#ds9 x reader

[imagines-everyfandom]

More Than Profit (Quark x reader)

Summary: Takes place during the events of Business as Usual. Quark finds himself entangled in the arms trade. You, a Starfleet security officer stationed on Deep Space Nine and his partner, discover what he’s done. disclaimer: I posted this already on ao3 <3

Something’s different. You can feel it in the way Quark looks at you lately, as if there’s something on the tip of his tongue that he keeps swallowing back down. Normally, he never shuts up. He talks about profits and customers and Holosuites, about business schemes and how Ferenginar never truly appreciates its “real entrepreneurs.” But lately he’s quieter. Too quiet.

You watch him from the corner of your eye as he wipes down a glass that’s already spotless. “Quark?” He startles slightly. “Yes? What?” “You’ve been awfully quiet.” “Quiet? Me? I’m efficient.” “Efficient,” you repeat, folding your arms. “So nothing illegal?” “Illegal? Please! I’m a respected businessman!” “Uh-huh.” “I swear it on all my latinum!” You raise a brow. “You mean the latinum you’ve got hidden in that undeclared account on Ferenginar?” He blinks. “Maybe some of my latinum.”

Despite yourself, you smile. He’s impossible and that’s exactly what you fell for. But tonight, something about his grin feels rehearsed. Like a mask he’s worn too long. And somewhere deep inside, a cold knot begins to form: something isn’t right.

Two days later, your instincts are proven right. Odo calls you into his office. He’s standing behind his desk, posture rigid, hands clasped behind his back. “Lieutenant,” he says, voice sharp as always, “I’m afraid your... acquaintance Quark is up to his old tricks.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Arms dealing. Through a man named Hagath. Substantial quantities.” Your heart drops to your stomach. “That can’t be true.” “Oh, it’s true.” Odo tilts his head. “I thought you might prefer to hear it from me, before Captain Sisko asks how much you knew.”

You can feel the unspoken accusation in his tone. And suddenly, shame burns hot in your chest. Shame, even though you’ve done nothing wrong. Shame that you love him. That you trusted him.

You go straight to the bar. The air smells of replicated coffee and tension. He sees you the moment you enter, and the look on his face tells you he already knows.

“We need to talk,” you say, your voice steady but tight. “I can explain,” he blurts out. “Explain? That you’re selling weapons? That you lied to me?” “I only wanted to protect you!” he protests, too loud, too fast. “If you didn’t know, you couldn’t report it!” “I work in security, Quark! Do you realize how that sounds?”

His voice falters. “I thought it was just business. Numbers. No real victims.” You stare at him, and your chest aches. “That’s how you make it easier for yourself. You tell yourself it’s just numbers. But it isn’t. People die because of this. And I could lose my job because of you.” “I just wanted to belong again,” he says softly. “At what cost?” He has no answer.

You turn and walk away. Behind you, his voice cracks. “I didn’t want to lose you!” But you don’t look back.

Days pass, gray, heavy, endless. You bury yourself in work, ignoring the whispers that follow you through the promenade. Quark’s girlfriend. She must have known. You say nothing. But every time you pass the bar, that cold ache returns, anger and love and disappointment all tangled up inside you.

Then, one evening, you stop. You don’t even know why, only that your feet carry you to the doorway of Quark’s Bar. The music is low. The room is nearly empty. Quark stands behind the counter, polishing glasses like a man trying to scrub away guilt itself.

He doesn’t notice you until you take your usual seat. “You’re late,” he says quietly. “I had a shift.” “I thought you weren’t coming back.” “I thought so too.”

You look at him, really look at him. The dark circles under his eyes, the slump of his shoulders, the twitch of his ears. He seems smaller somehow. Fragile. And for a moment, you remember the man who told you stories of Ferenginar at midnight, who claimed emotions were bad for business but wore his heart on his sleeve every time you smiled at him.

“The usual,” you say. He blinks. “You actually want a drink? From me?” “I didn’t say I forgive you. I said I want to understand.”

His hands shake slightly as he sets the glass in front of you. “I made mistakes,” he admits. “Big ones. I thought I could have both, you and the business. But every time I looked at you, I kept wondering what you’d say if you knew.” “And you did it anyway.” He nods slowly. “I’m a fool.” You take a sip. “A small, greedy fool.” He lets out a sound, half laugh, half sigh. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me today.”

The silence that follows is heavy, but not hostile. Then you say, “You should’ve talked to me. We would’ve found something. A way that didn’t cost lives.” He meets your gaze, tentative but sincere. “I know. I thought I had to handle it alone.” “You’re not alone, Quark. Not if you don’t want to be.”

He hesitates, then places his hand on the counter. You reach out, and for a heartbeat, your fingers brush. Small. But real. And just like that, the cold between you starts to thaw.

“I don’t know if you’ll ever trust me again,” he whispers. “Trust can be lost,” you say. “But love... love stays.” He stares at you, caught between disbelief and hope. “You’re crazy, you know that?” “Maybe,” you reply softly. “But you’re worth it.”

[bobashorriblechildhood]

Julian Bashir X F!Bajoran!Reader

Note: non consensual stuff happened to the reader in the past

You were a comfort woman during the cardassian occupation of Bajor

You hated your time as a comfort woman, the hands of cardassians made you hate your body. You wanted to curl up many times and just try to hide from the sick twisted world you were in.

Finally the occupation was over...

Yet you didn't feel it was over, the ghost of lingering touches and harsh heated stares kept you stuck in an endless cycle of hatred.

You wish you could rip your skin off and start anew.

When all hope was all lost, the sun started to shine in your cold dead world.

The new CMO on the station was your sunshine now.

You met when he was doing a routine check up on you. You had been a comfort woman that the cardassians had hardly checked up on for STDs or any illness. Julian was too sweet to you.

It made you nervous, the thought that any moment he could switch and become violent to you like the men previously before.

However, he never was violent... He was kind and caring.

Obviously he had picked up that you had signs of PTSD. He wanted you to go to the station psychologist but you rejected that, you didn't want more people to touch you.

Julian made it his job to try to persuade you to go to the psychologist, he gave you some many valid points. Only after his second attempt did you actually consider his offers, even then you didn't say anything.

You liked the attention he was giving you.

It felt different to have someone care for you after so long in the dark.

[multi-fandomedfreak]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR BUSINESS BABY

specifically wouldn’t mind any requests for Star Trek 😗

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[galactic-magick]

Mental Health Needs: Julian Bashir x Reader

Summary: Julian gives you assurance as you adjust to anxiety and depression medication.

Words: 600+

Author’s Notes: This is a very self indulgent fic haha. I recently started meds irl and the first week I felt like absolute shit so this is based on that. Thankfully I’m feeling much better now though and my panic attacks have almost completely stopped :)

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There’s certainly benefits to the chief medical officer being your boyfriend.

You can ask him any question, and he’s always happy to answer. You’ve asked him many times if he finds the questions annoying, but he always assures you he enjoys explaining biological processes to you, and helping you in any way he can. He loves his work, and he loves you, so the two pair quite nicely.

But for some reason, you’re still hesitant to ask him about your latest problem.

The trouble is, you’ve been struggling with anxiety and depression your entire life, and you finally agreed to try medication for it. You’ve resisted it for years, telling yourself “you don’t need it” and trying to cope with the symptoms on your own. But Julian finally convinced you to give it a try, after witnessing multiple of your panic attacks and depressive episodes. He couldn’t bear to see you suffer so badly anymore, and honestly you didn’t want to feel like that anymore either.

Yet the problem is far from solved. The side effects of the medication have been making you feel terrible. You feel super sick all the time, and all you want to do is sleep. You don’t want to hurt his feelings by telling him it’s not working, but you can’t keep going like this.

You enter the Infirmary, relieved to see that no one else besides Julian is in there currently. He’s logging some things into the computer when he sees you.

“Oh hello darling, come to visit me at work?” he grins at you.

“Actually I’m here for medical reasons,”

His smile fades and his eyes widen, rushing over to you with a tricorder, “What’s wrong?”

You sigh, “I’ve just been feeling so awful since I’ve been on these meds. I’m tired all the time no matter how much I sleep and take naps and I just feel like a zombie. I’m also nauseous and have no appetite at all, literally nothing the replicator can make appeals to me-”

He pulls you into a tight hug, cutting you off as your face squishes into him, “Oh, honey,”

“Well what do I do?” you mumble.

He brings you over to one of the beds and sits down on the edge with you. “Well first of all, unfortunately, those side effects are very normal. It takes at least a week or two for your body to adjust to the drug and take full therapeutic effect,”

“I guess so, but are the positives in the long run really going to outweigh how I feel right now?”

“For many people yes, they usually do. But if for whatever reason these side effects are still not going away after a while, I can prescribe you a different medication and we can keep trying different ones until we find one that works for you. A lot of people need to go through trial and error to find the right one,”

“Really?”

“Yes, darling. It’s really no trouble. Mental health is just as important as physical health, we’ve known that for centuries now. We’ll do everything we can until you feel better,”

You smile, “Thank you, Julian. But what about all my duties to next couple weeks? I’ve felt so sick I’ve barely gotten my job done-”

“I’ve already told Commander Sisko that you should be relieved from duty if you feel it necessary,”

“But-”

“No buts. Doctor’s orders,” he kisses your forehead. “Now, how about you go back to your quarters and rest. I have a couple more appointments today but after that I’ll come join you,”

“Okay,” you nod, wrapping your arms around him one more time.

“One benefit to you being more sleepy is you’ll be more cuddly,” he smirks.

“Julian!” you nudge him teasingly. “If you wanted more cuddles you didn’t have to give me drugs that are basically sedating me, you could’ve just asked,”

“You’re hilarious,” he laughs. “Now shoo, I’ll see you soon.”

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Requests Status: I am currently not taking requests right now because finals are coming up for me, I’m just writing a couple short fics while I’m on Thanksgiving break. Once my semester is done and I’m on winter break I’ll probably start taking Star Trek requests though! Stay tuned :)

[all-for-the-simps]

Star Trek: DS9 characters x male reader

Scenarios based on oneliners, and quotes from my old, discarded fanfics… Part 2

{My original lines will be a different colour and no, I’m not giving you any of the original context–]

[All of these can be perceived as romantic, platonic, or familial etc, etc, everything is up to you.]

🚫female-aligned people DNI🚫

[If any of these are out of character, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m doing ;-;]

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1 -

*Y/N was hired as an expert for a mission on Bajor.*

Sisko: “So, how much do the Bajorans know about this place?”

Y/N: “What do you mean?”

Sisko: “Well, this. How much does the average Bajoran know about it?”

Y/N: “To the average Bajoran, this is just a unit in school. Maybe a big project at the end of the year.”

Sisko: “What about you? How much do you know about the origins and history of these caves?”

Y/N: “Sir… I’m an archeologist. It’s kinda my job to know my history.”

2 -

*Y/N is Bajoran and fought in the Resistance during the Cardassian occupation.*

Kira: “I didn’t know you fought back then.”

Y/N: “There’s a lot about me you don’t know.”

Dax: “So, about that one battle. How did you live?”

Kira: “Last I heard from that battle, no one survived.”

Y/N: “Well, I’m alive, aren’t I?”

Dax: “Then how did you do it?”

Y/N: “Well, a guy stole my gun and I spent half the battle killing Cardassians with a rock until I stole a sword.”

Kira: “You did what?--”

3 -

*Nog, Jake, and Y/N just hanging out like the bros they are, watching old movies.*

Jake: “These old movies have really bad character development.”

*Y/N and Nog groaning because Jake’s said this three separate times.*

Jake: “What?”

Y/N: “You’re a nerd, Jake.”

Nog: “We know you’re a writer, you don’t have to shove it in our faces.”

Jake: “Well, the writers should be better at their jobs!”

*At the same time.*

Nog: “Humans.” 

Y/N: “Men.”

Jake and Nog: “... Y/N, you’re a man–”

Y/N: “I said what I said.”

4 -

*Y/N and Bashir during a mission in space. Their shuttle had been attacked and Y/N is tending to Bashir’s wounds in the shuttle.*

Bashir: “You don’t have to do that, you know? I am a doctor.”

Y/N: “Shut up. People who take care of others still need help.”

Bashir: “Ow!”

Y/N: “I know, I know. Sheesh. This cut is really deep and the bloody thing that would fix it exploded with the replicator. Why did we put the medkit back there?”

Bashir: “It’s fine, Y/N. I can do it myself. Stop worrying about me.”

Y/N: “Well, I do worry so shut up.”

Bashir: “Your ankle is twisted and you won’t let me look at it. Why are you helping me when I should help you first?”

Y/N: “This wound will get infected if I don’t clean it. Which is what I’m doing, so suck it up.”

Bashir: “Ow! Leave it alone. I can deal with an infection.”

Y/N: “If you wanted to die, you could have just said.”

5 -

*Y/N (Bajoran officer) meeting Dukat and Damar for the first time.*

Dukat: “Ah, you must be the man that spoke to us over communications.”

Y/N: “I am.”

Damar: “Are you going to take us to our quarters?”

Y/N: “You once ran this station, I think you know where the quarters are.”

Dukat: “Now, now, Lieutenant–”

Y/N: “I’m sorry, I can’t chat much right now. I have to get back to work.”

*Y/N glares at each of them and walks away. Kira sees him in a hallway and walks with him.*

Kira: “What did you think of them? Every time I see either of them, especially on this station, I want to kick them.”

Y/N: “... I’ve got a hitlist now. They’re on it.”

Kira: “Y/N–”

6 -

*Y/N and Garak, high on sleep deprivation and lying on the floor.*

Garak: “What goes on in that head of yours?”

Y/N: “Like usually?”

Garak: “Yes. Sometimes you can be very silly and casual and other times, I wonder if you have as much of a dark past as I do.”

Y/N: “I wonder about that too.”

Garak: “About yourself?”

Y/N: “Yeah.”

Garak: “... Can you elaborate?”

Y/N: “No.”

Garak: “Fine, then.”

*Silence.*

Garak: “Y/N?”

Y/N: “Yeah?”

Garak: “You once said that you thought you could never achieve anything… Yet, you have achieved a higher understanding of how you live your life.”

Y/N: “And?”

Garak: “Surely that’s a significant achievement as of in itself.”

Y/N: “So?”

Garak: “Well… How did you do it? How do you live your life?”

Y/N: “What do you mean?”

Garak: “You always succeed and then deny yourself any rewards.”

Y/N: “The feeling of victory is more valuable to me than human rewards.”

Garak: “... No wonder you’re broke.”

7 -

*Kasidy takes Jake and Y/N on a freighter ride.*

Jake: “Kasdiy! Slow down!”

Kasidy: “Why don’t you have some fun? You’re kids, you need to let loose before it’s too late.”

Y/N: “I’d rather not risk my safety, thanks.”

Jake: “Don’t you think you’re going a little too fast?”

Kasidy: “No.”

Jake: “I feel sick.”

Kasidy: “You can’t be motion sick from this.”

Jake: “Oh, I can be.”

Y/N: “I agree. I’ve almost thrown up three times.”

Kasidy: “Tsk, really, you guys?”

8 -

*Dax and Y/N sneaking around the station late at night.*

Dax: “This is the best idea you’ve ever had.”

Y/N: “And I’ve had some really good ideas.”

*For further context: Thes two idiots decided it would be great if they broke into Quarks to steal a bottle of alcohol.*

Dax: “Sh!”

Y/N: “I know, I know… I got it!”

Dax: “Ok, let’s get out of here.”

Y/N: “Odo is going to kill me if he finds me here, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

Dax: “Didn’t you get caught for breaking into Garak’s to try on clothes last week?”

Y/N: “Yes. I was bored and it was 3 am.”

Dax: “Wish I had been there.”

9 -

*Y/N’s first time on the station, specifically the Promenade. Y/N’s sitting with Quark, looking around.*

Quark: “How are you finding DS9 so far?”

Y/N: “Kinda grey. I think it needs something but I like the Promenade.”

Quark: “That’s why all the shops have bright signs. It’s good for attracting customers AND it brightens the place up a bit.”

*Insert a comfortable silence as Y/N marvels at the place.*

Y/N: “Wow, this place has a good fucking vibe--”

Odo, *appearing out of nowhere*: “No swearing on the Promenade.”

Quark and Y/N: “?????”

10 -

*Y/N has a thing for Bashir, but won’t admit it.*

O’Brien: “Come on, Y/N. It’s obvious.”

Y/N: “What is?”

O’Brien: “You are.”

Y/N: “No, I’m not. No one can read me.”

O’Brien: “Yeah, not in a million years, mate.”

Y/N: “Miles–”

O’Brien: “There he is. Now, go up to him and say something.”

Y/N: “... No.”

O’Brien: “Fine, I’ll do it myself.”

Y/N: “Wait–”

O’Brien: “HEY, JULIAN!”

Y/N: “Don’t!”

Bashir: “What’s up?”

O’Brien: “Y/N’s had something on his mind for a while and I think it’s time he tells you.”

Y/N, *through gritted teeth to O’Brien*: “You’re gonna find yourself crawling out of this with a beat-up ass if you don’t shut the hell up.”

Bashir: “??”

[cardassian-enthusiast]

can i get some fluffy romantic stuff with garak ? Like maybe he meets the readers over protective brother and the read just keeps defending him. Or a meet the parents thing where the parents are skeptical of their daughter dating a cardassian?

a/n: bet you thought i was dead. close, but just depressed. have this as an apology for my absence.

Garak W/ Judgmental Family Headcanons

Garak understands it’s a human custom to meet one another’s parents, but this is one human tradition he could’ve done without. He already hears far too many opinions on your relationship as it is. He isn’t insisting you meet his father, is he?. Not that he would ever let that man get within ten feet of you, but his point still stands. But it’s out of his hands as your parents are already on their way to visit and he can’t hide in his shop forever - as hard as he tries. 

Dinner at Quark’s was both the most boring and painful event he had probably ever been a part of. Garak could see your brother was glaring daggers at him in his peripheral and dutifully chose to ignore it, while your father sat in stony silence, looking more disappointed in you than he had in years. You covertly kicked your brother’s shin when he got a little too protective during his questions about your relationship. 

But your mother was the worst; picking apart everything Garak had to say and never letting up with the backhanded insults - “Oh, you’re a tailor. How charming. Not what I thought my daughter choose, but then again I didn’t know she was suddenly attracted to Cardassians.”

Garak, truly making an effort for you, was shockingly civil and attempted to keep the conversation away from certain topics, but your family wasn’t showing the same courtesy. It was taking everything you had not to throw your drink at your mother just to shut her up. 

As you were trying to think of a good excuse to leave this absolutely dreadful dinner, Garak’s cold hand clasped yours over the table and the atmosphere immediately switched from subtly hostile to dangerous. You really didn’t like how tightly your brother was gripping his fork. 

You don’t have to do this, you silently said with your eyes. You were giving him an out - he didn’t have to sit here and listen to them. 

Oh, but I do. He answered. You can make it up to me, in private. That mischievous smirk you had come to love somehow made this evening more bearable.

Garak was trained from birth to answer suspicion and hatred with a charming smile and self-deprecating quip - he could turn this around and have your family eating out of his palm before the night was out. All you had to do was sit back and enjoy the show. 

[star-trek-odyssey]

I would love relationship headcanons for Dukat or Damar, i just love them so much 💚 oh and keep up the good work darling 💖

I love them, too.

And I don’t often right of them so it’s a great ask.

—  DUKAT :

 Everyone knows that Dukat is not the nicest and kindest person in the galaxy. After all, he is a dictator so he did many terrible things. But only for the good of Bajor - he cares to specify this-. Bajor is ungrateful, and he is the good guy. Always. Dukat is so misunderstood, poor baby.

With his partner, he is really good and kind, he is another person. Actually, Dukat is sneaky and can pretend very well. He uses his charm to enchant his S/O. He spoils them, flatters them, pampers them and fulfils all their dreams. He is so romantic.

Sometimes, Dukat donates gifts to his SO or gives to them flowers or chocolates. Everything they desire. Their wish is his command.

Unfortunately, he often travels; his work steals a lot of his time so he won’t be able to see S/O every day. Dukat will always make a call, or send subspace and video messages to S/O. They must know that they are always in his thoughts.

Dukat almost never uses –or we should say NEVER USES- contraceptives and, for this reason, if S/O  is a woman, she must be careful if she does not want to have unwanted children or any other problem. Dukat pretends to forget about it but he has a kink for risky sex and therefore he doesn’t use any kind of precaution. Unless S/O has the same kink and  wants to have a thousand children from Dukat, it’s better to have a conversation with him about it. It’s better to make sure he has done something for it because he could lie and say he has used protections. Be careful! He’s a bitch!

S/O may lose all their friends - especially the Bajoran friends - after they have discovered that Dukat is their boyfriend. The Bajorans hate Dukat but many people hate him too and therefore S/O could be alone and without friends. No one wants to deal with Dukat.

— DAMAR :

 Damar does not admit it but he is a romantic person, especially after he becomes more intimate with S/O. He looks like the classic bad guy but he’s just misunderstood, he made mistakes like everyone else but he redeemed himself and made Cardassia a better place.

Damar is even too honest and loyal to be a Cardassian. He is loyal to his country, to his people and even to Dukat, but Dukat certainly does not deserve Damar’s loyalty and respect. Perhaps Damar is a bit naive and has not known other places besides Cardassia so having an alien S/O can help him to see the world from a new perspective, make him discover new things and become more open and curious.

Damar is not jealous or possessive but has a guilt complex and believes he is not enough for his S/O -especially during his depressive/alcoholic period- he becomes very insecure and wonders why S/O love with a loser like him. He thinks he doesn’t deserve anything so he consoles himself with alcohol, but this is not the healthiest solution.

Actually, Damar feels better with S/O, even his health gets better and he rediscovers himself. As if he were a new person. S/O’s love is therapeutic for him.

Sometimes he comes back home with a bottle of Kanar, not because he wants to get drunk and fall back into alcoholism, but because he wants to share it with S/O and spend time together.

He likes to hear S/O’s voice, talk to them, hold their hands, caress them or just have them close: it makes him feel safe and sound. It is the warmth he needs, after the terrible things he has experienced during the Dominion. He needs some peace.

[randomnessunicorn-imagine]

Hi! I don't know if you write for this character but how about a scenario where the reader (a starfleet officer) gets stuck in a elevator with senator Vreenak and the situation starts to develop as it would in a fic where two people are stuck in a elevator?

{ It’s not a fanfiction, it’s still a miracle ifI’ve been able to write normal Headcanons, lol-

I don’t know this character very well so I don’tknow if this answer is accurate. 

Hope you could appreciate it anyway- }

⭐ SENATOR VREENAK ⭐

He could not believe he found himself in suchuseless and weird situation.

How could this station work so bad? Where thepersonal was? Where the engineers were? It was unacceptable. He’s here for job,not to lose his time but he keeps his cool and waits for the problem to be resolvedin time.

Of course, this station was half Cardassian,half Bajoran and half Human too. Such a weird combination of weird people, hethought. For this reason, these problems were not new but they should havelearnt how to deal with these unfortunate situations.

At least, he is not alone even if he doesn’t paya lot of attention to you, it’s like he’s totally alone but he could not beconsidered as the greatest company since he’s still Romulan, a severe personwho doesn’t see other species as worthy.

Romulans have decided to stipulate a neutralitypact with the Dominion and so this doesn’t make of him the most welcome guestin the station but he needs to discuss some important affairs with Sisko but he’slosing his time here, in this elevator, and can’t do anything about it. Asentiment of frustration crosses his heart but he’s very good to hide it.

After all, he’s not a Vulcan and he has noreason to hide his feelings but he just decides to wait, until the communicatorof the elevator starts speaking. It’s O’Brian and he’s explaining there aresome problems with the energy source of the Elevator but he’ll be able toresolve the problem in half hour or an entire hour and this just aggravates Vreenak’shumour.

It’s not the first time you find yourself lockedin the Elevator so you try to have a conversation with the Senator saying tohim that the Chef is the best engineer and he’s resolved worst problems but thisdoesn’t help a lot. The Senator thinks it can be a sort of prank and someone isplotting against the supreme Romulan Empire and it wouldn’t surprise him a lotsince even this meeting is very suspicious and he doesn’t trust the Federationor the Human beings.

He feels very uncomfortable and he should not behere, he feels offended and humiliated because it’s not the proper way towelcome guests and it seems, Sisko and the others don’t care a lot about areconciliation with the Romulan Empire if they are so incompetent and they don’teven have a proper technology. It’s shameful.  

At least, the Dominion doesn’t make him wait somuch and it’s not so unprofessional. He’s really regretting to have acceptedthis meeting in the first place.

You feel sorry for this unpleasant situation andyou don’t want things to get worse so you apologise in the name of theFederation and you explain that’s not a prank or a plot, it’s just a mistake,these things can happen especially during hard times like this.  

Your manner is very gentle, educate and youreassure him that the problem will be resolved soon. You try your best to makethe senator comfortable and he’s glad he’s not here all alone and you are not abad company.

Somehow, he believes your words and he acceptsyour apology, he’ll try to be understanding, and the federation would putthemselves in trouble if they even try to hurt an ally of the Dominion in such anobvious way. They can be sneakier than this and so the senator understands it’sjust an accident.

You have not spent a lot of time with him butthis hour has made you very curious and you want to know him better, you knowhe won’t stay here so longer and maybe you won’t have other chances to speakwith a Romulan person again since they’re very suspicious and far away. 

Then you ask him if you could have the honour toaccompany him to the Captain and show him the station, this is a way to apologyfor the little inconvenient of the elevator. Surprisingly, he accepts your invitation and,since you’ve been so gentle and polite, he would be glad to have dinner withyou and maybe you could even taste some Romulan meals and know his culturebetter.