In the Beginning 33/?
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.
Do Not Go Gently
The days following Star Killer's declaration were stressful to say the least. The Alliance was attempting to set up coordinates for the battle, but so far was coming up blank. The sheer amount of ship, let alone the projected battlefield were gigantic, and there was just no area that was so uninhabited.
The casualties already promised to be high including just the combatants. We were not about to double that number with innocent civilians if we could avoid it. Fortunately the Astara knew of an uninhabited area near the Rim. For good reason no one lived there, since the area was inhospitable due to the poisonous gas surrounding the Arten System.
That particular system promised to be hazardous during the best of times, and since our troops couldn't very well eject their pod into the atmosphere, this battle promised to end decisively one way or another. There would be no retreating once the fighting started. The Vorlons had thankfully agreed to the plan, although they had their own reasons for doing so.
Each day Babylon 5 got emptier, and the corridors got quieter. I had already sent the proper communiqué to the Council on Minbar and as soon as they arrived with the fleet I would head out to the rendezvous point.
I was in charge of leading Squadron Three, composed of twenty White Stars, four Centauri fighters, and the Ingata. Ivanova was commanding Squad Two, and Garibaldi Four. Marcus had command of the Strike Teams and was ensconced with Sheridan discussing strategy, already en route to the Arten System. The last conversation Marcus and I had before he left wasn't exactly encouraging. After we left the Astara's quarters we walked to Marcus' quarters in silence, having dropped off Garibaldi at his office on our way.
"This in not the time to drop such a large announcement on everyone. I think we should jus wait until after the Shadows are defeated to tell people." Marcus told me as soon as the door closed behind us. "Besides we still need to discuss the logistics of the relationship as well. We've got too much on our minds to give this the proper thought it deserves."
The discussion just went downhill from there. Here I was planning a family, and thinking how I would convince Marcus, and he was still hung up on the 'logistics or our relationship.' Not exactly encouraging, especially right before a battle that neither of us might survive.
Looking back on that particular conversation I realized he was scared that something would happen to me, and thought if he put a bit of distance between us, it would not hurt as much in case something unforeseen happened.
At the time however, I was furious at what I assumed was his fickle affections. Needless to say, my pride and his stubbornness came into play, and our final personal conversation on Babylon 5 was not pleasant. I basically accused him of playing with my feelings and he stormed out in a huff after proclaiming that I 'had the understanding of a bloody gnat.'
After that I slept alone and the only discussion we had was concerning the battle plans. I ignored Garibaldi's concerned gaze and concentrated solely on preparing for battle. I spent much of the time on the commlink informing my caste of the particulars.
Just as Marcus was disembarking on a White Star I decided I was being foolish and attempted to get to the docking bay, only to be delayed by Delenn who felt the need to check to make sure I had contact with the Warrior Caste. By the time I arrived, Marcus had already left and I had not the chance to apologize. I was left with little time for sulking however, because the next day the fleet arrived and aboard the Ingata. I made my way to the Arten System flanked by my people with Vatir by my side. We flew among our ships awaiting the arrival of the Shadow Vessels, to decide the fate of us all.
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.
Do Not Go Gently
The days following Star Killer's declaration were stressful to say the least. The Alliance was attempting to set up coordinates for the battle, but so far was coming up blank. The sheer amount of ship, let alone the projected battlefield were gigantic, and there was just no area that was so uninhabited.
The casualties already promised to be high including just the combatants. We were not about to double that number with innocent civilians if we could avoid it. Fortunately the Astara knew of an uninhabited area near the Rim. For good reason no one lived there, since the area was inhospitable due to the poisonous gas surrounding the Arten System.
That particular system promised to be hazardous during the best of times, and since our troops couldn't very well eject their pod into the atmosphere, this battle promised to end decisively one way or another. There would be no retreating once the fighting started. The Vorlons had thankfully agreed to the plan, although they had their own reasons for doing so.
Each day Babylon 5 got emptier, and the corridors got quieter. I had already sent the proper communiqué to the Council on Minbar and as soon as they arrived with the fleet I would head out to the rendezvous point.
I was in charge of leading Squadron Three, composed of twenty White Stars, four Centauri fighters, and the Ingata. Ivanova was commanding Squad Two, and Garibaldi Four. Marcus had command of the Strike Teams and was ensconced with Sheridan discussing strategy, already en route to the Arten System. The last conversation Marcus and I had before he left wasn't exactly encouraging. After we left the Astara's quarters we walked to Marcus' quarters in silence, having dropped off Garibaldi at his office on our way.
"This in not the time to drop such a large announcement on everyone. I think we should jus wait until after the Shadows are defeated to tell people." Marcus told me as soon as the door closed behind us. "Besides we still need to discuss the logistics of the relationship as well. We've got too much on our minds to give this the proper thought it deserves."
The discussion just went downhill from there. Here I was planning a family, and thinking how I would convince Marcus, and he was still hung up on the 'logistics or our relationship.' Not exactly encouraging, especially right before a battle that neither of us might survive.
Looking back on that particular conversation I realized he was scared that something would happen to me, and thought if he put a bit of distance between us, it would not hurt as much in case something unforeseen happened.
At the time however, I was furious at what I assumed was his fickle affections. Needless to say, my pride and his stubbornness came into play, and our final personal conversation on Babylon 5 was not pleasant. I basically accused him of playing with my feelings and he stormed out in a huff after proclaiming that I 'had the understanding of a bloody gnat.'
After that I slept alone and the only discussion we had was concerning the battle plans. I ignored Garibaldi's concerned gaze and concentrated solely on preparing for battle. I spent much of the time on the commlink informing my caste of the particulars.
Just as Marcus was disembarking on a White Star I decided I was being foolish and attempted to get to the docking bay, only to be delayed by Delenn who felt the need to check to make sure I had contact with the Warrior Caste. By the time I arrived, Marcus had already left and I had not the chance to apologize. I was left with little time for sulking however, because the next day the fleet arrived and aboard the Ingata. I made my way to the Arten System flanked by my people with Vatir by my side. We flew among our ships awaiting the arrival of the Shadow Vessels, to decide the fate of us all.