That is the question, isn't it? Why would someone hide what they were here if they were more? And why would someone be content to be known only as a tailor if they had additional skills?
When you've figured out answers to those you'll have to let me know. I fear I have none to give.
[Hm that is interesting. Lexa gets the message underlining what he's saying even if she does not fully understand what it means. It's enough to let her back off the topic for now. ]
[He wonders if he got his point across. Time will tell. For now, there's something else at hand.]
They're known as the Dominion. A race of shapeshifters that has taken over much of one quadrant of the galaxy, enslaving and altering multiple species along their path as well as destroying others. Now they've found our corner of the galaxy, and a deluded moron who saw a potential for more power for himself invited them in. Said failure of a Cardassian was entirely unaware to how much they want to destroy our world and our people, or perhaps he didn't care. I've never been quite sure with him; how he manages to breathe while being quite that dense is a scientific marvel.
I wouldn't mind him showing up here. We could shove him in front of the creatures as a diversion next time.
It is my opinion that putting personal gain over one's people is both. He has managed to disappear after betraying my people and killing two of my friends, because the Federation believes in kindness and mercy.
They have no true understanding of justice. Vengeance is entirely beyond them, except when it's their worlds being attacked, and their ships. Then it's acceptable, but a few people? Someone else's world? Weak indeed, a vast majority of them. I can only respect a few members of Starfleet, the Federation's military arm, and Julian is among them.
The traitor's name is Skrain Dukat and I will greatly appreciate the assistance.
Classically self-centered. The Mountain Men were like that. They loved to paint themselves as civilized and us as savages. It's always the civilized ones who look down on others and excuse their own choices.
Exactly. They look to overwhelm individual cultures and customs and depth with their definition of what is proper, and fail to see what all they lose in the process. And then, when they've lost it, they see what we have and are driven by envy to declare it wrong. Why should we have something they do not?
I do not know if my peoples' empire will make it another thousand years, but I sincerely doubt the Federation will. They have lost who they are.
Why do they think they have the authority to tell any of you what should be done? I brought together our clans into one, but each one still had its individual leaders and way of life. I would not go to someone else's world and claim I know what's best for them.
They preach infinite diversity in infinite combinations, but do not know how to accept it. They think the only thing that matters is variety in races, not in cultures and points of view.
And they do it thinking they do it out of kindness. Thinking that by assimilating everyone and making them the right sort of equal that they raise everyone in their collective, so to speak.
[Sometimes he amuses himself.]
But the truth is that individual races and leaders and cultures and approaches matter.
It sounds as if they've conquered all of these planets and cultures. These are not the actions of peacekeepers, they are dictators. Why has on one risen up against them?
Because the worlds that have joined have their smartest siphoned off into Starfleet, and have enough comforts handed to them to keep them quiet.
My people have warred with the Federation, as have the Klingons and the Romulans, and in the end it becomes a taxing war with no winners. The lives and resources poured into war no longer pay off when you're fighting another empire.
Most know the Federation to be full of corruption and issues because they themselves are. Julian does not see it because that's not who he is. He sees what the Federation could be and believes it is because he spends all of his time living up to that ideal.
I tried to make Clarke think more like me, but she made me think more like her instead. Nothing to an extreme of believing in a Federation, but in believing there was an end to unnecessary bloodshed.
No, they are very determined. And very forgiving. She forgave my harsher choices, not many would. I think Julian would do the same for his loved ones. I am not so forgiving.
Even for those he does not love. He is a fool who will hopefully live to regret when he forgives the wrong thing and the wrong person.
In contrast, the end of a Cardassian's life comes with him getting someone he trusts to make certain his enemies or those who have wronged him will not long outlive him. It makes for a great difficulty when it comes to understanding people like Julian and apparently also Clarke. Not everyone will drive a knife into your back, but if you present your back to everyone the chance of finding a surprise blade increases greatly and yet they do it anyway.
Our people sound very similar. Jus drein jus daun is our saying. Blood must have blood. It is violent but it is just, at least in our eyes. If we had a long time to be with our people, if the planet had not died, perhaps we would have been able to change. But the Kyongedon, Grounders, value survival and survival is through strength.
Yet I never wanted her to lose her hope that people are good and worth saving.
I never expected to meet another species at all, so you are a welcome surprise.
I thought you two were a couple, but I see you are not. If our parallels continue, perhaps you should tell him. Clarke and I love one another despite our many differences.
Love cannot change one's interests or nature, my dear. His taste runs to young, slender, and female, and as you may have noticed, I am none of those things.
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When you've figured out answers to those you'll have to let me know. I fear I have none to give.
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Who is occupying your world?
[Back on task!]
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They're known as the Dominion. A race of shapeshifters that has taken over much of one quadrant of the galaxy, enslaving and altering multiple species along their path as well as destroying others. Now they've found our corner of the galaxy, and a deluded moron who saw a potential for more power for himself invited them in. Said failure of a Cardassian was entirely unaware to how much they want to destroy our world and our people, or perhaps he didn't care. I've never been quite sure with him; how he manages to breathe while being quite that dense is a scientific marvel.
I wouldn't mind him showing up here. We could shove him in front of the creatures as a diversion next time.
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I do not. Not for him.
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If he comes here I will help you hunt him and hide the body.
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The traitor's name is Skrain Dukat and I will greatly appreciate the assistance.
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I do not know if my peoples' empire will make it another thousand years, but I sincerely doubt the Federation will. They have lost who they are.
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And they do it thinking they do it out of kindness. Thinking that by assimilating everyone and making them the right sort of equal that they raise everyone in their collective, so to speak.
[Sometimes he amuses himself.]
But the truth is that individual races and leaders and cultures and approaches matter.
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My people have warred with the Federation, as have the Klingons and the Romulans, and in the end it becomes a taxing war with no winners. The lives and resources poured into war no longer pay off when you're fighting another empire.
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[He'd lie... but that would endanger his cover all the more and really, he knows he's obvious.]
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In contrast, the end of a Cardassian's life comes with him getting someone he trusts to make certain his enemies or those who have wronged him will not long outlive him. It makes for a great difficulty when it comes to understanding people like Julian and apparently also Clarke. Not everyone will drive a knife into your back, but if you present your back to everyone the chance of finding a surprise blade increases greatly and yet they do it anyway.
They need us. Whether they know it or not.
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Yet I never wanted her to lose her hope that people are good and worth saving.
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I would like him to be a little less optimistic, for his own sake... but I would not like for him to lose who he is. I would not like to lose him.
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I thought you two were a couple, but I see you are not. If our parallels continue, perhaps you should tell him. Clarke and I love one another despite our many differences.
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Sometimes things are not meant to be.
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