Primo chewed thoughtfully on a piece of tentacle, a small piece that was left after the choicest ones had already been consumed. The plate had only bits and pieces now, the majority already eaten. "During the Cardassian occupation of Bajor, I did some work in the sector. Smuggled in supplies for the Bajoran resistance - food, weapons, medical necessities. Even fought for them a couple times - and for myself when one of them sold me out to a Cardassian." Primo's expression grew mixed, the memory not altogether pleasant nor entirely bitter. "An ambitious Gul in the Obsidian Order approached me about working for the Cardassians instead. It was much better paying - and the payments were always meticulously punctual. And there were other benefits, beyond the latinum." He chuckled, but elaborated no further.<br/><br/>The augment shifted his bulk and looked at Jak'kala. "Have you ever used a Cardassian disruptor rifle? It's a marvellous weapon. They still function after tremendous use and abuse. I dragged one out of the mud from under a rotting Bajoran corpse - no telling how long it had been there - and the weapon still functioned perfectly. I'd recommend them over any other weapon in the quadrant." The man managed to keep his enthusiasm to a mellow level. It did not overwhelm or become effusive.