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"I need to write this, Doctor, and you’re the only person on this station who will understand… Indulge me, if you will; I need you as a witness. A stitch in time…" - Elim Garak
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indigobluerose asked:
I have a theory that Pythas Lok being head of the Obsidian Order after Tain was the reason Garak always seemed to have just -one more favor- he could call in, no matter how many times he implied he'd run out. I think the depth of their friendship was one of their mutual best-kept secrets. Pythas Lok is my favorite thing about ASiT. (I mean, besides Garak himself, obviously!)
I should really go back and read that book again with a more careful eye. I wasn’t really paying attention to Pythas Lok… but there’s more there than I picked up, I think.
Tell me more about Pythas Lok.
Question: Re: What his theory was on how Garak learned to sew.
Andy: Well, you see, that’s actually in one of the very first diaries that I wrote. When he was exiled to Terok Nor, it was such an humiliating experience that they all expected him to fold, because it was really a fall of the mighty. I mean this guy was very high up in the organization, The Obsidian Order, which is probably up there in the government with… what is it? The Central Command, the group which actually runs things. But it’s like say if Bill Clinton was sent to wash out the Men’s washroom. (There’s lot of people who want to send him there.) And they thought that Garak was through. They gave him this little shop and the whole purpose was that he was now going to mend ripped Cardassian soldiers uniforms and he decided to get back at them by being really good at it. So I think he’s totally self taught. There was a while when I thought he was lousy tailor, but now I think he’s probably a great tailor.
Andrew Robinson at a con in 1998–T ‘n’ T’s Star Trek Adventures
Lookit, lookit, ASIT!
an excerpt from an extended letter from one Elim Garak to Dr. Julian Bashir…
…He’s a very good man, this Dr. Parmak; he reminds me of an older version of you, Doctor. But what is once again ironic is that Dr. Parmak was once marginally involved in an illegal political group, and when he was arrested, guess who was responsible for his interrogation? The man is anything but a coward, but his sensitivity is such that all I had to do was stare at him for four hours and he told us everything he knew. He claims that even today he has a hard time looking me in the eye. I have asked his forgiveness, and he has been kind enough to give it. I hope the new Cardassia will have more people like him.
…I [thought about the] Cardassian sense of duty and how it is largely responsible for bringing those of us are left to these current circumstances. I asked Dr. Parmak how an entire people can come under the sway of this duty and blindly give allegiance to a state that goes mad and murders its own children.
“Poisonous pedagogy, Elim,” he replied. “We believe what we are taught.”
- from A Stitch In Time by Andrew J. Robinson; this scene is set shortly after “What We Leave Behind”.
The last time I read through it, I hadn’t seen “Improbable Cause” or “The Die is Cast” in ages; the reference to Dr. Parmak (who is brought up by Tain while reminiscing about the good ol’ days of the Obsidian Order) went right over my head.
Much of the focus of Cardassian education, especially during the early years, consists of exhausting and merciless physical training. The training area on Deep Space 9 always amused me. People struggling by themselves with weights and machines in front of a mirror. The results seem more about strengthening the appearance of the body rather than the fiber of the character.
Elim Karak A Stitch in Time.
"We tend to stay within the limits of our Union."
"Except where resources are involved," Hans said cheerfully, watching carefully for my reaction.
"What would you have us do? Cardassia is not a rich place like Earth. We have to live." I was equally cheerful in my reply.
"Everyone has the right to live, Alardig. But does it have to be at the expense of others?"
"If that’s the competition, so be it. Very often, Hans, the game is about survival."
-Andrew J Robinson, A Stitch in Time
‘Doctor Bashir is with Chief O’Brien. He should return at fifteen hundred hours. Unless it’s an emergency.’
I assured Nurse Jabara that it wasn’t, nodded my thanks, and walked back out to the Promenade. I stood there for a moment, trying to deny that I was upset. This was the umpteenth time I had come to invite the doctor to lunch, only to find that he was already engaged with the Chief. Playing darts. Building models of old wars. Battling ancient enemies in ancient flying machines in some holographic fantasy. Or the latest diversion, listening to the insipid ‘lounge’ music at Vic Fontaine’s. Child’s games. That’s it, I decided, if he wants to have lunch he can damn well ask me.
A Bajoran lout nearly knocked me into the perfume display and continued on his way without so much as a glance back. I controlled my temper and followed him. The Promenade was crowded, and I quietly negotiated the crowd until I made my way directly behind him. I slipped my left foot between his two legs, hooked his right ankle and pushed him hard in the small of his sweaty back with my left hand. He went down like a demolished building, taking two or three innocent pedestrians with him, and I peeled off to Quark’s bar. […]
I sat down at the end of the bar instead of going to my usual place on the second level. I wasn’t sure how long I wanted to stay; I just had to get out of the crowd and a grip on my feelings. I was in a dangerous mood. Ever since that ridiculous holosuite program, I thought. The spy game. Well, of course it’s a game. It’s all a game. But it’s not a holosuite program. And yet, the moment Julian wounded me with his ridiculous weapon, everything changed. I thought it was a magnificent moment. He showed me that he had the spine to play the game as it ought to be played. But why then did he back off? Why couldn’t he go beyond that moment? Why did our relationship end?
oh my god sorry for the wall of text but i’m reading a stitch in time (the ds9 novel that andrew robinson wrote about garak) and it’s fucking incredible. garak (a) got upset that bashir blew him off for o’brien, so he (b) went and tripped some random asshole in the promenade and ran away, then © sat at the bar and fretted about why bashir doesn’t love him anymore. this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me (via skinchanging)
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