Who: Gul Dukat [Open to those at the Isis] What: He finds temporary lodgings When: After his graffiti post Where: The Isis Rating: very low Dukat had to admit, rather reluctantly, that Garak was right about him going to a shelter but at least he had found one that welcomed alien species. That had to mean there were others about the galaxy struck on this rather primitive planet, maybe if he was lucky he would find races that he recognized or maybe it best there wasn’t after the double cross he had pulled off. He had after all jumped onto the those considered bad guys’ side with promises of power but of course the way he told it he had done it for the good of his people. He was always so full of those kinds of excuses. But here they had no idea and he wasn’t about to give up any of that sort of information.
The gul had kept his human attire of jeans and long-sleeve shirt to as Garak put ‘blend in’ but he was far from blended in with his ashen reptilian-like flesh and ridges no matter how much he dressed as a human and humans quite keen on not letting him forget that. His pale blue eyes lowered to the address he had written down, noting he didn’t have much to walk. Carefully he shifted his armor that he had set in a sack over his broad shoulders and tracked the rest of the way to the Isis. Finally he had arrived to the place he would be calling home temporarily. He frowned as he stepped forward, giving the door a firm knock.