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Star Trek: Dukat
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Chapters:
Prelude
Meetings Part 1
Meetings Part 2
The Specter of War
Mistakes Were Made
The Hand of Friendship
The Plot Thickens
Crossroads
Trust
Meta info:
Character Sheet
Bajor
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Prelude
Stardate 23085.84 - the year is 2346 by the Earth calendar...
Legate Kell stares at you from across his desk. A bitter expression on his face.
You've never been able to tell exactly what he thinks of you, other than that he generally dislikes everything about you. He seemed to take particular pleasure in the fact that you were no longer a legate (the equivalent of an admiral, a Gul ranking below that) yourself and makes sure to order to around far more than you think is polite, given your former status as colleagues.
All of this makes what he says next quite surprising...
"Gul Dukat..." he takes a deep breath. "Let me get straight to the point: I loathe you."
"Hardly a startling revelation, sir," You say with a smirk.
"Shut up and listen, I'm not finished yet..." (Sigh) "Regardless of my better judgement, Central Command is assigning you to command the Terok Nor orbital ore processing station and to oversee the occupation of Bajor as the new Prefect."
You say "That's...quite unexpected, sir..."
"I know it is!" he snaps, "But, we need as many skilled men as possible to oversee the huge operation of running a station and keeping an entire planet under control. Now, more than ever, the Cardassian Union needs...*you*."
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It takes you a week to make your preparations. You say goodbye to your wife and children. They take the news of your departure a lot better than you'd expected. Of course, given how much you've been away from home in the course of your career, they're hardly bothered by it anymore.
The Cardassian warship that transports you to the station is state of the art. You find yourself missing your old command where you had been assigned, a much older vessel, but none the less powerful in its day.
It takes four days to reach the station. You spend most of that time reading up on everything you can about the station and the Bajorans who you will be overseeing. (You've never actually visited the station, or Bajor before. Indeed, it was another officer who conducted the initial assault and capture of Bajor, long before you joined the military. Although, you've read the reports and seen the images).
Bajor's fleet is no longer a threat. Most of their token forces were captured or destroyed during the invasion. The remainder of the ships that weren't destroyed retreated and joined the countless bands of pirates and mercenaries that plagued the borders of the Union. Even if they did want to wage war again, they lack the means to do so.
The Bajorans themselves are a whole other matter. The Union occupation of the planet has been strict, but far from unbearable for them. They've been through a rough few years since their 'liberation'. Martial law is in effect, and a few Bajorans have protested this with small acts of civil disobedience at first, and it wasn't until several dozen people were killed in the town of Telnor that Central Command properly cracked down. The 'Telnor Incident', as it has come to be known, saw the indiscriminate killing of men and women, children and the elderly. All in the name of justice.
Of course, this did nothing to calm the situation. In the years since the incident, there have been a few small scale uprisings. These have been put down bloodily, but the Union has managed to hold on to the planet.
Now, however, the Bajorans have changed their tactics. It's less mass protests and more targeted sabotage. Several energy pipelines have been destroyed, as well as some power transfer stations. Assassinations have even been carried out, including that of your predecessor Gul Lavek, who was Prefect of Bajor and serving aboard Terok Nor at the time of his death. Indeed, this is one of the main reasons you've been sent here. Your superiors have noted your success at keeping order on the frontlines, and feel that your talents would be better served keeping a lid on the Bajorans.
Or at least, that's what they've told you. Maybe Legate Kell just wants you dead...
"Gul Irall to Gul Dukat."
You're pulled out of your thoughts by another announcement over the comms.
"Speaking," you answer.
"We're on approach to the station. Helm will be docking us in shortly."
You say "Excellent. I'm on my way to the bridge."
You stand up from your desk and leave your quarters. You walk through the halls of the ship and board a turbolift, heading to the bridge. Within a couple of minutes you arrive, and take a seat next to Gul Irall.
You reach the station at last. It looks just like you imagined it: a huge, metal, ring, with support beams and docking ports protruding from it. As the ship docks with the station, you stand from your chair and make your way towards the exit. The doors open with a pneumatic hiss, and you walk out into the docking bay.
The bay is filled with a handful of Cardassian soldiers, and a few dozen Bajorans working to unload supply crates from the ship. At the moment, they all stop and stare at you. You stare back for a moment, before Irall walks up beside you.
"At ease," he says to the workers. They slowly go back to work.
"You ever seen a Bajoran before, Dukat? They're ugly, aren't they? I heard somewhere that they used to be a similar species to us, but hundreds of years of farm life have taken their toll. You can see the callouses on their hands from working the fields. And their weird noses. Repulsive."
You look at the Bajorans working and spot a young woman. She can't be any older than you. She's tall, with long brown hair and a slim figure. There is a scar that runs vertically over her left eye, but it only makes her more attractive. And her nose...
You say "I don't know. I find the ridges on their noses rather distinguishing."
"Oh?" Irall asks, looking at the woman, then back to you. "I suppose they do have a certain feline quality. Like a sabrecat, or a snow leopard. Do you like the look of her?"
"She's... fine," you answer.
"I get it. Not five minutes on the job and you're already looking to sample the local cuisine. Well, I'm sure you'll get your fill of them now that you're Prefect here. Heh."
You don't answer, instead your attention turns to the Cardassian woman who just entered the docking bay. She looks to be of a higher rank than the typical soldiers under your command.
"Ah, this must be the Glinn assigned to assist you. I'll leave you to it, then," Irall says, walking back up the cargo ramp to his ship.
(A Glinn ranks just under a Gul, your rank.)
You walk up to the woman, and she stands at attention.
"Prefect, I am Glinn Ralta Jirrar. I have been assigned to your command for the duration of this operation."
You nod to her.
"A pleasure to meet you, Glinn."
"Please, call me Ral, sir." she says. "The Cardassian High Command believed that a female operative would be able to better relate to the Bajorans' religious community, however, that's proven unfounded. I was unable to keep the previous Prefect alive."
You look at the woman, trying to take her in. She is shorter than you, but taller than the average Bajorans. Her face is rather slim, with a pointed chin. Her skin is a grayish color, not as ridged as the average Cardassian, but still not as smooth as a human's. Her most striking feature, however, are her eyes. They're large and brown, possessing a certain warmth to them that you don't see in many Cardassian women.
"I was told you were an intelligence officer."
"I am," she says, puzzled by your remark.
"No, I mean what branch? You know, Interior, Defense, State Security... we have so many these days..."
"I'm not with the Obsidian Order, if that's what you're asking, sir. I was simply trained in military intelligence."
"Oh. But you still work for State security, don't you?"
"No, I work for the military. You are my only superior for this assignment, sir. Why, is something wrong?"
You think back to your last experience with an intelligence officer. You were hesitant to work with one again so soon.
You say "Never mind that. I'm sure it's fine. Please, show me to my office. I assume it's been cleaned up since the last Prefect was..."
"... murdered. Yes, sir." she says and the two of you leave the docking bay and head to a turbolift.
"If you'd like, I can tell you all the various theories that the military has come up with for how the terrorists were able to place the bomb in his office."
You say "Have the Bajorans responsible been apprehended?"
"No, sir, but per standard policy, we are preparing to execute one hundred civilians as retribution."
You stop walking and level your gaze at Ral.
"What?" she asks, confused by your expression.
"One hundred?" you say, making sure you heard her correctly.
"Yes, sir."
Executions:
A. Don't execute or punish civilians. Only the guilty should be punished.
B. Perhaps it's shocking, but it's necessary to maintain order. You tell her to proceed with the executions.
C. 100 isn't enough! (Feel free to suggest a number.)
D. Some lesser punishment for the civilians, since the culprits haven't been found. Order must be maintained, but not with brutality.
Investigation:
A. Make the investigation into the former Prefect's death Ral's top priority.
B. Let Ral handle it as she sees fit. You have other priories you'd like her to focus on at the moment.
Feel free to drop any other input for how you'd like to see this CYOA or this choice go.
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Chapters:
Prelude
Meetings Part 1
Meetings Part 2
The Specter of War
Mistakes Were Made
The Hand of Friendship
The Plot Thickens
Crossroads
Trust
Meta info:
Character Sheet
Bajor
-----------------------
Prelude
Stardate 23085.84 - the year is 2346 by the Earth calendar...
Legate Kell stares at you from across his desk. A bitter expression on his face.
You've never been able to tell exactly what he thinks of you, other than that he generally dislikes everything about you. He seemed to take particular pleasure in the fact that you were no longer a legate (the equivalent of an admiral, a Gul ranking below that) yourself and makes sure to order to around far more than you think is polite, given your former status as colleagues.
All of this makes what he says next quite surprising...
"Gul Dukat..." he takes a deep breath. "Let me get straight to the point: I loathe you."
"Hardly a startling revelation, sir," You say with a smirk.
"Shut up and listen, I'm not finished yet..." (Sigh) "Regardless of my better judgement, Central Command is assigning you to command the Terok Nor orbital ore processing station and to oversee the occupation of Bajor as the new Prefect."
You say "That's...quite unexpected, sir..."
"I know it is!" he snaps, "But, we need as many skilled men as possible to oversee the huge operation of running a station and keeping an entire planet under control. Now, more than ever, the Cardassian Union needs...*you*."
-----
It takes you a week to make your preparations. You say goodbye to your wife and children. They take the news of your departure a lot better than you'd expected. Of course, given how much you've been away from home in the course of your career, they're hardly bothered by it anymore.
The Cardassian warship that transports you to the station is state of the art. You find yourself missing your old command where you had been assigned, a much older vessel, but none the less powerful in its day.
It takes four days to reach the station. You spend most of that time reading up on everything you can about the station and the Bajorans who you will be overseeing. (You've never actually visited the station, or Bajor before. Indeed, it was another officer who conducted the initial assault and capture of Bajor, long before you joined the military. Although, you've read the reports and seen the images).
Bajor's fleet is no longer a threat. Most of their token forces were captured or destroyed during the invasion. The remainder of the ships that weren't destroyed retreated and joined the countless bands of pirates and mercenaries that plagued the borders of the Union. Even if they did want to wage war again, they lack the means to do so.
The Bajorans themselves are a whole other matter. The Union occupation of the planet has been strict, but far from unbearable for them. They've been through a rough few years since their 'liberation'. Martial law is in effect, and a few Bajorans have protested this with small acts of civil disobedience at first, and it wasn't until several dozen people were killed in the town of Telnor that Central Command properly cracked down. The 'Telnor Incident', as it has come to be known, saw the indiscriminate killing of men and women, children and the elderly. All in the name of justice.
Of course, this did nothing to calm the situation. In the years since the incident, there have been a few small scale uprisings. These have been put down bloodily, but the Union has managed to hold on to the planet.
Now, however, the Bajorans have changed their tactics. It's less mass protests and more targeted sabotage. Several energy pipelines have been destroyed, as well as some power transfer stations. Assassinations have even been carried out, including that of your predecessor Gul Lavek, who was Prefect of Bajor and serving aboard Terok Nor at the time of his death. Indeed, this is one of the main reasons you've been sent here. Your superiors have noted your success at keeping order on the frontlines, and feel that your talents would be better served keeping a lid on the Bajorans.
Or at least, that's what they've told you. Maybe Legate Kell just wants you dead...
"Gul Irall to Gul Dukat."
You're pulled out of your thoughts by another announcement over the comms.
"Speaking," you answer.
"We're on approach to the station. Helm will be docking us in shortly."
You say "Excellent. I'm on my way to the bridge."
You stand up from your desk and leave your quarters. You walk through the halls of the ship and board a turbolift, heading to the bridge. Within a couple of minutes you arrive, and take a seat next to Gul Irall.
You reach the station at last. It looks just like you imagined it: a huge, metal, ring, with support beams and docking ports protruding from it. As the ship docks with the station, you stand from your chair and make your way towards the exit. The doors open with a pneumatic hiss, and you walk out into the docking bay.
The bay is filled with a handful of Cardassian soldiers, and a few dozen Bajorans working to unload supply crates from the ship. At the moment, they all stop and stare at you. You stare back for a moment, before Irall walks up beside you.
"At ease," he says to the workers. They slowly go back to work.
"You ever seen a Bajoran before, Dukat? They're ugly, aren't they? I heard somewhere that they used to be a similar species to us, but hundreds of years of farm life have taken their toll. You can see the callouses on their hands from working the fields. And their weird noses. Repulsive."
You look at the Bajorans working and spot a young woman. She can't be any older than you. She's tall, with long brown hair and a slim figure. There is a scar that runs vertically over her left eye, but it only makes her more attractive. And her nose...
You say "I don't know. I find the ridges on their noses rather distinguishing."
"Oh?" Irall asks, looking at the woman, then back to you. "I suppose they do have a certain feline quality. Like a sabrecat, or a snow leopard. Do you like the look of her?"
"She's... fine," you answer.
"I get it. Not five minutes on the job and you're already looking to sample the local cuisine. Well, I'm sure you'll get your fill of them now that you're Prefect here. Heh."
You don't answer, instead your attention turns to the Cardassian woman who just entered the docking bay. She looks to be of a higher rank than the typical soldiers under your command.
"Ah, this must be the Glinn assigned to assist you. I'll leave you to it, then," Irall says, walking back up the cargo ramp to his ship.
(A Glinn ranks just under a Gul, your rank.)
You walk up to the woman, and she stands at attention.
"Prefect, I am Glinn Ralta Jirrar. I have been assigned to your command for the duration of this operation."
You nod to her.
"A pleasure to meet you, Glinn."
"Please, call me Ral, sir." she says. "The Cardassian High Command believed that a female operative would be able to better relate to the Bajorans' religious community, however, that's proven unfounded. I was unable to keep the previous Prefect alive."
You look at the woman, trying to take her in. She is shorter than you, but taller than the average Bajorans. Her face is rather slim, with a pointed chin. Her skin is a grayish color, not as ridged as the average Cardassian, but still not as smooth as a human's. Her most striking feature, however, are her eyes. They're large and brown, possessing a certain warmth to them that you don't see in many Cardassian women.
"I was told you were an intelligence officer."
"I am," she says, puzzled by your remark.
"No, I mean what branch? You know, Interior, Defense, State Security... we have so many these days..."
"I'm not with the Obsidian Order, if that's what you're asking, sir. I was simply trained in military intelligence."
"Oh. But you still work for State security, don't you?"
"No, I work for the military. You are my only superior for this assignment, sir. Why, is something wrong?"
You think back to your last experience with an intelligence officer. You were hesitant to work with one again so soon.
You say "Never mind that. I'm sure it's fine. Please, show me to my office. I assume it's been cleaned up since the last Prefect was..."
"... murdered. Yes, sir." she says and the two of you leave the docking bay and head to a turbolift.
"If you'd like, I can tell you all the various theories that the military has come up with for how the terrorists were able to place the bomb in his office."
You say "Have the Bajorans responsible been apprehended?"
"No, sir, but per standard policy, we are preparing to execute one hundred civilians as retribution."
You stop walking and level your gaze at Ral.
"What?" she asks, confused by your expression.
"One hundred?" you say, making sure you heard her correctly.
"Yes, sir."
Executions:
A. Don't execute or punish civilians. Only the guilty should be punished.
B. Perhaps it's shocking, but it's necessary to maintain order. You tell her to proceed with the executions.
C. 100 isn't enough! (Feel free to suggest a number.)
D. Some lesser punishment for the civilians, since the culprits haven't been found. Order must be maintained, but not with brutality.
Investigation:
A. Make the investigation into the former Prefect's death Ral's top priority.
B. Let Ral handle it as she sees fit. You have other priories you'd like her to focus on at the moment.
Feel free to drop any other input for how you'd like to see this CYOA or this choice go.
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