Garak was alone. He was the last Cardassian on the station. Or what was left of it anyway. The place was almost completely destroyed.
Luckily his shop was mostly in tact. He had lost a lot, but the Cardassians mostly left him alone due to him being one of them.
Well, luckily wouldn't really be the word for it. He was stuck alone on a station far away from his home world and people because they couldn't just think to stay a few years longer?
In a sudden fit of rage, Garak flung his box of sewing supplies across the shop. It exploded and bit of thread and needles fell to the ground.
He breathed out heavily and started to pick everything up, but a sudden shiver ran down his spine. It was so... cold. The entire ship had a huge temperature shift.
Garak knew it was because of those damn humans. The Federation had decided to take over the station. They named it "Deep Space Nine" of all things. Garak felt a vile taste in his mouth. He had had limited contact with humans in his former line of work, but what he knew of them was enough.
They were all sentiment and softness. They probably took over the station just so they could get Bajor to join their stupid Federation. Always just the sappy motives.
The lights were too bright as well. Garak had to squint most of the time so that he didn't get a headache.
He wanted to leave so badly. But where could he go? There was nothing out there for him. He looked out of his doorway as Starfleet officers walked past his shop. Most of them looked at him with puzzlement and disgust when they saw him and quickly left. So that is what he was going to have to deal with from now on.
Humans who wouldn't come close to him while they were the ones dressed in those ugly pajamas.
Garak scolded himself mentally for starting to think like a tailor. The place must have started getting to him. He sneered at the bright lights once again and continued salvaging what was left of his tailoring business.
He stepped outside to dump a bunch of destroyed materials somewhere, when he suddenly saw two people walking past all the shops across the promenade from the cardassian.
There was a Bajoran woman and a human. The human Starfleet officer was looking around at everything with eagerness and wonder. His excitement at the wreckage around him made Garak not help but smile. He looked so young and ready to take on the world. Even from far away Garak could see the glint in his eyes. The tailor had to admit that the blue uniform complimented his chocolate skin maybe a bit... better than the other officers.
The human headed into the infirmary. Ah, so he was a doctor.
Garak was still smiling as he walked back into his shop.
Maybe this thing wasn't going too terrible.