In the Beginning 31/?
Disclaimer: I neither own nor created the character of Marcus, Neroon, Babylon 5, etc… No infringement is intended.
Rating: R for this chapter for m/m situations and violence. SLASH. If this offends you read no further.
Arrivals
Over the next three weeks we met with more of the First Ones, and had little enough trouble convincing them to join with us. Perhaps it was that the Builders already had acquiesced, or perhaps they just realized the seriousness of our plight, but the later five species decided to accompany us back to Babylon Five.
The times that weren't spent in diplomacy, Marcus and I were sequestered in my quarters languishing in bed. Ever since the first night we spent together making love, Marcus hasn't been away from my bed at night, and he even went so far as to move his belongings into my quarters.
Our trip back was fairly uneventful up until the last leg of our journey when five Shadow vessels ambushed us. They seemed like more of a scouting contingent than anything, but they were superior in weaponry than the Ingata, if we hadn't any telepaths on board.
The ship shook from their attack as we returned fire to little effect. Just as I was about to order our telepaths to begin weakening their ships, I saw a flash of light from our side and the nearest Shadow vessel was destroyed in a burst of fire. Quickly thereafter the rest of the ships followed suit as the First Ones attacked with a vengeance. The only thing left in space once they were done was dust particles that spanned the wreckage as we resumed course for Babylon Five.
I wish I could have seen Star Killer's face when the Ingata exited the jump gate followed by an armada of First Ones following us out. I can well imagine his shock however, as well as Delenn's. If I know her at all and I like to think I do, she most likely thought Marcus would fail, but on the off chance he did not, at least I the mission would keep him from underfoot.
When Marcus and I arrived with not only the First Ones promised support, but many of their ships as well, Garibaldi was yelling orders to his security people, as we stepped on the station. Only the Astara agreed to join us on Babylon Five, while the other First Ones were content to stay on their own ships. The Astara had a physiology much like the Minbari, so the environment on Babylon Five was not an issue, although the artificial gravity is a bit sparse for their species.
Garibaldi greeted us quickly, before concentrating on the Astara, using his nearly nonexistent congenial personality to greet them and show them to proper quarters. Just as we were all about to leave the docking area, Delenn and Sheridan arrived somewhat out of breath.
"Welcome to Babylon Five." Sheridan spoke firmly, looking at Marcus and I to offer the proper introductions.
"K'Sar this is Entil'zha Delenn and St- the commander of this station Sheridan." I told him graciously, ignoring the elbow Marcus hit me with when I almost called Sheridan Star Killer. "This is K'Sar of the Astara. One of the First Ones."
"We are grateful that you could join us. Allow Delenn and I to show you around the station while Chief Garibaldi gets your quarters ready." Sheridan suggested, ignoring Garibaldi's discontented grumbling. "A meeting had been called at 0500 this afternoon."
"Yeah, yeah." Michael sneered. "What am I a maid? No I am Chief of Security for this station. Doesn't he think I have more important things to do?"
"We will help you out if you'd like." Marcus told him agreeably.
"We will?" I asked sharply. I wasn't a maid either.
"Yes, you prat. We will." Marcus told me, squeezing my upper arm, before wrapping it around my waist. I noticed Garibaldi watching us covertly as we walked.
"Something I should know about there?" He asked softly, nodding toward where Marcus was practically wrapped around me.
"We were bonded during the mission." I answered matter-of-factly, stopping when Michael paused to stare at us, before he grinned at us.
"Well, damn!" He cursed. "I owe Stephen a hundred credits."
"What are you talking about?" Marcus squeaked.
"Well, Stephen was convinced that you were perfect for each other, and only need an opportunity before you realized it and got together." Michael told us. "I of course thought Neroon here was to hard headed and set in his ways to even consider a human as a mate. You just had to prove me wrong, didn't you Neroon?"
I watched in amusement as Marcus continued to gape like a fish as Garibaldi grumbled about going into debt.
"By the way Neroon." Michael continued seriously stepping closer, attempting to stare me down. "You hurt him and I will find a way to castrate you before you die."
I looked at the smaller human who was deadly serious and I knew that he would indeed find a way to follow through on his threat. I began chuckling softly, my eyes shining as I glanced at my mate.
"Your friends are all bloodthirsty." I commented still laughing. "I like it."
Disclaimer: I neither own nor created the character of Marcus, Neroon, Babylon 5, etc… No infringement is intended.
Rating: R for this chapter for m/m situations and violence. SLASH. If this offends you read no further.
Arrivals
Over the next three weeks we met with more of the First Ones, and had little enough trouble convincing them to join with us. Perhaps it was that the Builders already had acquiesced, or perhaps they just realized the seriousness of our plight, but the later five species decided to accompany us back to Babylon Five.
The times that weren't spent in diplomacy, Marcus and I were sequestered in my quarters languishing in bed. Ever since the first night we spent together making love, Marcus hasn't been away from my bed at night, and he even went so far as to move his belongings into my quarters.
Our trip back was fairly uneventful up until the last leg of our journey when five Shadow vessels ambushed us. They seemed like more of a scouting contingent than anything, but they were superior in weaponry than the Ingata, if we hadn't any telepaths on board.
The ship shook from their attack as we returned fire to little effect. Just as I was about to order our telepaths to begin weakening their ships, I saw a flash of light from our side and the nearest Shadow vessel was destroyed in a burst of fire. Quickly thereafter the rest of the ships followed suit as the First Ones attacked with a vengeance. The only thing left in space once they were done was dust particles that spanned the wreckage as we resumed course for Babylon Five.
I wish I could have seen Star Killer's face when the Ingata exited the jump gate followed by an armada of First Ones following us out. I can well imagine his shock however, as well as Delenn's. If I know her at all and I like to think I do, she most likely thought Marcus would fail, but on the off chance he did not, at least I the mission would keep him from underfoot.
When Marcus and I arrived with not only the First Ones promised support, but many of their ships as well, Garibaldi was yelling orders to his security people, as we stepped on the station. Only the Astara agreed to join us on Babylon Five, while the other First Ones were content to stay on their own ships. The Astara had a physiology much like the Minbari, so the environment on Babylon Five was not an issue, although the artificial gravity is a bit sparse for their species.
Garibaldi greeted us quickly, before concentrating on the Astara, using his nearly nonexistent congenial personality to greet them and show them to proper quarters. Just as we were all about to leave the docking area, Delenn and Sheridan arrived somewhat out of breath.
"Welcome to Babylon Five." Sheridan spoke firmly, looking at Marcus and I to offer the proper introductions.
"K'Sar this is Entil'zha Delenn and St- the commander of this station Sheridan." I told him graciously, ignoring the elbow Marcus hit me with when I almost called Sheridan Star Killer. "This is K'Sar of the Astara. One of the First Ones."
"We are grateful that you could join us. Allow Delenn and I to show you around the station while Chief Garibaldi gets your quarters ready." Sheridan suggested, ignoring Garibaldi's discontented grumbling. "A meeting had been called at 0500 this afternoon."
"Yeah, yeah." Michael sneered. "What am I a maid? No I am Chief of Security for this station. Doesn't he think I have more important things to do?"
"We will help you out if you'd like." Marcus told him agreeably.
"We will?" I asked sharply. I wasn't a maid either.
"Yes, you prat. We will." Marcus told me, squeezing my upper arm, before wrapping it around my waist. I noticed Garibaldi watching us covertly as we walked.
"Something I should know about there?" He asked softly, nodding toward where Marcus was practically wrapped around me.
"We were bonded during the mission." I answered matter-of-factly, stopping when Michael paused to stare at us, before he grinned at us.
"Well, damn!" He cursed. "I owe Stephen a hundred credits."
"What are you talking about?" Marcus squeaked.
"Well, Stephen was convinced that you were perfect for each other, and only need an opportunity before you realized it and got together." Michael told us. "I of course thought Neroon here was to hard headed and set in his ways to even consider a human as a mate. You just had to prove me wrong, didn't you Neroon?"
I watched in amusement as Marcus continued to gape like a fish as Garibaldi grumbled about going into debt.
"By the way Neroon." Michael continued seriously stepping closer, attempting to stare me down. "You hurt him and I will find a way to castrate you before you die."
I looked at the smaller human who was deadly serious and I knew that he would indeed find a way to follow through on his threat. I began chuckling softly, my eyes shining as I glanced at my mate.
"Your friends are all bloodthirsty." I commented still laughing. "I like it."