This is my first story I've ever written up and consequently the first I've posted. Please note I have a very strange, weird, loony and an odd imagination so some things may not always make sense to others even if they make sense to me (which is not always evident). This story starts in series 1 between the episodes 'Dramatis Personae' and 'Duet'.

I am dyslexic so it may take me a while to update the story as I have a lot of difficulty typing and spelling, but please do read, enjoy and review.

P.s. I write for fun and get no profit from this.

(By the way Nat'sura is pronounced Na-shu-ra if anyone is interested)

I have also recently done some edditing based on the reveiws I've gotten but the special thanks goes to Risingember

Chapter 1: An Unknown Assignment

The USS Phoenix docked at DS9 after a 6 month assignment and was now offloading officers awaiting re-assignment. Amongst these officers a Lieutenant stepped off and took a deep breath. She shivered slightly at the cool air of the station.

'Another cold station,' the Cardassian thought. She headed towards her temporary quarters with her light luggage, knowing that it would be a few days before she was re-assigned, and a couple of days of rest and relaxation was much welcome, as she hadn't had a day off for 6 months, much like the rest of her crew.

She clearly stated her name and clearance code to enter her temporary quarters. These were quite small but sufficient; it wasn't like she was going to be there for more than two or three days, although she didn't know where her next assignment was going to be. Whilst musing on this thought, she requested some light music and unpacked her bag, neatly placing a spare gold uniform on the chair near her bed.

"ARE THEY INSANE? HOW DID THEY LET THAT…THAT THING IN STARFLEET! AND HOW DO THEY HAVE THE NERVE TO ASSIGN IT HERE?" the Major was very loud when it came to vocalising her concerns and dislikes. Outside the Commander's office, the Ops personnel were silent, listening to the clear, concise and loud argument between Major Kira and Commander Sisko. It had originally just been the Major shouting, but the Commander had learned that sometimes he had to shout back at her to get his side across.

"LIEUTENTANT NAT'SURA IS A STARFLEET OFFICER AND WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT, SHE HAS BEEN ASSIGNED HERE AS OUR COMMUNICATIONAL ENGINEERING OFFICER TO TAKE UP HEAD OF COMMUNICATIONS. SHE IS THE ONE OF THE BEST AVAILABLE IN HER FIELD WITH DECODING COVERT, SUSPICIOUS MESSAGES AND INTERPRETING LANGUAGES. SHE ALSO CAN HELP US FIND A WAY TO COMMUNICATE THROUGH THE WORMHOLE, SO THIS STATION CAN KEEP IN CONTACT WITH SHIPS THERE AS NESSASARY." Arguments between the Commander and the Major were not uncommon but this particular argument was louder, a lot louder than usual. Meanwhile Doctor Bashir and a medical technician stepped off the turbo lift.

"I heard they were having their loudest argument yet," he said to Chief O'Brien as he looked around Ops noticing how quiet it was.

"Yeah, the Major seems to be having some objections to our new officer. I think it's a Lieutenant Nat'sura, if I heard correctly.

I've heard about her" the technician mentioned "The Major's got a..um… slight problem with her. She's a Cardassian."

"Really?" the Doctor sounded interested.

The technician added "That's all I know about her tho…" he was cut off by the door to the Commander's office opening.

"FINE! HAVE IT YOUR WAY! BUT SHE'S NEVER GOING TO BE WELCOME HERE!"

And with that, the Major stormed over to her station. There was a heavy silence as everyone looked between her and the Commander, who was now standing outside his office doors. He took a deep breath and looked around.

"As you were." he ordered.

Having organised her belongings, the Lieutenant decided to explore the promenade and see what it had to offer. Compared to the other assignments she had served, this was a contrast. It was noisy, colourful and crowded – filled with traders and a wide variety of shop, definitely different from where she had grown up. Passing a tailoring business, she overheard a group talking of a Quark's bar; they were loudly discussing a program to use on the holo suites that were available there. It didn't take her long to find the bar, as it was probably the biggest establishment on the promenade, and perhaps the station, apart from Starfleet of course.

As she entered she felt a number of people fix their eyes on her. She was aware of being an odd sight after all, so she expected this attention. Most people, having observed her, quickly resumed their prior conversations, except for a few who studied her closely as she made her way to an empty and isolated seat at the bar.

The owner of the establishment, Quark, and his slightly foolish brother Rom, were bickering again, just as they had always done since childhood.

"Rom? Did you get the Yamok sauce from the store room like I asked you to?"

"Uh…uh, no, not yet."

"You idiot, go get it now." The Ferengi turned to his brother and noticed, with some interest, at the end of the bar the Lieutenant who had come in.

"Hey Rom," he said to his brother, "Turn around and tell me if you see what I see?"

"That depends. What are you looking at?"

"End of the bar, Gold uniform."

"Oh yeah, I see her."

"A Cardassian in a Starfleet uniform," Quark mused, "isn't something you see everyday now…" Quark noticed that his brother hadn't moved, and not so gently nudged him.

"What are you still doing here you idiot? You're supposed to be getting that Yamok sauce."

"Oh."

Rom moved off quickly as Quark approached the Lieutenant in a pleasant mood.

"A drink, my dear? How about a nice glass of Kanar, or perhaps some Rokassa juice? I can usually tell what people like to order."

She turned to him somewhat amused.

"I don't intend to be rude but I have never heard of either of those … drinks?"

"You don't say?" said the confused Ferengi, "Forgive me… Lieutenant, but these are drinks from your people."

She looked oddly at the bartender for a couple of seconds, before a look of realisation came over her expression.

"Ah, I see. I'm sorry but I wouldn't really know. I wasn't raised on Cardassia, or even in Cardassian territory. I haven't even been there since I was about four or so I'm told."

To Quark she was still like her people as she obviously enjoyed a good conversation.

"No? Tell me then, where were you raised, if not on Cardassia?" he asked engaging in such an interesting discussion. She looked at him with a smile.

"I don't think you'd believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

"Vulcan."

"Vulcan?"

"Told you."

"Yeah, you did, didn't you." The Ferengi was clearly surprised. "You were raised on Vulcan? No wonder you don't know such things, they don't approve of alcoholic beverages on Vulcan do they?"

"No, but they did always respect that I have different roots. Thinking about it, had I the choice on where I could grow up, I would have chosen Vulcan any way. Although Earth is a good place, but there's still a lot of prejudice amongst humans as you might know."

Quark agreed with her statement. He had often observed human prejudice in his bar. Overindulgence commonly brought out the worst in people.

"Do you want a drink?" he asked in his capacity as a bartender.

"Yes…how about an Earth traditional style lemonade." she said, then added, "By the way what do I call you?"

"Quark, I'm the owner of this establishment, and you?" She began to reply, but was interrupted by an unexpected and sudden bleep from her commbadge.

"Commander Sisko to Lieutenant Nat'sura, report to my office immediately."

"On my way Sir." She replied promptly. However, before leaving, she turned to Quark, "I'm Lieutenant Anaya Nat'sura. How about I come for my lemonade later?"

"I'll have it waiting." Quark assured her. As he watched her make her way out, he muttered to himself, 'that's definitely not a Cardassian name'.