BEST VOY JANEWAY-FEMALE STORY
Title: I HATE MEN!
Author: Saklani (rmkent@ucdavis.edu)
Codes: Seska/Kira, Seska/Janeway
Series: VOY/DS9
Rating: PG
Beta: QsMistress and Rich THANKS TO YOU BOTH!
Summary: Seska bitches about men and talks about who really interests her.
Disclaimer: Paraborg owns the characters, but they cannot control my imagination. I share these with you for the fun, not for money. Therefore, Paraborg shouldn't care in the least.
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Author's Notes: HEE HEE HEE I think that says it all.
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I hate men! I can't abide them even now and then! Then have to marry one of them, I'd rest a virgin rather, For, husbands are a boring lot and only bring you bother. Of course, I must be glad that mother had to marry father, But, I HATE MEN!
I never thought I would sink so low as to quote ancient Terran song writers, but this song completely echoes my feelings-
I HATE MEN!
Arrogance, thy name is male. What is it about males that makes them so prone to self-adulation? Strutting Dukat, overconfident Tain, reduced-to-tailor Garak, idiotic Paris, this fine example of Kazon trash who is now my husband, even Chakotay- all of them suffer from an over-abundance of ego.
And for what? Do they really think themselves so intelligent, so sexy, so wonderful? UGH! Are they really so blind to their own defects? I have yet to meet one who could interest me even for a split second.
Certainly, I told Chakotay I love him, and I am sure his ego will flatter him and say I do. But come on, how could I possibly love so bumbling a fool? His little Maquis group contained two traitors, and he never suspected either. But, all Terran men seem similarly afflicted.
Not that Cardassian men are any better. What an exaggerated sense of their own attractiveness they possess! As if their own appetites proved that they are sexual Gods. Oh, the things I have endured just by being around them! If the Occupation had not ended, I would have killed Dukat for his endless posturing. Did he really think those Bajoran women actually wanted him? I suppose his libido blinded him to everything, including the fact we were losing our hold on the planet.
MEN! I HATE THEM!
In all the universe, I have met only two people who I found worthy of my respect. Perhaps, even of my attention. Neither of them are male. For that matter, they are not Cardassian either.
Oh, I love Cardassia above all else, and I swear to serve her faithfully till I die. But...none of her people interest me. Her men are, well...men. And the majority of the women lack the fire, the strength necessary to be attractive.
Strange that among my enemies I find the best of women...
The first woman I saw only once, but she made quite an impression. It was during the Occupation, just before we lost the planet. There was heavy fighting between our forces and the Resistance. During one of these battles, I saw her. She belonged to the Shakaar Resistance cell, and I think her name was Kiru. Something like that...
Our forces held the superior position. We stood on top of a small hill and fired down into the Bajorans. Nobody could ascend that hill without being cut down. I remember thinking this victory would be too easy. Then, one of the Bajorans gave a terrible battle cry and charged. The move seemed tactically stupid, a sure way to get her fellows killed. Impressed by her courage, the other Bajorans followed her up. She made the top and despite heavy casualties, a great number of her fellows did too. They drove us back, killing the majority of our force. I fled into the hills. I glanced back once and saw her pursuing one of my group's leaders. She caught up with him and casually broke his neck. He stood no chance against her. She looked fiercely in my direction, and I tasted my first real fear. I felt something else, too. I managed to escape somehow.
When I finally found a moment to reflect on the attack, I marveled that anyone followed her up that hill. There was little chance of survival, but they did it anyway. While thinking it over, I realized that had I been a Bajoran, I would have gone up after her too. She made that much of an impression.
OH, she was magnificent! Slender, but tall and strong. Her red hair sparked in the midday sun. Her eyes gleamed with an undying determination and passion. A women truly worthy of admiration.
I get chills just thinking about her. Such a shame that she belongs to an inferior race. Seems to be a failing of mine because the other woman I admire is a Terran.
The only thing I hate as much as males is the Federation. The harness they force us to wear chafes Cardassia's pride. How can such puny creatures as Terrans, have started the Federation? How can they have reduced us to this? Where do they get their strength?
I know the answer Chakotay would give me-their strength comes from within. I always feel like disgorging my food when I hear that. Still, can I truly say he is wrong?
Look at Captain Janeway. Her strength surely does not come from superior build. She is petite, yet she intimidates the mightiest male. A raging fire truly burns inside her, and she found a way to project it outward.
If only she did not bow to Starfleet regulation and to the damned Terran notion of conscience! I could be home right now, walking Cardassia's deserts.
Still, I admire the guts it took to make that decision. She remained faithful to her beliefs, as I do to mine.
UGH! Listen to me, comparing her favorably to myself. Still, I wish I could have known her better. I am sure she is as fierce as a wild Riding Hound in bed. Coupling with her would have been a pleasure.
Such stupidity, Seska! I know I will never touch either of the women I find attractive. Instead, I get people like Chakotay and my Kazon husband. My reward for faithfully serving Cardassia.
Once in awhile, I wish I was not quite so loyal.
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