less than pleased when I not only told her that I was accompanying Marcus on his deep-space mission, but that we would be aboard the Ingata. Needless to say the ensuing conversation was… colorful if nothing else. I am continually surprised by the utter scope of Delenn's vocabulary, considering that she is a religious leader of our people. I read through every vid I could get my hands on over the intervening years to get myself up to date with current events, as well as going through my personal effects.
"What precisely can you hope to accomplish in deep space when you are supposed to observe the daily grind of the Alliance?"
"Finding the First Ones is a strategic move for the coming war. It would behoove the Warrior Caste to be a part of it."
"Better late then never, I suppose." She answered sarcastically.
"Perhaps if you discussed your plans with the other clans instead of merely working around us, then we would have been more apt to take action. Instead you keep your secrets and just expect the rest of the universe to fall merrily in line."
"In case you have conveniently forgotten the past." She interrupted me as I winced slightly since I made sure Delenn remained unaware of my predicament. "You tried to kill me not too long ago. Forgive me if I am not eager to discuss my decisions with you."
"I acted as I saw fit to keep the Minbari people safe, as you did. We both want our people to prosper, let us work together to rid everyone from the Shadow menace. I am sure we will find reason to argue after the threat has passed, so let us save much-needed time now."
With that parting statement I turned to leave her quarters calmly, inwardly smirking at getting the best of the usually unflappable Delenn.
"We are not finished here."
"Yes, we are."
I had a skip in my step as I made my way back to my quarters. Just as I turned the nearest corner I bumped in to bump into Marcus, who seemed equally immersed in thought.
"You spoke to Delenn I assume?" He asked with a small smirk as he noticed my pleased expression.
"Yes, and she has agreed with my suggestion. I have already signaled the Ingata to be ready to leave in three hours."
"Very presumptuous of you."
"I was confident of my persuasive abilities." I answered arrogantly placing a leading hand on his back as I turned around. "Where were you headed?"
Marcus stiffened a bit at first, glancing at me almost shyly, before he began to walk with me beside him.
"To my quarters."
"I will accompany you. Most of my belongings are already aboard my ship, so I shall help you with your bags."
"That's not necessary."
"I insist." I told him softly, pulling him closer to me as we walked, tightening my arm around his waist. I ignored Marcus as he mumbled under his breath and walked just a bit quicker. Must have been my well-hidden charm.