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Legate DamarWe all remember are former leader Legate DamarLegate Damar by ~Skargill
Who thought with the Dominion Cardassia would go far
The truth was obscene
They gave our worlds to Breen
This alliance would leave us without even a home star
His wealth and privilege did not make him content
In fact he was determined to make amends and repent
It was no longer ideal
To lick Vorta boot heel
He would make the changelings pay for the blood they spent
To betray in deepest consequenTo betray in deepest consequence: an alternative DS9 ending.To betray in deepest consequen by ~ThorDamar
"On the other hand, they are just as likely to convince you to betray us!" Weyoun sneered.
Legate Broca, formally of the Third order, son of the legendary Gul Herok Broca and now the leader of the glorious Cardassian Union, had picked a odd moment to have a sudden epiphany.
This isn’t going the way I thought it would. Perhaps the alliance had not been the best of ideas and it should have been someone else here today. What do I do now? Broca knew that he had a reputation for a certain lack of intellectual rigour and that he was considered to have coasted on his families long and stalwart service to the Union, riding his father’s coattails into a Gulhood but he had
Cardassian SocietyCardassian UnionCardassian Society by ~Skargill
Nest of Fascistic Vipers
Divided in three
The Central Command
Protecting Cardassian space
From the Outer threat
Trading freedom for control
Between these two vipers stands
Ignored for now
The Desolate Vigil, Part IV: FlightIt had been a little over three weeks since he found himself out in the desert of Kurab…and for the first time, he was finally beginning to feel like he understood—at least somewhat—the purpose behind the various tasks the people of Kekil-haaf had set for him. A tiny thrill of excitement ran up Dukat’s spine and down his neck ridges, and a tiny smile stretched his grey lips.The Desolate Vigil, Part IV: Flight by *NerysGhemor
He had learned, so far, how to prepare a number of recipes, once given the ingredients, he had learned how to pitch and break down a Kurabda tent, and other basic tasks needed for daily life in the camp. Lehnedrel had even set him to work mending the suit he’d worn in his flight from Culat. While replicators had never been as ubiquitous on Cardăsa Terăm as they were reputed to be in the Vedrayçda worlds, for a well-off family like the Dukats, clothes that were old or in rough shape were—depending on wearability—either donated or thrown out. Other
The Desolate Vigil, Part VII: SerenityPart VII SerenityThe Desolate Vigil, Part VII: Serenity by *NerysGhemor
With directions from the Sokol-haaf, Dukat and Gharumef had saddled a riding hound the next day—Yaaras, this time—and left camp the very next morning. Taking leave of the people who had taken him in for the past six months proved more difficult than Dukat would ever have anticipated…though the words of Rulaahan provided him at least some consolation. This would not be their final parting.
You are a son to us now, Skrain—free to use anything we have taught you or given you, to dress as one of us if you wish. You will never be a stranger to the people of Kekil-haaf. You know our ways…you know how to find us. If we can help you to free our world…simply ask.
Their journey had lasted the better part of a week; without the encumbrances of the entire tribe, they covered the wilderness territory much faster than they had on the migration. The lights of the city still weren’t visible from
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