A cultural exchange (ST:DS9: CG1067 and Lilliana Rue)
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				Title: <strong>A cultural exchange (ST:DS9: CG1067 and Lilliana Rue)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CG1067</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 18:04:23</strong>
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				The new uniform was uncomfortable, but the pride at the promotion easily outweighed that, the newly elevated Dalin sat on the shuttle descending towards the planet Bajor. The invasion was over now. And Tahel Maruk had been promoted swiftly after the circulation of his paper on the occupation. It had earned him some funny looks amongst the military, but his urging of further integration of the conquered Bajoran people had clearly chimed in the right places. He had pointed out that the integration of the Bajorans into the Cardassian Union was undoubtedly in the interests of all parties, it would reduce the need for costly occupational forces on Bajor itself and the Bajoran people were sorely in need of the order and discipline that only Cardassia could provide.<br><br>The woman sat next to him was talking again, it was the exact same conversation that they had had fifteen times previously on the 8 day journey from Cardassia Prime. Word for word. It was so dull to listen to her go on about the need for a greater scientific presence on Bajor to search for the 'celestial temple' of Bajoran myth. <br><br>"For the last time Seltor" He cut her off here, it was near the end of her conversation but he could not summon up the patience to finish it this time. "This celestial temple is a myth, the product of inferior minds. We should not be surprised that such superstition exists within their culture. I am only surprised that a scientist such as yourself pays so much attention to it." He sighed and spoke quieter as a final aside "People might almost think you loved me, with the way you insist on arguing with me". That almost seemed to quieten her for a while.<br><br>She piped up again as they approached Terok Nor, the station hanging effortlessly in orbit over Bajor. She was talking again but Tahel had no interest in listening to her. It was a speedy docking, as a Cardassian military vessel their shuttlecraft was given priority access, and it was not long before he stood in the command centre at the foot of the stairs leading to Gul Ducats office. Taking a deep breath the young officer took his first step up the stairs and towards his new life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A cultural exchange (ST:DS9: CG1067 and Lilliana Rue)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilliana Rue</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 01:13:34</strong>
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				Tora Ynala stood with a group of seven other young Bajoran women, willing herself not to shiver as the chill air of Terok Nor wormed its way through the insubstantial silks they all wore. Her chestnut hair, usually pulled back, hung loose around her bare shoulders, offering limited insulation from the cold. She shifted her weight slightly, from one foot to the other. She and the others had been standing in the main concourse for well over an hour, awaiting inspection. Her deep blue eyes flicked to the woman on her left, who was trembling slightly, from cold or fear, she did not know. She vowed to show no fear, no weakness, no matter what happened.<br><br>Comfort women, the Cardassians called them. Picked to serve the Cardassian officers in any way deemed necessary. Her brother thought them no better than whores and traitors. Not that it mattered anymore. He was dead, along with her mother, her father, her baby sister. Borial had been the last, taken for interrogation 6 months ago. No body, no word, no nothing. She had almost been glad when she had been 'selected' for this last week; as much as she wanted revenge, there was nothing she could have done, alone and isolated as she'd been in her once full and vibrant family home. At least this offered a chance to gather information that could be passed on, at best; at worst, it ensured her a warm bed and regular meals. At twenty eight, she was one of the youngest in the group, and the newest to Terok Nor. She knew that a a number of new officers were arriving today; they were to be offered their pick of women after receiving their orders. She didn't know what to hope for, other than someone that would not be too cruel. She had seen what the Cardassians were capable of; she saw the destruction they were waging on Bajor. All she could do was pray to the Prophets and hope they found a way to answer her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A cultural exchange (ST:DS9: CG1067 and Lilliana Rue)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CG1067</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 02:07:58</strong>
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				The doors slid open smoothly, the heated Cardassian areas of the station were properly lit, the cold and brightness that the other occupants lived in was deeply uncomfortable, but at least here in the comand center it felt like home.<br><br>Gul Dukat was waiting for him, sat behind his desk, itself raised slightly from the rest of the room. Maruk knew that all of this was supposed to cement the Guls superiority in the minds of those who served under him, the effect was somewhat lessened when you knew that. Still, Dukat looked as imposing as a commander ought to. <br><br>"It's Dalin Tahel, isn't it." Dukats words were clearly not a question "I understand that this is to be your first assignment outside of the military theory center back on Cardassia. I read your paper with some interest, what orders were you given before you were sent here?"<br><br>Maruk stood braced to attention in front of Dukats desk, looking up at him as he ought to "I was simply instructed to report to Terok Nor and that you would brief me upon arrival. What are my orders, sir?" Dukat stood up and walked towards one of the computer displays on the wall, checking something inconsequential before he replied.<br><br>"The Central Command has grown tired of the time and effort required to pacify Bajor properly, their resistance is largely inconsequential, more of an annoyance than a threat, but they occasionally cause enough damage in their raids to be taken seriously. Whilst it is of course every Cardassians duty to put their lives at the states disposal they are too valuable to be sacrificed cheaply. I recommended your promotion and requested your assignment here after I read your paper. I want you to study Bajor, the situation, and the Bajorans. Determine if your papers recommendations would be practical or not. Do you understand?" Dukat was standing in front of him now, searching Maruks eyes for something, maybe a sign of weakness or hesitation. Maruk did his level best to ensure that Dukat would find neither. <br><br>"Of course sir, I will begin immediately." He felt excited, the orders were interesting, and a Gul had taken an interest in his work (not just any Gul, but Dukat!). This would be a very useful assignment. "Where will I be quartered sir?"<br><br>Dukat returned to his desk sitting down heavily "You have been assigned quarters on the habitat ring, level 3, chamber 901. You will need to go via the promenade. There are some Bajoran ... 'comfort women' there, pick one you like and she will follow your instructions. You had better hurry if you want any choice".&nbsp; There was an unusual shine to Dukat's eyes and his voice gave the slightest hint of amusement. Maruk could not decipher it.<br><br>Still with his new orders and quarters seen to Maruk followed his commanding officers instructions and moved to the promenade there were still a few of the girls left. The soldier guarding them stood to attention as Maruk approached but said nothing. Maruk walked up to and ran his eyes over the three comfort women standing there. One of them was shaking visibly, her eyes quivering. The next had the look of someone who was simply not there; even if she did appear perfectly healthy there was no life in her eyes. Maruk had low expectations for the last but was surprised when he started to examine her. She was clearly the youngest of the three, and although her skin held that unattractive pinkish colour and looked far too soft there was something about the way her hair and that golden ear piercing all bajorans wore framed her eyes.<br><br>"What's you name girl?" He tried to sound friendly, but who knew what it sounded like to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A cultural exchange (ST:DS9: CG1067 and Lilliana Rue)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilliana Rue</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 22:34:04</strong>
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				Ynala had watched five of the seven others waiting with her be chosen by officers and let away to the habitat ring, several clasping their chosen women by the arm roughly, leaving welts almost instantly.The chill air continued to work its way into her, making her sandalled feet ache with cold. The woman to her immediate left was still trembling, the odd muffled sob coming from her. 'She won't last,' she thought to herself, not without sympathy. She wished she could offer some reassurance, but there was none to be had; survival was often largely a state of mind, and Ynala was determined to be a survivor, no matter what the cost.<br><br>After several more long minutes passed, another Cardassian officer strode up, examining the remaining women. After a cursory look at the others, his gaze rested on her. She regarded him with an even gaze, appraising him as he did her. He was considerably taller than her, no great feat, as she stood just over five feet tall. She tilted her chin up, meeting his eyes as he asked her name. "I am Tora Ynala," she replied, her voice soft, but sure. She had no fear of giving her family name; there were no family left to feel shame for her position. He was brusque, as all Cardassians were; whether he would prove to be as barbaric as the others that had passed her over would remain to be seen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A cultural exchange (ST:DS9: CG1067 and Lilliana Rue)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CG1067</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 13:07:33</strong>
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				<em>"I am Tora Ynala,"</em><br><br>Maruk ran the name around in his head a few times 'Tora Ynala, Tora Ynala'. Again, it was as alien as she was, it had that soft flowing quality found in all Bajoran names. It was not an unattractive name by any means, and it did seem to suit her well, even with the edge of a survivor shining just beneath her eyes. <br><br>"Well then Tora, I am Dalin Tahel Maruk. Will you come with me willingly or am I going to have to force you?". It was an honest question he had been told that the majority of these comfort women had not volunteered but had been chosen, that would probably explain the state the other two appeared to be in. He knew that his fellow Cardassian officers would probably have been quiet brutal with the ones they had claimed. That was hopefully unnecessary here. He stood with his arm held out for her. "The choice is yours girl". <br><br>He was studying her, as much as he had read about the Bajoran people in the reports that had formed the basis for his people there had always been very little information about what sort of people they were. Inferior and a drain on valuable state resources was the closest it came to describing their characteristics. He committed every action, every movement, every exhalation she made to memory - he was momentarily grateful for the Cardassian education system preparing his mind as a child. Memorising had always come easily to him after he left school, it had not been a pleasant experience, but the lessons did their job. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A cultural exchange (ST:DS9: CG1067 and Lilliana Rue)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilliana Rue</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 02:02:51</strong>
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				She stepped forward, placing a hand lightly on his offered arm. The simple gesture of offering her a choice spoke volumes to her. This man may be brusque, but he was not barbaric as the others. Clearly, he was the best Cardassian specimen she had seen so far, and her best chance of survival. "I come willingly, Dalin," she replied, her voice still soft and modulated.<br><br>She fell into step with him as they moved towards the turbo lift that would take them to the habitat ring. "If you will excuse me for being forward, you may prefer to call me by my given name, Ynala. In Bajoran culture, we give our family names first." She paused for a moment. "Do you wish for me to call you by your title, or by your name, Dalin Maruk? As I understand, I am at your service for as long as you are pleased by me. I wish to know how best to do this." She resisted the urge to tighten her jaw at the last statement. She knew her very life rested on pleasing this man in any way he wished, but it still left a bad taste in her mouth, and she worried just what that may entail. She had cared for the men in her family in the most basic senses; she had never had a partner of her own. She had never joined with a man. She had come close; she was meant to wed Solus Medan, but he had disappeared just before her brother. No other man had ever laid hands on her. She waited for answers from him, quietly preparing to store what he revealed to her and determine what would be of use.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A cultural exchange (ST:DS9: CG1067 and Lilliana Rue)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CG1067</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 14:02:50</strong>
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				"Very well Ynala, and Dalin will do for now". He had told her to call him by his military title, granted it was a title he was proud to hold - but it might just help keep a suitable distance there; he thought that might well be a good idea. The walk to the turbo-lift was quick, a few Bajorans on the promenade were unable to hide their sour looks before he saw them. It was such a shame, he thought, these people were trapped at least a century behind Cardassia and yet they hated the people who had come to drag them into modernity. <br><br>As he instructed the turbo lift to take them to the appropriate ring and level he turned to her, still trying to get used to the physiological differences. <br><br>"Ynala, one of the things I will need from you is a detailed conversation on the current moods, needs and desires of the Bajoran people. That will be crucial to my mission here. I would also appreciate any relevant information you can give me about your peoples history, although I recognise that your education may have been cut short by events."<br><br>The turbo lift stopped, a short walk from his quarters. "Is that clear Ynala? If you are unable to assist me there then it's a fairly easy thing to replace you, so please do give me an honest assessment."
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