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Not The Only Cardassian

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It was quite the eventful time for the young Cardassian. Only two days had passed since her initial arrival on the station and subsequent unpacking, and Oranda was still teeming with energy. She had been ever so excited to learn that her new posting was going to be on the station so close to the wormhole, and that excitement hadn’t abated since.

Right now, she roamed the Promenade, with plenty of time to kill before her shift. The lieutenant received some odd looks, of course, but she was used to that. Being a Cardassian tended to cause that, especially around here. She never minded, though, or if she did, she didn’t let it get to her. She accumulated a good amount of snacks from her browsing, some she ate right away, and some she stuck in a bag for later.

It wasn’t until she reached a particular shop on the promenade that she stopped focusing on food, and on the actual shop. “Garak’s Clothiers?” She whispered, reading the sign above the door. That sounds like a Cardassian name. But there wouldn’t be any Cardassians left on the station, would there? The name surely must be left over from the previous owner.

Curiosity piqued, Oranda took a step into the shop, looking around.

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He scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest. Though he wouldn’t admit to sulking, that’s exactly what he was doing.

“You certainly spend a lot of time with her. Not to mention you were downright obsessed when she arrived. It would certainly be believable to assume that you might have developed feelings for the only other remotely Cardassian female on the station.”

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The Barclays’ Babysitter

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This was a terrible idea. Reg kept thinking it over and over. All he’d wanted to do was take Liz on a nice vacation, like they used to do all the time, before the kids. He’d arranged for them to stay at a smaller, but still quite nice, resort planet; though it would only be for two days, he was sure they’d have plenty of time to kick back and relax.

But he had thought the matter of finding someone to watch the kids would be far simpler than it had turned out to be. Damn the O’Briens for not being available! Miles and Keiko were the perfect go-to babysitters. Friendly, responsible, the kids liked them. But of course, they were having a vacation of their own, at the exact same time. All the other people Reg would normally have preferred instead were unavailable.

So that left... Garak. The Cardassian tailor, spy, god knows what else. To watch his children for almost two full days.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked Liz while Sofia and Oliver ran around their quarters playing some strange, loud game they’d invented. “Maybe we should just skip the whole thing... I might be able to get a refund...”

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“Well Garak, I did not think you would be even public about us, let alone semi-public in showing me such affections.”

“Or does this mean you are going to kill me or something?”

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“I believe I’ll have time.”  Nods to Garak with a grin.  “I’ll brush up on my arguments so I’m properly prepared for it.” Puts his hand on Garak’s arm.  “I’ll see you at lunch.  Our normal table then?”  

[ninthdax]

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Ezri had been able to convince Garak to come back and visit DS9, just to see everything and get back with those that didn’t keep in touch with him. As they got near the station the ship started having trouble and soon they were being transported out. When they both rematerialized Ezri looked over at Garak and giggled a bit, seeing a young Cardassian boy about twelve years old. “You look silly.” Ezri told him before covering her mouth at her higher voice and realizing her uniform was too big on her.

[callsignxphoenix]

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Marris had been part of the numerous medical personnel being sent to Cardassia to help out. As she wandered around one of the medical facilities she bumped into a Cardassian man. “Oh I’m sorry.” She said, looking at him with a smile. She was sure to get a whole bunch of questions of what type of alien she was. “I’m Ensign Marris with Starfleet Medical.” She told him.

[stella-medicus]

@plainsimpletailorgarak​ ll mirror invasion

     Their plan was simple and clear: infiltrate the rebel station and slaughter every living thing on board. The small colony of Klingons that lived there wouldn’t even know what hit them. As the Enterprise approached, Leonard McCoy joined an away team that would seize sickbay.

     In a bright flash they disappeared, transporting to the remote space station just in time for a solar flare to scatter their atoms across the wind. Instead of appearing at the proper destination, the sadistic doctor found himself in a shop of sorts cluttered with strange clothing.

     Communicator in hand, he tried hailing the Enterprise to no avail. Something had gone wrong and now he was alone in foreign territory. His first instinct was to seize the closest living, intelligent, being and question them. Unfortunately for the strange alien nearby, they were now his target.

“Where are we? What deck is this?”