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Sign Challenge: Babylon 5: Bitter Revelation
Title: Bitter Revelation
Fandom: Babylon 5
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Neroon
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Spoilers/Setting: Grey 17 is Missing.
Summary: Neroon has no choice but to accept that he’s lost. For now.
Content Notes: None needed.
Written For: Challenge 477: Amnesty 79, using Challenge 472: Sign.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Babylon 5, or the characters. They belong to J. Michael Straczynski.
A/N: Double drabble.
As unwilling as he was to accept it, Neroon could not ignore the facts. That this… human should be willing to sacrifice his own life to ensure the initiation ceremony was not interrupted, denying Neroon the opportunity to voice his objections… It was a sign, evidence of something he had not permitted himself to consider, and would have preferred to remain unaware of, but the simple truth was that Delenn had the support of the Rangers, human, Minbari, and whatever other races had been permitted to join.
Neroon did not.
By rights, the warrior caste should have been in charge of the Rangers from their inception, but Delenn had done many things in recent months that went against custom and logic. Allowing herself to be transformed into something neither Minbari nor human, authorising the construction of a fleet of warships, breaking the Grey Council, all conveniently in the name of prophecy. And now this.
It galled Neroon to realise she had won again, that she was wielding power that should never be in the hands of a religious zealot such as herself. He’d never trusted the religious caste, and yet… The Rangers would die for Delenn, but not for him.
The End
Neroon did not.
By rights, the warrior caste should have been in charge of the Rangers from their inception, but Delenn had done many things in recent months that went against custom and logic. Allowing herself to be transformed into something neither Minbari nor human, authorising the construction of a fleet of warships, breaking the Grey Council, all conveniently in the name of prophecy. And now this.
It galled Neroon to realise she had won again, that she was wielding power that should never be in the hands of a religious zealot such as herself. He’d never trusted the religious caste, and yet… The Rangers would die for Delenn, but not for him.
The End