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ive been told to add a disclaimer to this post that i have only seen the first two garak episodes so far but when bashir randomly mentioned him in shadowplay this was all i could think of
DS9 dump
o captain my captain
(the pattern is based on that mysterious clock sisko built in s1)
I am a simple man I want a shmall fluff fic where Odo rests In Kira's pocket after mission gone wrong
kira nerys is such a funny character to me. imagine if your boss was also like a religious, holy figure that you personally believe in. but he doesn’t want to be a religious figure so you try to keep it low key. also he wants to play baseball with you.
It's a good thing Sisko shaved his head. In the Pale Moonlight is a bald man's soliloquy. A man with hair couldn't do that.
imagine a bajoran teenager living on ds9 who's trying to decide what to do with her life and feels compelled to get closer to the Emissary, but gets the sense that Sisko is a little uncomfortable with being approached in that way, and she's a little young to join the bajoran military and try to get stationed under him, so she looks for another pretense to like have a conversation with him or something
and she overhears Jake talking about playing baseball with his dad, and maybe at the temple she overhears Kira talking about going to the holosuites with them for a baseball game, and she gets the sense that baseball is Important
so she gets up her courage and approaches him on the promenade some time when he doesn't seem too busy, like "excuse me Emissary, I wonder if you would allow me to ask a favor of you."
and Sisko tries not to look like he's steeling himself
"I would like to learn about Baseball."
and he gets this big grin. and tells her what day and time to show up to Quark's for the next time he and Jake are gonna play (and ngl maybe part of him is thinking she's closer to Jake's age than Mardah is...)
and like as they're doing warmups, and she's taking things Very Seriously trying to learn the ropes, Sisko makes an offhanded comment about how Cestus III would be the place to be if you really wanted to get immersed in the sport. and of course she takes this a lot more seriously than he meant it. like a direction in life given to her from the Prophets, directly from their Emissary.
so after all of one (1) time playing baseball in a holosuite she approaches Kassidy to learn more about Cestus III and works like a short internship under her to earn passage there. and shows up in like Pike City or someplace like "hi, does anyone around here hire non-federation citizens? i don't care what type of job. also when are baseball tryouts?"
and like after several years spent getting good, bc she approaches the sport with y'know religious devotion, she returns to her people. and starts a training camp on Bajor that's like basically a monastery. like teenagers who want to pursue religious studies but can't sit still long enough to have hope of becoming a ranjen, they get sent to her to learn to practice Baseball
like imagine a young adult with a really elaborate earring and also like the baseball shoes and the short pants tucked into tall socks going "you know, waiting for a sign from the Prophets is a lot like playing left field..."
Something that really gets me about Benjamin Sisko is the way he’s just carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders at all times. He takes a backwater assignment that promises to be little more than a series of tedious bureaucratic maneuvers and instead ends up commanding the most strategically important station in a major intra-galactic war - and feels an immense amount of personal responsibility for the countless lives lost in battle, as seen in In the Pale Moonlight and The Siege of AR-558. He gets the role of religious figure thrust upon him and suddenly bears the responsibility of foresight and spiritual quests and shaping the future of an entire people who were initially foreign to him.
And he’s so often pulled out of linear time, and burdened with the knowledge and responsibilities of that untimeliness. When he gets trapped in the 21st century, ensuring the entire existence of the Federation - the institution that shaped him and gave him the values he holds dear - rests on his shoulders. In his vision in Far Beyond the Stars, he’s yanked through the fourth wall itself and learns firsthand the symbolic heft that his position as a Black captain on a space station holds, and resolves to continue fighting for the future to fulfill the dreams of Earth’s past. A past that is still, somehow, concurrent or parallel to his own. He gets taken out of sync with linear time and watches his son grow up without him and never be able to move on, and ultimately sacrifice himself to bring him back, and he can never tell Jake about it. Even the depth of his son’s love becomes yet another burden of knowledge for him to carry.
All of that and he is still a man. He is a man who is given the gift of insight that is far beyond what he was previously capable of imagining. He is timeless but he is still a linear being who is denied the rewards of linearity. He saved Bajor but not for himself. I just have a lot of feelings about it!
Watching Badda-Bing Badda Bang (DS9 S7E15) for the first time and I know I KNOW where Sisko (and likely Avery Brooks) was coming from but he sounds like an "Um Actually" historical recreation nerd and it's reaaaally funny to me
Doing Sisko in the style of an Eastern Orthodox Icon painting because recent events have got me thinking about that type of thing
Details under the cut
Have you ever danced with the devil
Shout out to the best father-son relationship ever shownd on the screen
sisko is such a dad with a camera guy. dad with a padd, whatever. guy who films jake's first steps and first words and first time spitting all over curzon's diplomatic robes. hours and hours of jennifer working and dancing and swimming and smiling at him, just for him. the year after her death there are no family sisko records, but he makes up for it with a will afterwards: jake awkward and impatient in front of the wormhole, kira and dax distributing scrolls during the gratitude festival, the first time odo whisked a proper omelet. candids during his team dinners, that time the chief and the doctor got drunk and decided to play darts blinfolded and hopping on one leg. that time jake and nog had a paintball battle all over the station. the promenade at night during a slow month, some people wandering around still, light seeping from quark at the end of the corridor, store fronts glinting light eyes. an edge in the corner where the photographer's fingertip smudges the lens. no self-portraits. no need for them, really.