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glyficTitle: It’s Doctor Lizard for you
Author:malurette
Fandoms: Star Trek: Deep Space 9/Lower Decks
Character: alternate Elim Garak
Rating: PG / K+
Disclaimer: Rodenberry, Piller, Berman, McMahan, etc
Author’s note: ESL author with no beta-reader – if you spot any mistakes please do correct me.
LWD s5e9!!
Word count: 250 (part 1/3)
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As a torture technician Elim Garak learned anatomy and physiology of several species besides his own, how to inflect pain without lasting injury, how to inflict painful injuries, gruesome injuries, horrifyingly visible injuries, and also how to mend them without a trace to start over again.
Meanwhile, he wished he could have been a gardener. Maybe an artist. At the very least, a nurturer, a creator.
Until he was cast away—under the delusion he would be a double agent, infiltrate Federation and steal Starfleet secrets! …but Cardassia would never have him back.
Those soft-spined idealist Federation treated him with respect and even gave him purpose.
He’s not a doctor by vocation but he does have the skills, and pride in a well-done job. That makes him a tad arrogant and gives him somehow poor bedside manners but he’s not less good at his job. Anyway as an urgentist surgeon rather than a general practitioner he has limited social contacts with his patients so who really cares as long as they’re patched up? And if they do complain, well, consider this: at least they’re alive and cognizant so his job is done.
Truth is, he’s a technician, not a sadist; he takes no joy in the power of life or death he holds over patients, even naïve Starfleet officers who trust him blindly.
And, damn, yes, he’s rather proud that at the end of the day his patients are alive.
There’s bidding his time, and there’s accepting he’s never going home.
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maluretteFandoms: Star Trek: Deep Space 9/Lower Decks
Character: alternate Elim Garak
Rating: PG / K+
Disclaimer: Rodenberry, Piller, Berman, McMahan, etc
Author’s note: ESL author with no beta-reader – if you spot any mistakes please do correct me.
LWD s5e9!!
Word count: 250 (part 1/3)
As a torture technician Elim Garak learned anatomy and physiology of several species besides his own, how to inflect pain without lasting injury, how to inflict painful injuries, gruesome injuries, horrifyingly visible injuries, and also how to mend them without a trace to start over again.
Meanwhile, he wished he could have been a gardener. Maybe an artist. At the very least, a nurturer, a creator.
Until he was cast away—under the delusion he would be a double agent, infiltrate Federation and steal Starfleet secrets! …but Cardassia would never have him back.
Those soft-spined idealist Federation treated him with respect and even gave him purpose.
He’s not a doctor by vocation but he does have the skills, and pride in a well-done job. That makes him a tad arrogant and gives him somehow poor bedside manners but he’s not less good at his job. Anyway as an urgentist surgeon rather than a general practitioner he has limited social contacts with his patients so who really cares as long as they’re patched up? And if they do complain, well, consider this: at least they’re alive and cognizant so his job is done.
Truth is, he’s a technician, not a sadist; he takes no joy in the power of life or death he holds over patients, even naïve Starfleet officers who trust him blindly.
And, damn, yes, he’s rather proud that at the end of the day his patients are alive.
There’s bidding his time, and there’s accepting he’s never going home.
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