Star Trek: Terra Alpha

He slid the data rod into the top drawer of his desk without so much as a glimpse at it. "Not at the moment."

"None that are alive," Min replied. "Everyone amasses some skeletons when you reach my age, but you deal with them rather than hiding from it."

He drummed his fingers on the desk, "I'm not saying I'm on board, but if I were to do something I would kill the entire Council and make it looks like a botched infiltration of Narlin Intelligence agents. Cardassia has had our issues with the Narlins for centuries. Outright war a few times. We know ...

He laughed at her, "Because the reverse is that we cannot hope to defeat you. We are only a threat to you if we are united with the Alliance. I'll give you credit madam. You are practically a Cardassian in your commitment of your lie." He filled his glass again with kanar and topped Ophelia's off. "...

Min sat back in his chair and then let out a laugh, "You don't want us allying with the Alliance. That's what this is for you. But, what's to keep you from turning on us once you're done with the Alliance? You might be a fair sight prettier than Weyoun, but you are just alike. No thank you. You may ...

"The elimination of certain key individuals," Min said simply still supremely suspicious.

"You sound like Weyoun," Min said bitterly. He sat down again, and finished off his kanar, filled his glass, and drained it again. "I get the distinct impression I can't say no. "

"Be that as it may," Min started, "I am not a Rumulan, nor am I part of the Obsidian Order. Sneaking around covertly isn't something that comes naturally. I prefer a phaser in my hand directly taking care of a problem." He stood, crossing his arms he stared down at her from her seated position, "And...

"Go?" Min smirked, "No, no, no. Expelling them will only create a potential enemy. The dead do not create future problems." He sighed, "Unfortunately the military doesn't control Cardassia anymore, and the Dutapa Council is nothing more than a bunch of sniveling politicians. They are just as weak as...

"It means," he started as he lifted the kanar to his lips and took a drink, "It means a strong Cardassia where others tremble at the mear mention of our race. It means we aren't concerned about about the affairs of Bajorans, Klingons, humans or anyone else. It means non-Cardassians are purged from o...