Yoro'clis slowly walked back and forth in his bedroom, looking around the room. He had barely spent any time in his quarters in the past, not needing sleep. He noted that there were a few drawers with extra Dominion uniforms, an unused bed with yellow sheets, and a few other random things lying around. The Elder was not focused on what was actually around him forever. He wanted a place that was private and quiet so that he would be able to think, and this would be more than adequate.
The Elder was questioning two things; what his place on the station was and why he was on the station. For seventeen years he had been a soldier serving on planets and bases, following orders and doing what he had been told. There had always been an order of things and a simple code of honor to follow. In the Dominion, he had not had much freedom but things had been simple. He had acted in the service of the Founders, reporting to the Vorta and ensuring the discipline of Jem’hadar ranked below him. That had simply been the order of things.
This placement confused him, however, as there was a completely new order of things. Instead of serving as a first with all of the duties and responsibilities that went with it, he was serving as a lieutenant commander. This meant more power, more responsibility, more bureaucracy, and more independence. Perhaps it was a good thing, Yoro’clis did not know what to make of it. Starfleet was simply different from the Dominion.
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