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Deep space 9 Characters according to my auto correct
Commander Benjamin Sicko
Science Officer Kassia Dad
Major Kira Meets
Chief Milk O'Brien
Security Chief Off
Doctor Julian Basho
Barkeep Quark
And his brother Tom
Plain and Simple Tailor Eliminate Fatal
And of course, Lieutenant Commander Word
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Murder Never Knocks
empathicstars:
The questioning went about as expected – Miss Itig reacting rather kindly to her, despite Aella’s offered emptiness. ( It was not often, one may note, that humanoids gentled in her presence in such a way. It was appreciated and noted, of course. )
Also noted were all of the personal details about him. Things he liked, places and people he cared about – all things she could begin to use to craft some sort of passcode.
It was not until Miss Itig, seemingly off-handedly, mentioned Lieutenant Fields’ superior that the mood in the room began to shift.
The moment the doors closed behind her, the security chief was at his console, requesting she pull up Commander Wright’s history. Black eyes blinked, lethargic for a moment as her mind switched gears.
“Do you… wish for me to stop attempting to get into his console, sir?” she questioned, hands already beginning to pull up the requested file. And what about the further interviewees, waiting just a door and feet away? Was it worth continuing to talk to them?
“Not in the slightest,” was Odo’s immediate answer. “But I imagine accessing Wright’s background check would be quite a simple thing to perform. You can continue to attempt to access Fields’ console after we’ve finished the interviews. Actually,” he waved her off. “I’ll handle the background check on Wright. I have security clearance. I need your particular talents elsewhere.” It was a thought, fleeting, but Odo had enough experience in security to understand that motives were much the same regardless of the species.
“Right now, I want you to access Wright’s bank accounts. See if there’s been an influx of money from questionable sources. Check the history, too. Years, if you have to, to see if his back account has ever . . . struggled . . . while in the employment of Starfleet.” Someone who couldn’t quite make ends meet even with the patronage of Starfleet was vulnerable to outside . . . persuasion.
“Surely, you can do that with your particular talents quite quickly, hm?” he teased. Odo gestured for her to sit down if she preferred. “We’ll let the other interviewees sweat it out in there. Shouldn’t take too long.” And if it did . . . well, he could always have one of his guards bring them dinner. As for Odo, he tapped into his console and began to download Wright’s background check and service records.
He also looked into his requested time-offs and the locations of any vacations he took off-station. “Well, his background check is clear,” Odo muttered. “Which means he’s either innocent or very good at hiding his tracks.” Or, worse, there was someone in administration covering his tracks for him. But before Odo could get too excited about a potential criminal network, he needed to focus just on Wright. His attention drew to the listed locations of vacations that Wright had taken and cross-referenced them with known criminal activity in those locations during the time he was present.
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brashir:
if there’s one species that takes a particularly … violent, stance on child abuse and mistreatment, it’s humans. something julian finds laughable, given not a single soul who saw him decided to do something, or say something. yet it remains true. even the most vile of humans won’t tolerate that among their species or others. any who harm a child within the range of a human; any who have even a history of it?
they won’t make it out of that area alive.
no doubt, word of julian’s augmentation reached earth long before his father did. no doubt, people looked into his work, discovered he was an exceptional doctor on the front lines, and one of the kindest souls the grace starfleet medical.
a word that would’ve reached even those in richard’s penal colony.
a heart attack. right. julian snorts at that, head shaking. ❝ it wasn’t a heart attack, odo. it was murder. this is common when anyone who mistreats a child, no matter how long it’s been, lands in a human prison. to be honest with you, i’m shocked captain sisko and chief o’brien let him off this station without murdering him, or at least doing some physical harm. ❞
the padd is taken, but he doesn’t look at it. he doesn’t want to. he drums his fingers against it, the smooth and warm metal not registering to his body. nor does the single tear rolling down his cheek. he shakes his head more, offering odo the padd again, letting out a shaky sigh as he speaks.
❝ unless that’s a direct order from the captain or major, i’m not going to. i have too much to do here. ❞ pausing, his lips pull tight briefly, before replying to the constable’s quiet words. ❝ he wasn’t much of a father, odo. even without what he did to me. he was never around. it was only my mother and i, and us being dragged around the galaxy by him. and when he was there, he was angry, and violent, and i was the perfect outlet. i wasn’t his son. i was a legacy he built. ❞
❝ there’s no good parts to miss. there’s nothing there to grieve … he’s still my father, and i still love — loved — him, but there’s nothing there. it’s — it’s just a bit of a shock. i’ll be alright. thank you. ❞
it’s a half-truth. julian’s positive he’ll recover from this with ease, but he’s far from alright. and given his recent history, he highly doubts odo will believe that. so, with a glance down, then back to the constable, julian adds.
❝ i’ll be safe, odo. i promise. ❞
Though his expression remains still, Odo shifts his weight between his feet at Julian’s suggestion that Richard Bashir’s death was other than what the report offered. He hates that he’s probably right. The idea that justice can be disrupted in the very seat where justice is supposed to be upheld is uncomfortable for him. It brings his own demons too close to bear. Though, he supposed, for the crime which Julian suggests, some might believe that justice was, indeed, served. Far more so than simply letting Richard rot in jail for a few decades would be.
Odo’s discomfort is refocused on the man before him. Eyes are quick to search his face, his mannerisms, for the truth behind the stone wall he’s fronting. Humans are an emotional species. A tad less so than Bajorans. But he always finds it fascinating that, for an emotional species, when something like grief or despair grips them, they attempt to become as stony as a Vulcan.
The human condition, he supposed.
“There’s no direct order . . . yet,” he adds. “But you will be monitored. By myself, personally. I’ll try to be as un-intrusive as possible. It’s just . . . with your recent history,” he clears his throat awkwardly, “everyone just wants to make sure you can make it through.” When Julian hands the PADD back to him without so much as reading it, he takes it but taps it against his leg for a moment.
Julian seems to understand Odo’s particular concern, too, when he attempts to reassure him that he’ll be safe. “I hope so, Doctor. There’s a great number of people here who depend on you.” Clearing his throat again, Odo’s posture stiffens and his hands move to clasp behind his back. “You may not take time off for yourself, but you may want to consider visiting your mother. I’m sure she’d be grateful for your company.”
Naturally, if he did decide to go, Odo would go along with him. Ever since he’d found him in the cargo bay nearly lifeless, he’d taken the doctor’s well-being upon himself. There wasn’t a single hope he was going to let Julian out of his sight with this on his shoulders.
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fbiartist:
“Happy to help, this isn’t my first rodeo.” She smiled a little wider at him, then remembered that’s a strictly Earth colloquialism and looked up at him with a little gesture with both hands. “I mean, it’s not the first time I’ve helped put someone in a cell.” Maybe she’d tell him a story about that one day.
Ziva took the ends of the chain and latched them behind her neck and under her thick braids, black eyes searching his for a moment. Nope, still couldn’t get a read on him. Sure, she got a feeling or two from the Ferengi unlike full blooded Betazoids. But she still got nothing from him. It was kinda nice. “Thank you, I’ve had it since I was a girl.”
She held the charm in the center of her hand and shuffled a little closer to him so he could get a better look. It took a moment, but the opaque symbol of the Star of David appeared and she looked back up at him with that little smile like she was sharing a secret. “My Rabbi back on Earth gave me this at my Bat Mitzvah. I wear it everyday.” She’s more than happy to answer Odo’s questions about it.
Eyebrows rise ever so slightly when she states that this wasn’t her first . . . rodeo. The term means nothing to him, though her clarification certainly helps. Rodeo. Is that what he’s doing when he arrests someone? Rodeo-ing? He’d have to look up the term fully later. Odo preferred to remain hip to the new language. The last thing he wanted was to be unable to understand a group of aliens plotting tomfoolery because they were using slang.
Blue eyes curiously take in the pendant when she shows it to him. There’s a star there, though not like any star he’s seen before. A nod is given when she explains where she had received it, but the words again don’t mean anything to him. Rabbi? Bat Mitzvah? Gesturing for her to sit down politely if she wished to do so, he leaned his form against a table. He found that humanoids were more at ease when he attempted to look more . . . lax.
“Is a Rabbi a . . . mentor?” he inquired. Odo was greatly uninformed about the groups and organizations on Earth outside of those that were the most popular and made their presence known all the way out here near Bajor. What little he did understand about the culture came from the humans on the station. And even then it was a biased education since they all primarily hailed from Starfleet.
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seamworn:
HE WATCHES, IN AWE, AS THE CONSTABLE’S legs grow, leaning forward on the metal bar of his… archer’s roost. now that he is at eye level, it’s possible for odo to see the bowl of water balloons that sits beside him.
“tempting.” it is; someone like odo must be very strong, and to be carried by him would no doubt feel secure. he could probably swaddle garak up like a small baby, if he wanted to. however… “there’s one, one… a-herm, variable, you have NOT taken into account.”
with reflexes far too quick for someone in his state, he snatches a balloon and tosses it at odo, giggling. he then (to the horror of those below) kicks the bowl over the side, using the distraction to leap to another fixture. the obsidian order would be proud.
“the fact of the matter is, you can’t catch me ! ”
While Odo had expected something up Garak’s sleeve, it had not been a wet splosh to the face as a water balloon collided with his rather prominent nose. “Blegh!” he complains, wiping an arm across his face even as his cells naturally absorb it like a sponge. There’s alarmed cries below, and Odo glances down to see those gathered below either sopping wet or running for cover.
Just another day on Deep Space 9.
“Garak,” he growled, head turning back in the direction of the Cardassian. The former spy is leaping from fixture to fixture with a grace that surprises Odo. Then, upon reflection, it shouldn’t. No doubt the Order had trained him to be so sprightly.
“Garak, if you fall, that would be a very unfortunate ending to your adventurous tale, wouldn’t it?” he called over to him, trying--at least once more--to reach Garak’s reason. “You are quite right in that I can’t catch you if you insist upon leaping from beam to beam like some daredevil ballerina, and that isn’t something you should be pleased about. Now, hold still and let me take you down.” Long legs carefully step below, not wanting to step on anyone as he slightly clumsily makes his way to Garak once more.
@seamworn
Voyager has the unique ability to go from 100 to 0 in the span of two episodes.
DS9 generally had more hits than misses
Enterprise was pretty consistantly mediocre- while there were no “The Inner Light” calibre episodes, there weren’t any “Sub Rosa” level, either.
And TNG, the really bad ones tended to cluster in the front, where the writers had no clue what they were doing yet, and at the end where the writers had no clue what to do anymore.
But boy gosh, Voyager had no chill, did it? It goes from the moral implications of using medical knowledge gained through immoral experiments and whether that validates the methods, or the victims, to “I hit warp ten, was everywhere all at once, turned into a salamander and got busy with the captain.” There’s just no middle ground on the Space Party Bus.
seamworn:
TIME ALWAYS SEEMS TO SLOW, BEFORE DISASTER STRIKES. it is a sensation one never grows accustomed to. before his eyes, garak has watched countless atrocities unfold: the death of the innocent, the freedom of the guilty, and the TORTURE of those in between.
nothing, however, compares to this. garak is completely unprepared as he watches odo take the cup of dressing and lift it to his mouth. to smell it, he had assumed (smell, though weak in humans, must be an exciting new sensation)… and when he realized what was happening, it was MUCH too late. a short, warning “odo” barely makes it past his lips before his friend is spluttering and coughing in front of him.
and garak does what any good friend does. he hesitates, momentarily… and then breaks out into obscene laughter.
he feels guilty for doing it ——– he REALLY does, but it’s not enough to stop him from leaning over and resting his hands on his knees with mirth. through it, he struggles out, “you– you don’t— odo, you can’t…”
in an attempt to get his bearings, he squats down and puts his hands over his face, giggling until there are tears in his eyes as well. “you’re meant… to pour it— hhh, OVER the salad, in small amounts—–”
then, with a final, and rather obnoxious fit: “ ——– i- it’s not a shot of alcohol, odo ! ”
Hearing sharp and surprisingly open laughter beside him, Odo finds Garak practically on the floor in mirth. The fact that he has made a faux pas dawns on him. Despite the annoyance and embarrassment with himself, he’s also relieved. Thank god that wasn’t actually a drink. As Garak, albeit while struggling, explains to him what it was he had just drank, Odo looks down at the tiny dish.
When he speaks, he’s pleased to find that the dressing hadn’t entirely burned through his vocal chords. “It might as well have been!” he huffs, voice a tad rough. “Alcohol burns just as much.” Perhaps on his next attempt with salad, he will pour the dressing over it, but today? He’s had quite enough. Odo takes another large helping of water to remove the lingering acid on his tongue.
“We speak of this to no one,” he grumbles to Garak, grabbing his fork tightly in his hand. “Everyone already thought I was a freak before. Well, now I am in truth.” He hadn’t felt like a freak before--just different--but now? He was so damned . . . awkward and uneducated. Glaring at the pieces of lettuce before him, he sits upright and stabs it with his fork.
There’s a pleasant crinkling sound as the fork pierces through it. Lifting the piece of lettuce to his mouth, Odo finds it . . . pleasant. It mostly tastes like water. “Mm,” he nodded in approval, and then continued the rest of the colorful items in his bowl. Croutons, tomatoes, and other varying vegetables. By the end of it, he is left with happy taste buds.
“Caesar Salad,” he commits to memory. “Very refreshing. You said this was named after a play?” he inquired.
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@theconstableodo / cont.
“NOW, CONSTABLE —– DON’T BE SO PERVERTED. what does my species have to do with it ? ” as if you weren’t just shamelessly flirting, garak. “i understand your concern, however. i could teach you many things about bajorans… but as i just said, nothing prepares you like true experience.”
thoughtfully, he tips his head. “…i do happen to know a place of GREAT education in this matter. if you are willing to take a short trip with me, that is.”
Odo chafes against the thought of experiencing any form of love with a Bajoran who isn’t his particular Bajoran. However, there is wisdom in Garak’s words as well. Experience was the greatest teacher. Though he blatantly refuses to engage in anything untoward, he is . . . intrigued . . . by Garak’s offer. “A place?” Odo ventures, eyes narrowing suspiciously.
He is . . . concerned, to say the least. But what was a little risk in the game of love? Odo, breathing a soul-weary sigh, nods and rises. “Very well, Garak. I’m available right now. Let’s go to this place of yours before I change my mind.”
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moonreflected:
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the offer’s surprising. a life so filled with trauma, of people leaving, dying — it’s left nerys unsure she’d ever have this sort of bond with anyone. but odo’s different. he makes her feel less afraid of connection. of commitment. she looks at him, instead, with adoration — and that makes her afraid, but not in the same ways as it might have previously.
“well, at least we’re both together in figuring it out,” she notes, a grin on her lips. “the mysteries of the link, ours to explore together, huh?” the way he rants about his maybe parents is kind of adorable, and helps further to put her at ease about the whole thing.
the gentle way he takes her hands in his makes her heart flutter, just a little, and makes it even more difficult to push a smile from her face — not that she really wants to. “i’d love that, odo. i really would. i’ve been in the middle of danger before. i’m not afraid of danger, or risky. and i trust you. so a trip to the gamma quadrant? it sounds wonderful,”
The mysteries of the Link, indeed. Even despite his few experiences with it, Odo was no better at describing what it was than he was at mimicking human faces. “Together is wise,” he agrees, a soft look entering his gaze. Lightly, he brings their clasped hands to his lips and presses a gentle kiss against her closed fingers. “You’re my anchor, Nerys. No matter where I am in the Link, I can always find my way to you.”
A smile spreads wide on his lips when she agrees, and he rises quickly to his feet. “Excellent! I’ll speak to the Captain about slotting us R&R.” It just so happened that Odo had plenty of time off built up. Except for the required two days rest in a typical week, he had never taken a day off from work. There was little point when his life was his job. Granted, that was before he and Nerys had gotten together.
Nowadays, he looked as much forward to the end of his shift as he did the beginning of it. “I think we should leave as soon as we can. Before this war gets even worse,” he grunted. “Perhaps pack a . . . week’s worth of clothes?” If she had that much. Nerys was notorious for wearing her uniform everywhere. Granted, so was he.
It’s clear he’s excited about the prospect of taking this humanoid gesture forward in their relationship. He isn’t sure if it will translate well to his own people, but . . . if he doesn’t try to form a bridge, then who will? Before he leaves to find Sisko, however, Odo lowers his head and presses a warm kiss to the top of her head. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
@moonreflected
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Fucking superb you funky little bucket of goo.
Kira:*smiles*
Me: WOW,,, Thank you. please marry me.
“you seem a little…. jittery. you nervous? am i making you nervous?” she won’t say whether or not she considers it a bad thing.
𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 | 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬!
“Please,” Odo exhales sharply, a note of bemusement in his voice. “Though you could make a saint nervous with those certain glares of yours,” he added in a murmur. “No, I just,” he shifted uncomfortably, glancing around them to make sure no one was listening, “I’ve never been part of a sting before. Deception isn’t always my best attribute.” Which could be a good thing, in most cases, but when one had to pretend that one was looking to help the Kohn-Ma--or as it called itself these days, the Circle--deception was key.
The plan was to infiltrate the Circle and determine where they were receiving their funding. If they could also figure out who made up the inner circle of the Circle, all the better. Despite his jittery behavior, he glanced over at her. Calm and collected as always. He’d yet to meet anything--or anyone--that could break her resolve. “You look nice, by the way,” he commented, almost offhandedly.
They were at a gala. In theory, they were supposed to be meeting with the Circle member who would take them to their initiation ceremony. Music swirled around them. Bajorans crowded the small hall--chatting, laughing, dancing, drinking, and eating. Odo was trying to look like he belonged--like he did something like attend galas all of the time.
His form took the shape of a deep purple robe in the Bajoran fashion. He may not be able to replicate one of their noses, but he could at least form a good robe. It slung over his shoulder, pinned with a broach fashioned in the Bajoran symbol.
@moonreflected
starfleet medical’s proudest moment
this man won medical awards
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