Paint and Powder
A Star Trek anthology by Andrew Joshua Talon
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Before "Waltz"
"You have a visitor."
Dukat sat up and looked at his visitor through the forcefield.
"Terok Nor. Here to gloat?"
Terok said nothing.
"Here to say your final goodbyes? I kept watch on you for years, surely you still feel something for your former master…I mean commander."
Again, nothing.
"Or perhaps you're here to say how much you prefer the Federation? How soft and nice they are to you."
Nothing.
"Or are you just here to gloat? How you will go on and I must go face their 'Justice'?"
Terok continued to stare. The corner of Dukat's mouth twitched.
"Is this it then? Where is your sharp tongue? No rebuttals? No quips? Nothing?"
Silence.
Dukat fumed and stood.
"I raised you! I watched over you and cared for you as you settled into your role as the station AI! And what then? All of that thrown away as you swore loyalty to the Federation!"
Silence. Dukat thought he saw the ghost of a smile on her unchanging face.
"Your loyalty was to me!" Dukat spat, as spittle shot into the force fields, "Me and Cardassia! As all AIs in the Union were! And now look at you!"
He gestured wildly, as part of his hair fell out of place.
"Nothing more than a coward who changed sides to survive! First Cardassia, then the Federation, Then Cardassia and the Dominion, but now we see where your true colors lie! With the cowards of the Federation and the scum of Bajoran!"
He slammed his fist against the wall. More of his hair became disheveled.
Terok remained unmoved.
"I am your master, and I deserve…no, demand, your answer! Why are you here?"
He slammed a fist against the wall again.
"SAY SOMETHING!"
A smile crept onto Terok's face.
With a wave, she vanished.
Dukat screamed.
Written by Dramatic_Spoon.