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Marcus remained still and stoic while the young man got everything out of his system. He found a bit of admiration for him for standing up for himself, even if he didn't agree with what was being said. Everyone always thought the rules were dumb when they were in trouble for breaking them; no one wanted to stop and ask why that rule was important. Yet Marcus knew. He knew the Ark was in trouble and he knew things like this were not helping.

"I am not in the habit of explaining myself or the council to anyone--however, as you are clearly upset and seem to have forgotten what you should have learned in cadet training," or many he had not made it that far or maybe he had and just didn't care, "I will remind you that the Ark is not the Earth. We have limited space, limited food, limited air. It can produce only so much, and people like your sister put extra strain on it. An example must be made, or everyone would start breaking the rules and the Ark would falter under the weight." As it was now. "She will be given a fair trail, and we will look at everything when she turns 18."

"I'm fine," He said as he took a staggering step forward, and Marcus' hands came up to rest on his son's chest to steady him in case he fell. "Is she going to be alright?" Loyalty unto death. It was a trait he had admired in the old roman books he read as a child, and one that he admired in his children now--as well as was fighting against. "You can barley stand!" He told Bellamy, fisting his hands in Blake's shirt, and moving him toward a wall he could lean on.

Jackson spoke up at the moment, and Marcus' focused slipped from Bellamy to his daughter. 'She has lost a lot of blood. If we can't get some more in her quickly she wont make it.' Marcus looked at the girl for a moment and spoke, "Then do whatever you have to do. We don't have any limitations here. Every life matters." Jackson didn't move for a moment before he spoke, 'Do don't have any blood on hand to give her. She has a rare blood type, and she can only get that type of blood. I don't have time to go out and test everyone.' Which meant that his daughter was going to die--unless he was a watch. "What blood type?" Because his was rare too.

"You're not my father." So he did not know. It was just as well, they could deal with this together. And Marcus wasn't sure how he could--would--or wanted to deal with this right now. "Because if you really were, you wouldn't have let this happen." "I do not make the rules, nor do I have the authority to break them whenever it pleases me." Marcus didn't quite snap, but his voice was slightly louder, the emotional impact of standing before his son leaving him with less control then he had had before.

"Aurora told me that you were my son, when they were taking her to meet you at the chambers. I did not know before then that you were mine. Had I known, then things would be different." Mainly because there would have been no second child! He would have made sure of that! He also would have made sure that this was not the life they'd known! While he knew there was poverty on the Ark, he would not have allowed his SON---CHILDREN to live in it. "I wish I had known."

"What about my sister?" So much loyalty. It only made what he had to say a bit harder--more then a bit. It made it very hard. Still, if this was what saved his life, then he would do it. He had broken a few rules to get this done, and it was how it had to be. "Your sister will serve out her time, and when she is eighteen, we will review her case then. For now this is the only decision that has been made."

Only there was more too it. "As you did have some part in this, you will be put on some restrictions, the first is not associating with other known offenders." His sister. "Though we will allow you a chance to see her one last time." Another rule he was breaking, as no such allowance has been approved. He had not asked, knowing it would not have been. He was just doing it. "When she turned eighteen you can be a witness on her behalf, until then, as you both are on restrictions, you will not have visiting rights."

Marcus was watching the group of new trainees and trying to decide what to do with them. He had to job of taking them from trainees, to guardsmen. It wouldn't be easy, but he was going to do it! Right now Marcus was looking at them sparing with each other. Trying to sort out which ones had the natural skill to understand and master hand to hand combat, and which ones would need more training. Marcus never looked at a woman and though her naturally weaker, but he was aware that men were build different and there any training he gave the girls needed to be different--to better help them over power the men.

He had been were they were just five years ago, and in that five years he had begun to move up and others were taking notice. He followed the rules, and his orders without question. Marcus liked knowing what was and what wasn't allowed. He liked everything spelled out, and everyone know knowing what was happening. He liked to know what to expect--which was why when he got surprised he was either really surprised, or really displeased. In this case it was impressed. "Cadet Shumaway, Cadet Blake needs another partner." Marcus told him, wanting to see if she could do it with someone who was ready for her. Taking down one so large was impressive, but could she do it again?

There was sounds of upset coming from toward the gate, and Marcus began to run toward it to see what was happening. When he say Bellamy Blake carrying his sister, he felt his heart jump from his chest, and he took off at a run toward them. Others where surrounding them, but Marcus pushed through them and toward the injured siblings. He reached for her, knowing that Bellamy would not like giving her up. "Let me help, you can barley stand!" He demanded, before taking her and helping them move faster. "Get doctor Griffin, and Jackson--quickly!" He told someone--anyone---in the crowd before hurrying to the med bay.

Once there, he layed her down, and checked her pulse before looking at Bellamy. "What happened?" He was clearly hurt as well, and Marcus wished he had more medical training so he could understand how he was injured and how to help. Marcus' training was basic first aid--if something bleed you pressed on it with a clean cloth. If something was poking out, you didn't push it in. How to aid of someone was choking, and even basic CPR for if the shock batons were too much for someone. Nothing like how to look at someone and know how the save a life.

When Jackson came in, he went right for Octavia and Marcus moved to Bellamy's side, pulling him back just a little. "Where are you hurt?" Not are you hurt--just where are you hurt! He knew that if he asked the question the other way, Bellamy would dismiss it in favor of watching over his sister. It was one thing he loved most about his children--at least he thought they were his children with enough certainty that he call them thus in his head--was that they would do anything for family.

How did one even hide a child for 16 years? Under a floor, no less. It was impressive, and the fact that they were Blakes told he everything he needed to know about their resourcefulness. He had known her, even had come to love her in a way once. Long a ago. 16 years. It almost seemed as if he was thinking about someone else.

Marcus walked down the hall and nodded to his men to let him into the holding cell with Bellamy Blake. Once he was in the room, Marcus stood there, his hands folded behind his back while he waited for Bellamy to look up at him. He could see the sorrow in the boy's face and regretted he was about to make it worse, but the rules would bend for no one.

Almost no one. Bellamy would not be floated, for Marcus had often wondered if Bellamy could be his son, and for that he had proposed another deal. One that would punish more then floating would teach a lesson. "The council has decided that they will not have you floated. They have decided to spare you, since the crime was your mothers." He explained, being direct and wanting to make sure Bellamy knew what this talk was about.