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Libernobis	By : Isadorabelle Category: Star Trek > Deep Space 9 Views: 1994 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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For the past hour, Weyoun had been ensuring the neatness and efficiency of his ship. Though, it wasn’t as if he didn’t do that as a regular, daily task. But a Founder, specifically Odo, was coming on board. Everything had to be perfect. He was after all, a god.
Gods deserved nothing less than what they demanded or requested from their followers. Sometimes they didn’t get what they deserved.
As Weyoun aligned a sensor, one barely out of place but out of place nonetheless, he wondered what it was like for the Federation. Most of the members had all but turned away from their ancient gods. They faded out of existence as anything meaningful and became the reasoning of a people that didn’t understand the universe. Those thoughts made Weyoun smile; he understood the universe, even as he finished his once-over in preparation for the arrival of his god. Briefly he wondered if they pitied those that still held strong to a religion.
With his hands clasped behind his back, Weyoun watched as a column of glittering light became apparent on the elevated pad in the room. The outline of a humanoid figure appeared and gradually began to solidify on the pad until Odo, the best link to the Alpha Quadrant and a Founder, looked at him.
“Weyoun,” Odo stepped off and walked in Weyoun’s direction, whose arms were out in humble supplication.
“Welcome aboard Founder…Odo.” He preferred Odo over Founder and Weyoun had taken to forcing himself to use the name. It seemed to irritate the Changeling when he didn’t. “If you would like to assess the ship to verify that it is up to your standards, I am happy to show you around. I think you’ll find everything in exceptional shape.” Keeping step just slightly behind Odo, Weyoun watched him shake his head.
“That won’t be necessary, Weyoun. I trust that you are as efficient as ever.” There was always a distinct difference in how Odo spoke and the other Founders. The tone of the others was always clipped and always, always firmly established the boundary between god and servant. Odo’s tone, on the other hand, was more conversational. Oh, there was no mistaking the authority behind it, but he was obtainable; touchable.
The trek from the transporter room to the small conference room was short and soon enough, Odo was standing in front of a series of hollowed out squares of different sizes. With a single touch of a button, slightly transparent screens woke up within the sophisticated steel colored frames. New technology that they had acquired there in the Gamma Quadrant was being installed in the ships as fast as possible. Weyoun got satisfaction out of knowing that his ship was one of the first ones to be outfitted with it.
“As you can see here Fou—Odo, the situation with the apparent overload aboard my ship before was quickly taken care of. It did not appear to negative impact my mission—“
“Weyoun, this is all very interesting, but I was able to keep track of the progress from the reports you provided.” He stated. “I’m more interested in gathering your opinion, as a diplomat. How did it go?”
The Vorta in front of him pondered the question a moment, choosing his thoughts and words carefully. “I believe,” he began the statement slowly and deliberately. “That it was as much of a success as the Dominion could have hoped for. It helps that the Federation is somewhat distracted by some issues of religion on Bajor. We are still of importance, but not their sole concentration.” Weyoun obediently provided with one hand behind his back while the other rested lightly on the wall over the control panel.
Odo nodded. “I am relieved that your reception was not a negative one at least. It is important to the Great Link and the Dominion as a whole that we from a lasting bond with the Federation. We will both likely be around for a very long time.” He stated. Odo knew that it was more information than he had to provide, but unlike his people, he preferred a closer relationship with those Vorta that had, in the past, proven to have a certain level of independent thought. They had potential as a species; he hoped to someday see that potential explored. One Weyoun had been unique in his ability to go against the Dominion and think for himself, yet at the same time operate with the Dominion’s best interest at heart. It made him an individual, which was unique in the Vorta species.
The Changeling felt a spasm of alarm go through his insides as a shield dropped over his person. He could feel it as it seemed to resonate throughout his liquid body and locked him into the form in front of Weyoun. Looking up at the Vorta, confusion flickered across his face. Weyoun stood in front of the force field, his face drawn into a mix of indifference, to Odo’s discomfort, and patience as the changeling oriented himself with the sudden change in situations.
Finally, Weyoun spoke.

“Odo, I apologize for the containment field, but I wanted to be certain that I have your undivided attention.” Weyoun’s voice was soft and distinctly Vorta as he spoke to Odo, who seemed so caught off guard by his sudden act of mutiny. Good. “I have some images to show you that I personally find disturbing.” Weyoun’s voice continued on and, with a movement of his hand over the panel, the display images blurred before changing all together.
Statistics and information had faded away, replaced by scenes of ruin. The structures on the screen were dull, rusted browns with hollow rectangles punched out where windows used to be. Some of them weren’t standing at all, destroyed or severely damaged by some external means or by time its self. On one of the screens were smaller buildings, many of which arched and lined a single row. Smaller vehicles sat in some of the drives, yards or, in one of the cases, partially through the houses. Much like the dead city, these too lacked even wildlife to occupy the homes. The final image, and the biggest one was of a park. Twisted and gnarled trees dominated half the image, their branches stretching out or up. Weyoun imagined them in pain, the trees reminded him of how it felt moments before a suicide implant finally finished its task.
“Do you see that, above the trees?” He asked and pointed at the image. The other half of it was the Kurill sunrise, vibrant streaks of green and purple, an atmospheric reaction to the sun much like twilight in the evening, coiled up from the barren horizon and towards the navy blue night. “I think that must be beautiful.” Weyoun murmured and finally looked back at Odo. “I don’t know for sure, but I think so. You see, I have no sense of aesthetics. So, I can’t know for sure that that is beautiful, or that all this is devastating or ugly, at least not aesthetically. ” He explained, though Odo knew that the Vorta had no need for those senses, not in their service to the Founders.
“What is the point of this?” Odo finally questioned. Weyoun smiled.
“This is Kurill. This…city, these homes, that park right there beneath the sunrise, that’s the uncivilized, unevolved beginnings that are the Vorta.” It came out more bitter than Weyoun intended. “I found it in Federation surveys. They didn’t take these images, I did, but they surveyed a part of space that the Founders conveniently had our own surveyors ignore.” He explained in a very matter-of-fact tone. Breathing in deeply, he looked at Odo. “I found Kurill. I’ve seen my people’s humble beginnings and I know what the Founders did to us, what we allowed them to do.” This time Weyoun didn’t hide his tone or his true feelings. The tone of betrayal was so present in his voice that it was acid on his tongue, making his lips curl.
“We were not ape-like creatures barely sentient and hiding in terror in trees,” He continued and began to pace “We were a thriving civilization. Perhaps too much and too fast, but thriving nonetheless. And then they came, the Founders changed our world. The same Founders,” Weyoun rounded to look at him. “The same Founders that sent out 100 infants to fend for themselves. The same Founders that could excuse the annihilation of a race. I don’t like Cardassians anymore than the next person, but an entire species?” Knowing now about Kurill, he felt that somehow, a whole species was put into a new perspective. His whole species was enslaved; the Female Changeling wanted to destroy a whole species.
Weyoun watched the range of emotion pass over Odo’s face. First realization as he saw the images. And, then, a betrayal similar to the one he felt. Beneath it all though, Weyoun’s trained diplomatic eye didn’t miss the sadness. Yes, he would be sad too if his people lied to him. “I suppose you are wondering why I’ve decided to tell you all of this,” He resumed quietly, his emotion calmed again behind a serene, collected face.
“I am a bit curious, yes.” Odo finally found the words and managed to push them out with some authority.
“I require your help,” The statement insinuated that he wasn’t done, but Weyoun waited until Odo’s eyes were on him before he continued. “And if you are not prepared to give it, I am not prepared for either of us to survive the destruction of this ship.”
His tone was almost regretful. It would be such a waste to lose Odo, but he had taken these first steps down this path and even if he wanted to, there was no going back. “You would die, the investigation would show an abrupt, unpredicted malfunction in the warp cells, and I would be reborn in a new Weyoun and interrogated by the Founders, but eventually let free, just a little worse for wear. Worst yet, I would be free with the information I just showed you.” The threat was spoken and he saw Odo’s forced humanoid form stiffen, like a snake shifting to a defensive stance. “And no one would be the wiser to this. Please Odo, think carefully.”

“You obviously have a plan, out with it Weyoun.” Odo’s tone was tired when he spoke several minutes later, but it made Weyoun smile. He won Odo over.
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