In the Beginning 28/?
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.
Unexpected Happenings
Before we could do much more then gape at the First Ones, Marcus and I were transported somehow onto one of their ships. I can just imagine the effect of our abduction had one our crew, but at the moment that was the least of our worries. When we once again materialized we found ourselves on the deck of one of the closest Builder ships. We seemed to be alone, so I took the time to look around. What I saw amazed me.
Now the Minbari are very advanced technologically speaking in comparison to the other species that inhabit space. For the most part I take that for granted, but as I saw the Builder's ship I could do so no longer. Their architecture alone was art in its finest example.
There were wide arks all about the rectangular-shaped bridge. In each ark was a view of one side of the fleet, as well as our ship. Every few seconds the scene would ripple and change. The floor was made from an unknown polymer, completely black and weightless. As we walked it felt as if we were truly walking in space amongst the stars. I could find no weapons station, nor navigational display, so I had to wonder how their impressive ship worked.
"We are a largely telepathic people." An old man walked into the light suddenly at the center of the room, startling us both rather badly. "In fact we have not spoken aloud in countless centuries."
It was nearly painful to look upon the elderly man, for he was wearing the brightest white robe I have ever looked upon, and a light similar to power to the starfire surrounded him. He reminded me of a techno-mage I had come upon in my travels many years ago. They both had a sense of peace about them.
The Builder, for that's who I assume was addressing us, bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement. I startled and my eyes opened wider when I realized that this being could easily read my thoughts.
"You have a small portion of telepathic ability yourself." He told me quietly. "You would do well to use it in the coming battle. It may just save your life, and the life of your mate."
He finally acknowledged Marcus, who had stood at my side quietly as the Builder was speaking.
"You think that perhaps… Neroon… deserves better, and that because you are chaste he will not be satisfied with your coupling. You know that you love the Minbari, but expect to be rejected, or for him to be killed and do not wish to risk your heart again."
My Marcus looked about as embarrassed as I had ever seen him. Although most of what the telepath said was common sense, to hear it spoken about so plainly caused me distress. Without regard for out host I traversed the distance between us, both physically and metaphorically. I solemnly placed my denn'dok at his feet then stood in front of him.
"We are warriors Marcus Cole. As such I cannot promise you that I will not die, but neither could you. I will give you my vow however, that as long as I live I will spend at your side. I will be your sword against our enemies, a shield against attack, a lover to confide in, and a friend to relax with. This is my pledge. How say you Anla'shoc Marcus Cole?"
Marcus watched my emotional display with equanimity, but once I ended he seemed a bit lost. I believed he kneeled down to retrieve my denn'bok, causing a tightening in my chest and a sense of foreboding. Instead he stepped over it and placed his own denn'bok at my feet.
"I will bloody well try not to get myself killed, and I expect you to do the same." Marcus began fiercely, as I am sure I smiled goofily at him. "I will be your sword against our enemies, a shield against attack, a lover to confide in, and a friend to relax with. I head your pledge and give you my own. For this life and all others, I give myself body and soul to you."
"For this life and all others." I agreed as the Builder looked on expressionlessly. For the moment I ignored our audience and took Marcus joyfully in my arms. Although when I came aboard this ship I wasn't expecting to bond so completely to Marcus, I was never the less thrilled with the outcome. Just as soon as he stopped kissing me, I would begin discussion the Shadows with the Builders. Any second now…
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.
Unexpected Happenings
Before we could do much more then gape at the First Ones, Marcus and I were transported somehow onto one of their ships. I can just imagine the effect of our abduction had one our crew, but at the moment that was the least of our worries. When we once again materialized we found ourselves on the deck of one of the closest Builder ships. We seemed to be alone, so I took the time to look around. What I saw amazed me.
Now the Minbari are very advanced technologically speaking in comparison to the other species that inhabit space. For the most part I take that for granted, but as I saw the Builder's ship I could do so no longer. Their architecture alone was art in its finest example.
There were wide arks all about the rectangular-shaped bridge. In each ark was a view of one side of the fleet, as well as our ship. Every few seconds the scene would ripple and change. The floor was made from an unknown polymer, completely black and weightless. As we walked it felt as if we were truly walking in space amongst the stars. I could find no weapons station, nor navigational display, so I had to wonder how their impressive ship worked.
"We are a largely telepathic people." An old man walked into the light suddenly at the center of the room, startling us both rather badly. "In fact we have not spoken aloud in countless centuries."
It was nearly painful to look upon the elderly man, for he was wearing the brightest white robe I have ever looked upon, and a light similar to power to the starfire surrounded him. He reminded me of a techno-mage I had come upon in my travels many years ago. They both had a sense of peace about them.
The Builder, for that's who I assume was addressing us, bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement. I startled and my eyes opened wider when I realized that this being could easily read my thoughts.
"You have a small portion of telepathic ability yourself." He told me quietly. "You would do well to use it in the coming battle. It may just save your life, and the life of your mate."
He finally acknowledged Marcus, who had stood at my side quietly as the Builder was speaking.
"You think that perhaps… Neroon… deserves better, and that because you are chaste he will not be satisfied with your coupling. You know that you love the Minbari, but expect to be rejected, or for him to be killed and do not wish to risk your heart again."
My Marcus looked about as embarrassed as I had ever seen him. Although most of what the telepath said was common sense, to hear it spoken about so plainly caused me distress. Without regard for out host I traversed the distance between us, both physically and metaphorically. I solemnly placed my denn'dok at his feet then stood in front of him.
"We are warriors Marcus Cole. As such I cannot promise you that I will not die, but neither could you. I will give you my vow however, that as long as I live I will spend at your side. I will be your sword against our enemies, a shield against attack, a lover to confide in, and a friend to relax with. This is my pledge. How say you Anla'shoc Marcus Cole?"
Marcus watched my emotional display with equanimity, but once I ended he seemed a bit lost. I believed he kneeled down to retrieve my denn'bok, causing a tightening in my chest and a sense of foreboding. Instead he stepped over it and placed his own denn'bok at my feet.
"I will bloody well try not to get myself killed, and I expect you to do the same." Marcus began fiercely, as I am sure I smiled goofily at him. "I will be your sword against our enemies, a shield against attack, a lover to confide in, and a friend to relax with. I head your pledge and give you my own. For this life and all others, I give myself body and soul to you."
"For this life and all others." I agreed as the Builder looked on expressionlessly. For the moment I ignored our audience and took Marcus joyfully in my arms. Although when I came aboard this ship I wasn't expecting to bond so completely to Marcus, I was never the less thrilled with the outcome. Just as soon as he stopped kissing me, I would begin discussion the Shadows with the Builders. Any second now…