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The Luck of the Irish
By Lady Q
Loud music spilled through the doorway as Neroon entered the
establishment. He paused in the doorway listing to the strange lively
music before he moved towards the side.
`Where are you,' he asked himself as he scanned the crowed looking for
his contact.
Things were getting worse down on Minbar and now that he was Shai Aylt
he and Deleen could begin important negotiations between the two castes.
However they had a problem, He and Deleen hated each other and in
order for them to be in the same room and not kill each other they
needed a third party to help them to not kill the other. So they
agreed on one point. They both wanted the third party to be human
unfortunately for them that was the only thing they agreed on.
She wanted Starkiller to be on the negotiations . Neroon refused to be
even in the same room with the man who killed his people.
So Deleen offered to ask Garibaldi and Neroon refused on the count
that he didn't trust the man do to his past experience with working
him on occasion.
So she offered to ask Susan and Neroon agreed to her because he had
seen her in action and approved of her warrior like mind. However,
Susan was not in agreement with them and simply said, "No, due to the
fact that as soon I was in the same room with you two I would space
each of you in two minutes flat."
So that left one other person that they could turn to whom they both
agreed would be able to stop them in their fighting and be able to
point the way to a better conclusion and that person was, Marcus.
So when they asked security where he was, they replied that today was
St. Patrick's Day and Marcus was down below celebrating the holiday
with everyone else.
So here he was looking for his friend, future lover and future mate
once all of these boring negotiations were out of the way and he could
safely pursue his lover with out worrying about being killed in the
process.
A noise brought him out of his musings and caused him to look and he
smiled when he caught sight of Marcus as he jumped from his chair and
slammed his glass filled with green liquid and proceed to do what
Neroon thought was strange warrior dance where only your feet moved
and nothing else moved.
Quickly he moved over towards Marcus table and waited for the strange
dance of fast moving feet to finish.
Marcus gave a yelp of joy as he finished the Irish dancing and noticed
Neroon standing at his table.
"Neroon, I didn't know you were Irish," Marcus teasingly called out to
his friend as he neared his table.
Neroon smiled at him as he came closer towards his table, "Marcus,
what is all of this?" He asked as motioned towards the laughing crowed
of red headed humans who all seemed to be dressed in some color of green.
"It's St. Patrick's day, Neroon, A human day of celebration for people
of Irish decent. The Irish are a group of people who come from a
country located on Earth."
More strange music started up as some more people began that strange
warrior dance. "What is this strange music that they are playing and
what is the purpose of that strange warrior dance you were doing?"
Marcus softly laughed at Neroon's choice of words to describe the
Irish jig, "This, my friend is music from my home country of Ireland
and the dance I was doing is called an Irish jig and has nothing to do
with fighting other then to teach us how to move our feet.
"Now, tell me Neroon what is it you want and I wouldn't be drinking
that if I were you," He said as he quickly stopped Neroon from
drinking the green beer.
"What is it?"
"That my friend is green beer and has alcohol in it so you shouldn't
even be near the stuff."
"Ahh, I am here to take you Deleen's quarters, we need you to help us
to begin negotiations between the two castes."
Marcus smiled as took a sip of his green beer, "In short you need
someone there to stop you from killing each other."
"You are as always very perceptive, my friend."
Marcus softly laughed as he swong his arm around Neroon's shoulders as
they began to leave the little Irish pub that he had found down below
and head for Deleen's quarters.
"Come, Neroon let us begin these negotiations between you and Deleen so
that you can finish them and begin your pursuit of my heart."
Neroon paused as he looked down into laughing green eyes, "You know of
my intentions!" he softly exclaimed.
"Neroon, I am a ranger after all. Now I wouldn't be a very good ranger
if I didn't know of this information," he said with a cheeky grin
"Now today is St. Patrick's day," Marcus stated as he gave his future
lover a kiss on the cheek. "And I am Irish and so I will bring the
luck of the Irish with us into these negotiations in hopes that we can
quickly finish them and go on to more happier pursuits," Marcus said
as he took Neroon's hand in his and headed towards Deleen's quarters.
The End