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This file is background information regarding [[Lo'ren T'Vof]]. Refer to her main profile for current information regarding her status in Starfleet. The following stories are recollections given by Lo'ren and her parents at various times.
This file is background information regarding [[Lo'ren T'Vof]]. Refer to her main profile for current information regarding her status in Starfleet. The following stories are recollections given by Lo'ren and her parents at various times.
All the following material are the intellectual property of [[LoriChickadee|Lori Winterhoff]].
==Ari Sia of Bajor and Dr. Tarven of Vulcan==
==Ari Sia of Bajor and Dr. Tarven of Vulcan==
===Ari Sia in the Mines===
===Ari Sia in the Mines===
[[Image:Ari_sia.jpg|thumb|right|Ari Sia of Bajor]]
[[Image:Ari_sia.jpg|thumb|right|Ari Sia of Bajor]]


"Keep working!" Glinn Demak yelled at their backs as he stalked the line. Ari Sia swung her tool at the tunnel wall again and again. The Cardassian was fuming, the quota had not been met for weeks and the Legates from Cardassian Central Command were badgering him.
"Keep working!" Glinn Demar yelled at their backs as he stalked the line. Ari Sia swung her tool at the tunnel wall again and again. The Cardassian was fuming, the quota had not been met for weeks and the Guls on Terok Nor were badgering him.


Demak glared at the Bajoran workers, seeming to make it their fault that the dilithium was not coming. Sia knew - just as well as he did - that this mine was now dry, but Central Command didn't care about that. They wouldn't let the work stop long enough to find a new deposit, that would give the Bajorans time to start a revolt.
Demar glared at the Bajoran workers, seeming to make it their fault that the dilithium was not coming. Sia knew - just as well as he did - that this mine was now dry, but Terok Nor didn't care about that. They wouldn't let the work stop long enough to find a new deposit, that would give the Bajorans time to start a revolt.


The officer marched along the line, slowing behind Elis Tam. Tam stumbled and Demak's face warped into a sneer that could only be described as evil. Ari Sia watched the weapon go up. She couldn't stand to watch another beating and do nothing.
The officer marched along the line, slowing behind Elis Tam. Tam stumbled and Demar's face warped into a sneer that could only be dexcribed as evil. Ari Sia watched the weapon go up. She couldn't stand to watch another beating and do nothing.


"NO!"
"NO!"


Demak stopped with his arm high above his head, startled. In the intervening lull - with the whole work team watching - Ari Sia placed herself between the Cardassian and Elis Tam, pushing her work mate well away.
Demar stopped, startled. In the intervening lull - with the whole work team watching - Ari Sia placed herself between the Cardassian and Elis Tam.


Demak locked eyes with her. "Move." That one word, hissed as it was, was as menacing at it could get. She trembled, but she held her ground. His eyes flashed fire as he screamed at her defiance.
Demar locked eyes with her "Move." That one word was as menacing at it could get. She trembled, but she held her ground. His eyes flashed fire as he screamed at her defiance.


Demak resumed his swing, adjusting the trajectory of his weapon. Sia heard, but somehow didn't feel, her knee blowing out and her leg shattering. Blow after blow rained down, pulverising her leg and cracking ribs. Just as she blacked out after a blow to the head she saw a Gul come around the corner and catch the weapon in mid-swing.
Demar continued his swing, adjusting the trajectory of his weapon. Sia heared, but somehow didn't feel, her knee blowing out and her leg shattering. Blow after blow rained down, pulverising her leg and cracking ribs. Just as she blacked out after a blow to the head she saw a Gul come around the corner and catch the weapon in mid-swing.


===Dr. Tarven the Medic===
===Dr. Tarven the Medic===
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She only drifted off to sleep herself when his breathing was deep and even in sleep.
She only drifted off to sleep herself when his breathing was deep and even in sleep.
==Working under the Cardassians.==
===Starting with a New Supervisor.===
Her nose itched, the ridges itched terribly and now there was a bead of sweat running down her cheek. She dared not fidget though. The new snakey would catch her in the act and cuff her good. Like the others in the group she moved nary a muscle, but stared at nothing while Glinn Hesth paced in front of them.
“You are children, and I, a celebrated veteran have been assigned,” He spat out the words at them, “to keep guard over you.” He stopped in front of Lo'ren and sneered. “The half-breed.”
He grabbed her roughly by the arm and dragged her to front and centre before the remaining 11 children. He spun her around, “This one is smaller than the rest of you. She is not Bajoran, but she is here with you. Why? Because her species is superior to yours. Bajorans are nothing! This half-breed is two years your junior and still has the capacity to work as you do.”
Hesth shoved her and she squawked as she felt to the ground. Hesth laughed at her distress as she whimpered, her knees bleeding from the stones that had cut into her knees at the impact. Shoving her with a boot, Hesth ordered her up. “Stand half-breed. You are not exempt from that because you scrape your itsy bitsy little knees.” His disdain for his position curdled the air around him as he smirked at her.
Lo'ren wobbled to her feet and tried to still her sniffles, green smearing her legs. Hesth looked over the line of Bajoran 6 year olds and back at the 4 year old half Vulcan child. He chuckled menacingly. He knew he was under orders not to purposely injure the child. The off-world medics were watched and catered to – to a degree. Instead Hesth vowed to break her spirit.
He menaced the group, saying “Each of you will come and spit on this half-breed. Her people are arrogant and you will teach her a lesson. She is worthless – even to you.” Hesth hefted his disruptor, making clear his intentions should any of them refuse.
The silence was palpable and as each child came before Lo'ren, they exchanged a look that seemed to say, “I'm sorry.”
Tears brimmed over as she stood there, spittle glistening on her cheeks. She understood enough to know that Hesth would beat her if she moved her hand to wipe away the muck. As it was, her knees throbbed and she could barely stand. ~Mama. Mama.~ Lo'ren trembled as she cried inside, wishing for her mother to be able to rock her.
Eshen Joser was the last. He stopped in front of her, and instead of spitting on her as haad every other of them, Joser reached out with a sleeve and wiped her face clean. Lo'ren, shocked did nothing but blink back with her mouth open in mute reply.
She felt the disruptor blast wizz past and the concussion as it hit Joser, spraying her with crimson blood before disintegrating the boy at the molecular level. She screamed.
===Another Day of Pain.===
''Warning: The following scene may offend some readers. Discretion advised.''
The ugly, slimy Cardassian was right in her face. His breath stank of kanaar and Lo'ren fought against wrinkling her nose, knowing it would only bring her worse than what she would receive otherwise.
"You know... I like you girly." His words were slurred as he drew her closer, roughly handling her in all the wrong ways. Lo'ren continued to stare at the floor. She deserved her treatment and he would exact what he wanted. Lo'ren had learned not to fight when Tark called her to his rooms.
"It's your ears, they're so... exotic." He chuckled as he tugged on one, trying to get a reaction from his little subject. Lo'ren made no move, knowing that her heritage, that she was at fault in this.
She spoke blandly, no emotion colouring her words - either with fear, disgust or acceptance. "Yes, Gul Tark. I am too tempting because I am different." She spouted the words that had been brain washed into her for several months.
He punched her in the side of the head for that. "You didn't have permission to speak!" he growled at her as he spun her around. He held her by the neck as he prepared to meet out her punishment. Bile began to rise in her throat but the 7 year old girl swallowed it before it came up. ~Dear Prophets, it's my fault.~ Her mind shut down as Tark started into what he felt was his right.


==Lo'ren Scar==
==Lo'ren Scar==
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As Lo'ren drifted off, she heared her parents talking about her bandages and the scar that would be left. Lo'ren could feel those bandages pulling at her skin from her hand all the way up her left arm to her temple.
As Lo'ren drifted off, she heared her parents talking about her bandages and the scar that would be left. Lo'ren could feel those bandages pulling at her skin from her hand all the way up her left arm to her temple.
==Starfleet has Arrived==
===Something Strange About to happpen===
Lo’ren was running in the dusty flat space between the houses. It wasn’t fit to be called a road, but it was the main thoroughfare in the camp and was loosely regarded as “Main Street”. It was a strange thing to be outside and not have to avoid the scowling Cardassians. There were a few brave Paghs who were out like Lo’ren, though most were more cautious than she.
Lo’ren flitted about in a perfect imitation of her mother’s nickname for her – Little Bird. Occasionally, another child would come up and they would play for a few minutes before the child’s parents would come and drag them back inside, worried that somehow the Snakeskins would be back and take them all away. Set them to work again.
Lo’ren’s parents had no such qualms. Her father didn’t have much in the way of communications systems but he did know how to rig up a medical scanner to sound the alarm if there were any life signs other than Bajoran – he had input his own and Lo’ren’s life signs individually to eliminate them from the scanner.
Now Lo’ren was free to roam and explore in the way a child ought to be allowed. She was twirling in the middle of the open area when she felt something very strange that could only mean the Snakeskins were coming back. She stopped her playful spin and ran headlong into one of the few bushes able to conceal her properly and watched. She could still feel the ozone feeling crawling on her skin.
Lo’ren blinked. She rubbed her eyes. She stared. This was no Snakeskinned Cardassian back to harass the Bajorans, but she didn’t know who it was.
===Lt. Larson===
Eric Larson looked around. ~Another dismal camp. Bleak and dusty – those Cardassians really did a number on this poor planet.~
He spotted Aresh down the way and nodded, keeping the silence required by their training. Eric would have felt better if they`d been allowed phaser rifles, but the big wigs didn`t want to scare the Bajoran people. The only reason Eric and his team had any kind of weapon was the anomalous readings of two Vulcans on the planet – and one of them was hazy at that.
He tapped into the comm system, “This is Lt. Larson, report in.” He heard the momentary chatter over the open comm as his team checked in – all reporting no activity. Just then he felt a tug at his pant leg. Lieutenant Eric Larson looked down into the quizzical eyes of a Bajoran child, but there was something odd about the slight figure staring up at him with large green eyes. ~Upswept eyebrows? On a Bajoran?~ He stared, taken aback by the exotic combination.
“Hello, who are you?” The child chirruped at him, both cautious and buoyant in her speech.
===Contact and Meeting===
Lo`ren watched for a couple of seconds. This “Lyoo-ten-ent Lar-son” sounded friendly enough. She exited her hiding spot and quietly came up beside him. He didn`t take any notice of her and so she tugged at his pant leg as she stared up at him. ~He looks like Father – but he doesn`t have ears like father.~
When he looked down at her she almost didn`t say anything, but then she realized that she had been the one to tug at his leg.
“Hello, who are you?” She kept her voice clear and happy, not letting him know how frightened she truly was.
Eric Larson knelt down next to Lo`ren and stared at her. Lo`ren started to squirm. Then he smiled and in awkward Bajoran said, “I`m Eric Larson. I`m from Starfleet. Can you take me to see your parents?”
Lo`ren looked at him, she had heard her father mention Starfleet once or twice in her life. She wasn`t sure if they were helpful or not but she figured Father would know what to do. She nodded and tugged his hand so that he would follow. Lo`ren took off running, but then remembered herself and waited for Eric Larson.
The man in the gold uniform got up and followed her, she set out again at a slower pace. She hadn`t even reached the Medic`s Hut – they lived behind it in a small two room house – when Father came out and looked at her quizzically. “Daughter? Who is now in the village?” At that moment Tarven of Vulcan saw the officer strolling up.
“Greetings Lieutenant, I am Doctor Tarven of Vulcan. May I assume your presence means the Cardassians have given up all claims to the Bajoran system?”


==Introduction to the Conservatory==
==Introduction to the Conservatory==
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