May as well start this from the beginning, so I keep track of everything. Look at me being proactive! This post will be updated as I go.

Personal log entry from the TOS Enterprise - Here there be tribbles. (canon)
Medical log entry from DS9 - Here there be even more tribbles.
Lunch with Garak, as usual, on DS9 - Here there still be tribbles, but ( Read more... )

The Orb rotated gently in its case, glowing softly behind the clear windows set into the doors. The light gave Enabran's face an eerie cast in the darkened room; it didn't complement the Cardassian complexion. Then again, neither did the expression of utter misery his friend wore. "Here it is," he said, needlessly ( Read more... )

"Good news," Enabran announced. Julian glanced up at him to find him grinning almost predatorially as he shrugged out of his overcoat ( Read more... )

He really wasn't surprised to find himself restrained again. His oh-so-kind and gracious host held the disruptor pointed straight between Julian's eyes. "You are going to tell me," the Cardassian said in a voice far too familiarly calm, "exactly how you know my son's name. If I am satisfied with your answer, I may let you live ( Read more... )

( OOC: Cut for length and possible triggers (attempted dubcon) )

The Cardassian gazed levelly at him, smiling. Julian stared calmly back, wearing his best poker face. He wasn't fooled by his captor's genial manner or considerate treatment of him. The Cardassian had apologized for the necessity of Julian's bonds and untied him, directing him to a couch that was quite comfortable by the standards of Cardassian ( Read more... )

They wrapped his head with something thick and soft, leaving him blind and deaf, and bound his hands in front of him with the same so that he could not feel.  One of them held his arm; that was the sole indicator Julian had of his surroundings.  He gritted his teeth.  Sensory deprivation may have been standard treatment for Cardassian prisoners, ( Read more... )

[OOC - So it occurred to me that I had meant to write some account of Julian getting back home, and I never did, so...]

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( To James T. Kirk (this-universe native) )

I have heard that you have been assigned here to learn more about the displaced people aboard. I realize that you've likely been very busy since returning to your usual shape and size, but when you have the chance, perhaps you and I could meet so that you might interview me.