The screen activates and shows a Bajoran man in his early thirties sitting in very spartan quarters. The rather utilitarian nature of his cabin is contrast starkly by the fine threads he's wearing.
"Stuck at Milan Station," he says, taking the occasional sip from a beverage. "They appear to have problems with their cargo management system, so it's going to be a short while until I can unload the 19,000 tons of crafts material and move on to the next spot of this trading run. The run itself has been rather unremarkable."
He pauses, "Well, aside from the fact that I used up my second entry granted by the Class FI license the spoonheads have issued. Going to be a couple of months until I can apply for a new one, and who knows if they're going to allow it. Would be a shame if they didn't, though. Not that I'd miss the sight of Cardassia Prime terribly much, but their prices are very good. So good in fact that I could load the Olympus and just putter out of CU space and let other traders buy what I have directly from my ship. The margin would be big enough to make that a very good opportunity for both parties."
Another sip is drawn from his glass and the Bajoran winces a little, "Missing the Days of Atonement, it seems. Would have loved to stop by a temple and seek a little guidance, for there seems to be a little disconnect between what I believe and what quite a few other Bajorans believe." He points at himself, "I would have loved to see the Kai win the election, it's why I helped him run his campaign, after all, so I wouldn't have prayed for the Kai to lose the election no matter what the Emissary allegedly said." A beat. "But in the end, I am not terribly sad that the Kai had to concede to Dr. L'vralus, who has been a formidable opponent. This is really a win-win situation. We, the Bajorans, get to keep the Kai and we, the GA citizens, gain a Chancellor with a fantastic track record. Living on Beerax I have seen his work on the planet, know what good he can do if given a chance."
A smile is on his lips as he lifts his glass to toast to the holocam, ice cubes clicking in the glass. "So here's to you, Doc. May history deem your chancellorship a successful one."
With that the screen fades to black.
