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It makes her a bit nervous, to be walking and making conversation with her new employer. She’s not used to it all, someone wanting to talk to her. So she avoids making eye contact, turning her gaze to the floor as he speaks to her. 

His approval of how she’s been doing soothes her anxiety about the possibility of being sent back to Bajor somewhat, enough where she feels more comfortable speaking to Dukat. If she’s to continue being his personal assistant, she’ll have to get used to talking to him. Cardassians love conversation, and though her duties bringing her all around the station every day means she hasn’t seen much of him, there’s always these bits of downtime like right now that will require she talk.

And since he’d offered... There were plenty of questions she had about the station, but not many of them seemed relevant at the moment. Since they were headed to the promenade, though, she had one. “On our way to the bar, do you think you could point out somewhere I could get some new clothes? I haven’t had much of a chance to see the promenade besides the security office...” 

It’s terribly hot on the station, and the Bajoran man who had been in charge of getting her and the other women from the camp ready to be presented had provided her an outfit with long sleeves and a high collar to try and hide most of her scars. The ones on her lip and under her right eye couldn’t be hidden, and she’d been told to keep her hands, just as laced with scars as her arms, out of sight. After she’d been chosen, he’d procured a few more outfits for her in a similar style before leaving her to figure things out for herself.

Since she’s still figuring out her replicator, it would be nice to get some clothes that weren’t so warm.

Dukat walks into his office, arms fulls of padds, hoping to catch his new assistant Tora Naprem there. She has duties that take her all around the station, but his office is her home base, and if Dukat is Very Lucky, she will have some down time right around now. Dukat spots her, busy in her own padd, and tries to orchestrate a convincing stumble, 'accidentally' dropping his pile of padds on the floor. "Oh, how clumsy of me," he mutters, bending over to pick them up, ass in her face.

Her new position on Terok Nor is drastically different from her former job working in a labor camp moving supplies, and Naprem finds it difficult to be doing and carrying around so much paperwork, adjusting to station life and the Cardassian’s hierarchy. She’s usually quite busy but every so often there’s a reprieve and she can work from the Prefect’s office.

There was just a report to go over that wasn’t worth the Prefect’s time, and then she was free to do her own project, learning from a kardasi reading program. Naprem isn’t sure how she’s managed to get by without admitting she never learned to read or write, not even in Bajoran, but thankfully her hearing is better than a Cardassian’s and her Kardasi comprehension nearly as good as her Bajoran, so she can make her padd read reports aloud without anyone noticing until she figures it out.

She’s surprised that she’s picking it up so easily, and is so absorbed in the teaching program she managed to buy using some of the latinum from her first week’s pay, that she doesn’t notice when Gul Dukat returns to his office until he drops his things and mutters to himself. He’s backward, bent over, so she quickly shuts off her padd to hide the program on display and gets up. “Let me help you, Sir!”

As she kneels down to help gather up the scattered padds, she briefly takes notice of how skinny his legs are. There’s no substance to him underneath his uniform, really.

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Naprem nods and says, “It’s really different from anywhere I’ve been on Bajor, but I think I’ve adjusted pretty well to living on a space station, Sir.” She has no idea whether or not she’ll ever completely adjust to Terok Nor, but it’s no longer so overwhelming getting used to her life being completely changed.

And she wouldn’t say she likes the station. It’s nervewracking, being surrounded by so many soldiers, being exposed to so much technology she’s only ever heard about and is now expected to know how to use, dreading walking through or to certain areas where being the Prefect’s personal assistant-

She’s not even sure what that means. No one else does. None of the Prefects have ever had a Bajoran assistant before.

-makes things harder rather than easier. 

Still, she vastly prefers this new job to the one she had in the mining camp down on Bajor she was taken from. Naprem would rather stay on Terok Nor forever than go back and risk being caught again. So she adds, “We haven’t spoken much, Sir, but I just wanted to say I’m really grateful for this job! It was very kind of you to give me this position.” She certainly wasn’t the only Bajoran brought up to the station from her camp that day, he could have picked any of the other girls that were with her.

Dukat walks into his office, arms fulls of padds, hoping to catch his new assistant Tora Naprem there. She has duties that take her all around the station, but his office is her home base, and if Dukat is Very Lucky, she will have some down time right around now. Dukat spots her, busy in her own padd, and tries to orchestrate a convincing stumble, 'accidentally' dropping his pile of padds on the floor. "Oh, how clumsy of me," he mutters, bending over to pick them up, ass in her face.

Her new position on Terok Nor is drastically different from her former job working in a labor camp moving supplies, and Naprem finds it difficult to be doing and carrying around so much paperwork, adjusting to station life and the Cardassian’s hierarchy. She’s usually quite busy but every so often there’s a reprieve and she can work from the Prefect’s office.

There was just a report to go over that wasn’t worth the Prefect’s time, and then she was free to do her own project, learning from a kardasi reading program. Naprem isn’t sure how she’s managed to get by without admitting she never learned to read or write, not even in Bajoran, but thankfully her hearing is better than a Cardassian’s and her Kardasi comprehension nearly as good as her Bajoran, so she can make her padd read reports aloud without anyone noticing until she figures it out.

She’s surprised that she’s picking it up so easily, and is so absorbed in the teaching program she managed to buy using some of the latinum from her first week’s pay, that she doesn’t notice when Gul Dukat returns to his office until he drops his things and mutters to himself. He’s backward, bent over, so she quickly shuts off her padd to hide the program on display and gets up. “Let me help you, Sir!”

As she kneels down to help gather up the scattered padds, she briefly takes notice of how skinny his legs are. There’s no substance to him underneath his uniform, really.

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Naprem hasn’t gone to eat at the bar by herself just yet, and has only gone in it twice while looking for a security officer who needed to sign a criminal report, and to find one of the Dalins who worked in the ore processing unit to give him new orders from Dukat. She didn’t see any Bajorans in there either time, so she wasn’t sure she’d be welcome, but by accompanying Dukat she won’t have to worry. So she’s glad he agrees to go there, though...

He holds his arm strangely in a way she’s never seen any of the soldiers do, not here on the station nor down on Bajor. Then she realizes it must be something friendly. No soldier or guard has ever treated her like a friend, so of course she’s never seen it before. But then again... she’s probably be wrong. She doesn’t know much about Cardassian culture outside of a military perspective.

So, him giving a friendly gesture might be too hasty of her, she quickly amends. Holding her padd to her chest, she goes through what she knows as fast as she can. Cardassians are typically distrustful, status is a big deal to them, almost like the D’jarra system was to traditional Bajorans.

She heads to the door first. The Cardassian soldiers always wait for her to exit rooms first, and she doesn’t really blame them. They don’t want to turn their back to a Bajoran. She doesn’t want to give Dukat any reason to distrust her, to think she’s being insubordinate somehow. Once she’s outside his office, she turns and waits for him, the door staying open with her close enough to its sensor.

Dukat walks into his office, arms fulls of padds, hoping to catch his new assistant Tora Naprem there. She has duties that take her all around the station, but his office is her home base, and if Dukat is Very Lucky, she will have some down time right around now. Dukat spots her, busy in her own padd, and tries to orchestrate a convincing stumble, 'accidentally' dropping his pile of padds on the floor. "Oh, how clumsy of me," he mutters, bending over to pick them up, ass in her face.

Her new position on Terok Nor is drastically different from her former job working in a labor camp moving supplies, and Naprem finds it difficult to be doing and carrying around so much paperwork, adjusting to station life and the Cardassian’s hierarchy. She’s usually quite busy but every so often there’s a reprieve and she can work from the Prefect’s office.

There was just a report to go over that wasn’t worth the Prefect’s time, and then she was free to do her own project, learning from a kardasi reading program. Naprem isn’t sure how she’s managed to get by without admitting she never learned to read or write, not even in Bajoran, but thankfully her hearing is better than a Cardassian’s and her Kardasi comprehension nearly as good as her Bajoran, so she can make her padd read reports aloud without anyone noticing until she figures it out.

She’s surprised that she’s picking it up so easily, and is so absorbed in the teaching program she managed to buy using some of the latinum from her first week’s pay, that she doesn’t notice when Gul Dukat returns to his office until he drops his things and mutters to himself. He’s backward, bent over, so she quickly shuts off her padd to hide the program on display and gets up. “Let me help you, Sir!”

As she kneels down to help gather up the scattered padds, she briefly takes notice of how skinny his legs are. There’s no substance to him underneath his uniform, really.

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She doesn’t really want to leave the padds on the floor, where they could be stepped on and damaged or cause someone to fall, but she can just pick them up tomorrow before anyone comes in, and food sounds pretty good. After a bit of trial and error with the replicator in her quarters, she’s managed to get it to make things she actually enjoys and can stomach, and having decent food twice a day has quickly become one of her favorite things about working on the station.

“A bit. That would be great, Sir!” she agrees with a bright smile, standing up. It’ll be nice to eat after a long day of ferrying around reports and orders, and she’s sure he could use a good meal as well. She sets the small stack of padds she’s gathered on top of his desk, and retrieves her own, asking, “Where do you want to eat, Sir? The bar?”

Dukat walks into his office, arms fulls of padds, hoping to catch his new assistant Tora Naprem there. She has duties that take her all around the station, but his office is her home base, and if Dukat is Very Lucky, she will have some down time right around now. Dukat spots her, busy in her own padd, and tries to orchestrate a convincing stumble, 'accidentally' dropping his pile of padds on the floor. "Oh, how clumsy of me," he mutters, bending over to pick them up, ass in her face.

Her new position on Terok Nor is drastically different from her former job working in a labor camp moving supplies, and Naprem finds it difficult to be doing and carrying around so much paperwork, adjusting to station life and the Cardassian’s hierarchy. She’s usually quite busy but every so often there’s a reprieve and she can work from the Prefect’s office.

There was just a report to go over that wasn’t worth the Prefect’s time, and then she was free to do her own project, learning from a kardasi reading program. Naprem isn’t sure how she’s managed to get by without admitting she never learned to read or write, not even in Bajoran, but thankfully her hearing is better than a Cardassian’s and her Kardasi comprehension nearly as good as her Bajoran, so she can make her padd read reports aloud without anyone noticing until she figures it out.

She’s surprised that she’s picking it up so easily, and is so absorbed in the teaching program she managed to buy using some of the latinum from her first week’s pay, that she doesn’t notice when Gul Dukat returns to his office until he drops his things and mutters to himself. He’s backward, bent over, so she quickly shuts off her padd to hide the program on display and gets up. “Let me help you, Sir!”

As she kneels down to help gather up the scattered padds, she briefly takes notice of how skinny his legs are. There’s no substance to him underneath his uniform, really.

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Dukat walks into his office, arms fulls of padds, hoping to catch his new assistant Tora Naprem there. She has duties that take her all around the station, but his office is her home base, and if Dukat is Very Lucky, she will have some down time right around now. Dukat spots her, busy in her own padd, and tries to orchestrate a convincing stumble, 'accidentally' dropping his pile of padds on the floor. "Oh, how clumsy of me," he mutters, bending over to pick them up, ass in her face.

Her new position on Terok Nor is drastically different from her former job working in a labor camp moving supplies, and Naprem finds it difficult to be doing and carrying around so much paperwork, adjusting to station life and the Cardassian’s hierarchy. She’s usually quite busy but every so often there’s a reprieve and she can work from the Prefect’s office.

There was just a report to go over that wasn’t worth the Prefect’s time, and then she was free to do her own project, learning from a kardasi reading program. Naprem isn’t sure how she’s managed to get by without admitting she never learned to read or write, not even in Bajoran, but thankfully her hearing is better than a Cardassian’s and her Kardasi comprehension nearly as good as her Bajoran, so she can make her padd read reports aloud without anyone noticing until she figures it out.

She’s surprised that she’s picking it up so easily, and is so absorbed in the teaching program she managed to buy using some of the latinum from her first week’s pay, that she doesn’t notice when Gul Dukat returns to his office until he drops his things and mutters to himself. He’s backward, bent over, so she quickly shuts off her padd to hide the program on display and gets up. “Let me help you, Sir!”

As she kneels down to help gather up the scattered padds, she briefly takes notice of how skinny his legs are. There’s no substance to him underneath his uniform, really.

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so i’m currently working at a law firm and the other day one of the attorneys was talking to me and he mentioned that he’s “not very confrontational” and i was like you are?? a lawyer???

and he said “yeah but in court there are rules. i can argue with some shmuck in a suit in front of a judge no problem, but when i leave the courthouse and go home i’m not gonna argue with my wife about dinner. there are no rules in our kitchen. i would die.”

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Snek

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Newest edition to my Star Trek drawing collection. This drawing of Marc Alaimo as Gul Dukat from DS9 was done in charcoal and pencil. Here’s to all the DS9 fans out there! 🖖🏻⭐️👽 #startrek #startrekds9 #startrekart #fanart #cardassian #marcalaimo #guldukat #ds925 #ds9 #theds9documentary

@guldukat-blog @guldukatvevo @startrekgifs @ds9vgrconfessions @ds9promenade @voyager-book-club @rikerssexblouse @cardassians-blog

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Vintage Cardassian Shuttle

Profile: Disused model of a small auxiliary craft that was once typical in the Cardassian Union. A few are still in service although most have been mothballed. Warp capable.

Pictured: A vintage Cardassian shuttle sits at the Qualor II Depot.

Appeared in Star Trek: DS9 “The Maquis: Soldiers of Peace,” Malibu Comics

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You know what this fandom needs? More art of the Deep Space Nine young adults doing young adult things!

So here! Have Jake, Ziyal, Alexander, and Nog babysitting Molly and Kirayoshi!

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Cardassian Shuttle

Profile: Standard short-range craft of the Cardassian Union, typically assigned to military bases or starships. Equipped with warp drive, transporters and capable of atmospheric ops.

Pictured: A Cardassian Shuttle on its way to Cardassia.

Appeared in Star Trek: DS9 “The Maquis: Soldiers of Peace,” Malibu Comics

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…at this point these may as well be “the misc gang goes to the renaissance festival”. PS, thank u roommate for modeling the leftmost guy’s hands, you’re a peach

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DS9 studio models

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Made a transparent Cardassian emblem! Same as the Obsidian Order logo I did, [x], this small version is free to use on your blog, art, etc..

Available on stuff on Redbubble [x]

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Ziyal and Kira on Gul Dukat

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Dukat’s dad was a street fighter in his youth im losing my mind

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Sometimes you just end up drawing Cardassians in the wee hours of the morning.