ItLoTM: Chapter Two
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shakatanyTitle: In the Light of Two Moons
Author: Shakatany
Series: Babylon 5
Pairing: Neroon/?
Rating: FRT
Chapters: 2/?
Disclaimer: These stories are not meant to infringe upon the copyrights held by J. Michael Straczynski, Kathryn M. Drennan, Babylonian Inc. or Time Warner Productions. I'm merely playing with what they've apparently abandoned, adding my own take on that universe. It's not my fault...my muse is forcing me to do it.
Summary: After "Objects at Rest" John and Delenn find that once again the dead do not stay dead.
Note: This fic is dedicated to John Vickery who has been described as having a voice that could melt the underwear off a cloistered nun at 50 paces. So very true.
Chapter 2
Approaching the complex as the sun began to peek over the horizon, Dancer saw that some of those she called her companions-in-misery were already up and about, preparing for their day in the Pit. She carefully landed near the inquisition center-turned-infirmary and a few of them, seeing her land, ran towards the airsled. Anyani disembarked and walked back to what they called the office building which they'd made into their home - such as it was. She clearly thought her mission was done.
Tr'gan was the first to reach them, and upon seeing the injured Minbari, began to examine him. Grefna, the Drazi spokesman was not far behind her and asked, "Who is this? Where did you find him?"
With a quick look at Anyani's retreating back, Dancer replied, "Anyani had one of her visions." The others exchanged glances. In the time since the Departure they'd learned that Anyani frequently had visions; often they came true but occasionally they were drastically wrong. "We took the airsled and found him. I think he may have crashed near the shore in a lifepod."
"Do you think he was able to send a distress signal?"
"You'll have to ask him," Dancer replied, hoping there would be some way for the Minbari, with his moral code, to bend the truth a bit...no, a lot. Grefna nodded and left to join his fellow Drazi already in their airsled.
"Well unless we get him inside he will never tell anyone anything ever again." Tr'gan said as she scooped up the Minbari and carried him inside, depositing him on one of the tables which had once served the Shadows in their prisoner interrogations. Dancer shivered in the heat as she tried to block out her memories of those occasions. "Help me get the remains of his clothes off so we can place him in the tank and pray that the contents are still potent."
Together Dancer and Tr'gan swiftly removed the rags of cloth and leather. Most of the damage was to his exposed skin; the parts that were covered had only minor burns here and there. The infirmary had been refurbished shortly before the Departure when badly injured personnel were brought to Limbo to be healed. Some of the apparatus were still functioning. Hopefully the bathtub-size tank still was. Once again Tr'Gan lifted him and placed him gently in the tank which contained some sort of healing gel, pressing the control button to start the process. Immediately swirls and eddies began to appear in the gel as he sank to the bottom, completely submerged in the rust-colored gel which was somehow breathable. "Does it still heal?"
"Who knows? We'll just have to give it some time and see. You might as well go eat something - remember what you said about eating for two."
Dancer looked at the barely visible figure in the tank and sighed. If nothing else, at least he could tell them what was happening in the rest of the galaxy and why the Shadows had departed so abruptly, never to return. Then babe-within made her presence known again and she hurried off to relieve herself and find breakfast.
Sitting in what they called the main office trying to digest the mealbar - it was getting too hot for an instaheat - she thought about the past few hours since the Minbari appeared on Limbo. Waiting would be hard. She wanted answers...now. Unless it was some trick and Anyani was wrong, he'd somehow teleported from Minbar to here. Dancer remembered the winter-break when they were snowed-in in Boston and had spent the time watching old vids including one about a star gate or something. Could such a device really exist? The physicists said not but they had been wrong before. However if the Minbari had it why hadn't they used it before now?
How long did she have before babe-within decided to make her appearance? She didn't know the length of her imprisonment by the Shadows nor how long a Limbo day actually was. It definitely was longer than a Minbari day but shorter than an Earth one. The others had their own opinions and they had yet to find a working chronometer.
Tr'Gan was the nearest thing they had to a doctor but her field of expertise was Narn biology not human. Anyani claimed to have attended births in the palace including that of the current emperor - when Grefna heard that he said she should've strangled him at birth as it would've saved the galaxy a lot of misery.
Dancer tried to remember all that she'd learned hanging around her mother's clinic in Hong Kong so many years ago. However, even then, she'd been focused upon going to space and paid only casual attention. A few days ago she thought she felt what was called lightening as the baby settled lower in her pelvis and the Braxton-Hicks contractions were coming more frequently. She knew that women had given birth in fields and other primitive conditions throughout history but she was also aware of the death rate for women and babies under those circumstances. I want my mother. But her mother was long dead and any advanced medical help was light years away. Her worst fear was that she might die and the baby live, left in the care of aliens who had little knowledge of how to care for a human baby and who might decide it was contrary to their own survival, wasting precious resources.
Hoping to get her mind off her fears, she rose and crumbled the instaheat container, placing it in the recycle bin and went to help Anyani, who by now, would be at work over at the hanger sorting through the gleanings scavenged by the others in the Pit. Her experience as chatelaine in the royal palace was surprisingly helpful in cataloging and storing the goods from the Pit and their survival lay in those goods.
Author: Shakatany
Series: Babylon 5
Pairing: Neroon/?
Rating: FRT
Chapters: 2/?
Disclaimer: These stories are not meant to infringe upon the copyrights held by J. Michael Straczynski, Kathryn M. Drennan, Babylonian Inc. or Time Warner Productions. I'm merely playing with what they've apparently abandoned, adding my own take on that universe. It's not my fault...my muse is forcing me to do it.
Summary: After "Objects at Rest" John and Delenn find that once again the dead do not stay dead.
Note: This fic is dedicated to John Vickery who has been described as having a voice that could melt the underwear off a cloistered nun at 50 paces. So very true.
In the light of two moons
crystal mountains gleam
crystal mountains gleam
within their hearts
no shadows fall
--Shaal Mayan
no shadows fall
--Shaal Mayan
Chapter 2
Approaching the complex as the sun began to peek over the horizon, Dancer saw that some of those she called her companions-in-misery were already up and about, preparing for their day in the Pit. She carefully landed near the inquisition center-turned-infirmary and a few of them, seeing her land, ran towards the airsled. Anyani disembarked and walked back to what they called the office building which they'd made into their home - such as it was. She clearly thought her mission was done.
Tr'gan was the first to reach them, and upon seeing the injured Minbari, began to examine him. Grefna, the Drazi spokesman was not far behind her and asked, "Who is this? Where did you find him?"
With a quick look at Anyani's retreating back, Dancer replied, "Anyani had one of her visions." The others exchanged glances. In the time since the Departure they'd learned that Anyani frequently had visions; often they came true but occasionally they were drastically wrong. "We took the airsled and found him. I think he may have crashed near the shore in a lifepod."
"Do you think he was able to send a distress signal?"
"You'll have to ask him," Dancer replied, hoping there would be some way for the Minbari, with his moral code, to bend the truth a bit...no, a lot. Grefna nodded and left to join his fellow Drazi already in their airsled.
"Well unless we get him inside he will never tell anyone anything ever again." Tr'gan said as she scooped up the Minbari and carried him inside, depositing him on one of the tables which had once served the Shadows in their prisoner interrogations. Dancer shivered in the heat as she tried to block out her memories of those occasions. "Help me get the remains of his clothes off so we can place him in the tank and pray that the contents are still potent."
Together Dancer and Tr'gan swiftly removed the rags of cloth and leather. Most of the damage was to his exposed skin; the parts that were covered had only minor burns here and there. The infirmary had been refurbished shortly before the Departure when badly injured personnel were brought to Limbo to be healed. Some of the apparatus were still functioning. Hopefully the bathtub-size tank still was. Once again Tr'Gan lifted him and placed him gently in the tank which contained some sort of healing gel, pressing the control button to start the process. Immediately swirls and eddies began to appear in the gel as he sank to the bottom, completely submerged in the rust-colored gel which was somehow breathable. "Does it still heal?"
"Who knows? We'll just have to give it some time and see. You might as well go eat something - remember what you said about eating for two."
Dancer looked at the barely visible figure in the tank and sighed. If nothing else, at least he could tell them what was happening in the rest of the galaxy and why the Shadows had departed so abruptly, never to return. Then babe-within made her presence known again and she hurried off to relieve herself and find breakfast.
Sitting in what they called the main office trying to digest the mealbar - it was getting too hot for an instaheat - she thought about the past few hours since the Minbari appeared on Limbo. Waiting would be hard. She wanted answers...now. Unless it was some trick and Anyani was wrong, he'd somehow teleported from Minbar to here. Dancer remembered the winter-break when they were snowed-in in Boston and had spent the time watching old vids including one about a star gate or something. Could such a device really exist? The physicists said not but they had been wrong before. However if the Minbari had it why hadn't they used it before now?
How long did she have before babe-within decided to make her appearance? She didn't know the length of her imprisonment by the Shadows nor how long a Limbo day actually was. It definitely was longer than a Minbari day but shorter than an Earth one. The others had their own opinions and they had yet to find a working chronometer.
Tr'Gan was the nearest thing they had to a doctor but her field of expertise was Narn biology not human. Anyani claimed to have attended births in the palace including that of the current emperor - when Grefna heard that he said she should've strangled him at birth as it would've saved the galaxy a lot of misery.
Dancer tried to remember all that she'd learned hanging around her mother's clinic in Hong Kong so many years ago. However, even then, she'd been focused upon going to space and paid only casual attention. A few days ago she thought she felt what was called lightening as the baby settled lower in her pelvis and the Braxton-Hicks contractions were coming more frequently. She knew that women had given birth in fields and other primitive conditions throughout history but she was also aware of the death rate for women and babies under those circumstances. I want my mother. But her mother was long dead and any advanced medical help was light years away. Her worst fear was that she might die and the baby live, left in the care of aliens who had little knowledge of how to care for a human baby and who might decide it was contrary to their own survival, wasting precious resources.
Hoping to get her mind off her fears, she rose and crumbled the instaheat container, placing it in the recycle bin and went to help Anyani, who by now, would be at work over at the hanger sorting through the gleanings scavenged by the others in the Pit. Her experience as chatelaine in the royal palace was surprisingly helpful in cataloging and storing the goods from the Pit and their survival lay in those goods.
