This is my attempt at addressing one of the most ignored periods in recent Cardassian history, the Revolution of 2372. It was destroyed by the Klingon War and by the actions of one Skrain Dukat. This then, is the story of Cardassia's forgotten revolution... Ten Days on Cardassia. Prologue: An Execution How did it come to this? It was hardly a unique question, being one that was asked by all sentient beings at one point in their lives or another, but for him it held a special poignancy. He looked around him at the great state hall of the Union, at the great symbol of the once mighty Union, the Galor. He saw all the others around him those who had been at the very start, those who had made history and changed Cardassia forever, he saw them and took their measure. Some were scared with eyes darting back and forth, sweat gleaming on their foreheads and neck ridges; others schemed and looked for a way out. The final group stood defiant and proud as befitted the few military officers who opposed the Traitor. Then he saw them enter the Hall and the hate filled him, consuming his very being. There they stood, the Traitor and his new allies. The soldiers he saw first and he recognised their sort from his time serving the Union, mere brutes that followed orders without question and yet saw themselves as the superior beings. Yet these did not serve the Traitor, not by a long shot; they served the new rulers of Cardassia. The grey skin should have been comforting to him but the spines that surrounded those harsh rocky faces spoke only of death and pain to all who stood against them. And death is all Cardassia will have at the end,he thought, stunning himself with the honest truth of that statement. But before he could speak up and warn the others about their doom, the Traitor spoke, his infamous smirk ever on his face. “Gentlemen,” he purred, “you have been tried by a Cardassian court and found guilty of high treason against the State. This carries a penalty of death which will be carried out--” Before he could finish, one of the guls interrupted him. “Don’t make me laugh, Skrain! No true citizen of the Union will ever recognise your puppet government or your murdering lickspittles! You should be on trial, Dukat, for selling our beloved Union to these scum you call our allies!” As the cheers rang out across the hall he saw the odd Terran with the strange ears turn to the Traitor with a smile on his lips and mutter something. The Traitor glared at the crowd, his usual urbane mask slipping into a cold look of fury. “ENOUGH!” roared the Traitor, sweeping his hand across his chest. “You have failed Cardassia and I will do what is right for our people--starting with your deaths!” The condemned man looked behind the Traitor where he saw several Cardassians in uniform. Some he recognised as the usual bootlickers, but one interested him for he did not hold himself as the others did. This one, a glinn by his rank, looked either to the floor or at the back of the Traitor's neck, never looking at the line of his fellow Cardassians before him. And he looks drunk, guessed the soon to be ex-Cardassian. I think not all of the Traitor’s men agree with what he has done. Unfortunately he would never get the chance to pursue that train of thought because the aliens raised their rifles to shoulder height and the vile Traitor spoke the last words that the Councilman would ever hear. “READY, AIM...” The Traitor paused enjoying his moment of triumph, gloating over his final victory. Then he spoke the last word, which would seal the fate of Cardassia. “FIRE!” As he heard that word the loyal son of Cardassia could think of only two things: firstly that at least the Old Man was not here to see this and that there was just one question that would forever go unanswered. How did it come to this?