I suppose you can't fault me for trying, we could make a wonderful team

Whyever would we want to disassemble you? We can see you are an individual, we aren't like the Federation having a debate on if you are property or not.

We aren't as brutal as the propaganda would have you believe, we value highly intelligent, dedicated officers for what they can do and bring to us

You are you own individual, not your brother...and I can offer much more than things as trivial as a few moments of physical bliss

You would find a 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 warm welcome if you ever decided to...ahh...join the opposition

Perhaps, I know she was relentless.

When I set my heart on a thing I do not give it up

I do try to be careful, but sometimes am impulsive if I see something...or someone...worth taking

"Oh, I have plans to be more than an Empress of Dirt, Nevala...and you had best remember it as well as your proper place. I want information, I hear there is an Iconian on that fvadt station...as impossible as it is to believe...what do you know?"

𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑜

"I hear you are lurking around DS9 like an outcast, playing the spy. I have an interest there myself, and thought you might wish to help."

"Honestly, Nevala, is that any way to start a conversation with an old friend?"

- 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦.

"𝘜𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 '𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘴' 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮...𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮."

"𝘕-𝘯𝘰, 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺."

"𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵."

-𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘢.

"𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦."

"𝘞𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴-"

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰," 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, "𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? 𝘕𝘰? 𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬."

"𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦-"

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭, 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘨-

-𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴.

"𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘶𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴.

"𝘐𝘧 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘻𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘹 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴." 𝘩𝘦-

"Listen to me, Verjak," 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦, 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑜,"when they show up again kill whoever you need to but bring me this 'Debrune'. If you can't manage to get Avox at least that will make this hlai chase worth something."

"What did you say? Glows purple?" 𝑆𝑒𝑙𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑, 𝑠𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.

"Yes, according to the fool at the bar."

"Where is this supposed Debrune?"

"Oh, that makes total sense, a Romulan Debrune just traipsing about with guards. And TALL!! Verjak, I am going to cut this channel and vaporize your friends-"

"Liar! The Debrune have been dead for two thousand years! The breakaways have a...are you insane?! Am I wasting time helping an imbicile? How can you expect me to rely and align with your tribe if you come with your tongue wagging lies like this?" 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑, 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟.

-ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑣𝑎𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑦.