With the other vorta off the station for who knew how long,Weyoun was left alone and bored. He had no idea how yo fill his time. He had thought of contacting the klingon again,but the news of his death was all over the station and Weyoun was surprised by how upset it had made him. Kor had been a fine man. Staring out of the window he once again marveled at how his sight had improved and enjoyed the site of the worm hole opening. It was a meteor.or at least looked like one. They passed through the wormhole from time to time and the mines soon made short work of the rock. The explosion was bright. Colorful. Many would describe it as pretty.
Weyoun wondered if that ability would return to them as well. Would they see beauty as others did? Would they grow speechless at a sight they could not describe. Would they fall madly in love with someone they didn't know simply from a glance? He didn't know. What he did no was that he was impossibly bored. He had searched the database for thing to pique his interest but had found nothing yet. He wondered about his last vision and eventually got up from the couch to go.
"Computer,list known fighting styles that keep you low to the ground?"he asked.
"List compiling,list complete.Over six thousand nine and twenty three know styles that keep the center of the bodies gravity low to the ground."
"Now shorten list to include only those style good for a species. That below the average height and or build for basic mammalian humanoid."
The computer was silent a moment.
"Seven hundred and twelve."
"Now eliminate any that cannot integrate weapon use." Weyoun took a seat at the desk and switched on the screen.
"There are four hundred and fifty one types of fighting style that fit the criteria."
"Computer.list the names of each with a short video of the style if possible."
It took afew moment for the relevant information to come up. When it did Weyoun shifted his weight so he could get a little more comfortable."play first video."
* * * * *
Four hour later and Weyound was asleep. He didn't here the door chime nor did he hear it open untill he found Odo looking down at him.
"My apologies. I believe i dozed off."
"So i see. Do you mind explaining why your researching a rather dangerous video selection."
For a moment Weyoun was confused. But then realized that he may have chosen the wrong kind of material to view.
"I should have run this by Captain Sisko." he said.
Odo raised his eyebrows or at least the parts that were meant to be eyebrows and then shook his head.
"Perhaps. Do you mind telling me why you were looking at it."
"A vision. I wrote about it. I was trying to see if anything in here looked familiar to what i saw in the vision" Weyoun explained. He watched as Odo pulled a confused face. Only it wasn't him the shape shifter was looking at. It was something behind behind him.
The asteroid or meteor or whatever it had been was obviously. Not just some hunk of space debris. It was light. Pure solid light that hovered for a moment before streaming through the window and into the console, so bright both occupants shielded their eyes. When it eventually died down they both looked at the computer and the unique lettering upon the screen. Weyoun knew what it was immediately,though was a little worried by how he knew it was there. He sat forward in the chair.
"Computer,what am I looking at?"
"Traditional vorta fighting style. File is approxi-"
"Colonel Kire to Odo,what the hell just happened?"
Odo pressed his com badge,"It lpoks as though we were sent a subspace datafile. It would appear the prophets have gone digital." he pulled Weyoun from his chair,"I think someone should come and check the consol."
"I'll send a team down. Bring weyoun to Ops. I'd like a private word with him."
"On our way,Odo out."
Weyou looked out at the space the worm hole was."Why can't they just leave me be?"
* * * * *
"Can someone please tell me why we now have an entirely new file in the stations computer?"Kira asked.
"Colonel,if i had a any idea then i would tell you,but i am as confused as you are. I was looking for something that might be familiar to som-"
"Something you sure in a vision. We know. But why is it now in the computer."
"That should be quite obvious." a new voice said,and the three turned to see Kai Winn in the doorway."My apologies Colonel,but i had to come. The Vadek's of the Temple of time have been speaking of New knowledge. I have come to ensure it is put to good use." she said.
'Kai Winn. We still haven't ascertained if the information is safe or not." Kira explained as she stood.
Kai Winn nodded,"I can understand. But I must see what has been done, and am willing to except the consequences. I merely need to see what has been left by the prophets."
"Kai Winn, I have a team looking at what was uploaded to the system. I will inform you the moment they have finished their tests. But until then i can't allow you to view the files."
Kai Winn didn't look happy but she did. Relent. Then may i speak privately with Weyoun."
Weyoun looked surprised. But he really shouldn't have considered this women's 'god's' had put him into this situation. They were probably as eager to understand as he was. Kira thought for a moment.
"That I can allow. We'll be done here in about an hour. I'll send someone to the the temple to fetch you when we are done."
"That would be fine. I will see you shortly Weyoun."Kai Winn gave Kira one more look before leaving again.
"I don't suppose we can come up with a reason not to speak with her."
"What's wrong. Don't you like the Kai?" Kira asked,slight disdain in her voice.
"Its not a question of like. But I have a feeling that she may try convince me to convert. And replacing on god with another isn't something I really want to do.",
Now this was something Kira could understand. The Vadeks of Bajor saw the freeing of the Vorta a some kind of sign. What the prophets were trying to say no one knew but bith Sisko and Kira were constantly rejecting requests for vadek's to visit and speak to Weyoun. Hopefully allowing Kai to speak with him would stop some from making further requests. But at that moment Kira wanted a few words with him herself so the Kai would just have to wait.
* * * * *
Kai Win was waiting outside his door when he returned to it. He had been expecting this. He had not been expecting her to be alone. No vadeks trailed after her,and she seemed very,very quiet. This wasn't something Weyoun was used to.
"Kai Winn. You look well."
"And you look...different."
"I've no doubt. Would you like to come in?" Weyoun thought he'd best get this conversation over with. She nodded and followed him into his quarters.
"Can i offer you some tea."he asked,and she nodded. He went to the replicator and ordered whilst she looked about his room. He could tell that she thought it was rather bare. Everyone who came to his quarters thought that.
"Have a seat. I believe you wished to speak with me?"
She sat and excepted the tea. "Yes. I have have come to you with an offer."
Weyoun's eyebrows shot up. "And what would that offer be?"
"The council of vadeks has asked me to offer you a place on Bajor."
Weyoun froze with his drink half way to his lips. Putting it down on the table he cleared his throat and asked."I'm sorry could you please repeat that."
"The council is of the opinion,as am i,that your new found freedom was a gift. And that those who follow the path of the prophets should be here to help guide you and your people."
To be perfectly honest Weyoun had no idea what he should say next, without a doubt knew he had to be careful. He didn't want to seem ungrateful, especially considering-
"Of course we don't expect a dicision right away. It is far to soon, and too dangerous, for you to try and make those kind of divisions. Once things have settled and you are able to an informed decision. After all, we still don't know how many of your kind could end up settling with you."
"That's quite right. I have no idea how many vorta will join me. You don't want to have to house half my species." Weyoun said. He quickly downed half his tea as he desperately tried to think of something to say. Thankfully the computer beeped to tell him he had a message. Swiftly moving to the screen he felt a wave of relief."You may wish to return to your quarters after your tea. I've just the received the contents of the files and no doubt you'll find them waiting for you on your own computers."
Kai Winn's face lit up at the news. "I am glad to here. But do feel free to send me a message should you require any help
"That is most appreciated."
* * * * *
He found the style of fighting he had seen in his vision, and was utterly confused as to how anyone could fight like that. But then again he wasn't a fighter. He was a politician and occasionally a scientist, but no warrior. As he read over each pose and position and his head and tried to figure out how easily he would be able to learn something like that. Perhaps he could ask about basic self defense lessons and go from there? But who would be willing to teach him.
He finally forced himself to leave the console so he could rest his eyes. The time on his chronometer he wore told him that he'd been staring at that screen for five hours. He needed to take a break and-
"Private message for Weyoun." the computer said.
"Go ahead and play it."
"Weyoun,its Kiliana. I needed to let you know that i've been asked to speak to another three captured vorta. But i decided i should speak with you first."
Weyoum wasn't surprised by this. He had expected the federation to want to convert as many vorta as possible. The more vorta on there side,the more information they could collect. He wouldn't be surprised if the federation didn't attempt to try an capturing more vorta just to get more up to date information. Maybe they could find out something that would help them.
He sat down at the console again and replayed it so he could here the full message.
"I think it would be a good idea. One of the people they have is Dera. He worked on the J'hem Hadar genetics. He may be able to do something about their reliance on the white. Or come up with a way of disabling them on the battle field. I've got 28 hours to give my keepers and answer. So if you could get back to me soon that. would be great."
The message ended,and had probably been vetted by half an half of starfleet. So he recorded a reply telling to do as she saw fit and sent it with luck before switching off the console and heading to the replicator. He needed it.