B5 Double Drabble: A Matter Of Honor

[badly_knitted]

 


Title: A Matter Of Honor
Fandom: Babylon 5
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Delenn, Neroon.
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Setting: Legacies.
Summary: Delenn knows exactly what has become of Branmer’s body.
Written For: Challenge 417: Amnesty 69 at fan_flashworks, using Challenge 196: Thief.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Babylon 5, or the characters. They belong to J. Michael Straczynski.
A/N: Double drabble and a half, 250 words.
 
 

It is unbecoming for a Minbari, most especially someone of her exalted status, to resort to theft, and yet Delenn feels there is no other option. Branmer was of the religious caste, and yet Alit Neroon has the presumption to parade his body from world to world, going against everything that Branmer himself would have wanted. He is not honouring a fallen warrior, rather he is desecrating the memory of a great leader who fought because he had to, but valued peace above all else.

 
It is not difficult to slip into the chamber where Branmer’s body lies in state, to spirit him away, and cremate him. It is, however unsavoury, the right thing to do. Although it is regrettable that her act causes problems at a diplomatic level for Commander Sinclair, she is certain any ruffled feathers can be smoothed, and whatever explanation she chooses to promote concerning the disappearance will in time be accepted by Neroon and his followers.

 
Unfortunately, when a young, untrained human telepath accidentally exposes the truth, Neroon proves more difficult to placate than Delenn had hoped, her standing as a member of the Grey Council being all that persuades him to follow her orders.

 
Neroon will not forget. It is possible that at some time in the future they might clash again, but that is a problem for another time. For the moment, all that matters is that she has done as the Shai Alit would have wished. It was not theft, but liberation.
 

 
The End
 



 
 
 
 

Comments

[badly_knitted]

I never had a lot of friends in real life. I had one friend at school, but she got married 40 years ago, had kids, and now lives far away, while I never left the nest, never wanted to be responsible for another human life, and ended up being full-time carer for my mum. She could be a very difficult person, but we still very close, and I miss her every day. It's been over 9 years, but still...

I'm lucky in that I have three very good internet friends who I've been friends with for many years. Others though, they seem to come and go. One I'm pretty sure passed away, she was at least 10 years older than me and had already suffered one stroke. She just stopped commenting one day, when she'd always been the first to comment on my fics. It is very sad.

Haha! Well, you're not missing anything important, and if I ever get the chance to re-watch, I think I'll skip the first episode too. If it was made today, I think the first episode would kill the show before it could get off the ground.

My poor brain feels that way... So many ideas, all at once. I can't possibly cope with all of them. The plot bunnies are out of control!😶

[kitarella_imagines]

I'm sorry about your mum, I don't think we ever 'get over' losing someone, no matter how hard other people push us to do so. We just learn to live with the gap in our lives 😔

It's certainly a strange old world these days, never knowing what happens to our friends or even relatives. Everything is temporary, insecure and scary IMO.

[badly_knitted]

I think that's why anxiety is so bad these days. There's so much to be scared of and it's valid.

Thank you. I still live in the same house, so the memories are everywhere, which is comforting.

[kitarella_imagines]

That is a very good point about anxiety these days!

That must be nice to be in the same house. I wish I could move back to my home area but it isn't viable at the moment 😕

[badly_knitted]

Has to be a reason why so many people are dealing with increasing anxiety levels, myself among them.

I just never left. My parents moved in here 2 months before I was born, and I've been here ever since. I've lived here longer than anyone else on my street.

[kitarella_imagines]

That sounds so nice to still be in your family home. We had a lovely family home with a big garden, then my dad died and we had to move somewhere else. The next house was nice but it wasn't really my family home.

[badly_knitted]

This is a smallish house, and it boggles my mind to think four people used to live here - I have no idea how we fitted, lol! There's barely enough room for me and all my stuff. The garden is a decent size but not overly big. Unfortunately it got badly neglected while I was looking after mum. I'd ben making some progress at wresting it back from the undergrowth, but what with last summer and the past winter being so wet, I haven't managed to do much out there over the last 12 months and the brambles are taking over again.

I think there's always something special about the house you grow up in. So many memories there. Such a shame you had to move away.