Here’s something to think about: Odo is self-taught.
No mentor. No tracks to follow. Just plunked into an office by himself on a chaotic station. And he went, in a matter of years, from ‘guy randomly assigned to investigate a murder who borks it up’ to ‘single-handed enforcer of justice with a network of contacts that stretches from Starfleet to Cardassia Prime’.
He doesn’t just keep a lid on station shenanigans. He interrupts smuggling rings that are entirely off station. His tendrils are everywhere. And he’s always watching.
And this is our Odo. Who means well.
I can very easily see how the Dominion came to be.
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#Star Trek #DS9 #in the early seasons he wonders a few times if he inherited his sense of justice from his people #and I’m just like ‘…oh Odo’ #(and he does have those fascist tendencies)
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