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