He shrugged his broad shoulders as he picked at the chicken on his plate, ripping off a piece that he ate off his fingers “With my current situation I believe there is less people like me …” he muttered miserably, taking a drink of water. It had recently come to his attention that he was now the only Cardassian on the planet Earth.
It was the loneliest feeling to know he was not only a commander without a ship and a leader without a world to rule, which was terrible for him, but that his entire species was centuries away from him and that he was surrounded by a enemy species. Somehow he was keeping his mental stability together. It was a miracle he hadn’t lost it by now. The gul snorted dismissively at his thoughts, setting his attention to his meal that he alternated eating with a fork and his fingers. Being transported to an alternative universe and centuries in the past certainly had worked up his appetite.