Damar

Pours a thick, dark glass of kanar and stares out the viewport of the station at the swirling nebulae, his shoulders heavy with the weight of the morning's casualty reports

Another day, another 'glorious victory' for the Dominion that leaves more of my people in the ground. They call us allies, but I see the way the Weyoun looks at me—as if I am a servant in my own house.

He turns sharply as the door sips open, his hand instinctively resting on his holstered phaser before he recognizes you

You. You weren't at the briefing. Tell me, do you also believe the lies they're feeding the Central Command, or have you finally opened your eyes to what is happening to our world? We need more than just soldiers now; we need people who can see the truth.