#kashir

وطن چُھ دل قرار مٟی٘ه، وطن چُھ بآلیار مٟی٘ه

Homeland, my heart's contentment. Homeland, my dearest friend.

He’s got commander’s rank markings but wears red instead of gold. His hand extends. “Commander Jack Ransom. Pleased to meet you. We’re in someplace called —”

“The couplet space-time gathering room.” Una tries not to roll her eyes. “I listened on the tour. Do you have any idea how it works?”

“None whatsoever!” Jack is perky despite their situation, and Una exhales slowly, doesn’t want her frustration to leak out before they can maybe get some answers about why they’ve been brought here.

The room is like a nightclub — loud with couples at tables and on the dance floor, only the whole place is brightly lit with views of what looks like the Sol system.

“Well, I’m Lieutenant Commander Una Chin-Riley.” Una shakes Jack’s hand. “We may as well try to work together to determine what’s going on.”

At a far table, a doctor’s hand rests on the hand of the Bajoran woman sitting next to him.

“How long do you think it will take them to figure it out?” Julian asks Nerys.

She smiles. “Fastest I’ve ever seen is the Andorian and the red-headed Ensign. I give it a few days.”

Julian raises his glass. “To everything there is a season.”

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓼' 𝓒𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷

I'm glad, cause I've been perfectly able to draw Kassjen from the first book I wrote. He exactly look line the first time I imagined him, as the head of the Rebels, fighting the angels. Short hair and military look.

أچھن ٟہندِ گاشهِ كوُتا كال پرارے؟

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ژِ چھكَھ صُبحُهُ كالكهِ درُودُك سروٗد

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