A Shift in Attitudes

by Iniki Melset

The personnel of the Federation Starbase on Post-War Cardassia is concerned about the orphans living in the ruins; Odo gets the go-ahead from Starfleet to have a Vorta search documents on the whereabouts of the remaining 97 infant Changelings...

A Shift in Attitudes

Together with his multi-ethnic staff and a Cardassian guard, Glinn Ressek, Commander Alberts was inspecting an area of ruins slated for removal within some days when Lieutenant Mok'tah drew his attention to a disturbing sight. "Commander, look at this; they should not be here."

Commander Alberts turned to see a Cardassian child of at most six leading a younger one by the hand; surprised, he looked around for adults whose children they could be, but there was no one nearby. Both of them were staring at the aliens, wide-eyed, prepared to run away if the members of the group made any move that could be threatening.

"Mok'tah, those two children..." He noticed at once that they were close to starvation; their clothing hung on them loosely, their scales were dull, their hair rough and tangled, they were unkempt, not at all like the Cardassian children he had seen so far who, even now, were lovingly cared for by their parents and protected as much as possible.

"They came out of there, from that ruined building." Major Selik indicated the direction with a motion of his head.

"What are they doing here anyway? I was notified some days ago that everyone in this district had been evacuated. They should be in one of the camps where they can be provided with food, shelter and at least basic medical care. This area is far too dangerous; when the teams organized for removal of the ruins take up their work in five days, heavy machinery will be used," said the human, turning to Glinn Ressek who was acting as their guide.

For him, the answer was simple enough. "They are orphans."

"Isn't there anyone who is responsible for them?" asked Mok'tah, surprised by the Cardassian's casual attitude.

"No one. Orphans have no place in our society. Before The Defeat, a family who had resources to spare sponsored one or two. But now, in the current situation..." he shrugged. "Even in the past, there was never enough. We have large families, dearly love our children, but when disaster strikes, the loss of parents means the loss of status in society."

In the meantime, one of the officers, an Andorian, Recruit Mathassth, had slowly approached the children while speaking to them gently in a low, soothing voice, then opened his kit to take out a handful of rations; he crouched so that he was at eye level with the children and held the packets out to them, nodded in encouragement, patiently trying to get them to approach him and take what he was offering.

Anyone could see that they were frightened by this alien who looked far different to those they had seen before, but hunger won out. The older one edged forward cautiously, step by step, her eyes on the Andorian, ready to make a run for it, then, gathering all her courage, she quickly took what he was holding, uttered a soft, vocal hiss, a sign of happiness. With her free hand, she touched her chest while saying a few words in Kardasi, then running back into the ruins as quickly as her younger sibling could follow.

Ressek shook his head, "That was not a good idea. They'll be expecting handouts from all of the Federaje now, and not only these two."

"You can't just leave those children to cope with such a catastrophic situation on their own! There must be hundreds like them on the planet, if not thousands, who have lost either parents or their entire family in the Fire. They need help!"

"You see the problem." The others could recognize from his attitude that Ressek was not thinking about the orphans, but feared that the Federaje would now be accosted by begging children after Massassth's generosity. Cardassians do not beg was true, but these were the very young, and Need knows no rules was also all too true, especially now.

Ressek saw himself confronted by the others' expression of reproach, disgust, shock and incomprehension; the Cardassian officer remembered what he had heard about the ideals of the Federation, realized that his people's mindset was profoundly alien to these Federaje. Much against his will, he opted for honesty as it no longer mattered, not after The Fire and its consequences for his worlds.

"You must know that, with some exceptions we were never a prosperous people. It was only a very few individuals who could afford or were willing to allocate resources to anyone outside their extended family. These..." he gestured towards the ruin into which the children had disappeared, "...were given a basic education by instructors or volunteers. At yearly meetings personnel of the educational centers entered the most resourceful and intelligent among them on a list which was then submitted to the Ministry of Education. Potential sponsors could subsequently select one or two to further. The others? Housed in orphanages, many more were left to fend for themselves, especially in the poorer areas of our cities."

"How were these homes?"

"Solid buildings, large dormitories. The groups became units of mutual support."

The listeners recognized the undertone in his voice. Selik stated evenly, "The weaker ones did not survive."

"No, not always. They got medical treatment, were immunized as were all of us, were fed and clothed, but apart from that... You may have realized that Cardassians are survivors with all this implies."

"And now, they are completely on their own, facing this catastrophe with no protection, no support, no adults to keep them safe."

The Cardassian finally admitted, "I... was one of them in my childhood. After my Emergence at the age of fifteen C-standard, Central Command's recruiters came to our area, so I signed up at once as I had no other options. Life as a foot soldier from the moment I left the orphanage until a Glinn told his commanding officer I had the potential to become an officer myself." He looked around, "I succeeded but then, the Dominion Alliance and..." he gestured at the ruins, "...everything ended in this."

Commander Alberts said nothing. This state of affairs has to be addressed; these children have to be provided for. There has been such an immense loss of life and even if this was not the case, this attitude is inhumane. Those two children, and others like them, living like rats, grabbing what they can, fighting each other... Aloud, he said, "What kind of a future do they have?"

"I fear none. You cannot change our ways, however," Ressek fell silent, remembering life on the streets, the desperate struggle to survive, his time in the orphanage, trying to excel in the hope of finding a sponsor... But there had been too many candidates. "I don't know. Most likely none at all..."

II

At returning to headquarters with the team, Commander Alberts, who had arrived on Cardassia a few days before and had asked to join the team to get a first impression of what they were up against, took up his regular duties. Major Barton reported to the commanding officer of the provisional base who was supervising implementation of projects together with the network of Cardassian Organizers. For the Federation representatives on-world, it was astonishing how quickly a basic form of government had been established.

"Major Barton reporting."

Commander Marhal was seated behind a desk whose inset screen displayed a map of greater Loo'Wess City and Province, its districts, the area in which Starfleet's base was being established, as well as those sections of the city where ruins were to be removed within the next two or three years. A secondary screen showed the structure of the new city which had already been established by the Cardassians themselves; this plan was superimposed on the layout of the severely damaged city.

"The patrol was routine?"

"Yes, sir."

"Any incidents?"

"No, Sir." Barton hesitated, "Permission to talk freely?"

"Off the record?"

"No, sir. It is only an observation which has raised concern among us, nothing to do with security. Commander Alberts said I should mention it to you. Considering Cardassian ethics and culture, it could be a difficult matter to address."

"I'm listening." The Trill officer waited, interested.

"While checking out the immediate area with Glinn Ressek to make sure everyone was evacuated before removal of the ruins begins next week, we saw two children who are living there on their own, in obvious need of food, shelter and possibly medical care. Recruit Massassth gave them some ration packs and the two fled into a hollow in the ruins. Ressek informed us that there are groups of abandoned children and adolescents in the cities, that if you are an orphan, have no family ties, you have neither status nor a place in Cardassian society, are left to cope on your own, especially now, after The Defeat."

"I am aware of the problem, but much as I regret it in this case, our directive is to refrain from interfering in Cardassian internal affairs such as they are at present, except if we are asked for advice or about our own methods by the provisional government as this could lead to conflicts. Our mission is to give logistic and material assistance alone; those children and youths can be taken to the camps where they will be cared for."

"Seemingly they are not welcome in the camps, at least I have seen only individuals, families with their children or single-parent families in those areas so far..." He added, "Ressek himself seemed disturbed, admitted that he was one of them in his childhood. One of the luckier ones."

"Remember Cardassians' pride in their culture and society; for us it seems a dog-eat-dog system, for them? It is their way of life. Strength is valued, compassion considered a weakness that cannot be afforded. You attended those classes about Human societies of the pre-Eugenics War era on Earth? There, too, in poor countries orphans were left to fend for themselves on the streets, there were nations in which children were abandoned because families could not afford to feed those they had, charitable organizations were unable to reach them all. Sounds familiar?"

"Yes, but that situation was resolved because people were determined to help; the initiatives of many organizations as well as the donors who supported them, later international efforts, made a difference." Barton hesitated for some moments before saying, "Mok'tah, Selik and Massassth agree that so many lives were lost at the end of this war due to the Dominion's attempt at genocide that it would be unconscionable to waste the potential these young people represent for Cardassia's future." He hesitated for a moment, "And what will they do when the ruins are removed? Where can they go? They'll lose even the little they have."

Commander Marhal encouraged his personnel to suggest, develop and submit project proposals of their own to be discussed and, if feasible, presented to the Organizers. During one of his lifetimes, he had repeatedly seen that spontaneous input often led to far more effective initiatives than did predetermined projects. "Major Barton, as you are concerned about the fate of those children, I have a project for you: find a solution acceptable both to Cardassian mentality and to our own ethics. Once you take up work on the project, other personnel will take over patrol. I would suggest you cooperate with Major Selik and Glinn Ressek who will be replaced for the time necessary." After a moment he added, "You and those who work on the proposal are to keep me informed of interim results. I expect the final document to be ready for submission to the Cardassian Council of Organizers. Bounce your ideas off personnel on your team for a day or two, then begin. I expect to have your proposal on my desk within two weeks."

"Commander, we can work on this project after duty so that we need not be replaced; moreover, nearly the entire team wants to participate. Only Ressek has not decided yet; but Cardassians react differently."

"All right." He then addressed the next phase of work. "Within three days, we need to establish five teams to patrol North and East Torr which are slated for evacuation. The Organizers have notified us that removal of ruins prior to reconstruction will start in a little over six weeks or as soon as the machines are at their disposal."

"Glinn Ressek has already mentioned factors that must be considered: the Torrs are service class areas, were very densely populated before the Fire. More lives were lost there than in any other districts of Loo'Wess. Those to be evacuated may react aggressively towards offworlders as they were constantly targeted by anti-Federation propaganda." He waited for a moment, "A Cardassian officer told us that members of Central Command were nearly attacked by a group of people who did not want to be evacuated. Luckily, they succeeded in defusing the situation."

"I have contacted the constabulary, but this institution is being reorganized, the surviving members of their forces are recruiting and training new personnel, so they cannot give us much support as yet."

"Perhaps Central Command can delegate some officers?" Barton suggested, "Teams made up of two or three Vulcans and some Cardassians? For some reason, Cardassians aren't quite that suspicious of Vulcans."

Commander Marhal nodded, "Could work out. I'll take your proposal under consideration, discuss it with the liaison officers."

III

In the course of the following three days the team repeatedly passed by the area where they had first met the two children. Both now openly approached them, but not without cautiously looking around first to make sure they were not being watched; after they were given their rations, they made the Cardassian gesture of gratitude, then quickly left.

"Melati, why are you and Edron still so suspicious? You know us by now." Ressek inquired, wanting Major Barton and the other members of the team to hear the answer.

"Don't want the rations taken away from us; there are others here, older children, but they always leave as soon as it gets light to find what they need, but if one of them stays behind and sees us with you..." was the answer before the children ran off to disappear into their shelter.

Ressek explained to Barton, "The stronger prey on the weaker, it has always been thus. You yourselves have an expression: 'Survival of the fittest.'"

His words were chilling, reflecting as they did a principle accepted by the Cardassian officer and, by association, his peers both civilian and military.

After their shift, Barton spoke to Ressek in private, "Ressek, I want to address something, and ask you not to consider it meddling in your people's affairs or the judgmental attitude of a Federaji."

"I will not," he tilted his head to the side very slightly, indicating curiosity.

"In spite of what happened between your Union and the Federation in the past, we respect Cardassians as a strong, disciplined and resourceful people. How you cope with the outcome of The Fire is impressive. All of you participate in removing the rubble, seeing to logistics, do whatever has to be done with the greatest of dedication, no matter what status you had before the The Fire. However, so many lives were lost in this attempt at genocide that losing even more individuals and their potential that could serve Cardassia should be prevented."

"Continue." Ressek did not show he was pleased at the Human's trying to approximate Cardassian phrasing; only very few used this gesture of respect.

"There are numerous children whose parents died in the Fire or who have been separated from them, children who, under better circumstances, would become productive members of your society. They are abandoned, seek shelter in ruins, scrounging what they can from around the camps, from the ruins, subsisting on rations they are given. They are also losing their chance at getting an education that will permit them to serve the Union once adult."

Taken off-guard, Ressek considered the Human's argument which made perfect sense, evoked disturbing memories of his own experiences in a troop of orphans, some of whom, among them his elder brother, had died of exposure and illnesses during the colder rainy season, of starvation, in one-on-one fights, or in accidents. "Nevertheless, it is our way; at present no one has the means to support a person who is not a family member; all of us are struggling. It also goes against everything we know. And some of them are taken to the camps, where they are under supervision."

"Those two we see every time we go past that area... What will they do once the crew that is to remove the ruins begins operations there in roughly five or six days? What will happen to Melati and Edron then? I've been wondering about something," Barton said, carefully choosing his words, "Normally, Cardassian men and women do the very same work and are doing so even now. However, many women have lost their husbands, thus becoming the only caregivers for their surviving children. Under normal conditions, these women could accept work, knowing their children safe at school, but now? Even if they were offered work, they could not accept it, nor can the children continue their education as schools have yet to be opened. Your people is not one to wait passively for what will happen. There is always duty to Cardassia." He fell silent, not wanting to make the Cardassian feel pressured. Let's see what he makes of this...

Five days later, a crew of Cardassian workers arrived on schedule and immediately activated heavy machinery to remove the immense heaps of ruins. Dust billowed into the air in choking clouds as there was not enough water available with which to bind the particulates.

Only an hour before, the orphans had been evacuated by two female officers who introduced themselves as Glinns Marek and Aketa.

"Where will they be taken?" inquired Major Selik who had been observing the procedure.

"To the nearest camp. In each one, the unaccompanied children who have been found live in a separate area, are being cared for. Immediately upon arrival, their names are entered in one of the lists displayed in the camps around what remains of Loo'Wess. Perhaps family or relatives will recognize these children's names; some of those we took in before have already been reunited with family."

"Excellent organization. Under circumstances there may not be as many homeless children as expected."

"We are doing whatever is possible under the circumstances," was Marek's reply.

Selik recognized the hint of resignation in the woman's voice and manner.

Aketa looked at their charges who were hiding apprehension, "For now, children, you will live in groups of ten with a supervisor, a military like us; you will be housed in a good tent, get what you need." After a few moments, she turned to Selik, "It was most kind of you and your peers to provide for these two."

"To help where help is needed is one of our principles; these children are an important part of your society's future in face of your losses during the past conflict."

She looked into the distance for some moments before replying, "Indeed. But there is too little of everything in spite of the assistance we are getting; and that is the situation all over the planet as well as in some outlying colonies, even though they were less hard-hit. Hundreds of people are still arriving here from smaller cities, hoping to find help, shelter... Still, a beginning has been made."

The two officers saluted. Melati and Edron looked up at them before saluting Selik in turn, then the group walked off.

Selik watched them go to the transports with the women, both children calm, nearly impassive, carrying their few possessions in a bag. When the transport lifted off, he left to take up his own duties.

IV

The team had already been working on the project for two days when they left Major Barton's office after a planning session, only to see Ressek waiting outside after his shift.

"Ressek, we thought you were off duty," commented Mok'tah.

"I am." Then the Cardassian inquired, "Have you begun developing your plan?"

"Yes. We were hoping you would come to work with us, as you did seem interested in our project," was Lt. Mok'tah's answer. "Your input would be invaluable as we need the Cardassian perspective; your people's mentality is markedly different to ours; that has to be taken into account and above all respected."

"We do not join a group spontaneously, or ask to be included, only do so if expressly invited. Your ways are quite alien to us, thus misunderstandings hard to avoid, so I decided to address the matter," Ressek admitted; he hesitated then added, "You seem... interested in our point of view. This is unexpected."

"How else can we cooperate with your people? Our mission is not to take control of your Union, force our values on you, change your culture, make use of the situation to re-educate you. The Prime Directive expressly forbids meddling in other cultures. The personnel on base is only here to offer assistance. If your organizers accept a plan or suggestion, fine. If not, fine too. It's their prerogative alone."

Ressek's eyes widened very slightly in surprise as the Bolian's words sank in.

Barton, who had overheard the exchange came over, "We always meet in my office after duty, at 19 hours; all you need bring is a padd. I'll notify Commander Alberts that you are working with us, and for how many hours."

Ressek touched his chest and inclined his head very slightly in the Cardassian gesture of thanks; then left for his quarters with a barely noticeable smile at Barton and Mok'tar.

A few days later Selik, Barton, Mok'tah and Ressek met in Barton's office, took out their padds and began going over the points they had arranged according to importance; they had agreed the day before that the project was nearly ready for presentation to Commander Marhal.

"What do you think about this, Ressek? Staff could be single women, widows with or without children of their own... Perhaps some will be interested in joining this effort...

"Add infertile women. They are only allowed to enjoin with widowers with children or infertile males, so this could be an alternative for those who wanted families."

"Good, add them as candidates..."

"A widow with three or four children? Can she accept two or three more?"

"Yes, but the newcomers should be younger or older than her own to avoid conflicts; age structure should reflect that of a standard family."

"Siblings should under no circumstances be separated," Ressek stated.

"Noted."

"That brings up the next point: all children are to be treated the same."

"Add that element to the statutes in the contract. As the woman does not have to actively provide for their support it will be easier for her to remain impartial."

"Who will provide support and housing?"

"There are Federation NGOs specialized in this form of assistance. Housing, food and, clothing, all is provided. The women have an income and a retirement plan. If you are concerned about reliability, you needn't be. Those NGOs have an extensive basis of members and donors." Barton quickly input Note: Contact them, describe the situation and cultural factors. Commander Marhal will see to that and select the NGO...

"What about medical care? Trauma-related issues?"

"That has to be taken up with the medical staff of the base hospital and the provisional one in Loo'Wess. As far as I know, both are being supported by Starfleet as yet so there should be no difficulties. Later on, the organization itself will finance the care of children and staff."

"You mentioned therapy for trauma. This is not needed as we cope on our own. Family members give support during the time necessary for recuperation. Only in extreme cases is the victim briefly hospitalized."

The Starfleet personnel did not comment. What about the military personnel who saw the end and the outcome of the conflict, the civilians who have faced incredible horrors, the crews who are removing the ruins? Those people are living through a nightmare.

"Cardassians are indeed admirably resilient," Selik said, then returned to the subject under discussion. "I have heard that sponsorship is one of your ways of providing assistance."

"Some of the wealthy used to sponsor orphans or children from destitute families," Ressek explained, "Whoever is able and willing to do so even now could support a child, or more individuals might agree to share the sponsorship of a family group or a unit of houses, with the sum going to the Cardassian section in general. This will make it our project, thus create greater acceptance. For us it is a matter of pride to accept only what is absolutely necessary."

"In the case of a child, the sponsor will be given periodic reports on its progress, with the option of personal contact if desired."

"Including periodic reports about projects, advances, education... Information is a decisive factor."

"Don't forget visuals! There was a report on a Sivena Revnor who had lost five of her own children and claimed the four who were saved with her even though they were unrelated."

"Wait a minute... Yes, I remember that rescue of five months ago."

"Her surname indicates she must be from Kelan Province. Kelani customs are different to those of the mainstream," commented Ressek. "My first commander was one."

"Kelani or not, it may get others to thinking. Where is Revnor now? She could tell about her experiences, perhaps even show the children interacting."

"Organizer Lang should know or be able to find out. She participated in the rescue." Barton noted: Address Marhal about Revnor.

"The children will need stability after their experiences. The day of The Fire was a normal one with citizens going about their daily activities until the attack began. Afterwards? Burning ruins, a frantic search for surviving family members. Lists of individuals living in the camps are shown on displays; people crowd around them, looking for relatives. Those who do find relatives rejoin them, so that the population of the camps is in constant flux." Mok'tah added, "I've heard we are getting genetic scanners to create a database of survivors and a program that automatically alerts the operator when a family connection with someone already registered in the database is found."

"Changes within provisional family groups could be destabilizing for traumatized children."

"Even if a group has been together for weeks or months, the child will rejoin its family without any problems whatsoever." Ressek shrugged, "In the meantime, this child will have created something quite useful: a basic network. We form them as of the age of five or six."

"Come on, Ressek. That must be Cardi humor."

"No, I am serious. Our personal networks are invaluable in many areas of life. After the Fire they were disrupted for the most part, but are being recreated."

"Something else: The children and youths are given real homes, are educated according to their potential, be it service class or academic and only leave the group once they have an income; 5% of their pay is to go to the organization for the first ten years."

"Good idea. This income can be used to defray part of the costs,... and at the same time reduce dependence on off-world funding." Selik turned to Ressek, "This corresponds to your principle of accepting but a minimum of aid."

"Indeed."

"Just thought of this: what if a women's husband has survived after all?"

"Integrate him in the organization, or if he has work, fine too. This will reflect traditional family structures. If the couple has further children, no difference is to be made. The husband will sign the same document his wife did, be held to the same regulations."

"Strict regulations as to treatment of children, use of allocations, monthly reports on use of funds; I suggest half-yearly inspections by a neutral party, ideally a member of the Order, to ensure compliance and circumvent corruption."

"Excellent," Ressek said. "We are used to strict supervision. I'll see which additional rules specific to our culture need be included."

"Coordinators, office workers, accountants will be required too, each branch office is to supervise six units of three groups, and report to the central agency."

"Housing sited within the towns and cities, children to attend the same schools as those in the neighborhood. The first three buildings should be close to the base, within walking distance of the provisional school your people are planning to set up in two or three months," he nodded at Ressek.

Ressek answered, "I agree. But staffed with Cardassians exclusively. We have our own system and methods."

"Goes without saying." Barton added, "Orphans will be taken to the center, examined, treated if necessary, immunized, then registered and assigned a family group. I must not forget: if implemented, this project will be registered as Cardassian, conceived and realized in cooperation with the NGO in question. That will make it acceptable to both the population and your provisional government."

The Cardassian inclined his head in agreement.

Ressek was fascinated by the discussion; the final one was as interesting as the ones before, arrived at viable results in spite of seeming slightly chaotic. Among Cardassians, each detail would have been addressed systematically in order of importance, but this team jumped from one item to the other. He looked at his padd before staring at that of his neighbor.

"What is it, Ressek?"

The Glinn admitted, "No offense meant, but the planning sessions seemed unstructured to me, and yet, the results registered on my pad during this last discussion correspond to our own system: all factors including alternatives listed in order of importance. Obviously, it will be ready for submission once the items you noted have been addressed, Major Barton."

"We are doing this after duty, so are using this planning phase both to work on this project as well as relax with comrades while establishing something that will help your people. Simply by speaking to Cardassian staff on-base, sporadically meeting to discuss some detail or another, we have developed this and reacted to feedback as well."

At seeing Ressek's dubious expression, he added, "Don't worry, you'll get used to our methods after some time." Barton grinned, "Did you know there is a branch of SFHS on Deep Space 9, headed by a Cardassian military, a Bajoran ranjen, a Human Starfleet officer and the staff diverse, too? Sure would like to sit in on one of their discussions!"

"Fascinating, no doubt." Selik offered, "I'll include the Federation laws relevant to our proposal. Ressek, when you reread it, add your comments; we will need them."

"I am military," he cautioned, "I would strongly suggest you also obtain civilian input, ideally from an archon or an Organizer who has in-depth knowledge of Cardassian law. Due to the military's role in the Dominion Alliance, I fear the civilian population no longer trusts us as much as formerly."

"I'll pass on your suggestion to Commander Marhal. For now, thanks for your input as well as for your advice, Ressek. Once the last points have been resolved, we'll have a final meeting."

With that, the group dispersed.

V

"Is Commander Marhal in?"

"He is in his office." Lt. Xenoi got up, knocked at the door. When he heard Marhal call "Enter," he preceded Major Barton into the Commander's office, said "Major Barton to speak to you, sir," before returning to his station. The door slid shut behind him.

"Barton reporting, sir."

"I assume you wish to inform me about your ongoing project, Major Barton. To judge by interim reports, it is progressing well."

"Yes, sir. Two days after we started the discussions, Ressek was waiting outside my office. He wanted to be included in the team, to give input." At Marhal's questioning glance, he explained, "Cardassians neither ask to nor spontaneously join a team or any group for that matter, but wait to be invited, a difference in cultures which he explained."

"Thank you for bringing this detail to my attention. You did inform me he has since been putting in time working with you besides pulling his regular shifts of guard duty; you have also notified Major Donnelly about the additional hours he has put in so that his pay can be adjusted accordingly."

"Indeed. Glinn Ressek is an asset to our group, sir. We would not have progressed as rapidly as we did without his advice and comments."

"I see that you have taken everything under consideration, as expected." Marhal waited for some moments. "Very effective."

"Thank you sir!" Barton saluted.

"Is there anything else?"

"There are two details to be considered in connection with our proposal. The first is to contact an NGO specialized in providing care for orphaned children. We agreed that it should be one which organizes its groups to reflect standard family structures." Barton continued, "The second is meant to increase acceptance in the population for what we are trying to do: Five months ago a woman, Sivena Revnor, was rescued together with a group of children; she said she would raise the unrelated ones together with her own. If she could be traced and interviewed?"

"I remember that rescue - the fourth week after The Fire. It should be possible to find her."

"Ressek suggested that a Cardassian civilian well-versed in legal procedures review what we have prepared. If necessary, he can modify the sections that are important for the work of those Cardassians who will be involved in the project both as supervisors and as employees. As Cardassian laws and regulations are at variance with our own even slight alterations to a Federation-style document may be crucial. Once this procedure has been effected, the proposal can be presented in its final form within a matter of one or two days."

"That should be no problem. Dismissed."

He watched the Major leave. I think I know whom to contact. Organizers Lang, Madred and Garak with their experience in negotiations may know someone willing to cooperate on this project or even do so themselves. He hesitated, remembering a certain incident. Better not Madred. Garak and Lang are the best choice. As Cardassians are far less suspicious when a Vulcan is involved, Major Selik will participate in this phase. Proposals made in the interest of Cardassia's future are permitted as our mission is humanitarian.... He turned back to his work of organizing assistance, Organizer Garak is to attend a meeting that will take place here day after tomorrow. Perhaps I can talk to him; best ask whether he will have time afterwards.

Four hours later, Marhal contacted the Council of Organizers.

"Djentak here." The young Cardassian woman looked at him impassively from the screen.

"This is Commander Marhal of the Federation base at Loo'Wess. I wish to inquire whether Organizers Garak or Lang are available."

"About which matter?"

"A proposal to be submitted to the Council of Organizers for consideration, but before doing so, the planner has requested it be examined as to compliance with Cardassian law and custom."

He noticed Djentak relax slightly before she looked at a secondary screen. "Organizer Lang is in. Just a moment."

Marhal heard a quick conversation, then Professor Lang appeared on screen. "Organizer Lang here. I have been informed that you have a proposal you wish to submit."

"Indeed, Professor Lang."

"Lang suffices. We have spoken repeatedly, so..." The Cardassian woman lifted her right hand slightly.

"Cultural differences," he said with a slight smile, waited, then offered, "Marhal will suffice for me."

"Accepted. What is the content of the proposal?"

"While patrolling an area of ruins slated for removal, one of our teams encountered a pair of orphans who had found shelter there; they gave them rations until the children were taken to a camp before work on removing the ruins was initiated. My officers are concerned about other children who are in the same situation, so one of them, Major Barton, together with some of his colleagues, has developed a proposal meant to help these children by giving them the chance to be fully integrated in your society. His argument is that the Dominion's attempt at genocide saw nearly half of your population killed, thus each individual who has survived is of utmost importance for Cardassia's future."

The woman hesitated slightly. "Orphans... You do know of their status on Cardassia."

"Indeed. However, after The Fire, which caused a massive loss of population that at last count has reached nearly 3 billion individuals..." Marhal let his voice trail off.

"Please continue."

"His proposal is to cooperate with a Federation NGO which I am to select. He has stipulated that this project be registered as Cardassian; moreover, if it is implemented, staff is to be exclusively Cardassian so that the children concerned remain immersed in their own culture. The proposal was developed in accordance with our respective norms by three officers and one Glinn who is stationed here on base. He stated that, in addition to his own input, a Cardassian civilian who has studied your laws, regulations and cultural norms should examine it before submission to ensure it is acceptable. The proposal has been fully developed apart from this last detail. Barton also suggested interviewing a woman named Sivena Revnor who was rescued together with five children and said she would raise the unrelated ones together with her own."

"I will discuss both matters with my co-organizers Garak and Madred and assure you of our discretion." She considered a schedule on a nearby screen. "I can confer with both within the next three hours. Garak should be back shortly from his current tour of inspection, so that I can speak to him about your request before Madred joins us."

"This is most accommodating of you."

Lang inclined her head, briefly smiled, then said, "To save time, let me suggest you transmit the document as is to my terminal. We will examine it then send it back to you with our comments attached. Garak is due to attend a meeting on your base in two days. As he has no further appointments after this meeting, you can go over it together afterwards and effect the necessary modifications at once. Be strong! Lang out."

Well, this looks good to judge by the Professor's manner and her suggestion for abbreviating the process; red tape would be counterproductive in the present situation. What is currently needed on Cardassia is short response times to crises and prompt inception of projects to speed up reconstruction. This base was set up in record time so that we can already collect data to assist Cardassia and its people more effectively. Marhal got up to leave; he had an appointment with Commander Kharek, the head of Science and Research. Odo, the former Chief of Security on Deep Space 9 who had rejoined his people immediately after the end of the conflict had sent an urgent message to Starfleet Headquarters.

VI

Marhal heard a knock at the door and called "Enter!"

Commander Kharek's adjutant, Ensign Gerelj, came in and saluted before saying. "Commander Marhal, I am to accompany you to Commander Kharek's office, sir."

"I'm ready," with that he walked out, the recruit at his side. Tellarite custom demanded this gesture of respect towards officers of equal rank or higher, something which initially had surprised most of the personnel on base.

When they arrived, the adjutant opened the door, saluted and announced, "Commander Marhal to see you, Commander Kharek," saluted again, stepped aside then left.

"I greet you, Commander Marhal," Kharek raised his furry, short-fingered hands, palm forward in a gesture of welcome "This arrived from Starfleet Command an hour ago." He indicated a desk to the side of his own with a screen large enough to permit four people to view messages or visuals simultaneously. As soon as they sat down in front of the monitor, Kharek activated it.

The background was dark, uninviting, evidently inside a cavern recently converted into a communications center. The individual who appeared, a Changeling, provoked a quickly suppressed surge of hostility before the two officers recognized him. It was Odo, the former Chief of Security on Deep Space 9 and a member of the Bajoran Militia whose uniform he was wearing. The Commanders exchanged glances. Most likely to demonstrate that his request does not convey any form of threat?

Kharek fast-forwarded the recording to the crucial part of the communication.

"I am Odo, former Chief of Security and member of the Bajoran Militia; I was stationed on Deep Space 9 from two years before the Cardassian Withdrawal until the treaty between the Dominion and the Federation was signed. Since my return to my people, working for reconciliation between The Federation and the Dominion has become my priority. My, our hope is to initiate an exchange of information and cooperation based on mutual understanding and tolerance in future."

A grunt of skepticism from Kharek and no reaction from Marhal as the message continued.

"Our request may prove disquieting to you; that is understandable as the Dominion brought massive death and destruction to the Alpha Quadrant, but its implications are of greatest importance to my people." If he had been a Solid, he would have taken a deep breath before continuing. "Thousands of years ago, my people stopped traveling to the stars and visiting inhabited planets, as we encountered fear, which resulted in hostility and anger due to our ability to change shape. Yet, it was our greatest desire to continue exploring the galaxy, gathering information about everything and everyone we discovered, so we sent out one hundred infant changelings, hoping that, as they were infants, they would not encounter the same degree of hostility our adults had. Once mature, they would return, share what they had experienced with the Great Link. Thus far, only three of the Hundred have been found: me, an infant who, unfortunately, died within days of being found, and Laas who escaped and may be somewhere in the Quadrant."

Marhal interrupted the message and told Kharek, "This is interesting. I have been reading Earth Federation history, literature and folk tales to understand Human culture and mentality. In doing so, I have come across stories which mention shape-shifting entities, 'Korrigans', as one people called them. In fact, nearly every population on Earth has such tales, describes these entities in various ways: benevolent, threatening, supernatural, demonic... Take your choice."

Kharek tilted his head upwards very slightly, "We have nothing like that, folk tales yes, but no Shifters are mentioned in them."

"Let's see what he wants."

Odo was gazing out from the screen, his eyes vaguely hopeful, if not pleading. It was hard to tell. "From its inception onward, Starfleet has amassed detailed files of discoveries, unusual phenomena, a diversity of life forms on thousands of planets. In the name of my people, I request permission to examine these files and these files alone. I have chosen a Solid to effect the research as I can only leave the Link for a matter of days at a time... there is so much to be done as yet." He briefly waited, "He will make no attempt whatsoever to access any files that do not address the discovery of shape-shifting beings. It is my, our collective hope that this request be granted. Odo out."

The Commanders looked at each other. This was unexpected. Marhal saw that Kharek was as disturbed by that request as he was. The Tellarite's shoulder fur was erect, even bristling until he settled it back into place with a conscious effort. "There's more, Commander Marhal."

Admiral Ross appeared on screen, "The Admiralty has discussed this request in detail and we agree in considering it legitimate. A number of us know Chief Odo. Ambassador Worf himself, whom we consulted, said that he is honorable." He paused for some moments before saying, "Like the Cardassians who were in exile returned at once to help rebuild their ravaged world, the One Hundred should be found if possible and given the option of returning to their own people. Admittedly, some reservations were expressed about acceding to this specific request, but doing so could pave the way to the era of peaceful cooperation and mutual understanding which Odo envisions. In short, we have agreed. Inform your technicians to establish safeguards restricting access to all files but those regarding biological data on the planets we have scanned, respectively explored onworld. The codes issued to Starfleet personnel will remain valid." He added, "Chief Odo and his representative will arrive on base in a week. This gives you sufficient time to effect the necessary modifications to your database. Ross out."

Stunned, the two Commanders settled back in their chairs. Kharek muttered, "A Vorta, no doubt... "

"Better than a Jem'Hadar," was Marhal's attempt at humor which fell flat.

"Then," said Kharek, "I'll give the technicians their orders. Research on worlds is authorized, everything else blocked."

"However, from what I have heard, Odo is all right. By the way, I'd advise assigning his researcher a bodyguard both for his own safety and to keep an eye on what he is doing."

"I already know whom I'll select: Captain Robert B. Parker. He's in training for a position in the Department of Interplanetary Relationships and Policy, so this will be a practical test and complement his courses in IT security measures."

"Good, one problem is solved. So let's wait for the next one to crop up."

With a low-pitched grunt, Kharek placed his hands on the desk, pushed himself back, got to his feet, "That 'Solid' of Odo's will have his work cut out for him, considering the mass of information. I'll take care of the technicalities at once."

"Thank you, Commander Kharek. By the way, there is no need for your adjutant to accompany me back to my department. I want to take the long way, have some time to clear my thoughts."

"Something we both need after this." The Tellarite's shoulder fur was very slightly raised in a sign of concern.

Marhal walked back slowly, choosing the path along the perimeter; he briefly stopped to watch a crew of Cardassian workers attack the mountainous ruins remaining of housing complexes as well as of offices and shops destroyed in The Fire. And not only here, this work is being done all over this world. The only regions which sustained slightly less damage are those the Dominion considered non-essential. You have to admire Cardassian single-mindedness and determination; not one of them is holding back in his or her efforts, fully in accordance with their slogan, Duty to Cardassia Supersedes all. I was told that, before heavy machinery was placed at their disposal, they removed sections of the ruins by hand to save people trapped in them.

When he arrived in his office, he opened the file with Barton's proposal. May as well prepare for the meeting day after tomorrow. I think I'll also invite Glinn Ressek to attend; after all, he did advise the team about some of the details...

C 7

In the afternoon of the following day, Marhal had everything prepared for the meeting with Garak; on the monitors they would be using, the document under discussion was displayed complete with Lang's and Garak's comments. To Marhal's surprise, those few comments were neutral, which he knew was a positive sign among Cardassians.

Cardassians are notoriously punctual. I notified Glinn Ressek's and Major Barton's immediate superiors to have them report to my office at 15:10 which gives us enough time for the usual niceties.

At 15:00 precisely, Recruit Massassth knocked at the door.

"Enter," called Marhal, rising to greet the Organizer whom he had not met before. The Cardassian who entered with the recruit was slightly above medium height, solidly built and wore the gray tunic and trousers favored among office holders. His clear blue eyes were his most salient feature and gave Marhal the distinct impression that not even the smallest detail escaped this individual's attention.

"I welcome you, Organizer Garak, and am most grateful to you for making the time to discuss the proposal we submitted in spite of your crowded schedule." He waited for a moment, then said, "I am Commander Marhal, Commander of this base, responsible for personnel and policy. Glinn Ressek and Major Barton will be joining us shortly." He hoped that he had managed to approximate Cardassian style.

"I am most gratified to meet you, Commander Marhal. The Council of Organizers were quite surprised at receiving the document which respects our customs to a remarkable degree in spite of addressing a topic that, to put it mildly, is quite unexpected."

"The team which planned it made every effort to comply with your norms."

"Commendable," was the friendly reply.

Another knock on the door. Marhal called out, "Just come on in, Major Barton and Glinn Ressek. Organizer Garak has already arrived."

The two men entered, saluted in accordance with Cardassian custom. Organizer Garak inclined his head in acknowledgment, waiting.

"Major Barton is the initiator of the proposal submitted to Council. He cooperated with Major Selik, Lt. Mok'tah, and invited Glinn Ressek to join the team as he knew Ressek's advice and input would prove invaluable."

"Ah, so you are the personnel who have developed this quite innovative concept." The Cardassian looked at the two officers with a slight smile; the Human met his glance directly and inclined his head in the Cardassian gesture of respect, whereas the Glinn saluted him, his neck ridges marginally spread, showing unease at facing Organizer Garak, a man reputed to having been a member of the Obsidian Order.

"Commander Marhal, if I may, I would suggest we address one another with our surnames alone, as is customary on Cardassia. I am Garak, very plain, very simple. Disregarding rank will make the discussion easier."

He then looked over at Ressek, "There is no need for you to be apprehensive, Glinn Ressek. I consider the fact you have developed this document together with a Federation team a sign of hope for peaceful cooperation with the Federation in future."

Marhal informed him, "I have read your and Professor Lang's comments; everything has been prepared so that we can go over this document together."

Ressek went to the replicator to get redleaf for Garak and himself, and Raktajino for Marhal and Barton. How can they even stand the smell of this vile Klingon brew?

"Thank you, Ressek. Now join us and feel free to join the discussion," Marhal said kindly. He could sense that the Glinn was nervous in spite of Garak's words.

"Then I shall start," said Garak, briefly inclining his head. "Two days ago, Lang showed me this document when I arrived at the Council's offices. It is quite interesting. Tell me, Barton, how did you get this idea which is so, may I say, alien to our culture?

"While on patrol we saw two Cardassian children living in the ruins which are currently being removed and wondered that they were left there, at least until removal was imminent. Ressek explained to us that orphans have no status in Cardassian society." His voice was even, neutral in expression.

"Do continue," Garak said. "I am interested in your reasons for suggesting this."

"Abandoning orphans is inconceivable to us; however, each people has developed its own standards and ethics throughout history. We respect your culture in which strength and determination are important elements in serving Cardassia. However, considering the massive loss of population you have sustained, every single individual is desperately needed to ensure Cardassia's future. It will take unceasing, long-term efforts to recreate your infrastructure, your cities, your cultural achievements. You live in accordance with the concept of 'Duty to Cardassia Supersedes All'. If all these unwanted children receive an education, they will be able to join the collective effort to make Cardassia live again once they are adults, no matter in which capacity. They represent the Union's future."

Gazing at him with a faint smile, Garak said, "Very eloquent indeed, Barton, and I compliment you on phrasing your explanation as would one of us; among my people this is a sign of respect. I should invite you to argue your case before the Council."

He then turned to Ressek, "And you have proven an excellent advisor in establishing the proposal so that there are only some very minor points to be discussed." He addressed the group, "I propose going through these points together."

Finally! Marhal thought as they sat down in front of the monitors. Cardassians do appreciate long and detailed introductions. He looked over at Ressek. Garak is trying to put the Glinn at his ease. For some reason, Ressek seems to fear him.

"One of the points that will not have the desired effect is the interview with Sivena Revnor you have suggested. It will not encourage others to do the same, as it conflicts with one of our fundamental precepts. No offense meant when I say that such an interview would arouse the suspicion of its being Federation-style manipulation to make us comply with your standards. What Revnor has done is not Cardassian standard. It is Bajoran, it is Federation. You see the problem?"

Barton raised his hands very slightly, palm downwards. "I regret the error, I did not take this difference under consideration. But I do have a question: Ressek said something about 'Kelaani'."

The reply was a nod, "This ethnic group has customs at variance with mainstream Cardassia. Among them, adoption is accepted. One couple who lost their only son and his family in the war has adopted two young children found next to the bodies of their parents, as well as their son's illegitimate child. We may not be a uniform people, but we all serve Cardassia."

Ressek now looked very apprehensive indeed.

"Ressek, you appear worried," Garak had noticed the Glinn's barely noticeable unease.

"Sivena Revnor..." I hope I have not made a mistake by mentioning her ethnicity.

"My dear Ressek, we have never hidden the fact that our population consists of various ethnic groups with diverging customs. Diversity is our strength, do you not agree? Remember one of our our oldest slogans, One People - One Goal. You, Ressek, have been an exemplary advisor, to judge by the quality of this work," he indicated the monitor.

He now addressed Commander Marhal. "You have mentioned an NGO, Marhal. Which one do you have in mind?"

"I have already taken the liberty of contacting its committee and will send Council all details immediately after this session. Permit me to show you some information about its procedures." He opened the file with the descriptions and visuals which revealed that it was active on a number of worlds.

The group considered the details. A 'home' mother with up to six children aged like in a biological family, small groups of three or four houses integrated in a neighborhood, a part-time advisor-administrator assigned to each group of houses. Wherever possible, food is produced in a communal garden in a form of training in self-sufficiency. It has also revealed itself to be therapeutic in some cases of PTSD. If this is not possible, food is supplied by the organization which itself is supported by means of donations and sponsorship projects. The children and staff are provided with clothing as well as medical care and the children study in the same institutions as their peers in the neighborhood." He switched over to visuals of projects on various planets, Betazed, Earth, even a start-up on Ferenginar.

After some minutes of silence, Marhal commented, "Both Barton and Ressek support my choice because if this project is realized here, the branch onworld will employ Cardassian staff alone to ensure the children will be raised in their culture exclusively. They have been born into Cardassian society and thus have a right to be raised in accordance with its standards. We have seen enough examples of cross-cultural influence which made it difficult for young people to be accepted by their peers." He hesitated for a moment. "Credit for developing and realizing this project is to be ascribed to Cardassia alone. That is the most important condition the team has set."

"Now explain why it is to us to initiate this effort?" Garak seemed to be enjoying himself.

"It has to be fully Cardassian to be accepted by Cardassians, for the children to be part of your society. The choice of whether to realize this project or not is that of the Cardassian Organizers."

"As to personnel, you have presented a number of options, all valid and acceptable." After a moment Garak added, "There will indeed be volunteers, but mainly from among the service and middle class."

"The social level of the volunteers is not important. What is important is their offering the children the security of a family-style life. After The Fire, many are traumatized and need stability to overcome the effects of their experiences. The administrator-advisor himself will be given the necessary training to assist the children in selecting professions in accordance with their abilities. "

"There is the question of surnames; lineage is important in our society."

"We have forgotten this element," Barton admitted, "Older children who know their family names keep them. The very young get the surname of their caregiver. This will prevent their being set apart at school. In case parents are alive and reunited with their children by means of genetic screening, the surname, of course, will be changed to that of the parents."

Garak gave a nod of approval, "Viable option. There is one more thing I wish to mention: your foresight in suggesting precautions to avoid misappropriation of funds. Your idea strongly parallels our methods."

"And is custom among us too," answered Barton. "Trust is good, supervision is better."

"Very precise... are you sure you didn't adapt this from one of the Rules of Acquisition?"

"No, sir. Just common sense, and less confrontational than the following: 'Always assume funds will be used according to the interests of anyone who has access.'" was the Major's smiling reply.

"Indeed," was the reply. I will keep you in mind. Your flexibility in responding to even unexpected queries as well as your regard for other cultures display an innate talent for diplomacy.

Garak then turned to Ressek. "I checked your personnel files before coming here. You grew up in a home, had no sponsor. How did you become an officer?"

"Organizer Garak, I served on a cruiser whose commander had ordered her Glinns to observe their foot soldiers and point out those who showed the potential to serve as officers. Glinn Masok indicated me. After a detailed interview, a number of tests to gauge my competence, and a detailed examination of my service records, I was given courses permitting me to successfully study at the Academy." Ressek looked at Garak, not quite meeting his eyes.

"Apparently you wish to ask a question," Garak said with a nod of encouragement.

"Has my former commander... survived?"

He mentioned Masok so I know who that Gul was. "She has, and is serving Cardassia as is her duty."

Neither of the two mentioned the officer's name or that of the cruiser once under her command.

Garak turned to Marhal, "As soon as those few changes have been effected, the document is to be sent to Professor Lang and to myself." His expression briefly showed gratitude and relief, "I am most grateful to you for having addressed this specific matter. I am quite certain this project will be accepted and implemented." It will be as I have valuable information about some of the members of Council. He rose, saying, "I fear I must take leave of you now. There are meetings to attend tomorrow, for which I have to prepare."

"Once again, I thank you for making the time, Organizer Garak. Success in your and the Council's work and be strong!"

Garak replied with a slight bow when he said, "I thank you and your personnel, and this team, for considering our pride and our customs while planning this proposal. Success in your endeavors." He added, "Before leaving, I wish to speak with Glinn Ressek in private," he said, turning to the officer.

Commander Marhal offered, "You can use my office, Organizer Garak. We thank you for having taken the time to discuss this proposal with us. Major Barton will be waiting outside to accompany you to your glider."

When he was alone with the Glinn, he inquired, "Glinn Ressek, I have seen you interact with the Federation personnel on base, observed your encounters with members of various peoples. You have successfully cooperated with Barton's mixed team to set up a document which is in accordance with both their and our standards. Well done."

At recognizing the fear in Ressek's eyes, he added, "This is no threat, you are in no danger at all. We are presently looking for personnel who have the ability to negotiate with offworld agencies and individuals; you give me the impression of being a potential candidate. Initially, you would attend the courses required for a position in the Department for Interplanetary Relations which is to take up its functions in a little over a year. Think it over, my dear Ressek. Feel free to contact me once you have decided; Council will see to further procedure. And now, I really must depart. Be strong, Glinn Ressek."

Taken unawares by Garak's words and proposal, Ressek stared at him in disbelief for some seconds before answering, "Organizer Garak, I will contact you tomorrow but... what about my commission?"

"The Council of Organizers will see to all necessary procedures."

The men left Marhal's office, Ressek to return to his post, Garak to his office in the Detapa Council of Organizers and, accompanied by Major Barton, walked to his glider. With a friendly gesture at Major Barton, the Organizer departed.

C 8

Some hours after he had waved Garak's glider through, Lt. Lewis, the guard at the main gate of the base, saw a somewhat battered-looking glider approach then land. A Cardassian got out first then helped his female passenger out. Together, they stared at the rubble in silence, at the crew operating the heavy machinery that was breaking down the rubble which was being loaded onto transports.

With a strangled exclamation of distress the woman suddenly limped forward towards the site and got dangerously close so that the operator shouted, "Get back! Do you want to be killed?"

The male ran over to head her off, gently guided her out of the danger zone. When she hid her face in her hands, he spoke to her urgently, laying his arm around her shoulders in a gesture of comfort.

Both turned to look over at the base, at the gate and, finally at the guard. They spoke together, looked over again.

Lewis put in a call to his backup, "Lt. Artois, something is going on here. A glider landed nearby and a couple got out; the woman tried to approach the immediate area of operations, and now they don't seem to know what to do, are looking over at the main gate of this installation." As an afterthought, he suggested, "Bring along an external UT. I don't think Cardassian civilians are routinely equipped with standard ones."

As soon as his backup arrived, he took the UT and, holding it up, slowly went over to the couple, arms spread, hands open, palms facing outwards to show he was no threat. He stopped at a few meters distance, then indicated his lips and his ears.

The woman watched him carefully, observing every gesture as did the male who, he was almost certain, was her husband. Both Cardassians stayed where they were, staring at him expressionlessly.

"I greet you," he said, but recognized that they did not understand him, only deduced what he had said by his intonation and gesture.

He inclined his head slightly, placed his right hand on his chest for a moment, then activated the UT and held it out to the couple. Hesitantly, the female took it, waited.

"I think we can communicate now. I am Lt. Lewis."

Both nodded, and the male said, "This is a kindness you show."

"We have been observing you, how you reacted to this," he pointed at the crew who had resumed work.

The male, said, "I am Darro Ettak, and this is my enjoined, Turani. We were both injured in The Fire, my enjoined far more seriously than I when our shop collapsed, trapping us. Our home," he indicated the ruins, "...was here, where we are now standing. Our children were there, waiting for us."

He spoke to his wife who was struggling to remain impassive, then turned back to the officer. "The situation... I could not come sooner. I was asked to remain in the clinic to help care for my enjoined as there is a shortage of personnel, of everything. She was released two days ago... we were taken to a camp immediately after, had to be registered."

"Come with me," Lewis indicated the couple follow him and, in the guardhouse, he offered them seats and gave them redleaf, as he knew that their people often drank it.

"To tide you over while I call up my commanding officer," he explained.

Lt. Artois waited until his colleague had contacted Commander Marhal, then left.

"Commander Marhal, There's a Cardassian couple here who used to live in the neighborhood whose ruins are now being removed,"... "Yes,"... "They are here in the guardhouse. The woman was released from hospital only two days ago."... "I'll tell them."

He turned to the Ettaks, "Commander Marhal will be here in a minute with Major Selik."

They exchanged glances, considered Lewis with some astonishment, but said nothing. This way of doing things was so much different to Cardassian custom: Inviting civilians into a guardhouse, treating them like guests, the commander coming to meet them instead of the other way around...

When he left his office, Marhal called Selik, "Join me at the guardhouse; we have, as you would say, interesting guests."

"On my way, Commander."

At reaching the guardhouse, Comm. Marhal gave the couple the Cardassian gesture of respectful greeting which they reciprocated, hiding their surprise at being confronted with a Vulcan and a Trill. In their Union offworlders, even from allied planets and systems, were not treated like equals, were not authorized to serve in Central Command.

Marhal inquired, "I have been told you are searching for someone."

"Indeed. We used to live here but were working in our shop when The Fire began; we tried to get home, but before we could leave, the building collapsed over us. Our children have been on their own since then, and now, we have come back to ruins...," Darro could not continue, then whispered, "They are dead, aren't they?"

Selik exchanged glances with Marhal before asking, "Are your children named Melati and Edron, by any chance?"

"Yes," the woman grasped her husband's hand, "Have you seen them? Where are they?"

"Before work was initiated, they were taken to a nearby camp by two officers, Glinns Marek and Aketa," Selik went to the annex, "If I may, Lt. Lewis? We do have a direct link to the camps. The nearest one would be Camp 1. They should be there."

"Please take over, Major Selik. When you return, report to me." In a low whisper Marhal knew the Cardassians could not hear, he added, "Vulcans are trusted a little more by Cardassians."

"Agreed." Selik was connected with the Organizer at once. "Organizer Nuyatt, this is Major Selik of the Federation Base at Loo'Wess; I wish to inquire about a matter of some importance to a Cardassian family who has arrived here."

He saw the Organizer turn to his own annex, waiting.

"I require information on two children who were taken to your camp day before yesterday. Their names are Melati and Edron Ettak, ages six and four."

The list that scrolled down the screen seemed interminable. No wonder, with up to 10 000 and more people per camp...

"Ah, good, I've found them. They were brought in and registered by Glinns Ateka and Marek," The Organizer smiled, saying, "If these are indeed that couple's, this will be the first reunion today. The parents are to report to the main entrance. Glinn Marek will accompany them to the Section for Unclaimed Children."

"Turessin, Organizer Nuyatt; we should arrive arrive within the hour."

"Tasdarm'l, Major Selik. I will notify the guard that you are on your way. Organizer Nuyatt out."

"We will go there by Federation glider. In the meantime, a technician will check your communal one and effect repairs if necessary. I will notify him. The work will be finished by the time we return."

"This is exceedingly kind. The camp only has very few and as yet, we lack technicians..."

In silence, they flew towards the camp; Selik sensed the conflicting emotions of the couple: hope that their children had survived, but also apprehension that this could be a case of mistaken identity as the names were not all that rare.

When they arrived at the main gate, a woman in basic uniform was already waiting for them, saluted and came over. "I am to accompany you to registration." She walked slowly at seeing that Turani had a pronounced limp. "I'll explain procedure. Your own data has to be registered as well as that of your children, then you describe them; a retinal scan for our database will be taken for comparison with that registered in your camp of residence. After that has been effected, I will take you to the office of the Unclaimed Children's Section."

She turned to Major Selik, "Do the children know you?"

"Yes. We brought them rations every day until you and Glinn Aketa transferred them here."

"Then you had best wait in the general reception area. This is no distrust of you as a member of the Federation, but there have been ... incidents," She explained with an expression of disgust and contempt. "Normally Cardassian children do not approach strangers unless they are in danger or lost; as they know you, they would possibly go to you, subverting the test."

"I understand."

He was shown to a waiting area from where he could see the entire office. While he sipped at the tea he had been given, Selik watched the activity. Highly efficient, no needless conversations, both military members and civilians fully concentrated on their respective work. Nearly like us.

In the meantime, Glinn Marek had arrived at the children's area with the couple. Turani could only stare in shock, So many children... what will happen to these young ones orphaned by the The Fire? She and her husband were tense, desperately hoping that, among these...

The door opened and Glinn Marek came in with two children after pulling away a toddler who had been holding Melati's hand. They first stared at Darro and Turani, wide-eyed with astonishment then, forgetting Cardassian discipline, the two raced towards their parents with loud cries of "Jad'!" and "Ad'!" laughing with joy.

With an inarticulate cry, Turani and Darro fell to their knees to embrace the children who rushed into their arms; they held them close, inhaled their scent, touched foreheads, struggling to hold back tears of relief and happiness, murmuring endearments...

The officer had left the room to give them at least a measure of privacy as she knew that this moment was so overwhelming the family forgot everything else, the separation, their situation, the camp, their losses, their dependence on Federation assistance. Nothing counted more than being together as a family again.

After some minutes, they heard the door open, someone enter. The parents, still kneeling on the ground, still holding their children close, looked up. Embarrassed at realizing that their comportment was not in accordance with Cardassian norms, Darro rose and made a gesture of apology, saying, "We ... regret this display..." before he helped Turani to her feet.

"No apology is necessary. Family is everything for us, and yours has been reunited, healed. There is no loss to be mourned. As soon as you complete this file, you can leave with Melati and Edron and be strengthened by this reunion."

In spite of their happiness, the children looked back repeatedly as though they had left something behind.

"What will happen to the others," Darro asked in a low voice, "...for example that very young one who did not want to leave Melati."

"Orphanages will be built to house them, staff employed to take care of those who have not been claimed by then."

They had seen the wistful expressions of some of the children who had witnessed their reunion with their own ones, the distress of Melati's little friend.

"What about that child who did not want our children to leave?"

"We know he is a full orphan."

Turani made a slight gesture and the officer moved out of earshot so that she could talk to her husband in private.

"Darro, you know what happened, what we lost due to my injuries, what I have lost," she said hesitantly, hiding her pain at the recollection. "There will be no more. Could we sponsor that one child?"

"Circumstances are difficult at best, sevim; we share a tent with another couple and their children..."

"I know, and I also know this is not our custom, and yet," she placed her hand on her abdomen with a hopeless expression. Both she and her husband well knew that, had their children been killed, they would have been forced to separate. The law prohibiting sterile marriages spared no one.

"Trying to replace what might have been... is not Cardassian. Turani, we accept all and continue serving," Darro whispered to her in an attempt to convince himself.

Yet in the East Torr district where they had once lived, they had at times seen families take in orphans. Family lines were important for Cardassians, but mainly for the upper class who represented the élite, were very wealthy, had a family tradition of service in the upper echelons of Central Command and Detapa.

"Children, advise us, your parents," Darro asked, This is the time to give our children their first experience in making a far-reaching decision, "should I inquire about that little one?"

It seemed the two realized this was a serious matter which would change their lives. They quickly whispered together, then Melati said, trying for formality, "Jadik and Adik, we have been told this is not the Cardassian way but, please ask."

Darro asked Melati, "What is his name?"

"Enabran, but we call him Eno."

With their children clinging to them for fear of being parted from their parents again, they went to the administrator's secretary, Rakal. While filling out the forms involved in claiming their children they inquired about sponsoring an orphan.

"It is possible. But you have to report here in a week so that sponsorship can be made official as there are a number of formalities that have to be effected first. You are aware that the child will be given your surname. During the time needed to process your application, you can take him into temporary custody and see whether he is suitable."

She contacted Glinn Marek, "Rakal here. The Ettak family have expressed the wish to sponsor one of the orphans." She turned to the couple, "Which one is it?"

Turani answered, "It is Enabran. My children don't know his surname."

"Enabran Terek," she said, pulling his file to transmit it to the provisional central registry for processing. Another one out of our hands, was her thought.

"Glinn Merak, bring Terek to my station."

Only minutes later, the Glinn came in with the toddler who, at seeing Melati and Edron, tried to pull free from Marek's hand and run over to them.

"He has found a sponsor," Rakal informed her, "I have begun formalities."

"Remember, Enabran, you are one of the fortunate. Always serve those who have taken you in with the respect and gratitude you owe them." In spite of the coldness of her words, the Glinn's expression was kind as she led him over.

Glinn Marek gave him a gentle pat, "Now go over to your sponsors."

Looking up at them, eyes wide, he hesitantly reached out to take hold of the hand Turani held out to him. Darro waited some moments before lifting him into his arms; both adults scented him in a sign of acceptance and in accordance with Cardassian custom, left without another word.

When the family returned to the reception area to rejoin Selik, the Vulcan got up, recognized Melati and Edron, then gazed at the young child who had fallen asleep in Darro's arms; the Cardassian held him gently, protectively. Indeed, attitudes do seem to be shifting...

Chapter 9

The next item on the agenda was a challenge for security and logistics: Starfleet had authorized (in the opinion of the three commanders of the base, press-ganged) them to host a representative of the Dominion on the base for an undisclosed period of time. This was described as 'a first tentative step in normalizing relations between the Dominion and the Federation' since the goal of the project was of supreme importance for the Great Link which was now represented by Odo: attempting to find the 100 infant changelings sent out by the Great Link many hundreds, if not thousands of years before. Three had already been found: Odo himself, Laas and the infant who had died, leaving ninety-seven.

After viewing Odo's message, Kharek had immediately assigned the best of the base staff's IT technicians the task of creating safeguards to circumvent unauthorized access to confidential files in the base's computer system which was connected with that of Starfleet.

"Major Erkan reporting. Modifications effected."

Commander Alberts smiled to himself, A day ahead of schedule... Engineering's and the IT section's usual procedure; they always have a buffer in case of unforeseen problems in accordance with the rule: Whatever can go wrong will go wrong. "Understood. Initiate testing procedures. Results to be transmitted to Commanders Marhal's, Kharek's and my terminals. When will you begin?"

"Within the next hour. An alert will be issued to all terminals to put work on hold until further notice."

I hope it won't crash the entire system, he thought. However, the Vorta's research has to be restricted to reports and visuals of unusual phenomena and sightings that could indicate a changeling presence. "How long will this test take?"

There was a brief discussion in the background. "Specialist Senggor reporting. I estimate requiring roughly half an hour."

"Understood, Alberts out." That Vulcan is a genius in IT technology. If his attempts at getting around the safeties fail, then the Vorta's will too.

"Proceed. I await your report. Just don't crash the system."

He heard laughter, then a call from the background, "We'll do our best. But if all screens go dark,..."

Three days before Odo's and the Vorta's arrival, personnel resumed their normal duties after working around the clock to ensure the safety of the base and its infrastructure. All installations had been tested, results analyzed, tests rerun until the commanders agreed that the measures taken were effective.

A meeting with Security about the Vorta's protection followed. No one was so naive as to believe his presence would remain a secret for long.

Alberts began, "Considering Cardassians' resentment of Weyoun and by association all others of his race, I suggest giving Cardassian personnel leave for the time needed to introduce the Vorta to our technology."

Kharek and Marhal considered the suggestion, then Kharek said, "If we give them all leave without a valid explanation, they may suspect something is being concealed. Cardassians are not exactly a trusting species."

Marhal offered, "Recall the incident with those two children? Inform the Cardassian staff that they are being accorded two days to search for family members. Combing those camps' lists for names is extremely time-consuming, especially with many others doing the same."

"That should work. We have five Cardassians who are employed as guards. Their posts can be filled by Federation personnel," was Alberts' reaction. "When they return, station them as far as possible from the rooms where our friend will be working. Give the Vorta fully-equipped quarters adjacent to his terminal, thus restricting his movements on base."

"Good. I'll speak to Major Mondral. She supervised construction of the base, is in charge of planning extensions to our buildings and organizing their construction; she knows all of the details like the back of her hand."

"Have the Major choose staff and see to initiating alterations at once."

"She has already established a team of highly qualified people."

"When are Odo and the Vorta scheduled to arrive?"

"At the end of the week, that is in three days. Transit will be effected via a Bajoran shuttle, piloted by Commander Kira of Deep Space 9 who has a positive working relationship with Odo. As everyone here knows that they collaborated with Legate Corat Damar to end Dominion rule on Cardassia, Kira's and Odo's cooperation can help defuse the reactions of those Cardassians who do notice the Vorta's presence."

At the ETA agreed on, the Bajoran shuttle swung into orbit. "This is Commander Kira of Deep Space 9 reporting. Request permission to beam down with Founder Odo and Scientist Karnell."

Commander Kharek replied, "Permission granted." He quickly glanced over at the other personnel, thinking, They have the same reservations about this as I do... He concentrated on keeping his fur smooth.

The shimmer of transport coalesced into three individuals. Commander Kira, Odo and Karnell looked around before leaving the transporter bay and saluting the commanders.

They returned the salute before Commander Alberts, the head of the base, said, "Welcome to Starbase Loo'Wess, Cardassia Prime." He indicated the others, "Commander Kharek, Commander Marhal, our adjutants Lts. Gedelj, Xenoi and Martins. Captain Parker who will be Vorta Karnell's supervisor and bodyguard will join us later."

"We trust transit was uneventful?"

"Everything went as planned and according to the schedule Odo set up," was Kira's reply before she looked over at Odo who was wearing the uniform of Bajoran security.

The Changeling looked at the officers then made the Bajoran gesture of thanks before saying, "I wish to express the gratitude of my people, the Great Link, for your acceding to our request at a time when the Dominion War is still immediate in everyone's mind, its outcome very evident. Scientist Karnell's presence constitutes no threat whatsoever. His task is limited to searching for the One Hundred."

"The request was unexpected, but Starfleet's acceding to it represents a first step towards reconciliation, a goal as important as reconstruction and recovery. We have effected comprehensive security measures to ensure your scientist's safety while on base."

Karnell stepped forward to make the Vorta's gesture of submission, "We owe you a debt of gratitude."

You people certainly do, thought Alberts.

"How is the situation on Deep Space 9? I spent a month there just before the war broke out," Commander Marhal wanted to know.

"Fortunately, everything is back to normal," answered Kira. "...all damage repaired. Traffic through the Wormhole is rapidly increasing..." she winced inwardly at the Federation word for the Celestial Temple, "...so that the station has once again become a hub of exploration and commerce." With a slight smile, she looked over at Odo, could not quite conceal the warmth in her eyes and voice when she addressed him, "And, as agreed, reports of discoveries, the results of missions are shared with The Great Link."

For a moment Odo seemed to smile - or was it a trick of the light? - when he responded, "And very reliably, too; a welcome indication of advances made in the transition from hostility to cautious approach."

With a hesitant glance at Odo Scientist Karnell added, "We hope this mission, the search for the One Hundred, will prove successful; whatever we find will be shared with you in accordance with the will of the Founder, Odo."

"The One Hundred," Marhal repeated pensively. "When exactly were they sent on their journey?"

"Time does not have the same meaning for us as it does for Solids. It could have been hundreds of years ago or even thousands..." Odo gazed out a window, a gesture he had unwittingly adopted from the Solids, "which means they could be scattered throughout the Alpha and Gamma Quadrants or even further."

"Perhaps some are still adrift in space as infants, or wandering like Laas, who found Odo and later continued his journey of discovery, searching for others like him," Kira said very softly, feeling Odo's gaze rest on her. And you returned to the station, returned to me, in spite of your desire to travel among the stars with Laas; you stayed at my side until the Female Founder entrusted you with the task of healing and teaching your people, take her place.

Commander Alberts informed them, "We have five Cardassian guards on base whom we have given two days off to search the camps' files for missing family members. Upon returning, they will be posted in a different area so that your paths," he looked over at Karnell, "...won't cross."

The Vorta stared at him, startled, then replied, smiling cheerfully, "A very considerate gesture, Commander Alberts. I do want to perform my duty to the Founders in my present incarnation."

"You are assigned an integrated work and living complex so that you do not have to risk moving around on base. Your station is only a few steps away, just around the corner."

The group entered a compact, yet pleasantly spacious living and working area, its terminal already up and running. "Your station and quarters, Scientist Karnell, complete with a replicator and sonics."

Karnell looked into the rooms, then over at the Commanders, his delight very obvious, "This is generous! I can work here perfectly undisturbed which will speed up research."

"And protect you," said Alberts who kept his thoughts to himself, And you won't have any excuse to snoop around. "The system has been reconfigured to your needs, offering you complete access to data on all biological phenomena and inexplicable events registered since the beginning of Federation exploration."

The technician who had plugged in a relay thought smugly, This terminal has been fed with all of the data the Vorta can possibly need. He'll never realize that it is self-contained to ensure he won't be able to gain access to any other areas; once he's gone, we'll have it reconnected in minutes; not the original plan, but safer. He got up, saluted and reported, "Had to replace a faulty module."

Karnell went over to the terminal to request a listing of unusual sightings and, beaming with pleasure, watched the masses of information scroll down the monitor, clapped his hands like an excited child. Everyone recognized that he wanted nothing more than to start work at once.

"In case you should need assistance at some point, Captain Parker or a technician will be glad to help."

Marhal exchanged glances with the others before offering, "If you have the time, we can give you a tour of the base. But first, there is someone you have to meet." Kharek spoke into his commband, "Captain Parker, report to the mission terminal."

He arrived within minutes. "Captain Parker reporting."

"We have already discussed your posting of the next four weeks. You are to supervise and assist Scientist Karnell during his stay on-base. He is to search our files for Changeling sightings."

"I remember. The One Hundred." He smiled at the Vorta who was gazing up at him, his wide blue eyes friendly, curious.

"You have assigned me a very impressive bodyguard indeed," he commented to Marhal.

"And an assistant in research, if required," Parker added.

Before they left, Odo addressed Karnell. "Your research is limited to this one task alone. All other files are off-limits."

"Founder Odo, I exist only to serve and obey you in all things." The Vorta made the ritual gesture of respectful servitude which grated on Odo's nerves, or whatever passed for nerves among Changelings.

Kira watched Karnell closely, wondering, He's much different to Weyoun whose mannerisms changed from one moment to the next as needed; Karnell is only focused on the mission he has been given. And yet, there is a resemblance. Perfect subservience to and even worship of the Founders...

When the others left, she turned to join them while Karnell, supervised by Captain Parker, began his research...

During their tour of the base, the visitors at times saw the vista of ruins that remained of the Cardassian city beyond the wall of the perimeter, briefly watched the crews laboring to remove the detritus.

For a moment, Kira's expression became somber when she recalled the destruction, the burning ruins she'd seen at leaving the Dominion's erstwhile headquarters together with Odo, Bashir and their captive before beaming up... This is worse than the aftermath of the Occupation. I met our station Cardassian when she returned after her first month on Cardassia, recognized her despair about what she had seen and experienced in spite of her impassivity.

The evening breeze became stronger, sending up swirls of gritty dust; at times it carried a nauseating smell of advanced decomposition. Kira watched the others. They don't seem to notice it anymore; but then, you can get used to anything. She suppressed traumatic memories of her own that surfaced at times, triggered by sounds or dreams about the past.

"They are making remarkable advances," Odo commented approvingly.

"Doing their duty to Cardassia; their determination is admirable. Work is a 21/21 affair, no one takes even a day off. After dark these crews will be replaced by the next shift."

The Great Link, that Female Founder, they have much to answer for, thought Alberts. He remembered the nightmarish visuals he had seen of Cardassian cities immediately after the war, bodies of men, women and children everywhere, singly and in groups, lying where they had fallen in the Dominion's attempt at genocide. No one deserves to experience something like this, not even Cardies.

Kira and Odo were impressed by the base which had been established within two months; the complex of solid, plasticrete buildings housed all necessary installations as well as staff quarters.

She asked, "How are relations between the Federation personnel stationed here and the Cardassians?"

"We cooperate with the Council of Organizers, assist their crews in the removal of ruins by placing necessary machinery at their disposal, scan for abandoned ordnance or booby traps, all of the usual post-war clean-up activities."

"Assistance, repairs..." added Marhal, "We only help when asked to do so. Many Cardassians resent our presence, consider us an occupying force, yet know they need our support. They work independently; we don't try to talk them into doing things our way. That alone is beginning to improve relations." He met Kira's eyes, "I never thought I'd say this, but I'm beginning to appreciate, even like and respect them for their determination."

Her reply was a nod of agreement.

They returned to the main building where Karnell was already absorbed in his work with Parker at his side, both concentrating on the monitor's display, apparently fascinated. After a short conversation with the Vorta scientist whom he gave some last directives, Odo was ready to leave.

"I will return in a month." He looked at the commanders in turn, as did Kira, noticed their tension and discomfort at having a Changeling on-base, even though they disguised it well.

"May this be the first step towards peaceful relations," Odo said, inclining his head. Kira saluted the commanders, thanked them for the tour, then the group left for the transporter alcoves from where the visitors beamed up to the shuttle. Kira had volunteered to take Odo to his people's world before returning to Deep Space 9 and her own duties as the commander of the station.

"I wonder what's next," muttered Alberts. "First your personnel's Cardie project, then the Ettaks, and now? We're stuck with a Vorta, of all things."

"Not much, unless that Vorta is discovered by Cardassians, which will make things very lively very fast," commented Marhal. "May as well get back to work, relax with some paper-pushing and hope for the best..."

Chapter 10

"Well, Captain Parker, how is everything?" inquired Alberts who allegedly wanted to check on Karnell's progress as the Vorta had already been on base for a little over two weeks.

"Karnell will enjoy telling you about his results."

When they entered the room, Karnell turned to them with a friendly smile and gesture, "I greet you, Commander Alberts. You might be interested in what I have found so far."

"Certainly," he could not keep from smiling in return.

With a hint of disappointment, the Vorta scientist reported, "I have discovered some life forms with shape-shifting abilities, like the Chameleonids, but no Changelings. Of course, my research is not yet finished." He showed the commander his most interesting finds.

"Limited shape shifting abilities... no return to a gelatinous state when at rest," he stated.

"We hope you find at least one or two of The Hundred; even that would be a success," Alberts said after viewing the most promising accounts.

"The Founder admitted that it could be difficult. But I want to serve him well. There still are numerous entries to check."

"Then I don't want to interrupt your work any further. Success, Scientist Karnell."

With a respectful gesture, the Vorta continued his research.

"A word with you, Captain Parker," Alberts waved him over. "Any attempts to find... extras?"

"None whatsoever. Those files to which we have given him unlimited access are the only ones he has viewed so far. But," he lowered his voice, "Some of the system's responses seemed slightly off, so I got hold of one of the technicians. He admitted that he and his colleagues had, as he described it, stuffed all the info we'd agreed to place at Karnell's disposition into the computer, then disconnected it from the network, but without cutting communications, of course."

"What?!"

"According to Senggor, the safeguards are effective, but..."

"Look, I don't want to know specifics..." was Alberts' reaction. "How long does he still have?"

"About two weeks. Founder Odo will contact the base some days before his arrival."

"What is your impression of him?"

"Dedicated, very enthusiastic; when he finds something, he is excited and shows it to me at once. You actually end up sympathizing with him when his discovery turns out to be yet another dead end. I've advised Karnell to record even those as they could be useful after all."

"Good idea." Alberts looked back at the Vorta who was absorbed in his task.

Some days later, Alberts, Kharek and Marhal met in the canteen for lunch. The Human and the Trill recognized that Kharek was irritated, but did not ask why as Tellarites could be quite volatile.

When they sat down to eat, Kharek grunted, "Cardassian day..."

"No incident because of the Vorta, I hope."

"Nearly. Two Cardassians arrived at the main gate, demanded a tour of the base, stating that this was their right as it is on their world. I commend Lt. Lewis. He was very diplomatic, respectful and understanding of their concerns, only contacted me when he was uncertain about which information could be shared with them."

"Doesn't surprise me," commented Marhal, "They consider the base a threat to Cardassia's security after our scanning the Union's planets to register remaining resources, help reactivate or open mines or discover potential Lagerstätten." He sighed, "They believe we are looking for weaknesses to pressure their government into making concessions."

"How did you defuse the situation?"

"The only way I could. The personnel in charge of data processing had forgotten to transmit the results of the scans to the Council of Organizers and SFHS Deep Space 9, an inexcusable oversight, so I apologized and had the data sent at once. However, they saw the Vorta during the tour, which complicated matters."

"Hope that little detail won't spread among the Council members."

"I don't know. But I had Karnell describe his project, so he invited them to look at his results. This willingness to share information marginally convinced them that his work presented no risk. When I left, they were viewing his discoveries..."

"Did you get their names?"

"Yes. Two Guls, Madred and Melset."

"Uh-oh, Madred's one unpleasant specimen, he is said to be an Order liaison. Remember the incident with Captain Picard? Picard was captured, arrested, then brutally interrogated by Madred. It took him quite some time to recover from his experience."

"That's why the name seemed familiar, but I couldn't place it." Kharek added, "The woman wasn't much better: a typical Cardassian officer, calculating, manipulative, and suspicious. It took that data to make those two lower their hackles."

"Cardassians always come in threes... Organizer Garak has notified me he will come by in four days with his interim report on the Barton team's project," said Marhal. "Wonder how that is going."

"Better introduce him to the Vorta, if he hasn't heard about him already," Alberts advised.

"I didn't ask our guests to keep Karnell's presence confidential or they would have reacted with renewed suspicion," admitted Kharek.

"Suspicious and xenophobic..." added Marhal. "Remember our issuing a warning that personnel is to go off-base only in groups, ideally with a Cardassian guard to avoid incidents? Many are thankful for the assistance, but even so..."

"The attitude of those guls reflects the ethics of the general population. A favor has to be repaid in full. They desperately need Federation assistance but are worried about what we might demand in return. They don't believe we want nothing. Those expectations are deeply ingrained in their culture and mentality."

"By the way, I've been notified that there is need of medical supplies, further water purification units and help in distribution," said Alberts.

Kharek added, "And heavy machinery to crush and separate the rubble into its components for use as filler for roads and foundations for permanent buildings, respectively recyclates."

Marhal suggested, "We should no longer actively participate in operations once the crews have been shown how to use the machinery, which is a matter of about half an hour. Let them organize procedure on their own. Barton and his team did the same with their project. Garak hinted that this detail is crucial for the project's acceptance."

Alberts and Kharek already knew negotiations between the NGO and the Council of Organizers had been initiated.

"So we may have been offering aid in the wrong way," Commander Alberts murmured pensively. "The members of NGOs who are here seem to have hardly any problems; they work side by side with 'their' Cardassians, integrate into their teams and readily adopt Cardassian methods while sharing their own. They even spend downtime with them."

"Cardies are natural organizers. A team needs extra hands? A call goes out, volunteers join on in. Tell you what: I'll ask Organizer Garak about this when he comes next week. In the meantime we can see how this approach works."

"Cardassians are so punctual you could set your chronometers by them. Here's Garak, not one metric too late or too early," was Albert's comment at seeing the image of the main gate on the observation screen.

Garak got out of his glider, went to the gate and addressed the guard. "I am Organizer Garak. My appointment with Commander Marhal and his colleagues is at 10:00 standard."

"You can station your glider at the recharging system. I'll take you to the commanders." The guard notified his replacement to take over.

"Understood."

Within minutes, Lt Lewis came in, announced, "Organizer Garak." He stepped aside to let the Cardassian enter.

"Dismissed, Lt Lewis."

"I trust everything is as it should be, Commander Alberts and Marhal," he said, inclining his head in greeting."

"Indeed. Our work is progressing smoothly."

"As yet, I only have an interim report. Negotiations with the NGO nearly failed. Its representatives insisted on Human supervisors and mainly human staff, which was unacceptable. After quite lengthy debates we accepted having one of their representatives in the main bureau of the Cardassian branch and mixed staff in the office responsible for distribution of goods and funds; otherwise, we will employ Cardassians exclusively at all levels of organization." He shrugged, "Such attitudes make cooperation difficult."

"Thank you for mentioning this as we wanted to address this very point, Organizer Garak. There are a number of NGOs on this world whose members cooperate closely with your people, participate both in preparatory work and realization of projects, learn from you whereas you adopt what you find useful. There are no conflicts."

"For us that is the only acceptable form of cooperation with non-Cardassians. I assure you of our gratitude for your assistance, but show us how to operate machines that are new to us, and we'll have a trial run, then work independently. Our own people can supervise procedure if necessary. No offense meant, but supervision by off-worlders is offensive. We know what we are doing."

"Old attitudes die hard. Often those who deliver aid want to determine procedures, expect the recipients to adopt their methods," said Marhal, "the 'we are helping you so you better do this our way' system. The conflict boils down to this."

"Exactly. Give us the training if the technology is at variance with our own, provide us with the necessary information and we will see to organization then, at completion of the project, return whatever has been on loan in the condition in which we got it." He added, head a little to the side, "We are accustomed to working with heavy machinery, you know."

"Then," Marhal looked over at Alberts, "we'll inform our teams about this and assure the skeptics of your people's ability to operate machines."

"That would be most kind and conducive to good relationships," Garak bowed very slightly, smiling, pleased at Marhal's having picked up on Cardassian-style humor.

"There is something you should know. We have a guest here who may be disquieting in view of the past. Two guls, Madred and Melset, demanded a tour of the base and saw Scientist Karnell whom Founder Odo has sent here to trace and possibly find the One Hundred."

"Odo, the former Security Officer on Deep Space 9?" Garak was astonished.

"Yes, do you know him?"

"Indeed, we both resided on that station until the end of the conflict, knew each other quite well, but lost contact when I stayed behind on Cardassia."

"He returned to the Great Link shortly after the peace treaty between the Dominion and the Federation was signed and is working for reconciliation with the Federation. Karnell has been here for nearly three weeks to effect research on Odo's behalf. To make a long story short, your fellow organizers were more than slightly concerned at seeing him, believed critical information about Cardassia was being leaked to the Dominion."

"I trust there was no... unpleasantness?" Madred and Melset... I can imagine their teamwork was highly effective.

"They wanted the data on your worlds as it had not been sent them due to an oversight; it was transmitted to the Council of Organizers, SFHS-Deep Space 9 and SFHS Earth within the day. Our explanation and apology were accepted. At seeing Karnell, renewed distrust. He managed to reassure them by showing them his research."

He saw Garak's expectant stance. "Would you like to meet Scientist Karnell?"

"By all means; I do not have much time, but his project interests me." There was no threat in the Cardassian's words or expression, however, only an icy glint in his eyes.

Alberts gestured at the door, "If you would follow me, Organizer Garak," and walked out.

Garak raised his eye ridges in astonishment. He hasn't called his guards and is leaving his back unprotected; among us that gesture means 'Trust for trust.' I doubt he knows this.

Alberts showed him the various offices, describing the work done there to dispel any suspicions the Cardassian may have had about activities on base.

Much to Garak's surprise, the door to Karnell's living and working area was open.

"Vorta Karnell insisted on this to prevent suspicion. He said Founder Odo had advised him to be open about his work. At times staff enter to view results on an annex."

"This does serve to defuse potential misunderstandings," agreed Garak. However, this comportment does raise the question of whether this openness is a front to distract from potentially nefarious activities by inducing an observer to become incautious.

When Karnell turned to them, Commander Alberts said, "Organizer Garak, may I introduce you to Scientist Karnell? Scientist Karnell, this is Organizer Garak of the Council of Organizers. He has expressed interest in your work."

The Vorta made the gesture of respect normally reserved for Founders, saying, "Organizer Garak, it is an honor to meet you."

"And I am honored to make your acquaintance," Garak said, indicating a slight bow.

Karnell recognized the hatred in the Cardassian's eyes, the smile that conveyed a subtle threat but did not react to it. "Organizer Garak, Founder Odo informed me that we would probably meet at some point..." He gave him a welcoming smile and gestured at the computer, "...and that you would wish to see what I am doing."

Great Link, let me live long enough to fulfill the mission the Founder has given me. Karnell moved aside and Garak took his place.

"May I?" asked Garak, opening the files to read sections of the Vorta's notes, scanning them for any phrases or data indicating subversive activities to the detriment of what remained of Cardassia. "Very fascinating indeed," he murmured then, as though by chance, activated a section of communications while saying, "This is interesting... so much remains to be discovered." The screen briefly went dark. Garak pressed an icon, "I regret, was too fast here..." the screen once again showed the file he had been examining.

Well, well, well, this computer has no access to Starfleet's main database and only contains the results of research on the life forms encountered in the course of explorations. "No sign of the Link's missing 97 emissaries?" he inquired. "Not even Laas?"

The Vorta looked downcast, "Regrettably not. Not one. However, my work is not yet completed. About 9000 files remain to be examined, so there is still hope." He asked hesitantly, "Am I permitted to ask a favor of you?"

For a moment, Garak was suspicious, then replied, "Certainly, as long as you don't ask me for state secrets."

The Vorta felt safe enough to smile in amusement before explaining, "Two Cardassian Organizers were here to whom I showed my work. One of them, Melset, was fascinated by my research. I promised to send her my results via SFHS. Please notify her that research is ongoing."

"I shall certainly do so. Your willingness to show me what you have done so far is gratifying. Success, Vorta Karnell."

With that, he turned back to Commander Alberts, "It was most kind of you to give me this tour which has served to allay my fellow organizers' concerns - and my own."

Commander Alberts finally relaxed. Organizer Garak, as friendly and polite as he is, seemed subtly threatening just now. Of course, Karnell reminded him of Weyoun who announced the destruction of Locarian City, as well as the order to eradicate all Cardassians.

On their way to Garak's glider, the two discussed the project concerning the orphans.

"I tend to cautious optimism as to acceptance of Barton's project, Commander Alberts. In three weeks the document should be presented to the Council of Organizers for final evaluation after two representatives of the NGO have explained some last details; the document will be signed then. We invite you, Barton and his team, to witness the signing." Garak inclined his head in friendly greeting, "Be strong, Commander Alberts."

The Commander saluted, answering, "Be strong, Organizer Garak," then watched him go to his glider, get in and head back to Loo'Wess.

(2633)

Chapter 11

Upon arriving for duty, Commander Alberts found a message from the Council of Organizers waiting for him. He checked the time - it had arrived three hours before, fully in accordance with Cardassian scheduling which was at variance with that of the Federation; Cardassian days were 21 hours long in contrast to the Federation's 24-hour ones. With a smile he recalled that, a few years before, there had even been a conflict on Deep Space 9 about whether to take over Bajor's 26-hour day.* As he'd not been involved in the conflict, he found the entire incident as told him by the station Commander amusing.

But now let's see what this is about... He opened the communication which turned out to be from Professor Lang, the head of the Council of Organizers. I hope there has not been an incident, or, even worse, that negotiations have broken down and the project abandoned. He contacted her at once.

"Professor Lang, I have received your request for me to contact you as soon as possible."

The woman inclined her head in respectful greeting. "This notification is in connection with the project initiated by your personnel and subsequently transferred to us for consideration and, possibly, implementation. Negotiations were successfully concluded yesterday evening, the terms of the contract accepted both by the NGO and the Council of Organizers so that the signing will take place a week from today at..." she briefly hesitated, "... 10:00 hours Federation time. The Council of Organizers hereby invite you, Commander Marhal and the personnel involved to attend the ceremony. All of you have been instrumental in establishing a proposal that in both phrasing and conception is fully in accordance with and respectful of our cultural norms and social mores. Your attendance would be an honor for us."

"And we are honored by your invitation and accept," replied Commander Alberts.

With a nod, Lang said, "A glider will arrive at the main gate fifteen metrics before. Lang out."

Commander Alberts looked pensively at the now-dark screen. I expected the Organizers to consider this their plan alone as they effected negotiations and drew up the document in cooperation with the NGO. An overture after their initial distrust of our motives when we addressed the Council about this base? He briefly consulted his schedule. No conflicts. Scientist Karnell is to leave in 9 days. Plenty of time ...

"Major Barton, Lt Moktah, Major Selik, Glinn Ressek, report to my office at once. Commander Alberts out."

The personnel came into his office within minutes, saluted, then waited. When the last had arrived, Commander Alberts explained, "I have just been contacted by Professor Lang who, in the name of the Council of Organizers, has issued an invitation for us to attend the signing of the contract between the Council of Organizers and the NGO. An agreement has been reached and negotiations successfully concluded. Congratulations. Your participation in a successful cross-cultural initiative will be registered in your files." When he saw Ressek's discomfort he added, "Glinn Ressek, you are expressly invited as you were a member of Barton's team. I remember you had a private conversation with Organizer Garak some time ago."

The Cardassian officer inclined his head.

"A week from today, 9:45 at the main gate, as punctual as Cardassians," Alberts smiled. "Dismissed."

After a brief exchange with the others, Ressek went back to his station, remembering his meeting with Organizer Garak and the proposal he had made. For me, a **skrit, entering the military was the only option open to me. If Garak's suggestion has been approved.... He did not quite dare hope for the change of career Garak envisioned for him; his people believed hope only led to self-delusion and weakness.

On the day of the signing, the officers, all in dress uniform, met at the main gate. They did not show that they were slightly apprehensive, yet curious at the same time. So far, they had only met some few members of this political body, such as Lang or Garak; they had once seen Madred on base accompanied by a female officer.

At arriving at the Council's building, they disguised their astonishment at realizing that the building was provisional, composed of a set of modules joined together to provide the Council with offices and a conference room.

With a friendly gesture, Garak came over to meet them. "Welcome to the seat of Council. As you can see, this is an exceedingly simple venue for the Council of Organizers," he explained. "At present, our priority is providing housing for the civilian population. By our standards, it would be unthinkable for members of the government to have better living and working conditions than those of the general population."

"Indeed, especially as every Cardassian serves Cardassia in their own way, thus deserves the respect due productive citizens."

"In times of need or catastrophe, all work together for the common goal, do whatever is necessary, regardless of status." He indicated a male who was part of a team breaking down a wall with jackhammers. "This man was a legate before The Fire but volunteered for this task at once; we do have a marked lack of manpower so everyone does what he can."

Inclining his head, Garak indicated they come with him..."

The moment they reached the entrance to the Chamber of Councilors, every member of the group, including Ressek, was met by a guard who took up position at his side. At seeing their subtle reaction of disquiet, Garak explained, "According each of you a bodyguard is our gesture of respect. An honored guest's safety has to be assured under all circumstances."

It was then that two soldiers approached Garak to take position at his sides. Garak smiled and whispered to Alberts, "Rank has its privileges." He widened his eyes slightly, spread his hands, "At times, Organizers are not very popular. I cannot even remotely imagine why."

Once inside, the Federation members looked around and saw the seating arrangements for the organizers: three ranks of half-circles, with a divide at the center. Garak pointed at a free place, "Regrettably, this Organizer is not present. She would have been pleased to attend this specific occasion, but the situation at SFHS on Deep Space 9 requires staff to pull double and even triple shifts to keep up with the workload."

An officer preceded them to a sightly elevated area from where they could watch proceedings. Once they had taken their seats, the guards stood alongside them. Commanders Alberts and Marhal sat a little higher up as they were the highest-ranking of the group.

The Organizers had been talking quietly among themselves, but fell silent when Professor Lang walked to the podium at the center of the hall.

"I greet the Council of Organizers and, to our guests and benefactors, I express our collective gratitude."

The guests rose in acknowledgment, bowed slightly as they had seen Cardassians do when thanked.

A moment of silence followed as the Organizers inclined their heads in respect.

"The war which ended a little under a year ago has seen our population greatly reduced in number, our cities laid waste, confronting us with such extensive devastation that recovery appeared the task of a generation, if not more. Our principle is well-known and has been valid since the inception of planetary unity: Cardassians cope on their own. After this war which has seen unparalleled destruction throughout the Alpha Quadrant, the Federation and former enemies have come together to rebuild their worlds and cultures, have overcome resentment to such a degree as to include the Union among the systems and alliances receiving assistance. For this," she looked over at the group, "You have our gratitude. 'A Cardassian never forgets who has rendered him assistance in his time of need'is another enduring precept of our people."

She gestured at the Federation members in the hall, "Commander Alberts and Commander Marhal, some of your personnel on base recognized what they considered an egregious injustice and acted to rectify it. They considered our people in its entirety, realized that these individuals who, once adult, could potentially serve Cardassia were being disregarded, even held in contempt, thus compounding our losses."

"Barton's team, as their superior officer calls them, developed a plan to integrate those children without families into our society, a society from which they have been traditionally excluded. In doing so," she met the eyes of the Federation officers in turn, "You have proven respectful of our ways, traditions and mentality, did not attempt to insert Federation values into our ways, but rather adapted them to make them compatible with ours. You cooperated with one of our own, invited him to participate in your deliberations concerning this project, thus ensuring its acceptability. And you, Commander Marhal, you found an organization that is willing to follow their example. Once the proposal was developed, you made it ours by leaving negotiations to us, respected a former enemy's pride and dignity."

A brief pause before she concluded, "All questions and doubts have been resolved, the terms of the contract agreed on, and," she smiled slightly, "Once the document of cooperation has been signed, the groundwork is to be initiated in a matter of days. My gratitude, our gratitude to the Federation for already having funded and erected buildings for educational facilities, and to the NGO which will build homes for the families involved, homes which will be ready within a matter of weeks." She gestured at a Human civilian who was sitting in the front row. "Coordinator Schuiygen."

He rose to say, "Professor Lang has presented a brief account of what is to be realized here: orphans will live in family-like structures, with employees from among your people who will take the place of parents. Each group of six houses is to have a coordinator responsible for the distribution of goods and further elements of support. Organization? A three-tier system, with only the upper tier composed of our personnel and Cardassians, the others staffed by Cardassians exclusively to ensure the children's full immersion in their own unique culture."

"The document is now to be signed. The NGO Interplanetary Children's Communities will work for the good of these young people who will be raised to become Cardassians worthy of the name."

After the speeches, the Secretary of Council brought in the document, laid it on the table, and one by one, the Council Members signed it, then gave their thumbprint on an official datapadd containing a digital copy of the document before returning to their seats.

Once this phase was concluded, Professor Lang and the archivist read and compared the list of names and signatures, then turned to the guests.

Archivist Mertol stated, "It is not yet valid as some signatures have not yet been given. The personnel who conceived and developed this plan before transferring it to us are to come forward to sign the document. You are a part of this." He bowed slightly, placing his right hand on his chest.

Taken unawares by the acknowledgment of their role, Commanders Marhal and Alberts, Majors Barton and Selik, Lt Moktah and Glinn Ressek did so according to rank.

Professor Lang added, "We have contacted Starfleet to request you be officially commended for your efforts on the behalf of the most vulnerable members of our population, ensuring an inequitable situation will become part of the past."

Minutes later, a civilian opened a large door leading to another, smaller hall; the Professor informed the officers, "It is our custom to invite individuals who have participated in negotiations to a... as you call it 'reception'."

The group of Federation officers and Ressek exchanged glances, slightly uncertain. Madred, who had come over to them, explained, "By all means, join us. You don't want to make a tactical error after having submitted such an excellent proposal. You have signed the document, so your participating in this is part of the tradition." A barely noticeable smile when he added, "You Federaje, you have the same custom as far as I have been informed. What we have is quite simple, but the important element is the sharing itself."

During the reception, Garak went over to Ressek, took him aside. "A word with you, Glinn Ressek."

Together they went into the now-empty Hall of Council. "I have spoken to the head of the future Department of Interplanetary Relations; he has agreed to place the necessary information at your disposal so that you can begin preparing for your future duties. He has also spoken to the Legate on your behalf. You are slated to transfer to the Department in a month; courses and training will begin immediately after. Report to my office in ten days."

The Glinn saluted, "Yes, Organizer Garak."

"I assume you are pleased about this development."

"Yes, Organizer Garak, and I am most grateful to you for offering me this chance." He hesitated, then decided to ask after all. "Will I be acceptable to the others as well? I... am an orphan, a skrit."

Garak's expression hardened, his eyes became cold. "The document that has been signed will put an end to this discrimination which is unworthy of a people so dedicated to duty and which considers unity of purpose its highest goal. The very term you just used should be relegated to the past where it belongs."

He looked at the Glinn, then added in a very low voice, "One last element, and we can rejoin the others. I take it you have someone... of interest. I have found out about this and who the person is then subsequently had a friendly conversation with some individuals. There will be no problems of any kind."

Glinn Ressek stared at him, astonished. This Organizer must be Order, how else could he have found out about Kedala... Aloud, he only said, "I owe you a favor, Organizer Garak."

"Now, my dear Glinn Ressek, Let us return to the others, mingle with them and appreciate your and your friends' success."

Commander Marhal had seen the two leave the room together and now that they were back, recognized that the Glinn was no longer tense. Apparently his situation has been resolved; as for us, the success of the Barton team's intervention will inevitably become public knowledge, possibly be a very small step in improving relations between our respective peoples and systems. We can always hope. Day after tomorrow, the next occasion. But for now,...

*The Minutes of an Extraordinary Meeting of the Promenade Merchants' Association by Arati_Mhevet - Do read this, it is a most enjoyable story!

**Expression borrowed from Una McCormack: The Never-Ending Sacrifice

Chapter 12

On their way back to the base, Marhal, Alberts and Barton's team were pensive, considered the ceremony in which they had unexpectedly been included.

Barton broke the silence when they arrived. "I don't quite understand: They acknowledged our participation in this project although we had practically handed it over to them to work out on their own, making it theirs in every way. We had nothing to do with it anymore from then on."

Alberts replied, "When you drew up the plan, your included a Cardassian, Glinn Ressek, in your team. Asking him to participate made all the difference. In addition to that, you did not not take credit for this proposal you and your team had initiated." He turned to Ressek, "What is your take on this? We can't quite understand the rationale."

"You indeed conceived and established the basics of the plan, but its realization, the negotiations and implementation were left to us to effect. You have heard our phrase 'we are a proud people'? This pride does not imply refusal to accept proposals or suggestions made by off-worlders. The decisive factor was your showing respect for our ways. Cardassians have a well-developed sense of justice, so not mentioning your role in this project would be unthinkable." He added, inclining his head slightly, "We have recognized your willingness to accept our ways, so besides the favor we now owe you, you also have our respect. I have been directed to inform you that, when the NGO officially introduces this new institution, you will be our honored guests."

"And we accept: You honor us in turn with your recognition," Alberts replied.

With that, Ressek returned to his station, the others to their respective offices, or quarters for those who had an off-shift.

As to Alberts and Kharek, they had to prepare for an important meeting the next day.

Commander Kharek and Commander Alberts, both in dress uniform, arrived at the transporter bay.

At the ETA transmitted to the base the day before, the Bajoran shuttle Ashalla went into orbit of Cardassia Prime. "This is Commander Kira of Deep Space 9. I request permission to beam down with Founder Odo."

"Permission granted."

In the shimmer of the transporter effect, Commander Kira and Odo materialized in the transporter bay and quickly looked around.

Commander Kharek saluted, "Commander Kira, Founder Odo, Welcome to Starbase Loo'Wess, Cardassia Prime."

Odo and Commander Kira responded with a salute, "Commanders Kharek and Alberts, we thank you for receiving us."

"I take it everything has gone as planned?" Odo inquired at once.

"Fortunately. There have been no problems, no security breaches nor problems with Cardassian staff. For security reasons we decided to station the Cardassian guards in a different area." A moment later, Kharek admitted, "However, Scientist Karnell was seen by three of the organizers."

Odo seemed curious, but it was hard to tell as changelings as such were inexpressive, unless they had learned to imitate Bajoran or human expressions to make communication easier. "What were the responses of those involved?"

"On the side of the Cardassians, the usual suspicion and hostility. Guls Madred and Melset were openly confrontational, fearing as they did for Cardassia's integrity but Scientist Karnell responded in exactly the right way by showing them in detail what he was doing as well as his first results. When I left for my office, they were standing in a group in front of the monitor, discussing findings. Organizer Garak came some days later, but for a much different reason, so to avoid a repeat performance, Commander Alberts proactively introduced him to Karnell. There were no problems either."

"It would appear he has fulfilled his mission," Odo said, "I did not tell him that I wanted to test his ability to alleviate the distrust he might possibly encounter, at least to a degree."

"I'd say he passed that test with flying colors. Karnell managed to examine all of the files at his disposal, and was so enthusiastic about his work that Captain Parker had to coerce him into taking rest periods. The two of them began cooperating after about a week; I watched them once or twice - their work was highly effective."

With a smile, Kira commented, "I've noticed he's far different to Weyoun, seems sincere, relatively honest and friendly." How often did I want to pitch Weyoun out of the nearest airlock! Duplicitous, oily, untrustworthy...

"Karnell is no diplomat, but a scientist dedicated to his research..." Odo explained, "Vorta personnel's comportment varies in accordance with their predetermined professions."

"Then, let's go and see what Scientist Karnell and Captain Parker are up to," suggested Commander Alberts.

They went to Karnell's area and looked in; the Human officer and the Vorta were working side by side, fully absorbed in their analyses.

Kharek knocked on the door once, then called, "Scientist Karnell, Captain Parker, Founder Odo and Commander Kira have arrived."

Karnell reacted immediately, gave a reverential bow and said "I am honored by your presence, Founder Odo and Commander Kira."

Captain Parker came to stand at attention and saluted.

"At ease, Captain Parker," Commander Alberts reciprocated to his salute.

Within moments Vorta Karnell had fetched the box containing the data carrier, then gone to kneel in front of Odo, holding it out to him in both hands. "Founder Odo, I present the results of my research in the hope that you will find my work adequate, worthy of being placed in your hands."

The Changeling, looking rather embarrassed, took the proffered container, saying, "I assume you have performed the task set you to my satisfaction and,..." Odo now looked decidedly uncomfortable, "for that you have my blessing. Now Scientist Karnell, please, get up."

He then turned to Captain Parker, "We are grateful to you for protecting and assisting Scientist Karnell."

"It was a pleasure and a valuable learning experience. I thank you and my commanders for granting me this privilege." The captain executed the Vorta's gesture of reverence to perfection, much to the concealed amusement of the Commanders, the bemusement of the Changeling, whereas Karnell hardly reacted at all, considering as he did this gesture of respect something due Founder Odo.

"It was meant as a learning experience for both sides, one which is necessary to enable us to gradually overcome the hostility aroused in those we encounter due to the past conflict." I am planning to contact the Council of Organizers to negotiate a separate peace treaty with Cardassia. The comprehensive treaty is valid in their eyes, but their pride demands one made specifically between the Dominion and the Union.

"Attaining that goal will be a challenging project, to judge by our own experiences and responses," admitted Commander Alberts.

"There is one Organizer I know well whose talents and contacts will be helpful in realizing this."

"In other words, it takes a Cardassian to understand and influence Cardassians."

"Indeed, but that is for the future..." replied Odo, "for a time when the worst of the devastation wreaked by the Jem'Hadar and the Breen has been overcome."

Commanders Kharek and Alberts surreptitiously exchanged glances. He's hiding something.

Commander Kira and Odo had a quick, nearly inaudible discussion before Odo turned to the Vorta, "I wish to have a brief look at your results, Scientist Karnell." He opened the container to take out the rod.

The Vorta hurried to activate the large monitor on the wall, slid the data rod into the computer and reported, "Three possible Changeling sightings..." His manner was now brisk, businesslike.

The first showed a forested world with small clearings, harboring no other life but luxuriant vegetation. Karnell pointed at the screen, "The trunk of that tree, look, just below the first branches..."

"Yes, a brief golden shimmer, like a sun ray, but that area of bark is in deep shade," exclaimed Kira.

He activated the second file, "Observe this quite unremarkable chunk of granitic rock."

Superficially, it seemed a perfectly normal rock, yet when they looked at it more carefully, it appeared to be melting with a fitful shimmer of gold at the interface of rock and soil.

"There is no doubt whatsoever about this one!" Karnell said delightedly when he opened the last file. It showed a large, flying organism which spontaneously changed shape in mid-flight so that it would not be forced off course by the wind.

The Starfleet officers were fascinated; quickly Kira glanced over at Odo; he was gazing at the screen with a clearly recognizable expression of joy.

The Vorta turned to take the data rod out, and, at seeing Odo's pleasure, Karnell inclined his head, spread his arms, murmuring, "Founder Odo, I exist only to serve you; may you consider my existence justified, that I am worthy of your mercy, although I have found but three of the ninety-seven."

The Starfleet officers concealed their discomfort at realizing that Karnell, a living, breathing, sentient being, thought that the value of his life was based on loyal service to the Founders alone.

Odo replied, "You indeed merit my recognition, Scientist Karnell."

"There are seven other finds, indeterminate ones, which require closer scrutiny by my peers."

"Preferentially by the Great Link," replied Odo.

"As is the will of the Founder," was the answer, accompanied by a renewed gesture of submission.

"Scientist Karnell, I will return shortly with the Commanders and Captain Parker. In the meantime, prepare for departure."

"I obey you in all things."

In Kharek's office, the group sat down to discuss the research and Karnell himself.

"The computer's database contained all of the relevant files, all available information about worlds explored by Starfleet as well as reports submitted by the captains of civilian ships; one technician admitted that, once the transferal had been effected, the computer's contact with Starfleet's database was cut, just to be safe. No attempts to enter that database were registered."

"Karnell was expressly directed to restrict his activities to recordings made on the worlds explored by Starfleet." Odo considered the officers, analyzed their attitude before saying, "I recognize that you want to address something that is disturbing for you. Do so. If my people is to interact with Solids in future, it is necessary for us to know what elements might prove disquieting to them."

It was Commander Kharek who stated what all were thinking, "Scientist Karnell seems to think the value of his life lies in his service the Founders, not in his value as an individual. For us this idea is profoundly alienating."

"This instinct, or if you wish, belief, is programmed into the Vorta genetic code. This enabled us to assign them the various roles they fulfilled when interacting with Solids as they 'only exist to serve'; this meant they would not rebel against us, that they were under our control. The concept of freedom or of choice? Inconceivable for them. A number of physical alterations were also effected. They accept those defects as they believe The Founders are benevolent gods with supreme power over their servants." The explanation was given with an intonation of unmistakable distaste before Odo added, "Reversing this conditioning, rectifying defects produced by means of genetic manipulation is one of my projects. These changes will be effected by Vorta geneticists; but as yet, I have to convince the Great Link that this will not endanger us, much to the contrary."

"And the Dominion as a political body? What role will it play in the Gamma Quadrant?" was Captain Parker's query, one which the others had hesitated to mention.

"The worlds within the Dominion's sphere of influence will gradually become allies; the Great Link will decide on the sequence of those chosen for negotiations. They will no longer be subject worlds kept under control by the Jem'Hadar or threats of destruction - if you only think of Teplan..."

"A bit like the Federation?"

"More a combination of our respective systems. Negotiations with the various worlds of the Dominion are to be initiated within the coming five years." Odo suddenly looked every bit the arrogant Founder when he stated, "The Federation will of course be welcome to send ships into our territory on exploratory missions, but the privilege of entering our sphere of influence will come at a price." From the corner of his eyes he saw Kira quickly suppress a smile.

The Federation officers exchanged subtly disquieted glances at the Changeling's unexpected shift in manner.

"The data on other worlds which you acquire during these missions of exploration is to be shared with the Dominion... in detail."

"Sounds like an equitable exchange, but it will be the responsibility of the UFP and Starfleet to negotiate conditions with the Dominion when the time comes."

"Indeed."

Kira and Odo briefly looked at each other and arrived at an unspoken agreement.

"Unfortunately, the time has come for us to depart. The Commander is needed on Deep Space 9, and my input is required in the Great Link as this is a critical time of change for us. I express my gratitude in the name of all involved for hosting our scientist during his research, which constitutes a first tentative step towards mutual understanding and cooperation, especially as Starfleet's authorizing Karnell's research has resulted in the discovery of missing members of the Great Link."

The Vorta was already waiting when they arrived in his office cum quarters. Captain Parker took leave of him with a salute the Vorta reciprocated before joining Odo and Kira.

Once they entered the transporter area, Commander Kharek took over the controls and, at Commander Kira's words, "Three to beam up," activated the transporter.

"Quite an anticlimax to the excitement of the past couple of weeks," commented Alberts as they walked out into the corridor. The answer was a grunt of agreement from Kharek before they left for their respective sections.

Alberts added, "Say, do you remember, Kharek? When we applied for this posting, we thought we'd only be dealing with suspicious, resentful Cardassians. And what have we encountered? Gratitude from the Cardassians for finding a way of rectifying an element of social iniquity, and the privilege of cooperating with a Vorta scientist to trace those missing Changelings." He shrugged, "Kind of makes you wonder what's next..."

His Tellarite colleague did not reply, just met his eyes, then lifted his hands and raised his hackles in his people's gesture of exasperation.

Chapter 13

The next four months were more or less routine, much to the relief of the base commanders. At times demolition and reconstruction crews requested assistance which was duly accorded them, all in cooperation with the Organizers. There still was a measure of distrust about the presence of the Starfleet base and its offworld personnel, but the covert hostility, the suspicion that the base was to become a Federation foothold in the Union, was marginally less marked now that Starfleet personnel had learned how to interact with Cardassians.

After 17 Terran weeks, the base commanders received the message they had been waiting for.

"I am Organizer Hogue. Organizer Lang has directed me to contact you, Commanders Alberts, Kharek and Marhal. Construction of the first community has been concluded, personnel found and instructed in their duties; the first four groups have been established. We would be honored to receive you as well as Barton's Team to witness the inauguration of the project you envisioned and which has now been realized. It will take place a week from now at 9:00 by your time, so will be concluded before the heat becomes too great for you. "

Kharek spoke for his colleagues, "It will be our honor to attend."

The Cardassian inclined his head and replied, "A glider will be sent to pick you up at 8:45. Hogue out."

"They really did it," commented Alberts. "It was touch and go for some time because of differing views of procedures."

"Yes, but as soon as those differences were resolved, it was only a matter of clearing the area selected, preparing connections for utilities, then erecting the buildings. Fortunately generators, water purification and reclamation installations were underground, so that they were not irreparably damaged. The worst part was removing the ruins; this used to be a very densely populated area," Marhal added, "Keep this to yourselves, but Ressek was informed where the project was to be realized and made, as he put it, 'clandestine tours of inspection' to keep me up to date." Marhal grinned, "I've never seen a people as curious as those Cardassians... He's not given me any other details, though, but seems pleased about what he's seen so far."

The glider arrived exactly on time, landed and the pilot got out immediately. He saluted briskly then opened the doors for the Federation guests to get in. "I am Andrek Denor and am to take you to the inauguration."

It was only a very short trip, but the pilot flew the glider in a wide curve over the general area where the buildings were sited. At seeing how much had been done, the Federation staff was incredulous. The space for the new buildings was extensive and the educational facilities had been enlarged; the buildings in which the families would live were arranged in a circle, thus enclosing a large open area for meetings, various activities and play. According to Cardassian standards, it looked very welcoming indeed. At a short distance outside, there were additional buildings, but not crowded together as had formerly been the case in this lower middle-class neighborhood which had been blasted into ruins.

"Looks like the nucleus of a small town," commented Marhal.

The pilot inclined his head with a faint smile, pleased at the officer's recognizing the pattern. "We have already drawn up plans for the new Loo'Wess; they are accessible via the public communications points. Our population is greatly interested in them as they are signs of recovery. I can have them transmitted to you." He activated a screen above the seats. "In the center, administration, Security, Military then, viewed from this center, three concentric circles of 3, 6 and 9 small towns respectively. The roads interconnecting them will be bordered by trees and bushes which will offer a measure of protection from the dust that is carried on the wind in summer; and runoff will be filtered then stored in underground cisterns. Further plans will have to wait until our situation has improved." He indicated free spaces in the plan, "Parks, greenery, and a memorial to the victims of The Fire in each one. This was Organizer Garak's idea."

"He does think of everything!"

"He says that by listening in on discussions, meeting the other Organizers as well as talking spontaneously to members of the population, you obtain information that can be quite useful when establishing such plans. Other changes will be effected once we have removed the ruins and made greater advances in rebuilding." The pilot fell silent, and with his passengers looked over at the vista of blacked ruins, thought of a world whose population had suffered unimaginable losses, was now destitute, struggling, and yet, making significant progress at recovering from the devastation through sheer determination.

The glider was guided to a landing next to those of the Council of Organizers. A group of security officers in dress uniform was already waiting to escort the Federation members, a gesture of welcome and respect. At seeing Shuiygens, Marhal thought It would appear we are being honored in accordance with Cardassian custom. Our being the last to arrive implies that without us, this would never have been implemented. He caught sight of Shuiygens standing among the Organizers with a group of aliens who seemingly were members of the NGO and would be assisting the Cardassian staff in organization until they had become familiarized with all procedures, a matter of a week at most.

A uniformed Cardassian who introduced himself as Organiser Masok approached the group; he inclined his head with a friendly gesture, "Come with me. You are to attend this inauguration in the company of the Organizers. It will begin in fifteen metrics. Regrettably, the affair will not be very elaborate because of the situation in which we find ourselves. A speech by Organizer Lang and one by Mr Shuiygens, that will be all, and a meeting afterwards."

The guests had already noticed the flagpoles, and on cue, when Organizer Lang went to stand at the lectern, the banners of All-Cardassia, Central Command and The Council unfurled.

The woman waited for some moments before gesturing at Shuiygens. He whispered to a child sitting next to him who came forward to pull at a rope. This banner showed the logo of the NGO, the contours of a house with a generic image of two children in front of it.

"Throughout most of our history it has been custom to consider orphans as having no place in society. They were either relegated to living in the streets or in homes; they only received a basic education, so that, once adult, they formed the lowest tier of the service class. Only a very few managed to escape this fate, rose in society, but always had to struggle for acceptance. No one questioned nor dared question this state of affairs."

"The Fire caused a catastrophic loss of population. Now? Every individual is desperately needed to recreate our worlds. And still no one thought of rectifying the situation for these children, many of whom had lost their parents in the Dominion's attempt at genocide. Parents who sacrificed themselves to save their children." She fell silent and gestured towards the Federation members who were sitting among the Organizers, "It was members of the Federation," she smiled, "Major Barton's team specifically, encouraged in this by Commander Marhal, who recognized the potential of these orphans and cooperated with a Cardassian officer to find a solution to this dilemma. It is a solution in accordance with our customs and culture for which they have consistently shown respect. The outcome of this cooperation was a meticulously developed proposal that was given to us to develop and implement... if we wished to do so. Mr Shuiygens, the representative of the NGO selected by Commander Marhal, initially experienced difficulties with our specific ways, our concerns but his efforts, our efforts culminated in the outcome you will see." She addressed the Human directly, "Mr Shuiygens, if you will describe your initiative?"

He went up to the lectern and imitated the Cardassian gesture of respect. Lang inclined her head in acknowledgment and returned to her seat next to Organizer Hogue.

"I'll make this brief: I am Maats Schuiygens of the NGO Interplanetary Children's Communities. First of all, a description of our work: six one-family buildings in a complex, each inhabited by a parent or parents in a family unit with up to six children and who care for them until they are independent. Only people from the children's home world are accepted to ensure immersion in their own culture. The organization provides housing and support, pays the parents a salary. Food, clothing and housing are included, as well as medical care and counseling which are also open to families in the neighborhood. Funds are raised by spontaneous donations, long-term sponsors, Federation relief and social programs. The children, once adult and employed, give 10% of their income, all dependent on their circumstances, to the NGO for ten years."

"There were concerns about involving off-worlders in the organization; Organizer Garak resolved them so that negotiations were successfully completed. The off-worlders will be recalled as soon as the Cardassian employees have learned all necessary procedures, a matter of a week or two at most. To use your words, Organizers Garak and Lang, the children will be raised to become good Cardassians, to realize their full potential as true citizens of your Union for whom duty to Cardassia supersedes all." He inclined his head in the Cardassian gesture of respect, signaling the end of his speech.

Organizer Masok and the others rose, then walked over to the houses, waited. Organizer Madred called out, "The first four family groups are to come forward. Ettak Darro and Turani, Kesto Elassa, Rekon Simsek and Mertisa, Yeden Midraal.

The adults came forward with the children assigned them, waited in silence. The children were dressed in standard Cardassian civilian clothing, without the logo of the NGO which was normally part of the outfit. Ressek explained to the Federation guests, "They should not be set apart by anything, but rather blend in with the others, not be marked as skrit."

"Look," commented Barton, "There's the Ettaks with Melati and Edron and four new additions to their family; that little one, he's already holding Melati's hand."

Selik quickly whispered, "They took in Enabran when they recovered their own two who had become attached to him, and he to them; he feels safe with them, but still seeks physical contact."

"The other three seem to fit in well as to age level, but still seem a little uncertain," suddenly he smiled, "Edron is talking to them; look, he has just made a gesture I know is a welcoming one. It must be strange for these orphans who were always shunned to suddenly be accepted, integrated into a family, but from what I've heard, there hardly ever are problems."

The conversations died down when Madred faced the families and said, "To the parents who will be providing these children with a home and a family, I say: 'Raise them to become true Cardassians, prepare them for a life of duty and dedication to the Union. To the children I say, 'Remember, all of you, that you are among the fortunate. Family is everything, always remember that. Serve and support those who have taken you in with the respect and gratitude you owe them and by unfailing service to Cardassia, thus honoring your families and the Union.'"

Shuiygens went over to the parents to present them with the access rods to their houses; the buildings were simple, but perfectly in accordance with Cardassian standards. He informed the others, "In a week, the last two families will move in as well. Within the next months, more groups may be founded in other cities." He indicated four Cardassian officials who had come from another province to see for themselves what was being done.

For some time, the groups broke up, then mingled again; Organizers and guests looked around, were invited to inspect the houses while the families did the same and began making contact with one another.

Masok joined some of the Federation representatives. "We will have to become used to this system first as it is so alien to our concepts, but it makes sense. We have to include everyone in our efforts These children's status, it is not their choice, has never been, but due to misfortune alone."

Shuiygens himself was fascinated by the children's behavior and commented to Selik, "Those children are so serious, remind me a little of young Vulcans. Yeden Midraal has been assigned a family group of six siblings; just watch them making contact with their future neighbors..."

"'Joy is vulnerability' is a Cardassian precept. But you can recognize that they are happy in their own way. After living in the streets, then in ruins they now have a home and parents, are safe and protected. As humans would say, they have been given 'a new lease on life'. They now have the same rights as their peers. Their future? It is what they make it."

"They'll be helped to do so. Right now, they may well have mixed feelings about their new situation; the case histories show many have made traumatic experiences. However, most of them will be grateful to finally have a family and a home. Some may require professional guidance and support to make a good future for themselves. That is why our suggestion of having a counselor on site was accepted by Council after we mentioned these specific factors," was Shuiygens' reply before he said with a smile, "A village elder of sorts.".

While watching the families set out tables, prepare for the meeting, Shuiygens added, "Negotiations were going badly, but one member of Council, Organizer Garak, spoke to my colleagues and myself, explained a few elements of Cardassian mentality that were alien for us. This information saved the negotiations and this project."

Barton's team had just spoken with some of the organizers when they were addressed by Organizer Madred who came over, "Come, join us; you have helped bring this about, so now is the time to celebrate what we have accomplished together." The mixed group followed him over to the others, nodded in agreement when he said, "We may well have a reputation for extreme caution and watchfulness, but very much enjoy interesting conversations and exchanges of information with those who have helped realize a long overdue reform."

In the meantime Garak had caught sight of Glinn Ressek and gone to meet him. "I have good news for you, Glinn Ressek. Your application has been accepted, your transferal is now official and finalized. As of now, the responsibility for your career is in your hands alone. Report to Organizer Sanjol tomorrow, after your shift. Commander Marhal has already been notified."

Together, they went to join the celebration.