Star Trek: Deep Space 9 | Michael Westmore’s Aliens | Cardassians
She saw him walking her direction from across the promenade. The easy choice would have been to turn around and walk away but each step he took, she felt the fire in her belly grow higher. This man, this shining example of a 'good Cardassian' made her skin crawl. He stood against everything she had ever stood for and now, here he was- continuing to stride about DS9 as though he owned it. As he grew closer, she drew up to her full height and addressed him as contemptuously as she could. 'Skrain.'