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JESUS I CAN’T
I just laughed SO FUCKING HARD you have NO idea.
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Baby Dukat ~ Chapter Two
Skrain walked as close to the walls of the shops he passed as he could, keeping his head down and avoiding eye contact with the other Cardassians he passed. He was painfully shy, which was the other reason that many days he found himself watching the crowds pass his mother’s shop.
His family’s house wasn’t far from the shop, only a few blocks. It was amazing to see how different the city was once you exited the area that tourists frequented the most. Downtown was tall, authoritative buildings with viewscreens that flickered on and off periodically, reminding the general populace of the values that made Cardassia great. Every so often, Skrain Dukat’s father would be the Cardassian reminding the rest of Cardassia of these things.
Skrain wanted nothing more than to be like his father, though he knew it wasn’t likely. In order for that to happen he would have to be accepted into one of the most elite schools on the entire planet, and they’d already rejected him once, citing his meek demeanor.
As he turned the corner onto the street where he lived, he was blasted with a sudden, unnatural gust of wind. A strange vworp sound filled the air. Skrain held his arms up to shield his face from the blowing dust and dirt.
Once the wind died down, Skrain looked around, trying to figure out what had caused it. First he looked back to the main road and couldn’t see anyone there, so he looked back the direction he’d been walking and saw a strange blue box just outside of the gate to his house.
He approached it cautiously, wondering if he should just turn around and go back to his mom’s shop. In fact, he was certain that was exactly what he should do, but something deeper inside him, almost instinctual, was telling him to see what was with the blue box that hadn’t been there before.
Perhaps it was new technology that the government had developed and given to his father to test. But what if it was a weapon from one of their enemies? He stopped a few houses away and looked around for something he could use to defend himself.
He stooped down to pick up a large rock, and when he straightened back up, he saw that the box was opening. Skrain quickly ducked behind one of his neighbors’ garden walls, hoping whoever- or whatever- was inside hadn’t seen him.
Baby Dukat ~~ Chapter One
A small Cardassian boy named Skrain sat with his back against the cool metal of the doorframe of his mother’s shop. She worked as a seamstress, and was one of the most popular in Lakarian City.
She often brought Skrain to work with her. He had graduated from primary classes early, but he was still too young for the next stage of his education. It would be at least another year before he could enroll at Bamarran, and that was if the school would be the right choice for him.
Skrain Dukat hated this. He hated being stuck at a tailor shop with nothing to do and no one his age to talk to. Lakarian City was one of the major tourism destinations on Cardassia Prime, but he’d called it home for far too long for it to hold any of his interest.
After having watched the same group of tourists round the block four times, Skrain gave up on people watching and got up, rolling his eyes as he brushed off his pants. He hit the door control and headed into the shop, making his way through a sea of mannequins sporting the latest fashions.
“Ma?” He called. He could hear his mother’s sewing machine working and he sighed. Sewing machines had been obsolete for almost his entire life, yet his mom still insisted on using one.
“Ma,” he called again, poking his head into the backroom. His mother switched off the machine and beckoned him over.
“What’s the matter, Skrain?” she asked as he climbed into her lap. He was almost too big to sit in her lap now but she would never have denied him the comfort.
“I’m bored. Can I go home and read? I promise I’ll stay inside and lock the doors and everything.”
His mom sighed. “Skrain, you know how your father feels about you being left home alone.”
“He doesn’t have to know! He’s gone for three more days anyway. Please?”
“All right. But you have to go straight home. Don’t talk to anybody on the way and don’t answer the door once you’re there. I shouldn’t be home too late.”
“Thanks Ma!” Skrain said, kissing her cheek. Before she could respond he was off her lap and halfway to the front of the store. All she could do was chuckle as she turned her attention back to her work.
They’re gonna stay $3.99 permanently because I want to make sure I’m offering the best possible prices on my work. It’s not the money I want. It’s the readership.
I’m sorry I suck at updating my fics.
Hopefully within the next month or so I’ll be able to tie off some loose ends in fics I still owe chapters to, and then I’m going on semi-permanent hiatus.
Which, in this case, means that this blog will be taking submissions!
Yes!
Just submit your fanfics (I don’t care how you tag them and whatnot, if submitting lets you read more cut stuff, then do that, otherwise please submit it as a link (with description and tags and stuff)) and I’ll queue them up to post twice a week (or more or less often depending on submission quantity).
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