Who: Gul Dukat & Gwen Cooper
What: Alien meets Torchwood’s Welsh Beauty
When: Late Afternoon; Before his Graffiti Post
Where: Street
Rating: TBD

He had just finished a filling feast of Bajoran and Cardassian dishes and was heading back to his quarters to enjoy some much needed sleep. However, when he stepped through the door way he wasn’t in his room but a dirty alleyway. Swiftly he turned back to go back the way he came, only to find his door replaced by a brick wall. The Cardassian angrily brought his fists down on the wall, realizing at once he wasn’t on Cardassia but blasted Earth. “No!” “You can’t do this to me! I am Gul Dukat!!” He screamed striking the bricks, looking quite like a madman yelling and trying to take part a brick wall. To say Dukat was unhappy would be like saying he was only slightly egocentric, when everybody knew arrogance was his middle name. But here he was back in Los Angeles just when he had settled into his role as Cardassia’s new leader and the war was going their way! This was just cruelty! Those Powers, he had decided, was sadists and no doubt somehow connected to the Prophets. ‘This is probably punishment’ he thought miserably to himself ‘they are probably having a good laugh about this in the Celestial Temple.’

When the futility of his situation finally set in did he relent his frustrated attack on the wall. He exhaled a deep breath as he let his nimble hand to rub his raven tresses back into place, his thoughts centering on what to do now. He was definitely going to need the basics of survival that included food, water and shelter and his mind instantly when to Welcome Center. Knowing Cathy, the kind soul she was, she still had a room ready for him. He was going to have to search out for the place and luckily he had a fantastic memory to remember the address. So he set out to find home but he hadn’t gone far when he bumped into a dark-haired beauty of a familiar organization to the Cardassian.