In the Beginning 32/?
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. Authors Note: I am running out of steam with this fic. Hopefully inspiration will come to me over the last few chapters. Hopefully this part doesn't suck too terribly.
War Strategy
Marcus, Michael and I entered what was going to be the Astara's quarters shortly thereafter and quickly went to work to make the rooms livable for the foreseeable future. Marcus glared at interspersed intervals, obviously a bit perturbed that his living quarters were so drab when the Astara's got a room like this on such short notice.
"All they had my arse." He mumbled under his breath, but Michael and I both caught it.
"Well you'll get something bigger now anyway, Cole. What with you and Neroon mated and all."
Marcus and I both glanced at each other unsurely, for although we were technically married and therefore should be living together, we had never actually discussed what our bonding meant. Aboard the Ingata Marcus just naturally gravitated towards me. It was comfortable to be practically living in each other's pocket, but now that we are back on Babylon Five, I was unsure what Marcus' feelings were on the matter. Garibaldi continued on seemingly unaware of the tension between us.
"John will accommodate you easily. Besides it's about time you got different quarters. Even Lennier said they were sparse, and I've seen his quarters so that's saying something."
"Let us finish this up. We can discuss this later today." Marcus interrupted giving me a determined look.
"Lighten up will you." Michael complained, finally catching the underlying currents of the room, or at least finally acknowledging them for what they were. My bet would be on the latter since Michael is always observant of his surroundings.
We worked in silence for the next hour after which time we met Delenn and Sheridan in the briefing room. We sat across from them and waited for them to speak. Both Marcus and I were well aware that they were surprised that were managed to get so many of the First Ones to agree to ally with our forces, but they seemed unsure of where to begin. I was amused that for once Delenn seemed off balance, unfortunately I was not the cause, but it tickled my fancy none the less.
"The Astara have settled in well." Sheridan told us abruptly. "They seemed fascinated by the tour and I think that they will make a fine addition to the Alliance. Now then, what are the capabilities and temperament of the others?"
At that time Marcus picked the location canister that the Builders gave us and placed it on the table. The few First Ones who declined to accompany us to the station, entered their own coordinates to the metal canister, so with only a push of the button all the remaining First Ones would know where to meet the fleet as well as relay their exact position to us.
"All of the species are arrogant and most reasonably so. The Builder as well as the Astara have the most firepower, but the others are not far behind. Most of the Builders advantage comes from their telepathic ability, although their fleet is singularly impressive as well. All the First Ones must be treated with respect at all times. They both expect and demand it, as they are for all intents and purposes our elders, and they expect to be treated as such. The only reason they are involved at all is because they have unfinished business with the Shadows. Do not assume some kind of allegiance to our cause because they have agreed to help us. It is merely enmity of the Shadows, their old enemy, not any overt fondness for us."
"Our best bet is an all out attack, with the element of surprise on our side, we may just have a chance to defeat them. But we will have to act fast if we are to keep our advantage a secret." I advised watching their faces harden with resolve.
"Very well. We shall set the battle in motion over the next week. Be prepared."
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. Authors Note: I am running out of steam with this fic. Hopefully inspiration will come to me over the last few chapters. Hopefully this part doesn't suck too terribly.
War Strategy
Marcus, Michael and I entered what was going to be the Astara's quarters shortly thereafter and quickly went to work to make the rooms livable for the foreseeable future. Marcus glared at interspersed intervals, obviously a bit perturbed that his living quarters were so drab when the Astara's got a room like this on such short notice.
"All they had my arse." He mumbled under his breath, but Michael and I both caught it.
"Well you'll get something bigger now anyway, Cole. What with you and Neroon mated and all."
Marcus and I both glanced at each other unsurely, for although we were technically married and therefore should be living together, we had never actually discussed what our bonding meant. Aboard the Ingata Marcus just naturally gravitated towards me. It was comfortable to be practically living in each other's pocket, but now that we are back on Babylon Five, I was unsure what Marcus' feelings were on the matter. Garibaldi continued on seemingly unaware of the tension between us.
"John will accommodate you easily. Besides it's about time you got different quarters. Even Lennier said they were sparse, and I've seen his quarters so that's saying something."
"Let us finish this up. We can discuss this later today." Marcus interrupted giving me a determined look.
"Lighten up will you." Michael complained, finally catching the underlying currents of the room, or at least finally acknowledging them for what they were. My bet would be on the latter since Michael is always observant of his surroundings.
We worked in silence for the next hour after which time we met Delenn and Sheridan in the briefing room. We sat across from them and waited for them to speak. Both Marcus and I were well aware that they were surprised that were managed to get so many of the First Ones to agree to ally with our forces, but they seemed unsure of where to begin. I was amused that for once Delenn seemed off balance, unfortunately I was not the cause, but it tickled my fancy none the less.
"The Astara have settled in well." Sheridan told us abruptly. "They seemed fascinated by the tour and I think that they will make a fine addition to the Alliance. Now then, what are the capabilities and temperament of the others?"
At that time Marcus picked the location canister that the Builders gave us and placed it on the table. The few First Ones who declined to accompany us to the station, entered their own coordinates to the metal canister, so with only a push of the button all the remaining First Ones would know where to meet the fleet as well as relay their exact position to us.
"All of the species are arrogant and most reasonably so. The Builder as well as the Astara have the most firepower, but the others are not far behind. Most of the Builders advantage comes from their telepathic ability, although their fleet is singularly impressive as well. All the First Ones must be treated with respect at all times. They both expect and demand it, as they are for all intents and purposes our elders, and they expect to be treated as such. The only reason they are involved at all is because they have unfinished business with the Shadows. Do not assume some kind of allegiance to our cause because they have agreed to help us. It is merely enmity of the Shadows, their old enemy, not any overt fondness for us."
"Our best bet is an all out attack, with the element of surprise on our side, we may just have a chance to defeat them. But we will have to act fast if we are to keep our advantage a secret." I advised watching their faces harden with resolve.
"Very well. We shall set the battle in motion over the next week. Be prepared."