FIC: Journey of Love Part 1
Title: Journey of Love
Category: TV Shows » Babylon 5
Author: Slrmn82
Language: English, Rating: Rated: M
Genre: Romance/Adventure
Published: 02-11-03, Updated: 06-15-03
Chapters: 22, Words: 20,459
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Part 1
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Journey of Love
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Marcus and Neroon, or anyone else from Babylon 5.
Authors notes: Rated PG-13 Contains slash: two males in a romantic/sexual (although not explicit) relationship. If this offends you please turn back now.
I am not sure what year this would take place, but after the Denn’sha challenge and the episode where Susan gets hurt (which never happened in my story.) So basically after the Shadows have been defeated.
Marcus POV
I was on my way to see Stephen Franklin, the CMO for Babylon Five, when I received a summons from Delenn to meet her at her quarters. Having spent many enjoyable evenings with Delenn drinking tea and talking philosophy, I could tell that this was an official summons from Ranger One by the difference in her tone of voice. Before I entered her quarters I subconsciously altered my stance to a more respectful and firm position. Upon entering her quarters I was struck once again at how at ease these surrounding made me. I generally let my guard down and could be comfortable here, but this wasn’t a social visit.
“Marcus, please be seated.” Delenn suggested, gesturing with a hand for me to sit beside her on the couch. As I sat, I carefully watched her facial features, and I could tell that whatever it was that she was about to tell me troubled her a great deal. “Have you heard about the dissent on Minbar?”
“If you mean the,” I paused and smiled wryly, “friction between the Warrior Caste and the Rangers, yes. Unfortunately, no one seems to have any idea how to resolve the situation.“ I left it there, hoping for further explanation. I didn’t have long to wait.
“That is part of it Marcus, but not all. Shakiri was forced to step down as leader of his Caste when it was revealed that he ordered Neroon to kill me. Minbari do not kill Minbari.! The other clans then called for his removal, and will soon name Neroon the new leader of the Warrior Caste. There will be a ceremony in a weeks time to make it official. Alit Neroon has requested you as his bodyguard.” Delenn explained.
Bloody hell, he’s off his rocker. A few months ago he almost kills me in Denn’sha, now he wants me to watch his back. What is he thinking? “Of course I will, but won’t this cause more fighting among the Rangers and Caste members?”
“That is why you are there, to keep the infighting to a minimum. Also, you must watch the Minbari as well as the Rangers. Members of both groups have cause to make sure Neroon doesn’t make the Right of Ascension.” Delenn replied while watching me for my reaction. Nothing of my thoughts showed on my face however and she gave up trying.
“When is he arriving?”
“The Ingata will be arriving within the next three hours. I will meet you in Docking Bay 3 at 0200.” Delenn told me while standing up and escorting me to the door. “I will see you then .”
Three hours later I found myself walking beside Delenn carrying my pike and a small duffle bag over my shoulder on my way to meet Neroon and his fellow StarRiders. Upon entering the docking bay I saw a small gathering of Minbari waiting for our arrival. At the very front of the group stood Alit Neroon, in all his daunting glory. He looked a sight in his formal Caste attire, which I hadn’t had the opportunity to see before. He was wearing a black tunic and cloak with a shoulder pin of the sun holding it in place. His breeches were made of the same material as the cloak, and tucked into them was a metal plated vest. Overall the effect was stunning. Needless to say I was speechless when we first entered the room.
Thank god for Delenn because I would have been content to stare at Neroon for a bit longer, and knowing my luck caused an interstellar incident. “Alit Neroon it is good to see you under less stressful circumstances.” Delenn, ever the diplomat, said while bowing at a respectful distance.
Neroon soon followed suit, though he bowed lower to the ground, thereby showing the proper respect to Delenn and her rank. “Entil’zha, a pleasure.” Neroon replied. I would have never guessed that these two don’t like each other. Perhaps Delenn isn’t the only diplomat in the room.
“Anla’shoc Cole.” Neroon acknowledged my presence thereby bringing me out of my thoughts. I was startled however when he extended his pike right in front of my face. I had to force myself not to take a step back. “An honor to have a fellow warrior at my back.” Neroon continued, projecting his voice so that all his warriors could hear the exchange.
“Alit Neroon.” I acknowledged while bowing deeply to show my respect for the great warrior. After rising to my full height I extended my pike in exactly the same fashion as Neroon, so that our pikes crossed and our hands touched. “The honor is mine.”
As I looked into Neroon’s eyes I expected to find evidence of the fierce warrior I met in Downbelow. All I saw however, was a warmth that seemed out of place in the strong warrior’s gaze, directed at me. That regard had the power to unfurl heat in my belly that spread itself outward, causing me to smile what I’m sure was an idiotic looking grin at Neroon. Who, to my surprise, returned it before turning back to Delenn, after retracting his pike to say his goodbyes. I followed his example and put my pike back in the holder I keep for it at my waist. By this time Neroon has stepped back from Delenn and I tack his place in front of her holding on to both her hands.
“I will send a report after I get to Minbar, Delenn. “ I murmured while squeezing her hands in my larger ones. I knew I would miss her greatly, even if it is for only a little over a week. She has been one of my good friends since my arrival here on Babylon 5.
“Good luck Marcus, I will be waiting to hear from you.” Delenn responded in kind, keeping her voice low, while returning the hand gesture. Abruptly we both straightened our posture and I let go of her hands. Keeping my posture erect I started to make my way to Neroon and his ship. Just as Neroon was about to enter the Ignata he stopped and waited for me to catch up, and with a guiding hand on my arm we entered together.
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After entering the Ingata, I assumed Neroon and I would part ways shortly thereafter. I quickly realized that wasn’t to be the case however, when most of the other Minbari cleared the hallway, save Neroon and two others. I wasn’t sure if it was reassuring or insulting that Neroon obviously felt safe in my presence, when I felt anything but. I felt the engines safely take us away from Babylon 5 while we continued walking down the corridor. I used the following quiet interlude to study Neroon’s physique which, due to the fact that I was fighting for my life, I hadn’t taken the time to observe in detail before. It’s a good thing too. What was I thinking? The man is stacked like a house, all muscle and bone, yet he moves with the grace of a cat. God, I must have been nuts to challenge him the way I did, I’m lucky he didn’t finish it when he had the chance. Although I did manage to get a few well-placed blows in myself. Serves the arrogant Minbari right. It must have looked a bit ridiculous the way I was staring at Neroon and smirking, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. As we entered, what I could only assume to be a briefing room, I finally got my facial expression back into some semblance of order. After automatically scanning the room for hidden dangers, I took my seat at the corner of the table between Neroon, the door, and the two other Minbari, and waited for Neroon to speak. If any of the warriors in the room noticed my actions, which I am certain they did, none mentioned it, nor the fact that I had my right hand carefully placed on my pike, and an alert readiness in my seemingly casual sprawl.
“Marcus on your right is my XO Shamar and seated next to him my First Guard Maiko.” Neroon gestured to each in turn as he continued speaking. “It was agreed upon that your presence at my side would illustrate the willingness of the Anla’shoc and StarRider Clan to work together toward a common goal, thereby helping to end the ongoing conflict.” Definitely a diplomat! “Maiko will continue to handle my day to day safety, while you will be needed more behind the scenes, except of course for the Ascension.”
“Of course. One question though, how long will it take the Ingata to turn around and head back to Babylon Five? It’s obvious that you’re looking for a token Anla’shoc, and it’s equally obvious that that is not me. I was entrusted to protect you, and I can’t in good conscience do that without being by your side at all times. So let’s keep the political stunts to a minimum, and I will give you a name of a fellow Anla’shoc to assist you.” I could barely keep the annoyance out of my voice, as I made a move to rise from my chair. As luck would have it I happened to notice Maiko openly sneering at me. “Something you would like to say First Guard?”
“Just that your arrogance astounds me Anla’shoc Cole. I have the situation well in hand, and besides, what could a tiny human such as yourself know about protecting the Alit? The only reason you are alive at all is because Alit Neroon granted mercy to such a pitiful excuse for a warrior. A more likely story is that you were sent as a distraction, for an assassination attempt by the Rangers.” Maiko growled while staring at me with his beady little eyes.
Under normal circumstances I am a pragmatist and expect a degree of hostility towards me, so I probably would have shrugged the First Guard’s remarks off. My nerves were already pulled taunt just being so close to Neroon however, so I wasn’t exactly in any mood to deal with such a horses ass. If I wasn‘t so bloody pissed off I would have noticed Neroon make a move to stand, but halted by Shamar‘s hand on his shoulder.
“If I wanted to kill Neroon he would be dead already!” I practically snarled, ignoring the incredulous expression on Neroon’s face. “And this pitiful excuse for a warrior would be happy to give you a lesson in manners which you obviously lack.”
“That will be enough!” Nero on practically bellowed while getting up to stand between us. “We have many enemies without having to worry about you two fighting amongst yourselves.” Maiko looked like he wanted to say something else but the acidic glare Nero on sent his way stopped him. During the ensuing stare down I managed to get my reactions into some small semblance of order- namely my dry wit reasserted itself.
“I’m a peace loving guy, I don’t have any enemies.” I exclaimed, trying to decrease some of the tension in the room, but I only got a sarcastic snort from Shamar’s direction for my troubles. “If we are through here, I will send you a list of possible bodyguards once we get back to B5.” Perhaps Neroon thought I was bluffing, perhaps not. I myself wasn’t too sure but I will never know, because before I could leave the conference room Neroon’s voice halts my progress.
“How do you suggest we proceed, Marcus?” I wasn’t sure what my reaction should be, so except for stopping, I did nothing. “You will not be able to guard me if you leave the ship.” Neroon stated, which was as much a public concession as could be expected from the stern Minbari warrior. As I made my way back to the seat I just vacated Neroon’s enigmatic stare unnerved me, it was unnoticeable by my actions however, for which I am eternally grateful. I pride myself on being able to mask my emotions if need be, while I admit I haven’t had much cause to employ this particular skill until now, it is comforting none the less.
“I will be within a twenty foot distance to you at all times including but not limited to: any meeting between now and the ceremony, sleeping, eating, physical training and bathing. This is nonnegotiable, I can’t protect you if you are further away from me. Once we get to Minbar, I want full access to the meeting grounds and the temple where the Ascension will take place, and a seven-person guard to accompany me on a sweep of the area. Your guard will answer to me, second only to you. Take it or leave it.” During my explanations I kept a careful watch on the Minbari’s reactions, they were varied. Maiko looked ready to smash my head open with his pike, while Shamar looked vaguely impressed by my confidence. Neroon on the other hand, I couldn’t read at all. It seems I am not the only one who has mastered the blank expression. “And if something were to happen to me?” Neroon questioned while still staring at me impassively.
“If you were alive I would find you, and if you were dead I would find those responsible.” I answered, still looking into his unfathomable eyes, while ignoring the anxiety thinking about Neroon’s death unexpectedly caused me.
“Very well. We are agreed. Now shall we discuss the possible security problems on Minbar?” Neroon asked turning his head to acknowledge the other two Minbari in the discussion. “The main threat will come from Shakiri and his followers. Since Shakiri has convinced them to flout Valen’s teachings, they have no regard for their fellow Minbari, which only makes them more dangerous. They will only answer to Shakiri and have no reservations against killing other Minbari. An attack from this quarter could come at any time, most likely before the actual ceremony starts. At the ceremony however, we need to keep a look out for rogue Anla’shoc. As you know, due in part to the Denn’sha challenge, there has been discord between the Rangers and the StarRiders. Perhaps, if they see you in particular guarding me the matter will be put to rest.”
“Sounds plausible. I will make sure I meet with the Rangers once we arrive on Minbar. Hopefully I can talk some sense into them.” Or if all else fails, I could knock some sense into them.
“The rest of the details can wait until morning when we can go at this problem with clear heads. We should arrive on Minbar in two days time, barring any unforeseen complications. That will give us enough time to come up with a contingency plan. But it has been an overly long and stressful day for all of us, I suggest we all get some rest. Dismissed.” Shamar and Maiko left the room with nary a backward glance.
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Sitting alone with Neroon in the conference room amplified my nerves, so that it was taking all of my concentration to keep my composure. I'm not sure if I did an adequate job because I couldn't help the nervous twitching of my leg under the table.
"Come. I will show you to my quarters, since you insist on guarding me while I sleep." I ignored Neroon's indignant grumbling as he led me out into the hallway.
"Look I'm sorry my presence inconveniences you and your wife, but I told Delenn that you would make it to the Ascension alive, and you will."
"That was the reason I specifically requested you at my side, I would have expected no less Marcus. I was simply trying to figure out Maiko's agenda from his reaction to you. But rest assured you are not disturbing me and I have no wife or consort to disturb. If I did they would be with me on this journey."
"What's the difference between a wife and a consort?" I asked, unfamiliar with the term, as it applied to Minbari.
"A consort is the male equivalent to a wife, or on Minbar, a life mate." Neroon explained as we took one last turn before we passed the guards and entered his quarters.
"I didn't think Minbari were that tolerant, especially considering I hadn't heard of any gay couples on Minbar during my anla'shoc training or since then," I ventured, all the while wondering how a thirty-three year old virgin got into a discussion on the merit of gay partners with a Minbari warrior who tried to kill me not too long ago.
"While it isn't common knowledge, it is highly respected among my people. In my case, a mate would take on the title of Caste Leader in my absence. These rights are unique to a consort... Take a seat while I get us a drink."
As he left the room I took stock of my surroundings. Where I expected to find Spartan design with just the essentials, I instead found Neroon's quarters charming. His furniture and trappings suggested a rich personality that I didn't know existed. Most of the furniture in the sitting room was comprised of wood with brown coverings. Overall Neroon's quarters were understated in the extreme. That is why I found myself studying a triangular table-shaped table with a delicate Minbari sculpture balanced precariously on top of it. I had to stare for a full minute before I realized that the 'table' was actually a piece of the statue. Neroon also had an artistically superior tapestry of Valen on one wall. If he only knew he was worshipping Sinclair. Before I could explore the room in detail, Neroon came back in carrying a cup in each hand. After handing me one glass, he sat down on the sofa gazing in my direction.
"Don't you want a family?" I questioned, bringing my mind back to the topic at hand.
"Of course, but I haven't found a worthy mate until recently and I am unsure of how to proceed." Neroon explained. For a second seemingly shy, but I must have imagined it.
"Just take it a step at a time. I am sure she-"
"He."
"...He will be overjoyed to be courted by a high ranking Minbari official." I exclaimed with false enthusiasm. "And if that doesn't work you can impress him with your sparkling personality." I really can't help the sarcasm when he's around me . . Grrr. And I was actually trying to be nice.
"He will just have to get to know me better then." Neroon responded, either not noticing or not caring about my implied insult, my guess would be the latter.
"Well now you have a plan." The rest of my undoubtedly witty comment was cut off by my jaw-cracking yawn.
"We have both had a long, and trying day. I suggest we retire for the night." Neroon said as he took the glass precariously held in my grasp and placed it on the table next to his own.
"Very well." As I bent down to grasp my carry-on bag I saw him smirking at me. He's planning very bad things I can tell.
"This way." Neroon gestured for me to follow him through the door. Once we entered the room Neroon gathered some pants from the bed and before I could do anything except stare at the 'single' bed in Neroon's room, he was already back from the wash room. Wearing indecently low pants might I add. As I saw his well-muscled chest for the first time my mouth went dry and I had to swallow before I could speak.
"Uh... What are you doing?" I managed to ask as Neroon practically stalked me across the room. He was standing at the border of my personal space before he answered.
"Getting ready for bed." He was still giving me that evil smirk, but now his eyes were twinkling mischievously. If his eyes could laugh I'm sure they would have been. My first thought upon seeing a half naked Minbari stalking me around the room, while silently laughing was to run away screaming. My second inclination was to jump him. I am an Anla'shoc warrior. We don't run away and we don't scream like little girls. Having solved that problem I was left with the other option. I don't jump people. I don't jump half naked Minbari gods. Especially not Neroon. Eek. Well having an argument with oneself is not conducive to making decisions. That is how I found myself staring at Neroon with a rather glazed look in my eyes while I was clenching and unclenching my fists.
"I assume you brought some clothes to sleep in?" Neroon questioned, thereby bringing me out of my trance.
"Yes, but-"
"The wash room is through there." Neroon said, gesturing to the door that he had re-entered from moments before. I had no choice but to follow his lead and enter the wash room. I changed into my black silk pajamas, making certain that every button on the shirt was done up, which was difficult because, for some unfathomable reason, my hands were trembling. I attributed it to Neroon's deliberately unnerving behavior, and my obvious lack of comfort with other people's exhibitionism. God, I sound like such a prude, not to mention a prat. As I returned to Neroon's bedroom, he was already lounging in bed with the lights dimmed, perfectly at ease with the situation. It made me want to hit him.
"Where should I sleep?" I questioned trying not to draw attention to the fact that I was blatantly ogling him.
"I thought that was obvious considering you are the one who wants to be within twenty feet of me at all times... Unless you would be more comfortable on the floor." Neroon queried with a soft chuckle. Fine time for the man to get a sense of humor.
Feeling foolish as it was, I didn't let myself curse him out, at least not verbally, which was my first inclination. Instead I glared at the obnoxious man and cautiously lay down under the covers as far away from him as possible. I wasn't sure what I was so nervous about, but when Neroon practically ignored my presence in his bed, I gradually started to relax. Surprisingly, Neroon's steady breathing had put me to sleep before I knew it.
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As I woke up, the first thought that entered my mind was that I was safe as well as warm. The second , which startled me awake was that someone was in bed with me. Since my higher brain functions were still sleeping it took me a few moments to remember where I was, and how I got there. Once I did however I carefully raised my head to take stock of my position. Somehow during the night Neroon and I had become practically entwined. That is how I found myself laying on top of him with his arms and legs wrapped securely around me. Since Neroon was still sleeping peacefully I tried to move slowly, in hopes of not waking him up. Unfortunately, every time I moved slightly Neroon would follow me. By the time I gave up and lay back down I was even more hopelessly entangled with Neroon than before, except this time I was also cocooned within the blanket as well. If I wasn’t so trusting, I would be suspicious right now. Grumbling all the while, I rested my head back on Neroon’s sturdy shoulder.
Trying not the touch someone while laying atop them is surprisingly difficult. That is why, after a moment of internal struggle, my rigid frame gradually relaxed so I was comfortably cushioned in Neroon’s warm embrace. Of course, I could have saved myself the trouble if I had just stayed where I was originally. For the most part I am a very private person, and this include physical distance as well, so I am not exactly comfortable in this kind of situation. When I was younger I wasn’t this way, but as I grew up that openness only caused me pain and heartache. Gradually I stopped socializing and now I barely let anyone close to me. So while I am friendly with everyone, I have few close friends, namely Stephen and Lennier. It can be lonely but for the most part I am used to it.
“We should get up soon, we have a very long day ahead of us.” Neroon suggested, startling me from my thought.
“Bloody Hell! How long have you been awake?” I asked while almost kneeing him in the groin because of my abrupt movements.
“Long enough.” Neroon murmured while gently caressing my hair and upper back, making no move to rise and begin the day.
Before I could get too uncomfortable with Neroon in such close proximity, he got up from the bed and made his way into the bathroom. Neroon exited the washroom in a robe, still damp from his shower and busied himself getting his clothes as I made my way into the still steam filled shower. Upon entering the living room, after donning my Anla’shoc uniform and cloak, I found Neroon immersed in conversation with Shamar about ship efficiency. Without breaking his train of thought Neroon gestured to the fruit on the table for me to eat. While I was eating the Minbari fruit, which tasted similar to a Earth melon, Neroon made plans to help mediate a dispute between two crewmen during the early morning hours.
“I planned on giving you a tour of the ship this morning, but it seems my diplomatic skills are needed elsewhere.” Neroon explained grandiosely while ignoring my disbelieving snort. “But this afternoon I will show you the essential stations, and perhaps the training room as well.”
“Oh goodie.” I responded with a straight face barely keeping myself from laughing at the overly exaggerated self-important look on Neroon’s face.
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Seven hours later laughter was the furthest thing from my mind. I had spent those hours standing guard exactly three feet behind and to the right of Neroon as he adeptly handled ship disputes, station reports, and a diplomatic meeting via commlink. I could only imagine how he felt considering I was ready to start pulling my hair out from boredom.
“Valen, just give me a fire fight!” I mumbled under my breath as the last minbari took his leave from the office. I didn’t realize I had spoken loud enough for Neroon to hear until he laughed in response.
“Being captain of a vessel this size does get tedious. A battle every now and then does tend to quell the boredom.”
“I would imagine.”
“Enough drivel, I promised you a tour earlier and a tour you shall have.” Neroon suddenly exclaimed gesturing me to lead him out of the room. “Unless you would like something to eat first.”
“I not that hungry, perhaps we can eat after the tour.” I suggested as we made our way down the hallway. “Perhaps we can walk up an appetite.”
With that though in mind Neroon proceeded to show me his ship. It was obvious in his gestures as he showed me the bridge that he was very proud of both ship and crew. Once we entered the bridge, his crew stood at attention until he gestured them to go back to work. It was obvious that this was were he was most comfortable. He inspired respect and friendship among all the bridge crew and the crew themselves were friendly yet efficient. Not quite what I would have expected when I first arrived. After the bridge, Neroon showed me the weapons system, crew quarters and the engine room. The ship was superior in many ways to other White Stars that I have seen, perhaps it was due to the relaxed atmosphere in the ship.
“The training room is our last stop on the tour, then we can retire to my quarters and eat. We should take it easy tonight. We will arrive on Minbar tomorrow morning, so there will be much to prepare.” Neroon explained while leading me through a short entryway into the main training area full of young minbari warriors.
“Perhaps we can spar a bit before dinner.” Neroon suggested gesturing to a pike fight already taking place on the mats in front of us. Of course. Getting my ass handed to me always helps me to build an appetite.
My scowl must have hinted at my train of thought because Neroon squeezed my shoulder as if to reassure me. “I hope never to have to fight you in earnest again, although I would be honored if you could show me a few of your rather unique techniques.” Neroon reiterated while I wondered why he seemed so sincere, considering after our last “earnest” fight I was the one laid up in Medlab for a week.
“Why not, at least I won’t be bored.”
Category: TV Shows » Babylon 5
Author: Slrmn82
Language: English, Rating: Rated: M
Genre: Romance/Adventure
Published: 02-11-03, Updated: 06-15-03
Chapters: 22, Words: 20,459
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Part 1
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Journey of Love
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Marcus and Neroon, or anyone else from Babylon 5.
Authors notes: Rated PG-13 Contains slash: two males in a romantic/sexual (although not explicit) relationship. If this offends you please turn back now.
I am not sure what year this would take place, but after the Denn’sha challenge and the episode where Susan gets hurt (which never happened in my story.) So basically after the Shadows have been defeated.
Marcus POV
I was on my way to see Stephen Franklin, the CMO for Babylon Five, when I received a summons from Delenn to meet her at her quarters. Having spent many enjoyable evenings with Delenn drinking tea and talking philosophy, I could tell that this was an official summons from Ranger One by the difference in her tone of voice. Before I entered her quarters I subconsciously altered my stance to a more respectful and firm position. Upon entering her quarters I was struck once again at how at ease these surrounding made me. I generally let my guard down and could be comfortable here, but this wasn’t a social visit.
“Marcus, please be seated.” Delenn suggested, gesturing with a hand for me to sit beside her on the couch. As I sat, I carefully watched her facial features, and I could tell that whatever it was that she was about to tell me troubled her a great deal. “Have you heard about the dissent on Minbar?”
“If you mean the,” I paused and smiled wryly, “friction between the Warrior Caste and the Rangers, yes. Unfortunately, no one seems to have any idea how to resolve the situation.“ I left it there, hoping for further explanation. I didn’t have long to wait.
“That is part of it Marcus, but not all. Shakiri was forced to step down as leader of his Caste when it was revealed that he ordered Neroon to kill me. Minbari do not kill Minbari.! The other clans then called for his removal, and will soon name Neroon the new leader of the Warrior Caste. There will be a ceremony in a weeks time to make it official. Alit Neroon has requested you as his bodyguard.” Delenn explained.
Bloody hell, he’s off his rocker. A few months ago he almost kills me in Denn’sha, now he wants me to watch his back. What is he thinking? “Of course I will, but won’t this cause more fighting among the Rangers and Caste members?”
“That is why you are there, to keep the infighting to a minimum. Also, you must watch the Minbari as well as the Rangers. Members of both groups have cause to make sure Neroon doesn’t make the Right of Ascension.” Delenn replied while watching me for my reaction. Nothing of my thoughts showed on my face however and she gave up trying.
“When is he arriving?”
“The Ingata will be arriving within the next three hours. I will meet you in Docking Bay 3 at 0200.” Delenn told me while standing up and escorting me to the door. “I will see you then .”
Three hours later I found myself walking beside Delenn carrying my pike and a small duffle bag over my shoulder on my way to meet Neroon and his fellow StarRiders. Upon entering the docking bay I saw a small gathering of Minbari waiting for our arrival. At the very front of the group stood Alit Neroon, in all his daunting glory. He looked a sight in his formal Caste attire, which I hadn’t had the opportunity to see before. He was wearing a black tunic and cloak with a shoulder pin of the sun holding it in place. His breeches were made of the same material as the cloak, and tucked into them was a metal plated vest. Overall the effect was stunning. Needless to say I was speechless when we first entered the room.
Thank god for Delenn because I would have been content to stare at Neroon for a bit longer, and knowing my luck caused an interstellar incident. “Alit Neroon it is good to see you under less stressful circumstances.” Delenn, ever the diplomat, said while bowing at a respectful distance.
Neroon soon followed suit, though he bowed lower to the ground, thereby showing the proper respect to Delenn and her rank. “Entil’zha, a pleasure.” Neroon replied. I would have never guessed that these two don’t like each other. Perhaps Delenn isn’t the only diplomat in the room.
“Anla’shoc Cole.” Neroon acknowledged my presence thereby bringing me out of my thoughts. I was startled however when he extended his pike right in front of my face. I had to force myself not to take a step back. “An honor to have a fellow warrior at my back.” Neroon continued, projecting his voice so that all his warriors could hear the exchange.
“Alit Neroon.” I acknowledged while bowing deeply to show my respect for the great warrior. After rising to my full height I extended my pike in exactly the same fashion as Neroon, so that our pikes crossed and our hands touched. “The honor is mine.”
As I looked into Neroon’s eyes I expected to find evidence of the fierce warrior I met in Downbelow. All I saw however, was a warmth that seemed out of place in the strong warrior’s gaze, directed at me. That regard had the power to unfurl heat in my belly that spread itself outward, causing me to smile what I’m sure was an idiotic looking grin at Neroon. Who, to my surprise, returned it before turning back to Delenn, after retracting his pike to say his goodbyes. I followed his example and put my pike back in the holder I keep for it at my waist. By this time Neroon has stepped back from Delenn and I tack his place in front of her holding on to both her hands.
“I will send a report after I get to Minbar, Delenn. “ I murmured while squeezing her hands in my larger ones. I knew I would miss her greatly, even if it is for only a little over a week. She has been one of my good friends since my arrival here on Babylon 5.
“Good luck Marcus, I will be waiting to hear from you.” Delenn responded in kind, keeping her voice low, while returning the hand gesture. Abruptly we both straightened our posture and I let go of her hands. Keeping my posture erect I started to make my way to Neroon and his ship. Just as Neroon was about to enter the Ignata he stopped and waited for me to catch up, and with a guiding hand on my arm we entered together.
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After entering the Ingata, I assumed Neroon and I would part ways shortly thereafter. I quickly realized that wasn’t to be the case however, when most of the other Minbari cleared the hallway, save Neroon and two others. I wasn’t sure if it was reassuring or insulting that Neroon obviously felt safe in my presence, when I felt anything but. I felt the engines safely take us away from Babylon 5 while we continued walking down the corridor. I used the following quiet interlude to study Neroon’s physique which, due to the fact that I was fighting for my life, I hadn’t taken the time to observe in detail before. It’s a good thing too. What was I thinking? The man is stacked like a house, all muscle and bone, yet he moves with the grace of a cat. God, I must have been nuts to challenge him the way I did, I’m lucky he didn’t finish it when he had the chance. Although I did manage to get a few well-placed blows in myself. Serves the arrogant Minbari right. It must have looked a bit ridiculous the way I was staring at Neroon and smirking, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. As we entered, what I could only assume to be a briefing room, I finally got my facial expression back into some semblance of order. After automatically scanning the room for hidden dangers, I took my seat at the corner of the table between Neroon, the door, and the two other Minbari, and waited for Neroon to speak. If any of the warriors in the room noticed my actions, which I am certain they did, none mentioned it, nor the fact that I had my right hand carefully placed on my pike, and an alert readiness in my seemingly casual sprawl.
“Marcus on your right is my XO Shamar and seated next to him my First Guard Maiko.” Neroon gestured to each in turn as he continued speaking. “It was agreed upon that your presence at my side would illustrate the willingness of the Anla’shoc and StarRider Clan to work together toward a common goal, thereby helping to end the ongoing conflict.” Definitely a diplomat! “Maiko will continue to handle my day to day safety, while you will be needed more behind the scenes, except of course for the Ascension.”
“Of course. One question though, how long will it take the Ingata to turn around and head back to Babylon Five? It’s obvious that you’re looking for a token Anla’shoc, and it’s equally obvious that that is not me. I was entrusted to protect you, and I can’t in good conscience do that without being by your side at all times. So let’s keep the political stunts to a minimum, and I will give you a name of a fellow Anla’shoc to assist you.” I could barely keep the annoyance out of my voice, as I made a move to rise from my chair. As luck would have it I happened to notice Maiko openly sneering at me. “Something you would like to say First Guard?”
“Just that your arrogance astounds me Anla’shoc Cole. I have the situation well in hand, and besides, what could a tiny human such as yourself know about protecting the Alit? The only reason you are alive at all is because Alit Neroon granted mercy to such a pitiful excuse for a warrior. A more likely story is that you were sent as a distraction, for an assassination attempt by the Rangers.” Maiko growled while staring at me with his beady little eyes.
Under normal circumstances I am a pragmatist and expect a degree of hostility towards me, so I probably would have shrugged the First Guard’s remarks off. My nerves were already pulled taunt just being so close to Neroon however, so I wasn’t exactly in any mood to deal with such a horses ass. If I wasn‘t so bloody pissed off I would have noticed Neroon make a move to stand, but halted by Shamar‘s hand on his shoulder.
“If I wanted to kill Neroon he would be dead already!” I practically snarled, ignoring the incredulous expression on Neroon’s face. “And this pitiful excuse for a warrior would be happy to give you a lesson in manners which you obviously lack.”
“That will be enough!” Nero on practically bellowed while getting up to stand between us. “We have many enemies without having to worry about you two fighting amongst yourselves.” Maiko looked like he wanted to say something else but the acidic glare Nero on sent his way stopped him. During the ensuing stare down I managed to get my reactions into some small semblance of order- namely my dry wit reasserted itself.
“I’m a peace loving guy, I don’t have any enemies.” I exclaimed, trying to decrease some of the tension in the room, but I only got a sarcastic snort from Shamar’s direction for my troubles. “If we are through here, I will send you a list of possible bodyguards once we get back to B5.” Perhaps Neroon thought I was bluffing, perhaps not. I myself wasn’t too sure but I will never know, because before I could leave the conference room Neroon’s voice halts my progress.
“How do you suggest we proceed, Marcus?” I wasn’t sure what my reaction should be, so except for stopping, I did nothing. “You will not be able to guard me if you leave the ship.” Neroon stated, which was as much a public concession as could be expected from the stern Minbari warrior. As I made my way back to the seat I just vacated Neroon’s enigmatic stare unnerved me, it was unnoticeable by my actions however, for which I am eternally grateful. I pride myself on being able to mask my emotions if need be, while I admit I haven’t had much cause to employ this particular skill until now, it is comforting none the less.
“I will be within a twenty foot distance to you at all times including but not limited to: any meeting between now and the ceremony, sleeping, eating, physical training and bathing. This is nonnegotiable, I can’t protect you if you are further away from me. Once we get to Minbar, I want full access to the meeting grounds and the temple where the Ascension will take place, and a seven-person guard to accompany me on a sweep of the area. Your guard will answer to me, second only to you. Take it or leave it.” During my explanations I kept a careful watch on the Minbari’s reactions, they were varied. Maiko looked ready to smash my head open with his pike, while Shamar looked vaguely impressed by my confidence. Neroon on the other hand, I couldn’t read at all. It seems I am not the only one who has mastered the blank expression. “And if something were to happen to me?” Neroon questioned while still staring at me impassively.
“If you were alive I would find you, and if you were dead I would find those responsible.” I answered, still looking into his unfathomable eyes, while ignoring the anxiety thinking about Neroon’s death unexpectedly caused me.
“Very well. We are agreed. Now shall we discuss the possible security problems on Minbar?” Neroon asked turning his head to acknowledge the other two Minbari in the discussion. “The main threat will come from Shakiri and his followers. Since Shakiri has convinced them to flout Valen’s teachings, they have no regard for their fellow Minbari, which only makes them more dangerous. They will only answer to Shakiri and have no reservations against killing other Minbari. An attack from this quarter could come at any time, most likely before the actual ceremony starts. At the ceremony however, we need to keep a look out for rogue Anla’shoc. As you know, due in part to the Denn’sha challenge, there has been discord between the Rangers and the StarRiders. Perhaps, if they see you in particular guarding me the matter will be put to rest.”
“Sounds plausible. I will make sure I meet with the Rangers once we arrive on Minbar. Hopefully I can talk some sense into them.” Or if all else fails, I could knock some sense into them.
“The rest of the details can wait until morning when we can go at this problem with clear heads. We should arrive on Minbar in two days time, barring any unforeseen complications. That will give us enough time to come up with a contingency plan. But it has been an overly long and stressful day for all of us, I suggest we all get some rest. Dismissed.” Shamar and Maiko left the room with nary a backward glance.
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Sitting alone with Neroon in the conference room amplified my nerves, so that it was taking all of my concentration to keep my composure. I'm not sure if I did an adequate job because I couldn't help the nervous twitching of my leg under the table.
"Come. I will show you to my quarters, since you insist on guarding me while I sleep." I ignored Neroon's indignant grumbling as he led me out into the hallway.
"Look I'm sorry my presence inconveniences you and your wife, but I told Delenn that you would make it to the Ascension alive, and you will."
"That was the reason I specifically requested you at my side, I would have expected no less Marcus. I was simply trying to figure out Maiko's agenda from his reaction to you. But rest assured you are not disturbing me and I have no wife or consort to disturb. If I did they would be with me on this journey."
"What's the difference between a wife and a consort?" I asked, unfamiliar with the term, as it applied to Minbari.
"A consort is the male equivalent to a wife, or on Minbar, a life mate." Neroon explained as we took one last turn before we passed the guards and entered his quarters.
"I didn't think Minbari were that tolerant, especially considering I hadn't heard of any gay couples on Minbar during my anla'shoc training or since then," I ventured, all the while wondering how a thirty-three year old virgin got into a discussion on the merit of gay partners with a Minbari warrior who tried to kill me not too long ago.
"While it isn't common knowledge, it is highly respected among my people. In my case, a mate would take on the title of Caste Leader in my absence. These rights are unique to a consort... Take a seat while I get us a drink."
As he left the room I took stock of my surroundings. Where I expected to find Spartan design with just the essentials, I instead found Neroon's quarters charming. His furniture and trappings suggested a rich personality that I didn't know existed. Most of the furniture in the sitting room was comprised of wood with brown coverings. Overall Neroon's quarters were understated in the extreme. That is why I found myself studying a triangular table-shaped table with a delicate Minbari sculpture balanced precariously on top of it. I had to stare for a full minute before I realized that the 'table' was actually a piece of the statue. Neroon also had an artistically superior tapestry of Valen on one wall. If he only knew he was worshipping Sinclair. Before I could explore the room in detail, Neroon came back in carrying a cup in each hand. After handing me one glass, he sat down on the sofa gazing in my direction.
"Don't you want a family?" I questioned, bringing my mind back to the topic at hand.
"Of course, but I haven't found a worthy mate until recently and I am unsure of how to proceed." Neroon explained. For a second seemingly shy, but I must have imagined it.
"Just take it a step at a time. I am sure she-"
"He."
"...He will be overjoyed to be courted by a high ranking Minbari official." I exclaimed with false enthusiasm. "And if that doesn't work you can impress him with your sparkling personality." I really can't help the sarcasm when he's around me . . Grrr. And I was actually trying to be nice.
"He will just have to get to know me better then." Neroon responded, either not noticing or not caring about my implied insult, my guess would be the latter.
"Well now you have a plan." The rest of my undoubtedly witty comment was cut off by my jaw-cracking yawn.
"We have both had a long, and trying day. I suggest we retire for the night." Neroon said as he took the glass precariously held in my grasp and placed it on the table next to his own.
"Very well." As I bent down to grasp my carry-on bag I saw him smirking at me. He's planning very bad things I can tell.
"This way." Neroon gestured for me to follow him through the door. Once we entered the room Neroon gathered some pants from the bed and before I could do anything except stare at the 'single' bed in Neroon's room, he was already back from the wash room. Wearing indecently low pants might I add. As I saw his well-muscled chest for the first time my mouth went dry and I had to swallow before I could speak.
"Uh... What are you doing?" I managed to ask as Neroon practically stalked me across the room. He was standing at the border of my personal space before he answered.
"Getting ready for bed." He was still giving me that evil smirk, but now his eyes were twinkling mischievously. If his eyes could laugh I'm sure they would have been. My first thought upon seeing a half naked Minbari stalking me around the room, while silently laughing was to run away screaming. My second inclination was to jump him. I am an Anla'shoc warrior. We don't run away and we don't scream like little girls. Having solved that problem I was left with the other option. I don't jump people. I don't jump half naked Minbari gods. Especially not Neroon. Eek. Well having an argument with oneself is not conducive to making decisions. That is how I found myself staring at Neroon with a rather glazed look in my eyes while I was clenching and unclenching my fists.
"I assume you brought some clothes to sleep in?" Neroon questioned, thereby bringing me out of my trance.
"Yes, but-"
"The wash room is through there." Neroon said, gesturing to the door that he had re-entered from moments before. I had no choice but to follow his lead and enter the wash room. I changed into my black silk pajamas, making certain that every button on the shirt was done up, which was difficult because, for some unfathomable reason, my hands were trembling. I attributed it to Neroon's deliberately unnerving behavior, and my obvious lack of comfort with other people's exhibitionism. God, I sound like such a prude, not to mention a prat. As I returned to Neroon's bedroom, he was already lounging in bed with the lights dimmed, perfectly at ease with the situation. It made me want to hit him.
"Where should I sleep?" I questioned trying not to draw attention to the fact that I was blatantly ogling him.
"I thought that was obvious considering you are the one who wants to be within twenty feet of me at all times... Unless you would be more comfortable on the floor." Neroon queried with a soft chuckle. Fine time for the man to get a sense of humor.
Feeling foolish as it was, I didn't let myself curse him out, at least not verbally, which was my first inclination. Instead I glared at the obnoxious man and cautiously lay down under the covers as far away from him as possible. I wasn't sure what I was so nervous about, but when Neroon practically ignored my presence in his bed, I gradually started to relax. Surprisingly, Neroon's steady breathing had put me to sleep before I knew it.
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As I woke up, the first thought that entered my mind was that I was safe as well as warm. The second , which startled me awake was that someone was in bed with me. Since my higher brain functions were still sleeping it took me a few moments to remember where I was, and how I got there. Once I did however I carefully raised my head to take stock of my position. Somehow during the night Neroon and I had become practically entwined. That is how I found myself laying on top of him with his arms and legs wrapped securely around me. Since Neroon was still sleeping peacefully I tried to move slowly, in hopes of not waking him up. Unfortunately, every time I moved slightly Neroon would follow me. By the time I gave up and lay back down I was even more hopelessly entangled with Neroon than before, except this time I was also cocooned within the blanket as well. If I wasn’t so trusting, I would be suspicious right now. Grumbling all the while, I rested my head back on Neroon’s sturdy shoulder.
Trying not the touch someone while laying atop them is surprisingly difficult. That is why, after a moment of internal struggle, my rigid frame gradually relaxed so I was comfortably cushioned in Neroon’s warm embrace. Of course, I could have saved myself the trouble if I had just stayed where I was originally. For the most part I am a very private person, and this include physical distance as well, so I am not exactly comfortable in this kind of situation. When I was younger I wasn’t this way, but as I grew up that openness only caused me pain and heartache. Gradually I stopped socializing and now I barely let anyone close to me. So while I am friendly with everyone, I have few close friends, namely Stephen and Lennier. It can be lonely but for the most part I am used to it.
“We should get up soon, we have a very long day ahead of us.” Neroon suggested, startling me from my thought.
“Bloody Hell! How long have you been awake?” I asked while almost kneeing him in the groin because of my abrupt movements.
“Long enough.” Neroon murmured while gently caressing my hair and upper back, making no move to rise and begin the day.
Before I could get too uncomfortable with Neroon in such close proximity, he got up from the bed and made his way into the bathroom. Neroon exited the washroom in a robe, still damp from his shower and busied himself getting his clothes as I made my way into the still steam filled shower. Upon entering the living room, after donning my Anla’shoc uniform and cloak, I found Neroon immersed in conversation with Shamar about ship efficiency. Without breaking his train of thought Neroon gestured to the fruit on the table for me to eat. While I was eating the Minbari fruit, which tasted similar to a Earth melon, Neroon made plans to help mediate a dispute between two crewmen during the early morning hours.
“I planned on giving you a tour of the ship this morning, but it seems my diplomatic skills are needed elsewhere.” Neroon explained grandiosely while ignoring my disbelieving snort. “But this afternoon I will show you the essential stations, and perhaps the training room as well.”
“Oh goodie.” I responded with a straight face barely keeping myself from laughing at the overly exaggerated self-important look on Neroon’s face.
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Seven hours later laughter was the furthest thing from my mind. I had spent those hours standing guard exactly three feet behind and to the right of Neroon as he adeptly handled ship disputes, station reports, and a diplomatic meeting via commlink. I could only imagine how he felt considering I was ready to start pulling my hair out from boredom.
“Valen, just give me a fire fight!” I mumbled under my breath as the last minbari took his leave from the office. I didn’t realize I had spoken loud enough for Neroon to hear until he laughed in response.
“Being captain of a vessel this size does get tedious. A battle every now and then does tend to quell the boredom.”
“I would imagine.”
“Enough drivel, I promised you a tour earlier and a tour you shall have.” Neroon suddenly exclaimed gesturing me to lead him out of the room. “Unless you would like something to eat first.”
“I not that hungry, perhaps we can eat after the tour.” I suggested as we made our way down the hallway. “Perhaps we can walk up an appetite.”
With that though in mind Neroon proceeded to show me his ship. It was obvious in his gestures as he showed me the bridge that he was very proud of both ship and crew. Once we entered the bridge, his crew stood at attention until he gestured them to go back to work. It was obvious that this was were he was most comfortable. He inspired respect and friendship among all the bridge crew and the crew themselves were friendly yet efficient. Not quite what I would have expected when I first arrived. After the bridge, Neroon showed me the weapons system, crew quarters and the engine room. The ship was superior in many ways to other White Stars that I have seen, perhaps it was due to the relaxed atmosphere in the ship.
“The training room is our last stop on the tour, then we can retire to my quarters and eat. We should take it easy tonight. We will arrive on Minbar tomorrow morning, so there will be much to prepare.” Neroon explained while leading me through a short entryway into the main training area full of young minbari warriors.
“Perhaps we can spar a bit before dinner.” Neroon suggested gesturing to a pike fight already taking place on the mats in front of us. Of course. Getting my ass handed to me always helps me to build an appetite.
My scowl must have hinted at my train of thought because Neroon squeezed my shoulder as if to reassure me. “I hope never to have to fight you in earnest again, although I would be honored if you could show me a few of your rather unique techniques.” Neroon reiterated while I wondered why he seemed so sincere, considering after our last “earnest” fight I was the one laid up in Medlab for a week.
“Why not, at least I won’t be bored.”