That's chapter fifteen, I forgot to put a header on it. There are only three more chapters left and I hope to finish them up within the next few weeks!
Star Trek Deep Space Nine: Libernobis
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As I wrote at AdAstra:
I have no idea why Weyoun would be interested in this 'orb of madness' that made Romulans go nuts. They are plotting something.
And the baby? Somehow Keevan doesn't strike me as a material for a father. He's too lazy for this
I have no idea why Weyoun would be interested in this 'orb of madness' that made Romulans go nuts. They are plotting something.
And the baby? Somehow Keevan doesn't strike me as a material for a father. He's too lazy for this
Sheena’s skin was soft against his, pale and free of any impurities. She couldn’t have been more perfect if someone had crafted her, dictating what was where and in what proportion. Most Vorta believed that they did, that the Founders designed them. That was their truth, the absolute certainty in their life was that the Founders were gods and they were designed to serve them. Sheena had once been a person with motivations in life that had nothing to do with the Founders, just as he had been.
Bending forward, Weyoun placed a kiss on Sheena’s bare shoulder and tightened his arms on her form. He didn’t have the benefit of hormones or carnal needs, not the same way Sheena did. But, Weyoun did have desires and he was motivated by that closeness he had with her right then. They’d spent the last six hours together, beneath the sheets and it pained him to know that it was drawing to a close.
Very soon they would be on the way back to Deep Space 9, back through the wormhole and with the last of the Vorta. They wouldn’t have time to be together, not like this. Compulsively, Weyoun placed soft kisses on her neck and ear. Her skin was pleasant against his lips, and he didn’t want her to forget.
“When will we be moving to the ship?” Weyoun paused at Sheena’s drowsy question. It could’ve been days and it would’ve been too soon. He didn’t want to leave that moment.
“It’ll be sometime within the next few hours.” He murmured the reply before resting his head against hers, his face partially in her hair. “You used the fruity perfume again,” Weyoun observed and inhaled the scent deeply before sighing against her ear and neck. The act made the woman giggle and squirm some from his embrace. Weyoun, surprised, watched as Sheena shifted to face him and lightly kissed the Vorta.
“After you get back from the next run, we’ll be able to stay on the new planet. I bet” she traced over the side of one of his ears. This time Weyoun squirmed. “I bet I could modify your genetic structure so you’re more like everyone else. You wouldn’t even have to be cloned.”
Giving her a little smile, he took her fingers and kissed them. “Let’s worry about that after everything.” The Founders thought that Weyoun was doing their bidding during his brief time there. He was, though in addition to those tasks he was with Sheena too and finalizing what he had to do. A few of the Vorta they cloned replaced active Vorta, serving as overseers of ships and White facilities. Without them, he never would’ve gotten it all done.
Reluctantly, Weyoun got out of the bed and began to dress himself. “All of the detonators are in place…including the one here and the ones on Kurill.” He told her, though he knew that Sheena wasn’t thrilled about it. She had protested the one at her facility because she wanted to clone him, but there was too much at risk for him to be cloned. He’d managed to convince her of that and she only grumbled a little when he planted the bomb at her cloning facility.
“And you’ll be detonating them when you come back?” Sheena shifted on the bed, using the sheet for modesty as she got her own clothing out. Weyoun nodded to her and looked down as he finished with his shoes. Sheena had pressed him to bring her back with her. She could’ve stayed at the cloning facility, cloned him and just before detonation, they could transport away, completely unburdened by the Dominion anymore. It took some doing, but he’d swayed her from that. It was too dangerous and anyway, he wasn’t that concerned.
Together, they approached the soft hum of voices as the one-hundred-fifty Vorta that were left prepared for the next leg of their journey. The facility was fairly open concept at that point. There used to be dividers but as Vorta went to their respective places, most of them going through the wormhole, the dividers only got in the way. Even sleeping took place there with cots set up. He didn’t have any objections to it because it was good for them to be social. To socialize, and to fraternize. The more the Vorta fraternized, the more Vorta there would be in the future. At one point he’d even considered suggesting multiple spouses, but that thought was quickly dismissed. By nature, Vorta were jealous creatures and didn’t appreciate someone else handling what they considered to be theirs. It was counter-productive to a population burst, but at least he knew that they would protect each other.
“82 of the facilities are set to go.” He stated as Sheena quietly came up to stand beside him.
“Including mine?” Weyoun only nodded and was grateful when Sheena pursed her lips but didn’t say anything. He understood it, but it was easier now that she didn’t seem to be pressing the matter. Silently Weyoun worked another ten minutes to verify that everything was ready. Sighing, the Vorta let his hands drop from the consol in front of him and turned to her.
“I’m not going to be able to come see you while we’re in transit. There’s nothing I can do to get loyal Jem’Hadar, and they must not be suspicious.” So far he’d managed to avoid suspicion by carefully extracting any of the soldiers that got suspicious. They were so close to being done now; he wouldn’t risk it just to indulge a desire for company.
Cupping her face, Weyoun kissed Sheena’s forehead before resting his own against hers. He didn’t need the company, the Founders removed that social compulsion, but he wanted it. He wanted to feel a sense of loyalty for his race, and he was sure that the Founders found that too distracting. No, they were jealous, just like their slaves, and they wanted all the love, loyalty and life one could give. “It’ll be a few days before I see you again. If anything does go wrong, I’ll get rid of the Jem’Hadar and bring all of you onto the rest of the ship. We’ll deal with the consequences of that if we have to.” He would’ve preferred not, but it was risky business.
Sheena moved and took one of his palms. Weyoun watched as she placed a chaste kiss on it and then hugged him. “We’ll be fine. All of us. We’ll make it back to Federation space and get settled in on the permanent colony. Then, we’ll find a way to clone you, sans the genetic changes, and then…then we’ll have a new life. You, and me, and the rest of the Vorta.”
Weyoun only smiled.
“Has Odo given you any idea of his plans to return?” Weyoun kept his head down in supplication, though the irritated undertones of the female Founder in front of him were evident.
“No, Founder.” He did his best to sound regretful. “He expressed that he was making a lot of progress with the Federation. They are developing a relationship with him again-“
“And Kira Nerys?”
“Yes, he is around Major Kira, Founder.” Weyoun couldn’t resist but poke at that sore spot. The Link, the big mass of molten goo that dictated the fate of races all over the Gamma Quadrant, couldn’t stand his physical relationship with the Bajoran.
“Inform Odo of our desire to have him back home. We are safe here, and his solids will turn against him.” He nodded and told the Founder that he would. That much was true, though he already knew what Odo’s reaction would be, and it wouldn’t be to run back to them. When the female Founder asked about the orb, though, Weyoun paused.
“I believe I can get it to you soon.” He finally looked up, though he wasn’t surprised to see her flat, thoroughly plain face communicate so little emotion. “The Federation, understandably, has it under tight security.” He allowed his schooled smile. “Of course, that means little to us. I should have it for you on my next return.” Weyoun wasn’t surprised when he didn’t get any indication of approval.
Weyoun watched as the Founder took several steps back to rejoin with the Link. Turning, she looked at him and finally, an expression was communicated over her bland face. “Well, what are you waiting for? Leave for the wormhole immediately.”
A/N: There is one more chapter after this one and then the story finale. I debated combining this and the next chapter, but it is easier on me and, I think, easier for reading to just do it like this.
Anyway, the story is nearly done and I wanted to thank those of you who have stayed with the story while I took so long to work on it! Feel free to comment here or on Ad Astra!
Bending forward, Weyoun placed a kiss on Sheena’s bare shoulder and tightened his arms on her form. He didn’t have the benefit of hormones or carnal needs, not the same way Sheena did. But, Weyoun did have desires and he was motivated by that closeness he had with her right then. They’d spent the last six hours together, beneath the sheets and it pained him to know that it was drawing to a close.
Very soon they would be on the way back to Deep Space 9, back through the wormhole and with the last of the Vorta. They wouldn’t have time to be together, not like this. Compulsively, Weyoun placed soft kisses on her neck and ear. Her skin was pleasant against his lips, and he didn’t want her to forget.
“When will we be moving to the ship?” Weyoun paused at Sheena’s drowsy question. It could’ve been days and it would’ve been too soon. He didn’t want to leave that moment.
“It’ll be sometime within the next few hours.” He murmured the reply before resting his head against hers, his face partially in her hair. “You used the fruity perfume again,” Weyoun observed and inhaled the scent deeply before sighing against her ear and neck. The act made the woman giggle and squirm some from his embrace. Weyoun, surprised, watched as Sheena shifted to face him and lightly kissed the Vorta.
“After you get back from the next run, we’ll be able to stay on the new planet. I bet” she traced over the side of one of his ears. This time Weyoun squirmed. “I bet I could modify your genetic structure so you’re more like everyone else. You wouldn’t even have to be cloned.”
Giving her a little smile, he took her fingers and kissed them. “Let’s worry about that after everything.” The Founders thought that Weyoun was doing their bidding during his brief time there. He was, though in addition to those tasks he was with Sheena too and finalizing what he had to do. A few of the Vorta they cloned replaced active Vorta, serving as overseers of ships and White facilities. Without them, he never would’ve gotten it all done.
Reluctantly, Weyoun got out of the bed and began to dress himself. “All of the detonators are in place…including the one here and the ones on Kurill.” He told her, though he knew that Sheena wasn’t thrilled about it. She had protested the one at her facility because she wanted to clone him, but there was too much at risk for him to be cloned. He’d managed to convince her of that and she only grumbled a little when he planted the bomb at her cloning facility.
“And you’ll be detonating them when you come back?” Sheena shifted on the bed, using the sheet for modesty as she got her own clothing out. Weyoun nodded to her and looked down as he finished with his shoes. Sheena had pressed him to bring her back with her. She could’ve stayed at the cloning facility, cloned him and just before detonation, they could transport away, completely unburdened by the Dominion anymore. It took some doing, but he’d swayed her from that. It was too dangerous and anyway, he wasn’t that concerned.
Together, they approached the soft hum of voices as the one-hundred-fifty Vorta that were left prepared for the next leg of their journey. The facility was fairly open concept at that point. There used to be dividers but as Vorta went to their respective places, most of them going through the wormhole, the dividers only got in the way. Even sleeping took place there with cots set up. He didn’t have any objections to it because it was good for them to be social. To socialize, and to fraternize. The more the Vorta fraternized, the more Vorta there would be in the future. At one point he’d even considered suggesting multiple spouses, but that thought was quickly dismissed. By nature, Vorta were jealous creatures and didn’t appreciate someone else handling what they considered to be theirs. It was counter-productive to a population burst, but at least he knew that they would protect each other.
“82 of the facilities are set to go.” He stated as Sheena quietly came up to stand beside him.
“Including mine?” Weyoun only nodded and was grateful when Sheena pursed her lips but didn’t say anything. He understood it, but it was easier now that she didn’t seem to be pressing the matter. Silently Weyoun worked another ten minutes to verify that everything was ready. Sighing, the Vorta let his hands drop from the consol in front of him and turned to her.
“I’m not going to be able to come see you while we’re in transit. There’s nothing I can do to get loyal Jem’Hadar, and they must not be suspicious.” So far he’d managed to avoid suspicion by carefully extracting any of the soldiers that got suspicious. They were so close to being done now; he wouldn’t risk it just to indulge a desire for company.
Cupping her face, Weyoun kissed Sheena’s forehead before resting his own against hers. He didn’t need the company, the Founders removed that social compulsion, but he wanted it. He wanted to feel a sense of loyalty for his race, and he was sure that the Founders found that too distracting. No, they were jealous, just like their slaves, and they wanted all the love, loyalty and life one could give. “It’ll be a few days before I see you again. If anything does go wrong, I’ll get rid of the Jem’Hadar and bring all of you onto the rest of the ship. We’ll deal with the consequences of that if we have to.” He would’ve preferred not, but it was risky business.
Sheena moved and took one of his palms. Weyoun watched as she placed a chaste kiss on it and then hugged him. “We’ll be fine. All of us. We’ll make it back to Federation space and get settled in on the permanent colony. Then, we’ll find a way to clone you, sans the genetic changes, and then…then we’ll have a new life. You, and me, and the rest of the Vorta.”
Weyoun only smiled.
“Has Odo given you any idea of his plans to return?” Weyoun kept his head down in supplication, though the irritated undertones of the female Founder in front of him were evident.
“No, Founder.” He did his best to sound regretful. “He expressed that he was making a lot of progress with the Federation. They are developing a relationship with him again-“
“And Kira Nerys?”
“Yes, he is around Major Kira, Founder.” Weyoun couldn’t resist but poke at that sore spot. The Link, the big mass of molten goo that dictated the fate of races all over the Gamma Quadrant, couldn’t stand his physical relationship with the Bajoran.
“Inform Odo of our desire to have him back home. We are safe here, and his solids will turn against him.” He nodded and told the Founder that he would. That much was true, though he already knew what Odo’s reaction would be, and it wouldn’t be to run back to them. When the female Founder asked about the orb, though, Weyoun paused.
“I believe I can get it to you soon.” He finally looked up, though he wasn’t surprised to see her flat, thoroughly plain face communicate so little emotion. “The Federation, understandably, has it under tight security.” He allowed his schooled smile. “Of course, that means little to us. I should have it for you on my next return.” Weyoun wasn’t surprised when he didn’t get any indication of approval.
Weyoun watched as the Founder took several steps back to rejoin with the Link. Turning, she looked at him and finally, an expression was communicated over her bland face. “Well, what are you waiting for? Leave for the wormhole immediately.”
A/N: There is one more chapter after this one and then the story finale. I debated combining this and the next chapter, but it is easier on me and, I think, easier for reading to just do it like this.
Anyway, the story is nearly done and I wanted to thank those of you who have stayed with the story while I took so long to work on it! Feel free to comment here or on Ad Astra!
I have to comment here only, as I can't get to AdAstra. Something is blocking me and I can't view neither the archive, nor the forum.
Anyway...
I think that Weyoun is wrong thinking that he doesn't need socialising. He clearly does and it seems that the Founders didn't remove that feature from the Vorta genome as effectively as they seem to think. Perhaps he never considered having a relationship (of any kind: friendship, partnership, love), but it seems to me that he is able to have one.
And why the heck the Founders want the orb??? Seeking a contact with non-solid race? Or do they see it as a powerful tool to easily reduce solids to dust?
Anyway...
I think that Weyoun is wrong thinking that he doesn't need socialising. He clearly does and it seems that the Founders didn't remove that feature from the Vorta genome as effectively as they seem to think. Perhaps he never considered having a relationship (of any kind: friendship, partnership, love), but it seems to me that he is able to have one.
And why the heck the Founders want the orb??? Seeking a contact with non-solid race? Or do they see it as a powerful tool to easily reduce solids to dust?
Huh, that's really weird about Ad Astra. They seem to be pretty good usually. Still, I'm glad you were able to comment!!!
I agree too. The Founders are like "Oh, we rock, we genetically engineered at least two races. We got these warrior dudes, they wipe the floor with your face. Then we got these unassuming, innocent looking violet-eyed cuties and they'll stab you in the back!" lol
That has more pizzazz than the Founders I'm sure lol, but I find them overconfident. I think it is in the DS9 extras but they said something about Doctor Bashir's quarters being Weyoun's during his stay and that Bashir found a collection of things that Weyoun would snitch and take back to examine.
That tells me that the Founders aren't as affective as they like to believe they are, or at least make out that they are because Weyoun at least was so curious. The Vorta strike me as a very social race. Like, I honestly don't think that Weyoun would do well being alone in a brig for an extended amount of time. Hmm, now that's an interesting concept to write about....
A few weeks ago they moved the domain to another host and I can't access it since on neither of my computers. Nor can my friends who also use Linux OS.
I can get there through anonymous.org, but cannot log in to comment or post.
We see Weyoun more in the state I call "war mode." We rarely saw him in "peace mode," but we did--in Ties of Blood and Water Weyoun is cheerful, says that he loves to play games and is very social. He's having fun!
So I have no problems with seeing him enjoying his time
We see Weyoun more in the state I call "war mode." We rarely saw him in "peace mode," but we did--in Ties of Blood and Water Weyoun is cheerful, says that he loves to play games and is very social. He's having fun!
So I have no problems with seeing him enjoying his time
He's so cute in that episode! Haha, I feel like a traitor for calling Weyoun cute, but he really is. It's so nice to see him have fun and just not be a hardcore overseer.
Chapter 17
“Visually, this orb looks the same as the one you saw before.”
Weyoun glanced to Major Kira and took a few steps closer to the red orb sitting five feet from him. It looked just like the original one he’d been introduced to, except for the steps they’d taken to keep it away from everyone. Thankfully, that wasn’t a trait that they had tried to recreate in this fake.
“We weren’t able to recreate the signature for scanners, so you’re going to have to make an excuse about that as to why you have to put off scanning it.” Weyoun nodded, though he remained silent as Kira explained the details about the orb. Really, he didn’t care. The details didn’t matter to him, and they wouldn’t matter. He almost felt bad for them; they went to all this trouble for nothing.
As he listened to Kira talk, Weyoun marveled at the trust they put in him. If he were in their shoes, he wouldn’t trust him. He would doubt everything he said, from something as small as he was hungry to his motives for bringing his people there. Yes, if it were him, he wouldn’t trust himself. Then again, he already stopped trusting himself. It happened somewhere in the orb, whenever the moment occurred that he felt more comfortable with Mah’lel’s arms around him or awkwardly playing with Rahlen, than he did with his head bowed to the Founders.
“Weyoun, are you listening to me?” A baritone, slightly irritated tone broke through his thoughts and Weyoun looked at William Ross. He gave the Admiral a brief, cool smile.
“Of course I’m not. I’m betraying my gods and liberating my people. I’m a little pre-occupied.” Weyoun was relieved that the admiral’s response was only an aggravated sigh and he repeated his question. What was his plan?
Weyoun smiled and stepped closer to the fake orb in front of him. “After I beam the orb down, I plan to destroy the ship.” He made up on the spot and gave the admiral a smile, who nodded.
“We’ve got a shuttle that we’re installing into the cargo bay of your ship. There’s not a lot of room, the design doesn’t allow for it, but it is warp capable and we’re using the dampeners you’ve got established to hide it.” Once again he wondered about these Federation types. They had extended protection to him and his other Vorta. Did they really think that the Dominion, that the Founders, would simply let it go? Oh, even the Federation wasn’t so dense that they’d assume that, but they just felt sure that they could protect the Vorta. “If you can just make it to the wormhole,” Ross concluded with a nod “then we’ll protect you.”
Weyoun was silent for a long moment before he finally spoke softly. “I need you to promise me something.” He looked up at Ross, fixing his violet eyes on the human’s.
“Promise me that when I return and my people are settled into our new home, we will not be coddled.” He shook his head. “My people have been raped. The Founders took everything from us, and when our world was gone, they used us to serve them. We are victims, but we’ll be susceptible to being victims again if we aren’t made to be stronger.” He explained and, hesitating, he touched the orb. They could never be victims again, not of conquest or of war. Perhaps the majority of his people didn’t understand why, not in the way he did, but that didn’t matter. All of that was possible due to a Bajoran artifact. How ironic that an alien species destroyed them and they claimed to be gods, and the gods another one saved them.
“We won’t.” Admiral Ross had allowed for a few moments before he’d spoken. “We won’t allow anything to happen to you and your people.”
After Weyoun left, Kira looked back to at Admiral Ross, her brows drawn together.
“Admiral, I don’t understand the loyalty. Weyoun might be different now, he might have turned from the Founders, but why are we being so generous?” She might’ve grown up a lot from the Occupation, but she still didn’t understand that. The Federation was good and with good ideals, she knew that, but they’d go this far?
“Weyoun was their most trusted Vorta, and he’s given us their secrets. We know facilities, locations, ship designs…Weyoun didn’t hold anything back. All he’s asking for now is a planet and the protection of the Federation, and that’s IF the Founders decide to act on it.” Ross explained and shrugged. “Trade a planet and some ships for the secrets of the Dominion? It seemed fair.”
Kira listened and then nodded at what he said. It did make sense, it was just hard to imagine being on the same size as Weyoun. She supposed that stranger things had happened. After all, Weyoun had turned from the Founders.
“I heard about Vorak.” Kira looked back to the Admiral and then to the orb in front of them. The real orb was safely behind wards and security, probably more now after Vorak. The Vulcan had claimed that the reason the Romulans had succumbed to its supernatural abilities was because they were not disciplined. To prove his point, he’d strolled up to the orb and at first, they thought he was right. The Vulcan was fine and had that typical arrogant air that all Vulcans seemed to radiate.
Then, as Vorak worked through studies of the orb, his stature had changed. His tall, elegant form hunched and twisted. The man grasped the table and had let out a strangled, guttural sound, as if something had violently seized his lungs. Along with Lesedi, Kira watched him grab his head and Vorak and his disciplined mind crumpled in front of them. He hadn’t uttered a word sense, and Lesedi rarely left his side.
It was all unfortunate business, but “it doesn’t help our case. I’m sure that Vorak would’ve been the first to point out that this is evidence that indulging the Bajoran religion and allowing it to be active within the ranks of officers is dangerous.” Vorak’s current mental state was motivation enough not to wish it hadn’t happened, but Kira would’ve been lying to herself if she didn’t admit that it also had to do with making things harder on the arguments centered on the Bajoran religion.
“Has the Federation agreed on the orb?” Kira didn’t look at him, but she was aware of his presence beside her. His silence and then the sigh had been answer enough.
“Not yet. The incident with Vorak swayed some over to the conclusion that it needed to be destroyed, but there’s still a lot of opposition.” Kira looked at Ross, who glanced at her before turning to face the Bajoran.
“But, that’s the way politics are Major, at least Federation politics.” She hated politics. “They encounter an issue and each side gathers their evidence and then they debate about it until somebody either a. loses, or b. something happens to force a decision.” Ross continued and then sighed and shrugged. “Or they all get so tired of it that they agree to anything and then go home.” She laughed a little and nodded.
“That’s all politics.” Extremely simplified of course, but politics.
“Visually, this orb looks the same as the one you saw before.”
Weyoun glanced to Major Kira and took a few steps closer to the red orb sitting five feet from him. It looked just like the original one he’d been introduced to, except for the steps they’d taken to keep it away from everyone. Thankfully, that wasn’t a trait that they had tried to recreate in this fake.
“We weren’t able to recreate the signature for scanners, so you’re going to have to make an excuse about that as to why you have to put off scanning it.” Weyoun nodded, though he remained silent as Kira explained the details about the orb. Really, he didn’t care. The details didn’t matter to him, and they wouldn’t matter. He almost felt bad for them; they went to all this trouble for nothing.
As he listened to Kira talk, Weyoun marveled at the trust they put in him. If he were in their shoes, he wouldn’t trust him. He would doubt everything he said, from something as small as he was hungry to his motives for bringing his people there. Yes, if it were him, he wouldn’t trust himself. Then again, he already stopped trusting himself. It happened somewhere in the orb, whenever the moment occurred that he felt more comfortable with Mah’lel’s arms around him or awkwardly playing with Rahlen, than he did with his head bowed to the Founders.
“Weyoun, are you listening to me?” A baritone, slightly irritated tone broke through his thoughts and Weyoun looked at William Ross. He gave the Admiral a brief, cool smile.
“Of course I’m not. I’m betraying my gods and liberating my people. I’m a little pre-occupied.” Weyoun was relieved that the admiral’s response was only an aggravated sigh and he repeated his question. What was his plan?
Weyoun smiled and stepped closer to the fake orb in front of him. “After I beam the orb down, I plan to destroy the ship.” He made up on the spot and gave the admiral a smile, who nodded.
“We’ve got a shuttle that we’re installing into the cargo bay of your ship. There’s not a lot of room, the design doesn’t allow for it, but it is warp capable and we’re using the dampeners you’ve got established to hide it.” Once again he wondered about these Federation types. They had extended protection to him and his other Vorta. Did they really think that the Dominion, that the Founders, would simply let it go? Oh, even the Federation wasn’t so dense that they’d assume that, but they just felt sure that they could protect the Vorta. “If you can just make it to the wormhole,” Ross concluded with a nod “then we’ll protect you.”
Weyoun was silent for a long moment before he finally spoke softly. “I need you to promise me something.” He looked up at Ross, fixing his violet eyes on the human’s.
“Promise me that when I return and my people are settled into our new home, we will not be coddled.” He shook his head. “My people have been raped. The Founders took everything from us, and when our world was gone, they used us to serve them. We are victims, but we’ll be susceptible to being victims again if we aren’t made to be stronger.” He explained and, hesitating, he touched the orb. They could never be victims again, not of conquest or of war. Perhaps the majority of his people didn’t understand why, not in the way he did, but that didn’t matter. All of that was possible due to a Bajoran artifact. How ironic that an alien species destroyed them and they claimed to be gods, and the gods another one saved them.
“We won’t.” Admiral Ross had allowed for a few moments before he’d spoken. “We won’t allow anything to happen to you and your people.”
After Weyoun left, Kira looked back to at Admiral Ross, her brows drawn together.
“Admiral, I don’t understand the loyalty. Weyoun might be different now, he might have turned from the Founders, but why are we being so generous?” She might’ve grown up a lot from the Occupation, but she still didn’t understand that. The Federation was good and with good ideals, she knew that, but they’d go this far?
“Weyoun was their most trusted Vorta, and he’s given us their secrets. We know facilities, locations, ship designs…Weyoun didn’t hold anything back. All he’s asking for now is a planet and the protection of the Federation, and that’s IF the Founders decide to act on it.” Ross explained and shrugged. “Trade a planet and some ships for the secrets of the Dominion? It seemed fair.”
Kira listened and then nodded at what he said. It did make sense, it was just hard to imagine being on the same size as Weyoun. She supposed that stranger things had happened. After all, Weyoun had turned from the Founders.
“I heard about Vorak.” Kira looked back to the Admiral and then to the orb in front of them. The real orb was safely behind wards and security, probably more now after Vorak. The Vulcan had claimed that the reason the Romulans had succumbed to its supernatural abilities was because they were not disciplined. To prove his point, he’d strolled up to the orb and at first, they thought he was right. The Vulcan was fine and had that typical arrogant air that all Vulcans seemed to radiate.
Then, as Vorak worked through studies of the orb, his stature had changed. His tall, elegant form hunched and twisted. The man grasped the table and had let out a strangled, guttural sound, as if something had violently seized his lungs. Along with Lesedi, Kira watched him grab his head and Vorak and his disciplined mind crumpled in front of them. He hadn’t uttered a word sense, and Lesedi rarely left his side.
It was all unfortunate business, but “it doesn’t help our case. I’m sure that Vorak would’ve been the first to point out that this is evidence that indulging the Bajoran religion and allowing it to be active within the ranks of officers is dangerous.” Vorak’s current mental state was motivation enough not to wish it hadn’t happened, but Kira would’ve been lying to herself if she didn’t admit that it also had to do with making things harder on the arguments centered on the Bajoran religion.
“Has the Federation agreed on the orb?” Kira didn’t look at him, but she was aware of his presence beside her. His silence and then the sigh had been answer enough.
“Not yet. The incident with Vorak swayed some over to the conclusion that it needed to be destroyed, but there’s still a lot of opposition.” Kira looked at Ross, who glanced at her before turning to face the Bajoran.
“But, that’s the way politics are Major, at least Federation politics.” She hated politics. “They encounter an issue and each side gathers their evidence and then they debate about it until somebody either a. loses, or b. something happens to force a decision.” Ross continued and then sighed and shrugged. “Or they all get so tired of it that they agree to anything and then go home.” She laughed a little and nodded.
“That’s all politics.” Extremely simplified of course, but politics.
Re: Star Trek Deep Space Nine: Libernobis- COMPLETE
Chapter 18
Weyoun imagined his molecules being reorganized as he solidified and the humid, warm temperatures of the Founder homeworld. They liked it rather warm, though personally he found it a touch too warm. It was humid enough, just too warm and it made him feel a little claustrophobic. He rotated a full circle before he looked over the molten sea in front of him and watched as a solitary form began to rise from the surface. The female Found approached the island where Weyoun stood. When she reached him, he didn’t bow his head in supplication, but just watched her.
“I was expecting to transport up to the ship.” Weyoun nodded at the statement.
“I thought this would be better.” It was hard to tell what she was thinking. Odo had adopted the mannerisms of solids: a blink, frown, grunt or tilt of his head, but not the female Changeling. The liar. But, she didn’t have any of those traits that made it easier to discern what she was thinking.
“And what news do you bring of Odo?” Apparently she wasn’t thinking that his behavior was odd yet. How pacified they were in feeling that they had the utter devotion of the Vorta, of him.
“Odo will not be returning to the Link. He’s decided that his place is there, among those that truly love him.” He was wrong about those mannerisms. The Changeling before him looked at Weyoun with an expression of surprise before her eyes, widened, flickered off.
A clap of thunder broke the quiet serenity of the atmosphere and Weyoun turned to the sound. The Founder homeworld was artificial and except for the island he stood on, didn’t have any land masses to speak of. There was no rain, no wind gusts, nothing that was on a normal, flourishing, M-class planet. That was why such a sound was so unnatural.
The normally bland sky was ripping open speedily as they watched. An object was breaking the atmosphere with a smooth, long streak. Fire ripped around it and Weyoun couldn’t actually see the hull of his ship piercing the atmosphere, but he knew it was.
“What’s happening?!” The harsh question made Weyoun look at the Founder, who had a few other forms solidifying near her.
“Come to enjoy the show?” He asked them softly and with a smile equally soft. Weyoun then looked back at her. “That’s my ship breaking the atmosphere of your world. You know…I hadn’t really thought about what it would look like.” Weyoun turned back to the sky above them. “But…I think it must be beautiful, in a tragic kind of way.” His voice was never above a whisper and he smiled. Weyoun looked back at the Founders standing behind the female. His smile faltered just a little.
“Don’t worry,” he knew they were. “No one is coming to help you. I’ve been a very busy little Vorta and when that ship started into the atmosphere, Vorta cloning facilities and Jem’hadar breeding and White facilities began blowing up.” Weyoun nodded and shrugged. “The Vorta will have enough White to sustain the Jem’hadar for a week, but after that…” he smiled again and actually laughed under his breath. “You wanted their loyalty and protection, drugged the animals for it, and because of that your empire is going to self destruct and leave what will be left of you defenseless. Can’t you appreciate the irony of it?”
They didn’t answer and he wasn’t surprised. He looked back at the ship. Weyoun could make out the edge now. He knew it was going down very fast, but from his perspective it wasn’t fast enough.
“Why?” The haunted question wasn’t a surprise and Weyoun looked back at the female Changeling.
“I found Kurill.” He tilted his head. “We weren’t tree dwelling. We were civilized, thriving. Stupid, but thriving. I suppose we were ripe and too tempting of a species for you.” Weyoun sighed and welcomed himself to sit on the ground. Pulling his legs up, he rested his elbows on his knees and gazed at the ship.
“We paid for our stupidity though, didn’t we? You stripped us of everything. Well,” his voice dropped again; he wasn’t even talking to them anymore. “I’m taking it back.” The metal of the ship was glowing orange now and the fire caressed parts of it that hadn’t yet slipped into the atmosphere of the planet. He could see the design of simple lines on the bottom of the ship.
Several minutes went by and Weyoun sat in complete silence with the Founders. “I loved you, you know. You made me do it. You made sure that we loved you. It wasn’t enough that you took our world, our technology and our culture, you took our choice.” Weyoun glanced down and could feel himself tremble as he thought about Mah’lel and Rahlen.
“You even took away our ability to reproduce and to experience pleasure from sights and sounds, feelings.”
Her eyes were beautiful. Their coloring was the perfect shade of violet and the shape was round, like coins.
“You made sure that you were the most beautiful, loved, worshipped things in our lives. You never even considered that the Vorta could’ve served you better if in serving you we could promote ourselves.”
The ship was closer now and he could feel the hotter temperature.
“How insecure you are as a species that you cannot negotiate or reason. You had to take a whole race of people just to do it for you.”
Movement beside him caught his eye. It was the female Changeling, and she was looking at the sky. When he felt her ‘eyes’ on him, he looked at her. “You’re going to die here too,” Her voice was strangely devoid of emotion. Weyoun shrugged.
“Somehow I always knew that when I met my final end, it would be with you.” He paused and looked at the ship, the end of everything for him. His clothes were so hot that they burned his skin and his lungs made it hurt to breathe in.
“I met a Vorta woman once, who you never took. She wasn’t touched by you.” The Vorta gasped in. His lungs were burning! “Her name was Mah’lel and she was beautiful. I think I love her now, not you.”
Hot, white light overwhelmed his vision and Weyoun winced, shutting his eyes. When he opened them again he was sitting on the consol of a Jem’Hadar ship, the same model that his ship was. Everything seemed strangely bright. It glowed and was darker than the standard level that they kept lights. How’d he get here?
Jumping off the consol, he walked around to the front of the bridge. He blinked and was surrounded by people. Sheena stood in front of him, her heart shaped face was expressionless as she stared at his own. Beside her was Laelin. Laelin’s stomach was protruding, a rounded mound in the center of her mass. The sight made him smile: the first Vorta born in a very long time.
Beside her stood Keevan and his expression was like Sheena’s, blank and intelligent. Keevan didn’t give himself enough credit. He’d be a good leader, which was why he chose Keevan. Laelin would smooth the rough edges and balance out his sense of self-preservation with her mindfulness of their people. It seemed that they’d already been working on that if the baby was any indication.
“Weyoun,” he turned to Sisko, who had appeared behind him, and raised a brow. “Weyoun has done what we needed him to.”
“Weyoun was successful.”
“He’s prevented the future”
“and saved the past.”
Turning around as they spoke, Weyoun listened to them before they all looked to the headpiece resting over the rail. Glancing at them, he picked it up and put it on. It activated without prompting and Weyoun watched a Dominion ship enter the wormhole. Immediately he knew it wasn’t normal and the ship seemed to be attacked by lightening from the chaotic walls. Quickly, it blew up and in the chaos, he could see the orb. Red bolts came from it and soon a vortex grew where the orb was. The vortex had grown to swallow up one end of the tunnel linking the two quadrants. The environment filling his eye was so chaotic and violent that seeing the motion made him sick to his stomach.
Red and blue fought. He wasn’t sure how he knew that, but he could see that they were. A void grew between them and Weyoun was glad that there was no sound. It looked to be howling and angry, and it only grew until Weyoun’s vision was also swallowed up in it. The screen went blank and he gently turned it up.
“That was the real orb, wasn’t it?” He didn’t get a response. “That’s what would’ve happened if the Federation had given me the real orb.” It wasn’t a question, and the red orb wasn’t from the Prophets. Again, the forms just watched him.
His viewer flickered on again and Weyoun pulled it over his eye. Laelin was in a bio-bed holding a baby. It was a girl, a baby girl with the widest, violet eyes he’d ever seen. A group of black haired, elongated eared children sat in a half circle around a Vorta adult, datapadds in each of their little hands. A Vorta Starfleet officer. Weyoun snorted a little at that one. His hair was slate grey, face marked with age as Rahlen stood in front of him with a woman, both of them were smiling at him.
Several more images shifted in front of his eye. They got faster until he had to shut his eyes against the fast and offensive changes. When he didn’t see the light behind his eye, he looked again and there he was again, in his own viewer.
Jem’hadar were at their stations while Weyoun sat in the one chair on the bridge and went over a datapadd filled with information. The shipped rocked and in a flash the Jem’hadar were gone and the bridge was darker. Weyoun was surrounded by the figures again, exactly as they were now. He demanded an explanation and like before, they waited until the Vorta understood. Weyoun picked up the headset and put it on. And, as he watched himself watch the screen, Weyoun knew what they showed him. It was Kurill Prime, when it was still beautiful and when the Vorta were still beautiful, natural and as they were meant to be. They showed him the true face of the Founders before ever knew it. His viewer flashed again and the Jem’hadar were back, dead, and he was unconscious on the floor of his shaking ship.
Silently Weyoun took the headpiece off again. This was never about the Vorta and it was all about the Prophets. He looked around at the figures that silently watched him.
“I should be angry,” Weyoun murmured and sighed. “I don’t believe in gods anymore but, even so, do you think you could spare a little benevolence for my people?”
They didn’t answer and Weyoun winced. His skin hurt, his face and even the hair follicles on his head. A sound came from him and he touched his chest. He couldn’t breathe at all. Despite those sensations, he smiled.
Right there behind his eyes, Mah’lel was there with Rahlen. They were playing in the park and it was so green. Rahlen laughed—squealed, and Mah’lel laughed at him.
They were beautiful, and they were the last things he saw before the white light overwhelmed his senses once again.
~fin
End Notes: Thank you a thousand times over for reading. Those of you that have been here from the beginning know how long it has taken, but it's done! There are some questions that have come up during the course of this, and I’ll strive to answer them all here.
‘Libernobis’ was derived from ‘liber’ meaning ‘free’ and ‘nobis’, which means ‘us’. That is, according to my handy online translator. I don’t speak Latin!
Yes, she was a colonel and no, I didn’t intentionally demote her. I was just lucky enough to be able to fix it in the story though.
I’m not really a huge Bajoran fan (I’m not against them, I’m just more of a Vorta/Cardassian girl) so I don’t know if that’s exactly how the Prophets work. But, they are gods and can make whole ships disappear, so do we really know their limits?
I WAS planning for Vorak and Lesedi to be more active! It didn’t work out that way, though I got a feeling you haven’t heard the end of them, if I write more in the Libernobis universe.
Lesedi didn’t leave Vorak’s side because, well…opposites attract. If I had had the time to do the ‘shorts’ that I planned, we would’ve seen them develop more.
Vorak will recover. The disciplined mind did screw him over, but he’ll recover.
I planned on this story being more steamy than it was, actually! I’m not sure that it really earns its rating.
I’m planning a prequel taking place on Kurill Prime, but I’d like to do a post-Libernobis role play that takes place on the Vorta colony. If you’re interested, please let me know. If enough people would like to, I think it’d be fun, and you don’t really have to read the story.
Chapter 18
Weyoun imagined his molecules being reorganized as he solidified and the humid, warm temperatures of the Founder homeworld. They liked it rather warm, though personally he found it a touch too warm. It was humid enough, just too warm and it made him feel a little claustrophobic. He rotated a full circle before he looked over the molten sea in front of him and watched as a solitary form began to rise from the surface. The female Found approached the island where Weyoun stood. When she reached him, he didn’t bow his head in supplication, but just watched her.
“I was expecting to transport up to the ship.” Weyoun nodded at the statement.
“I thought this would be better.” It was hard to tell what she was thinking. Odo had adopted the mannerisms of solids: a blink, frown, grunt or tilt of his head, but not the female Changeling. The liar. But, she didn’t have any of those traits that made it easier to discern what she was thinking.
“And what news do you bring of Odo?” Apparently she wasn’t thinking that his behavior was odd yet. How pacified they were in feeling that they had the utter devotion of the Vorta, of him.
“Odo will not be returning to the Link. He’s decided that his place is there, among those that truly love him.” He was wrong about those mannerisms. The Changeling before him looked at Weyoun with an expression of surprise before her eyes, widened, flickered off.
A clap of thunder broke the quiet serenity of the atmosphere and Weyoun turned to the sound. The Founder homeworld was artificial and except for the island he stood on, didn’t have any land masses to speak of. There was no rain, no wind gusts, nothing that was on a normal, flourishing, M-class planet. That was why such a sound was so unnatural.
The normally bland sky was ripping open speedily as they watched. An object was breaking the atmosphere with a smooth, long streak. Fire ripped around it and Weyoun couldn’t actually see the hull of his ship piercing the atmosphere, but he knew it was.
“What’s happening?!” The harsh question made Weyoun look at the Founder, who had a few other forms solidifying near her.
“Come to enjoy the show?” He asked them softly and with a smile equally soft. Weyoun then looked back at her. “That’s my ship breaking the atmosphere of your world. You know…I hadn’t really thought about what it would look like.” Weyoun turned back to the sky above them. “But…I think it must be beautiful, in a tragic kind of way.” His voice was never above a whisper and he smiled. Weyoun looked back at the Founders standing behind the female. His smile faltered just a little.
“Don’t worry,” he knew they were. “No one is coming to help you. I’ve been a very busy little Vorta and when that ship started into the atmosphere, Vorta cloning facilities and Jem’hadar breeding and White facilities began blowing up.” Weyoun nodded and shrugged. “The Vorta will have enough White to sustain the Jem’hadar for a week, but after that…” he smiled again and actually laughed under his breath. “You wanted their loyalty and protection, drugged the animals for it, and because of that your empire is going to self destruct and leave what will be left of you defenseless. Can’t you appreciate the irony of it?”
They didn’t answer and he wasn’t surprised. He looked back at the ship. Weyoun could make out the edge now. He knew it was going down very fast, but from his perspective it wasn’t fast enough.
“Why?” The haunted question wasn’t a surprise and Weyoun looked back at the female Changeling.
“I found Kurill.” He tilted his head. “We weren’t tree dwelling. We were civilized, thriving. Stupid, but thriving. I suppose we were ripe and too tempting of a species for you.” Weyoun sighed and welcomed himself to sit on the ground. Pulling his legs up, he rested his elbows on his knees and gazed at the ship.
“We paid for our stupidity though, didn’t we? You stripped us of everything. Well,” his voice dropped again; he wasn’t even talking to them anymore. “I’m taking it back.” The metal of the ship was glowing orange now and the fire caressed parts of it that hadn’t yet slipped into the atmosphere of the planet. He could see the design of simple lines on the bottom of the ship.
Several minutes went by and Weyoun sat in complete silence with the Founders. “I loved you, you know. You made me do it. You made sure that we loved you. It wasn’t enough that you took our world, our technology and our culture, you took our choice.” Weyoun glanced down and could feel himself tremble as he thought about Mah’lel and Rahlen.
“You even took away our ability to reproduce and to experience pleasure from sights and sounds, feelings.”
Her eyes were beautiful. Their coloring was the perfect shade of violet and the shape was round, like coins.
“You made sure that you were the most beautiful, loved, worshipped things in our lives. You never even considered that the Vorta could’ve served you better if in serving you we could promote ourselves.”
The ship was closer now and he could feel the hotter temperature.
“How insecure you are as a species that you cannot negotiate or reason. You had to take a whole race of people just to do it for you.”
Movement beside him caught his eye. It was the female Changeling, and she was looking at the sky. When he felt her ‘eyes’ on him, he looked at her. “You’re going to die here too,” Her voice was strangely devoid of emotion. Weyoun shrugged.
“Somehow I always knew that when I met my final end, it would be with you.” He paused and looked at the ship, the end of everything for him. His clothes were so hot that they burned his skin and his lungs made it hurt to breathe in.
“I met a Vorta woman once, who you never took. She wasn’t touched by you.” The Vorta gasped in. His lungs were burning! “Her name was Mah’lel and she was beautiful. I think I love her now, not you.”
Hot, white light overwhelmed his vision and Weyoun winced, shutting his eyes. When he opened them again he was sitting on the consol of a Jem’Hadar ship, the same model that his ship was. Everything seemed strangely bright. It glowed and was darker than the standard level that they kept lights. How’d he get here?
Jumping off the consol, he walked around to the front of the bridge. He blinked and was surrounded by people. Sheena stood in front of him, her heart shaped face was expressionless as she stared at his own. Beside her was Laelin. Laelin’s stomach was protruding, a rounded mound in the center of her mass. The sight made him smile: the first Vorta born in a very long time.
Beside her stood Keevan and his expression was like Sheena’s, blank and intelligent. Keevan didn’t give himself enough credit. He’d be a good leader, which was why he chose Keevan. Laelin would smooth the rough edges and balance out his sense of self-preservation with her mindfulness of their people. It seemed that they’d already been working on that if the baby was any indication.
“Weyoun,” he turned to Sisko, who had appeared behind him, and raised a brow. “Weyoun has done what we needed him to.”
“Weyoun was successful.”
“He’s prevented the future”
“and saved the past.”
Turning around as they spoke, Weyoun listened to them before they all looked to the headpiece resting over the rail. Glancing at them, he picked it up and put it on. It activated without prompting and Weyoun watched a Dominion ship enter the wormhole. Immediately he knew it wasn’t normal and the ship seemed to be attacked by lightening from the chaotic walls. Quickly, it blew up and in the chaos, he could see the orb. Red bolts came from it and soon a vortex grew where the orb was. The vortex had grown to swallow up one end of the tunnel linking the two quadrants. The environment filling his eye was so chaotic and violent that seeing the motion made him sick to his stomach.
Red and blue fought. He wasn’t sure how he knew that, but he could see that they were. A void grew between them and Weyoun was glad that there was no sound. It looked to be howling and angry, and it only grew until Weyoun’s vision was also swallowed up in it. The screen went blank and he gently turned it up.
“That was the real orb, wasn’t it?” He didn’t get a response. “That’s what would’ve happened if the Federation had given me the real orb.” It wasn’t a question, and the red orb wasn’t from the Prophets. Again, the forms just watched him.
His viewer flickered on again and Weyoun pulled it over his eye. Laelin was in a bio-bed holding a baby. It was a girl, a baby girl with the widest, violet eyes he’d ever seen. A group of black haired, elongated eared children sat in a half circle around a Vorta adult, datapadds in each of their little hands. A Vorta Starfleet officer. Weyoun snorted a little at that one. His hair was slate grey, face marked with age as Rahlen stood in front of him with a woman, both of them were smiling at him.
Several more images shifted in front of his eye. They got faster until he had to shut his eyes against the fast and offensive changes. When he didn’t see the light behind his eye, he looked again and there he was again, in his own viewer.
Jem’hadar were at their stations while Weyoun sat in the one chair on the bridge and went over a datapadd filled with information. The shipped rocked and in a flash the Jem’hadar were gone and the bridge was darker. Weyoun was surrounded by the figures again, exactly as they were now. He demanded an explanation and like before, they waited until the Vorta understood. Weyoun picked up the headset and put it on. And, as he watched himself watch the screen, Weyoun knew what they showed him. It was Kurill Prime, when it was still beautiful and when the Vorta were still beautiful, natural and as they were meant to be. They showed him the true face of the Founders before ever knew it. His viewer flashed again and the Jem’hadar were back, dead, and he was unconscious on the floor of his shaking ship.
Silently Weyoun took the headpiece off again. This was never about the Vorta and it was all about the Prophets. He looked around at the figures that silently watched him.
“I should be angry,” Weyoun murmured and sighed. “I don’t believe in gods anymore but, even so, do you think you could spare a little benevolence for my people?”
They didn’t answer and Weyoun winced. His skin hurt, his face and even the hair follicles on his head. A sound came from him and he touched his chest. He couldn’t breathe at all. Despite those sensations, he smiled.
Right there behind his eyes, Mah’lel was there with Rahlen. They were playing in the park and it was so green. Rahlen laughed—squealed, and Mah’lel laughed at him.
They were beautiful, and they were the last things he saw before the white light overwhelmed his senses once again.
~fin
End Notes: Thank you a thousand times over for reading. Those of you that have been here from the beginning know how long it has taken, but it's done! There are some questions that have come up during the course of this, and I’ll strive to answer them all here.
‘Libernobis’ was derived from ‘liber’ meaning ‘free’ and ‘nobis’, which means ‘us’. That is, according to my handy online translator. I don’t speak Latin!
Yes, she was a colonel and no, I didn’t intentionally demote her. I was just lucky enough to be able to fix it in the story though.
I’m not really a huge Bajoran fan (I’m not against them, I’m just more of a Vorta/Cardassian girl) so I don’t know if that’s exactly how the Prophets work. But, they are gods and can make whole ships disappear, so do we really know their limits?
I WAS planning for Vorak and Lesedi to be more active! It didn’t work out that way, though I got a feeling you haven’t heard the end of them, if I write more in the Libernobis universe.
Lesedi didn’t leave Vorak’s side because, well…opposites attract. If I had had the time to do the ‘shorts’ that I planned, we would’ve seen them develop more.
Vorak will recover. The disciplined mind did screw him over, but he’ll recover.
I planned on this story being more steamy than it was, actually! I’m not sure that it really earns its rating.
I’m planning a prequel taking place on Kurill Prime, but I’d like to do a post-Libernobis role play that takes place on the Vorta colony. If you’re interested, please let me know. If enough people would like to, I think it’d be fun, and you don’t really have to read the story.
From AdAstra comments:
So, Weyoun doesn't intend to give the Founder the powerful, dangerous orb, but a fake. Certainly, that would reveal to them that he no longer serves them and that would mark the moment when the Vorta become really free...and hunted, possibly.
That would also create an interesting split of the species: on one hand we have the free Vorta in the Alpha Quadrant, on the other--still bred by the Founders slave Vorta of the Gamma Quadrant. I suppose the GQ Vorta would consider AQ Vorta traitors, while AQ Vorta would pity GQ Vorta for lacking free will.
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Waaaaait a moment...So all this was just some kind of the Prophets' trick to get what they wanted? Poor Weyoun, abused by two god-like species for their own purpose. No surprise he ended up so frustrated and angry.
I totally enjoyed this story, especially rebelled Weyoun and his planning. It was interesting to see him coming to the good side, but still keeping all those characteristics that made him such an effective tool in the Founders' hands. Just this time he used those features for his own purpose...err...the Prophets' manipulated purpose...
So, Weyoun doesn't intend to give the Founder the powerful, dangerous orb, but a fake. Certainly, that would reveal to them that he no longer serves them and that would mark the moment when the Vorta become really free...and hunted, possibly.
That would also create an interesting split of the species: on one hand we have the free Vorta in the Alpha Quadrant, on the other--still bred by the Founders slave Vorta of the Gamma Quadrant. I suppose the GQ Vorta would consider AQ Vorta traitors, while AQ Vorta would pity GQ Vorta for lacking free will.
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Waaaaait a moment...So all this was just some kind of the Prophets' trick to get what they wanted? Poor Weyoun, abused by two god-like species for their own purpose. No surprise he ended up so frustrated and angry.
I totally enjoyed this story, especially rebelled Weyoun and his planning. It was interesting to see him coming to the good side, but still keeping all those characteristics that made him such an effective tool in the Founders' hands. Just this time he used those features for his own purpose...err...the Prophets' manipulated purpose...
Thank you so much for sticking with it as I wrote this. It took so much longer than I planned! Last night when I finished 18 (it might be 17, I kind of lost my place because I merged 15 and 16) I couldn't stop and I finished the last chapter too. It seemed appropriate to put them both up.
What I like and I hope I retained in the story is that Weyoun isn't without his major flaws. In his quest to free the Vorta, Vorta died and so did the Jem'hadar. It wasn't only the Jem'hadar on his ship in the last chapter or the ones that fixed the labs for Bashir on Kurill, but all the ones that killed each other due to White withdrawal after the end. He's a good guy, but really isn't.
I totally agree about him getting used!! I'd be really pissed, lol. I think by the time it was over and he was there with the Prophets, he was just kinda drained and didn't have anymore in him.
It really didn't work out in the Founders' best interest to have made Weyoun like he is. He used every bit of the cunning he had on them instead of for them, and I think The Link played the ultimate price for it. I think Odo would've been horrified if he knew the final part of Weyoun's plan. Weyoun is the only one who knew how this would end, mainly because he knew if anyone else knew, even Sheena or Keevan, they wouldn't support what he'd do.
What I like and I hope I retained in the story is that Weyoun isn't without his major flaws. In his quest to free the Vorta, Vorta died and so did the Jem'hadar. It wasn't only the Jem'hadar on his ship in the last chapter or the ones that fixed the labs for Bashir on Kurill, but all the ones that killed each other due to White withdrawal after the end. He's a good guy, but really isn't.
I totally agree about him getting used!! I'd be really pissed, lol. I think by the time it was over and he was there with the Prophets, he was just kinda drained and didn't have anymore in him.
It really didn't work out in the Founders' best interest to have made Weyoun like he is. He used every bit of the cunning he had on them instead of for them, and I think The Link played the ultimate price for it. I think Odo would've been horrified if he knew the final part of Weyoun's plan. Weyoun is the only one who knew how this would end, mainly because he knew if anyone else knew, even Sheena or Keevan, they wouldn't support what he'd do.
No worries, Weyoun is what he is and he still has all his flaws. I noticed that consistency in his characters a few chapters ago--when he kidnapped Bashir it was the most clear--and it hasn't changed since.
But the ending surprised me; I really didn't it that coming.
But the ending surprised me; I really didn't it that coming.
Haha, I'm so glad that he was consistently Weyoun and consistently flawed! I was worried about that.
I did seriously consider keeping him alive. I even have an idea for that in case I do write a sequel with him in it, though that's unlikely. Though really, I feel like him dying at the end was good.
he is/was in love with Mah'lel, and he could never be with her. Even if they could clone her, she wouldn't have the memories and while he cared a great deal for Sheena, in his own special way, he was in love with Mah'lel.
Weyoun's motivation for dying with the Founders was kind of three fold. Firstly he felt partly responsible because Ruj'hah was one of the techs that kind of encouraged all of it. The techs were just little fish, but fish nonetheless.
It was also revenge. He wanted them to know that they hurt him and his people, and he wanted them to know that it was him that hurt them back.
And, finally, he just had no motivation to go on. He felt confident that Keevan and Laelin (lol not one or the other, but both), which left him the option of just dying.
Oh my gosh, it's so exciting to finally be able to talk about the end!
I wonder, though. Wasn't he cloned back and without the genetic changes?
While his death at the end is epic, I feel sorry for not "seeing him again," especially after the great changes in him. I can't help but wonder what would become of him, how he would develop in his freedom.
While his death at the end is epic, I feel sorry for not "seeing him again," especially after the great changes in him. I can't help but wonder what would become of him, how he would develop in his freedom.
Hmm, if he was I can't remember. I don't have it written in my outline that he was, so I'll have to go back and reread. I know that Sheena wanted to and he kept telling her that he'd do it later. Weyoun genuinely didn't want to yet just in case he died. If he's still 'modified' when that happens, he's reborn and no harm done. He just kept putting it off and distracting her until he was able to get her safely in the Alpha Quadrant.
I agree, it would've been nice to see how he would've turned out. I think the Prophets probably showed him in one of the images he saw through the viewer. I'd like to think that through the efforts of Sheena and the Federation, they were able to clone him so that he was like the rest of his kind there.
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