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# 1 Stories of GUL Marritza Nador
10-14-2013, 09:31 PM
Started last year, but recently returned and am working on more. If you're bored and up for reading; I hope you enjoy.

THE FOLLOWING ARE EXCERPTS OF MARRITZA NADOR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. WARNING SOME OF THE WRITING IS VERY GRAPHIC/VIOLENT AND SHOULD NOT BE VIEWED IF READER IS EASILLY OFFENDED.


LOWER THAN A CARDASSIAN


On the day of my birth in 2335, the pollution around Lakarian city was unusually heavy and suffocating. It was also the date that my father Gul Devin Ekoor fell in combat to the Federation at Sestis III. The Midwives said it was an omen cursing me with a life of pain and suffering. With the loss of my father, our family fell from prominence into destitution as the military government reclaimed all of his holdings.

After our eviction, my mother brought my siblings and myself to our grandparents Krintar farm to live. The days of my upbringing actually begins here. Early mornings feeding the Toj'Lath and milking the Uralls before the morning meal. We spent ten hours at the local military school and returned to help in the Krintar fields. There was very little time to socialize and play in those days as any spare time was spent digging out the Krintar roots. My sisters and I always looked forward to the end of the growing cycle as my Grandparents would always take us back to Lakarian City and sell wagons of Krintar to the merchants in the capital city. We girls would run around the city shopping or enjoying the
festivities.

My education made a drastic turn in 2347, with exceptional performance evaluations in the fields of memory retention and Advanced Sciences; the military school I was attending transferred my records to Lakarian City's Military Academy and I was removed from my home at the age of twelve to attend the military officers course. At the time, I was the youngest cadet in school history which led to difficulties with the other cadets during my attendance.



TAKEN TO THE ACADEMY



On the day I was taken away from my family, my grandparents stood stoically by as my mother and siblings cried. Two armed Soldiers escorted me away with only the clothing I wore. Five days traveling through the humid desert left my skin burnt and worn like old leather. At times we would stop for meals, but as I hadn't earned the right of a Soldier; I was expected to spend this time finding food and drink which left little time before starting the long trek again. My only meal of the day was the last one before going to sleep. These meals were usually cut pieces of Julbuk Cactus which isn't what one would call a delicacy, but edible.

A couple nights I was able to scrounge onyx beetles and wild Kritnar plants; the Soldiers were kind enough to loan me a pan and spoon to create a field version of Lok'Met stew with the gravy from the Kritnar roots; of course the cost of loaning the utensils was that the Soldiers ate their share first leaving me with the scraps. As we approached the capital city, other groups of candidates with their escorts joined ours until a formation was established. We arrived at the gates of Lakarian City by mid-day on the sixth day and were paraded through the streets of the capital as we marched to the large double doors which led into the military academy.
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# 2
10-14-2013, 09:32 PM
INTRODUCTION TO THE ACADEMY



We stood in front of the elaborate doors, from the shadows of the overhang approached a dark figure carrying a Clud'Jothen with a Jevonite globe at the head with archaic creatures carved down the shaft and ending with a Jevonite spear tip. I am Sol'Lyn claimed the figure You will call me Head Mistress until you have earned the right to whisper my name. You will follow your mistresses for in-processing. As we began moving, the dour figure looked in my direction and pointed the staff You, you will come with me for in-processing.

Two female officers wearing Cardassian uniforms walked up behind me and grabbed my shoulders leading me to the stone faced figure. She led me into a room, there was no light other than a furnace burning in the center of the room. Remove your clothing and toss it in there as her staff pointed to the burning caldron. This moment would be the first and last time I would speak back to a senior officer as I retorted But I won't have anything on Suddenly pain shot through one of my feet as it exploded into a bloody wretch pierced against the floor by the Clud'Jothen. The mistress ripped the staff away and reflex had me pull my foot to my body When one is ordered they do, they don't question.Again the spear struck, the other foot shredding the tissue When ordered, one acts immediately. Now move it.

I quickly undressed and tossed my clothes into the flames. The figure began moving further into the room and I followed her through a second door. Five uniforms lined the wall. These are yours, put them on. At first, I dressed in one of the uniforms and gathered the others together. Placing on the stockings and boots were painful as the clothing stuck to blood, but I did so while keeping my eyes on the staff and her stone expression. Out of nowhere, the globe smacked me in the back of the head knocking me flat on my face and shattering my nose. She lifted the staff again I said put them on, all of them in a stern voice. Not caring about the pain I was in, but more about the next time she'd club me quickly draped the remaining four uniforms on overlapping each other.

The five uniforms were heavy and awkwardly hanging as I was smaller than the average entrants. The Head mistress just stared at me before moving on. I continued to follow her down the hallway with several opened metal doors. Each door had a number and inside each cell furnished a concrete bench with a blanket, a desk and a small glowing ball. This is your room, remember your number it will be yours for the next eight years. If you survive that is.

She continued walking, her Clud'Jothen tapping the floor with every step. Click,click, click, click sounding like a clock as it tapped between each step. She led me into an auditorium with the other students, as we approached the front she pointed to a chair Sit and she continued climbing the steps to the stage. This is your first test, you shall stay alert and stand immediately when a mistress enters the room. There are no second chances, no forgiveness, and certainly no talking. You will stand before a single word is spoken or you will be punished. From there her speech ended and the mistresses filed out of the room behind the leader.

Doors were locked from the outside, the lighting shut off, and the vent systems closed cutting off any air flow that might cool the auditorium. Two hundred children sitting quietly in a dark and scorching room. The fact is that we weren't just children, we were Cardassians. For hours we sat, not one word, not even a cough or loud breath. One of the doors began unlocking and chains pulled from the handles; The group stood up, but the door didn't open. After a few moments everyone returned to their seats. Every several hours this occurred twelve more times, each time no one entered the room. As time passed, heads began to nod, bodies stretching out, and even a few snoring. Without notice the doors burst open from all directions only ten of us stood up in time. The mistresses began yelling and striking those not standing with heavy sticks, pounding the students until massive wounds appeared on their faces and bodies. Those which were snoring had their throats slit by the sharp edge of Jevonite Blades. As I said, no second chances and no reprieve. The head mistress walked in.

The entrants were sprawled throughout the aisles; grasping tight to their wounds. You will now file out and proceed to your quarters, courses begin on Frekson at pre-dawn. You will meet in the field, follow the green line to your formation. Candidates began filing out of the auditorium, gingerly stepping or holding their wounded arms. Mistresses used their boots to shove those who moved too slowly or crawling up the aisles. We had been in the auditorium for some time, but I lost track of time. Certainly we couldn't have been in the area for more than a day, we arrived on Vesma which would give us two days before classes began. The common area was barren with only a green line and orange line leading to somewhere. We knew the green line led to the formation area; The orange line was a mystery we wouldn't learn for a few more days. There was no way to determine time or date; no lights, no windows, no calendars, and no clocks. As we began arriving into the assigned quarters, several of the candidates discovered that they were assigned cells already provided to other candidates. Chaos was breaking out with the older children.

I had been introduced to my cell earlier, so was able to quickly enter ahead of the chaos. I moved into the room and closed the door. As I began pealing off the uniforms in solitude, the sounds of mistresses entering the quarters ordering students into their cells, smacking some with switches for remaining in the hallway or not remembering their numbers. I continued undressing ignoring the screams of pain outside, removing my stockings caused the feet to begin bleeding again. The first foot, I peeled the cloth off slowly and the pain burned deep within the wound; I decided to rip the second off and though it was painful, it receded quickly. The attacks on the older students continued for some time until each cell had an individual candidate. As the groans and the strikes continued, I proceeded in my cell as though nothing was taking place. My uniforms were placed neatly in a drawer of the desk and I laid down on the concrete slab.



THE FIRST DAY SORT OF


The first hours trying to sleep were restless, trying to figure out how to situate the blanket around me and still support my neck. Cardassia is a desert environment and much warmer than the humans, however the drop in temperature from day into evening is so quick that the evenings can become quite chilly at times. I thought I'd have plenty of time to figure it out. I was glad that we had another day to figure things out, but it wasn't long until yelling started again.

Mistresses stormed the various cells; first angry that candidates hadn't stood up promptly upon their entrance, next that we folded our uniforms incorrectly, didn't have this or that properly aligned, blankets weren't folded, we weren't dressed for duty, and finally we were not in formation. Uniforms were thrown in the hallways, blankets, boots, and of course candidates. The snaps of switches striking flesh, the solid clunks of Clubs crushing into the bones of students was horrific at the time. Constant yelps and screeches of unarmed victims sounded through the halls. The clicks of that cursed Clud'Jothan became louder as the head mistress approached. No personal items authorized in the hallways!! and I thought I said formation at pre-dawn on Frekson. I expect everyone in formation by the time I arrive at the field. The stern figure continued stepping through the rubble towards the field.

As the mistresses continued beating the children, we feverishly tried to grab clothing and linen and toss them into our cells. I tossed whatever I could into my room and locked the door before rushing out of the living quarters to beat the head mistress to the field. When I arrived, I was welcomed with several blunt strikes to my head. I was to late. Yet, I was lucky; the other students were unrelentingly being beaten by mistresses to the formation. Many missing items to their issued uniforms.

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# 3
10-14-2013, 09:37 PM
The Spear yielding demon stood on a pedestal like a stone statue as the initiates formed what appeared more like an evacuation center than a military formation. You are all late, I directed you to be in a location at a specific time and you failed to heed my instructions. How can you be expected to fight our enemies and care for those who loyally follow you when you can't complete a simple task as being where you are directed to be? For this failure, we will skip the morning meal and utilize this time getting from one location to another in a timely manner. The head mistress ended her speech and tapped her Clud'Jothan on the pedestal. The junior instructors then led the gaggle on a four hour run which contributed to a missed lunch as well. When we returned to our quarters, it was time to clean the mess we left behind. As I folded and returned the clothing to their appointed drawers, I discovered two additional pairs of boots and a second blanket among the pile.

I approached one of the junior mistresses as she stared coldly in my direction. What recruit? Did you forget your number? I just looked up with a pair of frightened eyes and squeaked out Mistress, I have discovered excess items in my inventory. I was expecting another brow beating, but was shocked at her response. So, it was in your room. Congratulations it is yours now. You can choose to be weak like our enemies or you can become a Cardassian and build your Vesala.

At the end of this day of pain, each student was aware of the day and time. Those who had been disciplined enough to keep track of time before the Academy, drastically reduced the beatings immediately. That evening took so much time returning the living areas back to normal, the mistresses threw packets of field rations onto the center of the room. Those who were paying attention quickly moved and snatched their assigned portion, however I had learned an important lesson from the mistress standing watch over the cleaning. I snatched several rations and quickly squirreled them in my quarters. Unfortunately not every student was able to eat that night.

The next morning, I woke up earlier than what I needed to and followed the mysterious orange line. It led to two double metal doors with a sign; Mess Hall operating hours 2 Klikons to 2 and a half Klikons; All diners must be inside to be served. I was lucky because I was just in time, unfortunately I wasn't able to inform the rest of my class. I entered the room, but became nervous as it only had mistresses and the head mistress eating at a table. The food was lined up on a different table Tapor Eggs, Urall Beef cubes, Gutfish stew, on StodMet (Rice), and Krintar. Urall milk and Kanar. I couldn't believe that Kanar was out in the open.

As I approached the table of food, the mistresses just stared at me. No one raised a club or made a comment. I proceeded to grab a plate and utensils shoving food onto my plate. I also took two glasses one of Kanar and the other milk. Mind you NEVER EVER MIX KANAR AND URALL MILK another lesson learned. I found a table away from the mistresses and stuffed my face like a rabid vole. My first drink of Kanar left me coughing hard as the burn went deep into my bones. The mistresses all laughed, Never trust an officer that can't hold their Kanarvoiced one of the more senior mistresses. After that first sip, I kept coughing but tried to hold it in the best I could.

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10-14-2013, 10:29 PM
PAYING THE PIPER

I had finished my breakfast without incident and once I was out of the view of the mistresses, skipped back to the student living area with a full belly. When I arrived, a few of the other students were already awake eating rations. One of the girls looked up as I was entering and grumbled Where have you been? as I passed her and the group; I smiled replying Following the Orange Line which drew the attention of everyone as they stopped eating their rations. The girl stood up and approached me SO so what I replied. The girl walked closer and leaned close to my face So, Where does it lead? I leaned back closer to her so our noses touched Are you asking me for a favor? the older children knew about the process of Vesala (garnering of favors to gain influence and power), but weren't disciplined in the practice. The girl nudged her forehead against mine in an aggressive act I do not ask for favors, I demand answers for I am Cardassian I kneed her between the legs which dropped her to her knees; I am not so easily interrogated, I am a Cardassian. I knew that I couldn't win in a fight against this girl. I refused to allow any in the group to believe that though, and walked past them towards to formation grounds. As I passed the group, one of the guys stated he smelled the aroma of Kanar; I ignored him and kept walking.



(more will be coming)

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# 5
10-15-2013, 12:17 AM
nice work... do you plan to do this in to foundry episode(s)?
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10-15-2013, 12:26 AM
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nice work... do you plan to do this in to foundry episode(s)?
I could try. Not sure how to make this work though (you get your rear end pounded until you learn discipline and start acting like a real Cardassian) introduction. This story will be a few more pages of the Academy and then going into military operations. The military career would be more fitting for Foundry, so maybe those experiences.

I'm working on a few things Cardassian right now

From the Ashes 1: is almost ready; this one is immediately after the Dominion War no fighting, but introducing the characters that you'll deal with. Follow on missions will deal with fighting, mysteries, corruption, etc.
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10-15-2013, 12:28 AM
sounds really interesting ... and this story is really good
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10-15-2013, 12:56 AM
I stood confidently at the formation ground as the mistresses began to gather, there were still students being kicked and clubbed as they attempted to dress on their way to formation. The shadow of the head mistress loomed over the field from the podium, silently standing with venomous eyes upon the young gaggle. Finally, the amateur formation was settled and the shadow stepped forward Finally, someone took the initiative in finding the mess hall, everyone has been here for a week and not one attempted it. What a revelation that was, our time was so skewed after spending three days in the auditorium. The head mistress slowly stalked her way towards me and stopped close enough to reveal a hairy mole on the right side of her cheek. Did you enjoy your breakfast? It looked like a full plate from where I was sitting. She sniffed for a moment, I smell Kanar. She began pacing in front of the formation, Someone in this group has been drinking Kanar while on duty. This person has failed to obey military protocol and has risking the lives of those in her command. I could feel the eyes of 200 boring through the back of my head; So, we shall prove that this individual is fit for duty by running another four hours.

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10-15-2013, 01:06 AM
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sounds really interesting ... and this story is really good
I'm glad you like it. *Bows*
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10-15-2013, 01:50 PM
At first, I was able to keep up with the run and stayed within the gaggle of a running formation although I had eaten a heavy breakfast and suffered my first Zendonzas (hangovers to humans). The second hour wasn't as successful for me, as the mixture of Urall milk and Kanar forced most of what I'd eaten back up. I slumped over on the side of the path in cramps and heaves as the group passed by. The senior mistress passed and commented Never trust an officer that can't hold their Kanar. I forced myself upright and began running again, but was unable to keep up with the fast pace of the formation.

When I completed the run, the other students had just been released and I suffered a gauntlet of shoulder bumps and threatening murmurs. This would be the most trying time for me, a twelve year old serving in the ranks of sixteen and seventeen year olds. After stretching from the run, I headed to the showers to wash all of the Zendo (vomit) from my face and uniform. As I was washing off the mess, a mistress entered the shower area which brought me to full attention, naked and a filthy uniform in a pool of draining water mixed with Zendo. The mistress stepped closer to me and informed me that the head mistress has ordered me to report to her immediately upon completion of my shower. The one thing more frightening than flying a Groumel transport and encountering a Borg Cube was presenting ones self before Head Mistress Sol'Lyn.

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