When I was seven years old, I was given a piece of sugar candy. And I was led by a Cardassian into a room where my father was sitting. And he looked at me with eyes I’d never seen.

The Cardassian began to ask him questions. And during the next two hours - as I was forced to watch - my father was tortured until he died. And I remember feeling…so ashamed of him as he begged for mercy. I was ashamed of him for being weak. I was ashamed of being Bajoran.

Later I began to understand how misguided those feelings were, and…and yet somehow, they have remained a part of me. I don’t want to be ashamed of my heritage any longer, Captain. I serve the Federation. But I am Bajoran. A Starfleet admiral presented me with an opportunity to help my people in their fight against the Cardassians. I had to accept it. 

5.03 | Ensign Ro

Picard: There’s a lot you can learn from Starfleet, Ensign.
Ro: I always thought Starfleet could learn a lot from me, Captain.
Picard: That is an attitude I’ve found to be common among the best officers I’ve served with. You are not one of those officers, Ensign, but you might be someday. If you decide to work at it.
Ro: An interesting challenge, sir. And I rarely refuse an interesting challenge.

5.03 | Ensign Ro

TNG has some great lady friendships. I feel like these two are the anti-Troi and Crusher. Deanna and Beverly totally go for pedicures and talk about their sex lives and get the 24th-century equivalent of botox on their days off. Ensign Ro and Guinan probably just have a few stiff drinks and talk about things they’re not proud of in a poorly-lit corner of Ten Forward.