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Napremâs stomach is twisting itself into knots as anger and shame war for control of her â the rage is still dancing like electricity over her skin, but as soon as Macet mentions Athra, the shame in her blood turns to lead. She turns her face, averting her eyes for the first time since she ran into him. It courses through her; it consumes her.
He just had to mention Athra.
âIâve never claimed they did,â she says of the insults. She doesnât bother to say that hearing them from the mouth of a Dukat â very less from a man who looks so much like Skrain itâs like talking to his much more reasonable doppelganger â hurts much worse than she anticipated it would. She doesnât bother to mention that, for all the bitter things Macet has to say of Skrainâs lack of honor and lack of faithfulness, Skrain can still rely on his love and loyalty as family.
âI havenât vilified anyone,â she says, because she hasnât â save, perhaps, for him. âAnd I havenât denied any wrongdoing â Iâve candidly admitted to what I did. And I never had any expectation that my daughter would be accepted into the Dukat household â I wasnât delusional.â She shakes her head a little.Â
âBut,â and it aches to say, âfor all your disregard of him â and it is earned⌠Skrain never cast off the bonds of fatherhood, simply because it was inconvenient to him. Yes, he hid us away â but if heâd wanted us gone, it wouldâve been simple to turn us out and let us disappear. He hid us. He kept us safe. When he found Ziyal on Dozaria â he couldâve done anything. I wasnât there to protect her. I never had any expectation that heâd try to make her a part of his real family.â Not after everything that had happened between them.
âBut he did. Because at the end of the day, Skrain â is a good father. To all his children. Inherited and biological, convenient and not.â
She looks at Macet when she says this, but she canât maintain eye contact. Sheâs lost the strength her anger afforded her.
âMy daughter never did anything wrong. She didnât ask to be born. Obviously, I understand how difficult it must be to make peace with her existence, and I wonât ask you to be quick about it â but laying the blame for my actions at her feet is unconscionable. She had nothing. She had nothing. And she was just a child â she was Skrainâs. Child. You were the only family she had left in the world. And if I hadnât come backâŚâÂ
She stops, shakes her head.Â
âIf I hadnât come back, sheâd have had no family at all.â
Her shame is making her whole body ache â her anger and her sadness are collecting, like rainwater, in the hollow of her chest. She closes her eyes outright, puts a hand to her head. Everything sheâs put that woman through â her guilt is eating her alive.
âI never set out to hurt anyone,â she says, almost to herself. âHonestly, I â when I died, I really thought that was it. I thought, well⌠at least Iâm through making poor Athra Dukat suffer.â She shakes her head. She folds her arms around her chest. âBut I shouldâve known better. Asking others to be willing to do what you would do in their place⌠itâs too much. Iâm not being facetious. Itâs⌠too much. Itâs too much to ask.â
It was rewarding to see that his tactic had worked not simply because it put an end to their fight, but also because it allowed them a chance to talk. As real people, who both held shame and regret for that which had been done over the years.
âI believe we can agree on that matter. I hold no issue with her existence--not the way my aunt or Athra do. But it is hard to look at her and not see Skrainâs failings in life. From the affair to shipping his child off to remain hidden for life with you to his admission of it all, she is the product of dozens of selfish decisions. And I suppose I pity her for that as, by all accounts, she loves him. Foolishly so.â Much like they all foolishly loved Skrain for their own reasons in his family.Â
At least, they had once upon a time. Now, it was harder and harder to think of the man responsible for so much trouble as the cousin he had grown up thinking of like a brother. It was unfortunate to say the least, though he tried not to think too hard about it.
"I can not speak for all of Cardassia, but I know for myself and my crew, we never wanted to hurt anyone either. It was a side effect of the war and the Occupation and the following war,â he said bluntly. It was just a fact--not an excuse--for what had been done in his eyes. âAnd for all of Athraâs suffering at the hands of my cousinâs affairs, your part in it was... distanced. Itâs easy to hurt those you donât have to see face to face, those you donât know. Much like taking a life, itâs harder to do when you have to face your victim.â
And that personal experience with the latter was enough to make him go quiet as a pensive look settled on his face. Not one to fidget, he stood still, staring at the ground for a second, then two, then finally looking back at her and letting out a small sigh.
Cruelty was not in his nature. Not by choice. Hesitantly, he placed a hand on her shoulder, eyes pleading with her to remain--to let him share his peace.
âIt is fortunate that your daughter has you in her life again. One constant seems to be that Skrainâs children require their mothers to lead them in a way their father can--will not, for whatever reason.â
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âWe (do not) live to serve the Founders in all things.â | About 1Â | About 2 |Â Verses
Irsam of the Telik-Hepat
Birthplace: Norat, Daniru, Aulia, Rigel A circa 2173
Parents:Â Konash (father), Tishka (mother, deceased)
Siblings: Garrel, Nikta, Vaaliz, Saishess, Lesho, Kittol
Spouse: Venna (divorced), Tihotha (divorced), Ashista Mizach (divorced)
Children: Hidi (Daughter/Venna), Ijeen  Sakal (Sons/Tihotha), Ayur, Ebal, Okodi (Daughter, Daughter, Son/Ashista)
Occupation:Â Security for the Orion Syndicate/Mercenary
Faceclaim: Darren E. Scott
The eldest son of Konash and his first wife, Tishka, Irsam was raised like all kaylar to be a warrior and instilled with the could of his people. As a son, he was the ideal and as a brother, he helped to raise his younger siblings--especially after the passing of his mother when he was around the Terran age of twenty. Yet, he handled it well. He helped his father maintain their family until he remarried and even helped his fatherâs new wife in the care of their children.
By time he was in his forties, he chose to leave Aulia to work on another nearby planets. This work put him in the service of the Romulans and Klingons and even the occasional human, but it wasnât until he wound up working for the Orion Syndicate did problems arise. To work for the Syndicate was to sell oneâs soul in a number of ways and Irsam gave willingly. To him, being a mercenary was the same across the board--a lie everyone in the sector knew--yet he still chose the path of the Orions. Because of this Irsam lives a well off life, providing for his many families, but as far as his fatherâs family is concerned, his contact with them is to be limited for his sake and the sake of the family.
Everyone aged quite a bit during the Occupation and following war with the Federation, but Skrain, Akellen and Elim managed to remain ageless gods through it all. Thatâs a real skill.
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Naprem shook her head, almost shaking â itâs been a long time since sheâs been forced to bear the full brunt of someone elseâs assumptions about her. Most people keep their opinions to themselves nowadays. But Cardassians, she knows, have long memories.
It isnât that she feels no embarrassment, no shame; she does, of course she does. She feels shame, and guilt, and regret, and she did then too, mostly for the same reasons. Sheâd never intended to be the person Skrain Dukat made her into. Sheâd been a person, before him â a degraded one, albeit â but now, in the eyes of many, her personhood came second to her status as his.Â
And how good those people still managed to feel about themselves, all the while.
âI donât want your sympathy,â she scoffs. âI have no use for the sympathy of a man who knows less than nothing about me. Iâve never asked anyone to feel sorry for me â as much as you seem to want to act like I paraded myself around, broke down the door of the Dukat Legacy House and made myself a seat at the dinner table, Iâve never done anything wrong by you but exist. You made up your mind about me without ever meeting me â without once availing yourself of the fact that it wasnât my duty to remain loyal to your family.â
She looks away, seething and â though she hates to admit it, or wear it on her face â hurt. How many strangers will she have to answer to, in her life? How many times must she defend herself against the presumption of her own dastardly disposition?
âIâm only sorry I canât possibly be the villain youâd like me to be. Itâs a bit too much to live up to â being a vile temptress or a routine seductress of married men seems like it would demand quite a bit of work. I suppose I have no choice but to live out the boring reality of strangers constantly accusing me of a dearth of moral fiber while simultaneously detailing â for all to hear â their most sordid assumptions of what, exactly, my sleeping with Skrain would entail. Your particular fantasy is so far off the mark that I wouldnât be offended, but that you seem to have been in a prime position to know the truth, but decided not to. I can only assume it would have bothered you to acknowledge that he pursued me.
âAnd while weâre on the subject of the truth: you donât tell me how to feel about the Occupation. What I did is my own business, and I can feel about it what I like, but Iâll be damned if youâre going to come in here and presume to know more than I do about the nature of Cardassian oppression. I can criticize the power that robbed me of my home, my livelihood, and fifty years of my life without asking your permission.
âYes, I let the Occupation change me. Thatâs what you did during the Occupation. You adapted. You changed. You became somebody you couldnât recognize â you sacrificed what little dignity you had to be with a man simply because he seemed to respect you and value your opinion. And let me tell you, Gul Macet, since you place such a low premium on kindness â itâs clear you havenât spent decades of your life without it, before.â
âYou seem to labor under the impression that you are without blame for the sake of being victim to he Occupation. I donât villainize you for being some seductress or for the false idea of chasing after Skrain--I villainize you for being you. Does that make sense? Lay with him once or a thousand times, the problem is that you laid with him. That you gave into him because it takes two to have an affair. I understand the power imbalances and my cousinâs charm. I understand that you both fancied yourselves in love and that he cared for you. So be it. But my loyalty to his wife--my family--does not allow for any need to distinguish how guilty you are of the crimes. Only that you are and your daughter is proof of that.â
He stroked his fingers along his beard. The conversation was a stalemate, that much was clear, but ever the tactician, Macet knew when to change manouvers. Dropping his hand back to his side, he held her gaze as he spoke.
"Let me tell you something, you have certainly never heard: when I say family is first, I mean it. I love Skrain as a brother and his children like my own. The older ones call me their uncle. When his one of children, a son, with Athra died not long after birth... You canât imagine how painful that was for all of us, let alone them. Procal Dukat, would have been his name according to my uncle--a cursed name,â Akellen said with a bitter laugh. Then, remembering who he was speaking to, he shook his head. âBut I digress. The fact is I donât know your side and I donât want to. I donât need to. I have years of watching Dukat and Athra, envying them and their happiness. Pitying her for being yet another of his victims long before she even knew, before you even came into the picture. Or before she had proof. I love her the same way I love him. Athra is a bold woman you see--even in kicking him out of his own home and taking all seven of their children. The same mus be said for my aunt in disowning her son for his conduct on Bajor.
âWomen on Cardassia are far smarter and more powerful than even Cardassian men give them credit for and they are worth the weight of the planet in latinum to most men.â He took a step closer to her, tilting his head slightly so that way he wasnât looking down his nose at her. âYet these very bold women are people I have only heard you vilify for being upset over your daughter as though she is not proof of infidelity, abuse of power and many more crimes that are not befitting our race and show what kind of man Skrain is. And you do this because you hold no loyalty to them, because they didnât approve of your daughter. So, clearly we both enjoy speaking of matters we have no personal knowledge of and display a great deal of unkindness on that subject. And please donât insult us both by pretending whatever bedroom talks you held with Skrain count as knowledge of anything,â he said, holding up a hand in hopes that she wouldnât even try.
"The only difference is, I can admit I lack first hand knowledge on the matter of Bajor and the Occupation. I spent that time serving Legate Ghemor and fighting a war right when Cardassia was finding its feet again and struggling like everyone else along that forsaken border to maintain peace with the Federation while still following my orders. My knowledge comes from Skrain and having my name sullied by association to him and our similar appearance. From those like my cousin in Central Command who spent the Occupation on their backs instead of on the front line. So if what I know isnât up to your esteem, continue o tell me as much, but donât pretend these assumptions and insults only come from me.â
melodrama starters
warning for some nsfw content & alcohol.
I know about what you did.
I wanna scream the truth.
She thinks you love the beach.
Youâre such a damn liar.
Thought you said that you would always be in love.
Youâre not in love.
Did it frighten you?
Iâll come get my things.
I canât let go.
I wish I could get my things and just let go.
My hips have missed your hips.
Will you sway with me?
I know youâre feeling it too.
Can we keep up with the ruse?
I know this story by heart.
Jack and Jill get fucked up and possessive when it gets dark.
We know that itâs over in the morning.
Donât know you super well, but I think that you might be the same as me.
Letâs let things come out of the woodwork.
Yeah, awesome right?
You know I think youâre awesome, right?
I guess weâre partying.
Now you know itâs really gonna blow.
I get caught up, just for a minute.
Youâre the one to blame.
Can you hear the violence?Â
I blow all my friendships to sit in hell with you.
Weâre the greatest theyâll hang us in the Louvre. Down the back, but who cares - still the Louvre.
I know that you are not my type.
Sheâs so hard to please, but sheâs a forest fire.
I do my best to meet her demands.
Youâre a little much for me.
Youâre a liability.
I understand.
Iâm a liability.Â
I am a toy that people enjoy âtil all of the tricks donât work anymore.
Every perfect summerâs eating me alive.
Theyâre gonna watch me disappear into the sun.
Please could you be tender?
Letâs give it a minute before we admit that weâre through.Â
Itâs late and this song is for you.
Well, I guess I should go.
Yeah, I guess I should go.
These are what they call hard feelings.
God I wish I believed you when you told me this was my home.
I care for myself the way I used to care about you.
Why even try to get right?
Itâs time to let go of this endless summer afternoon.
It was real for me.
Iâll fake it every single day 'til I donât need fantasy.
But I still remember everything.
Iâll start letting go of little things 'til Iâm so far away from you.
What is this tape?
This is my favorite tape.
Bet you wanna rip my heart out.
Bet you wanna rip my heart out.
Well guess what? I like that.
Iâm gonna mess your life up.
Iâm psycho high.
I know you wonât remember in the morning when I speak my mind.
We wonder why we bother.
You wanted something that we offered.
Break the news.
Youâre walking out.
Sorry I was never good like you.
I did my best to exist just for you.
I am my motherâs child.
Iâll love you 'til my breathing stops.
Iâll love you 'til you call the cops on me.
Iâll find a way to be without you, babe.
I still feel you now and then.
Slow like pseudo-ephedrine.
I let the seasons change my mind.
I love it here since Iâve stopped needing you.
We keep trying to talk about us.
Iâm someone you maybe might love.
Iâll be your quiet afternoon crush.
In my head I do everything right.
When you call Iâll forgive and not fight.
We were wild and fluorescent.
Come home to my heart.
Maybe all this is the party.
Maybe we just do it violently.
Youâre not what you thought you were.
Every night, I live and die.
Itâs just another graceless night.
I hate the headlines and the weather.
When weâre dancing Iâm alright.
Are you lost enough?
Have another drink.
This is how we get notorious.
I canât stand to be alone.
Letâs kiss and then take off our clothes.
All the nights spent off our faces.
What the fuck are perfect places anyway?
SEND MEÂ đ IF YOUR MUSE THINKS MY MUSE HAS A NICE BUTT
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Heâd almost wooed her into a state of reluctant agreement there for a second. Cardassiaâs pending collapse is something Naprem spends an uncomfortable amount thinking about, these days: what might be about to happen, and what it might mean for the man sheâs still trying not to love, and for her daughter, and for Bajor.
But then, in an instant, that vague mist of goodwill has been dispelled.
âThe easy way out?â she repeats, skin beginning to flush with rage. âThe easy way out â I was enslaved by the Cardassian Union for fifty years, a good thirty of them before I even met Skrain, tell me sir, what is it precisely that you imagine was easy about that? Or is the scar on my face not enough, would you prefer I show you the rest of them? You people,â she snaps, âyou always feel so comfortable passing judgment with a minimal knowledge of the facts, I never know where you find the gall.
âLoving Skrain â that was my mistake, I understand that now, I understood it then. But donât for a second act like you know me. I survived the Occupation from the beginning, I suffered just as ânoblyâ as the countless others youâd compare me to, and if, after three decades of suffering, I was vulnerable to the first real kindness anyone had shown me in all that time, I still showcased a stronger will and loyalty to my people than any Cardassian Iâve ever met.
âThere was no easy way out of the Occupation, Gul Macet â not for me, not for anyone. There was survival, or death. And if you simply managed to avoid being directly responsible for the suffering of another person, that was enough. A lofty goal, seeing that youâve been unable to manage it in the span of a single conversation.â
Ever the soldier, he stood his ground. Hands at his side as he listened with an impassive face. Watched her grow a bit more red with anger than she had been as that fake niceness died away.
âCardassia is built on loyalty. One you could never understand. One Skrain canât even understand through all his selfishness. If you had even the slightest amount of loyalty my people have, you wouldâve never bedded down with my cousin. For you see, all of Central Command knows him for his flaws--charming though he may be. But itâs his skill at his job that led to his promotion through the ranks, not because he is a loyal man to be trusted with even a bottle of kanar. yet you fell in love with one of your oppressors because he was nice? You do not get to criticize a power you gave into willingly. And from the beginning Bajor always gave in willingly.â
They prayed to their false idols for fifty years after some of their own helped to turn over their planet to the few of Cardassiaâs religious and then the likes of Dukat. It was hardly worth the military force that had been used to go in and break their spirits. However, he point was to make her seas, not ponder the past.
âAnd it should be noted that I never claimed I didnât cause suffering. One does not fight a war and fail to cause suffering. I have taken the lives of men, women and children and regardless of the reason, it has left an effect on their families. However, if you expect me to feel sorry for my cousinâs mistress,â he said, practically spitting out the word. âFor getting her her feeling hurt, youâll be disappointed. I have no sympathy for the likes of you.â And it wasnât that she was Bajoran--no, his words gave away his true meaning. The idea that she would sleep with a married man and breed with him, regardless of reason was what disgusted Macet.
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"Gul Macet,â Naprem repeats. âYou must be related on his motherâs side, then.âÂ
That was easy enough to deduce â sheâd never seen Hekessa Dukat in either pictures, or in living color, but sheâd known from the recordings of his interrogation that Skrainâs physical similarities to his father were more sparing. Now, with a pang, she realizes he must look very much like his mother, who in turn must look very much like her sisters. Itâs really only her festering anger that allows her to put this aside â this deadly longing, this frustration that she will never in her life be able to make the acquaintance of Skrainâs family without a heady dose of shame.
âWell, itâs a pleasure to make the acquaintance of a man who so blithely dismisses the responsibilities of fatherhood. Ah â excuse me. Inconvenient fatherhood. It must be my Bajoran sensibilities that obligate me to take responsibility for all my offspring, rather than those who most flatter my ego. Perhaps itâs simply that we have a more faithful observance of the concept of family. It must be very inconvenient for a Cardassian to be asked to provide for children they do not want, even when theyâve so relished in creating them.
âBut then,â she says, âwe always were better at living within our means. In fact, that what Iâve always found most confusing â that the Union couldâve been so well provided for through means of a simple alliance, but insisted on wasting precious military resources they didnât have against a people who offered you no resistance. I dare say between the war orphans, and the hybrids, and the spoils of the Occupation, Bajorans have provided for far more Cardassians than Cardassians have.â
She smiles, in a pinched sort of way.
He nodded, albeit with a suspicious look in his eyes. Curiosity about how open his ever foolish cousin had been with the woman all for the sake of companionship. Clenching his jaw, he fought the urge to roll his eyes. One day he would have to discuss the concept of discretion at length with that man.
Instead he allows his gaze to turn sharp and that never ending amusement to light up his eyes again. Tilting his head as he regarded, he sighed. Would wonders never cease?
âYou say that as though youâve not met and bedded Skrain. You must remember him. Heâs the man who hid you and your daughter away for years like the secret that you both were. A man, who in a truly stunning move, created one of those orphans out of a member of the civilian councilâs son. Really remind me to tell you of that little event some time. I found the story most amusing.â He snapped his fingers then held up his pointer finger to her. âA man who helped foster the Bajoran occupation from the beginning to the end, making it last as long as he possibly could to keep himself in supply of power and Bajoran women. Or does he get a pass because you love him?â
He clasped his hands behind his back, standing up a bit taller as he did. âBecause, Tora, I donât disagree that the occupation was a mistake. Cardassia was crippled at the time and we treated superficial wounds with our occupation of Bajor without treating the fatal wounds that could only be fixed on Cardassia. People like Skrain used their power to handle a defenseless populace while people like me fought to protect the borders against capable militaries. And nothing has changed except for the fact that instead of the Federation, we fight the Klingons and the Maquis. Instead of occupying Bajor, Cardassia fights for control of itself.â
A control that did not seem likely to come as far as he was concerned. Not withh people like Skrain still vying for military control. Once he might have agreed with the notion, but now? Briefly closing his eyes, Macet took a deep breath before opening them.
âBut my dear Tora, do not lecture me about wars you didnât fight in as though you are enlightened. There were Bajorans who fought, Bajorans who slaved and there were the likes of you: Bajorans who bedded down with people like Skrain and took the easy way out of both sides of the Occupation and act as though you did something grand and noble in that time.â
astrohistoria
âBelieve it or not, Harry, Iâve known some really horrible people in my life. I donât count you on that list.â Mika leaned away from him and shrugged. âEven with yourâŚlifestyle, you seem to have a healthy dose of morals.â She side-eyed him with careful consideration. âHarry, I know you donât like it when Iâm nice but at least let me make you a drink, or something? And we can talk about something else?â Â
Turning to her, he placed a hand on her shoulder and nodded. âYou can be whatever you want to be love. In fact, I think I would like it if you told me just how wonderful I am.â He leaned over to rest his head in her lap and stared up at her. âCome on. Itâll be a wonderful experience for us both, as far as Iâm concerned.â
Gul Macet worked along the border in the CDS Trager for decades. He has always been on the frontlines and has fought in the likes of Setlick III, against the Maquis, against the Klingons, and in the Dominion War. By virtue of not dying, heâs damn good at his job and he managed to even get through the Dominion War with nothing more than some minor cosmetic damages to his vessel.
astrohistoria
âOf course the emperor knew what he was doing. He wanted control of all of Asia. I come from a line of prideful, arrogant, assholes.â She sat next to him and stayed quite while she listened to him and even a few minutes after he stopped talking. placing her chin on his shoulder, she nudged him gently. âThen maybe itâs time I write a paper debating the contrary,â she offered softly. âAfter all, I like you. I mean youâre annoying as hell, frustrating, paranoid, and you can be an ass butâŚI like you. If I didnât, Iâd have plenary of opportunities to kill you in your sleep.â Mika sighed and placed a hand on his back. âIt seems your family has a great affinity for self preservation, Harry. You do deserve to life, no matter how many people say otherwise, cause I think, deep down, you really are a decent guy.âÂ
âThe Mudd family doesnât need some paper defending him. We know the truth and no cares about whether or not he was innocent any more but us.â And even then he couldnât claim that his entire family felt the same way that he did. He let out a tired exhale. âI donât know if I deserve livfe, but I do know Iâm not giving up mine without a fight. Iâve been sentenced to death at least twice and Iâm still here. So thatâs something.â What he wasnât sure of, but he was doing a better job of hiding his feelings regarding his ancestor.