Damar watched the screen and tried to figure put what at the Federation had done to the old Weyoun. What ever it was it was effective. A part of him believed the footage he was watching was fake. Another part insisted that they could use this. Well,this and the fact Weyoun Seven was practically falling apart. After viewing the footage he gad hyperventilated and fainted. Damar had fought the urge to laugh and had him taken to medical.
They were on Darriel Four,one of Cardassia's farming colonies. There had been a small uprising after the Gul in charge had been found to be selling off the excess food produce to Ferengi Traders. It was meant to belong to the farmers. The locals wanted the Gull executed. They'd been living hand to mouth for years and now they find out there trusted Gull had been growing rich off there backs? Usually Cardassian government would have allowed the locals to deal with it,but the Dominion insisted on a trail. They had to show fairness to all Dominion subjects,be they street urchin or Honoured leader. With all the evidence this Gull was Dead with a capital D but they dtill had to deal with a trail. And several angry Ferengi who wanted their grain and Zitter eggs. So they made sure the trail went a head and the Ferengi went away and they could all go home. Until then he had to think of a way to get Weyoun to stop being so...un-Weyoun like. And he really had no idea how to do that.
He turned off the screen and decided to check on the Vorta in question.
Weyoun's quarters overlooked some of the best views on the planet,something wasted on the aesthetically challenged creature. Not that he was looking anyway. The drapes were drawn and he could smell alcohol. Weyoun lay face down on the bed,shirtless and half a bottle of replicated spirits on the bed side table,along with a hypo spray of what could only be a anti intoxication medicine. In case he was called upon. Ready to work at all times.
The fact that Weyoun was drinking was something that worried Damar a little.
"Weyoun? Are you okay?"he asked. Weyoun grumbled and pushed himself up.
"What's wrong?"he asked.
"Nothing. I just wanted to check up on you. You've not been your usual Serviant self lately." He answered.
"Well considering my predecessor had committed the greatest sin imaginable to our kind,I'd say that I've been a little pre occupied of late."
"Enough to take a leaf out of my book?"Damar motioned to the bottle."Really."
"Its not like its working. I feel a little fuzzy,but that's it."Weyoun seemed disappointed."Now would you kindly go else where."
"No." Damar went and sat down."I wondered if you might like a drinking partner. Or someone to nag you until your back to normal."
Weyoun sat up and swung his legs off the bed. He scowled at Damar."I neither require or want your help."
"Well tough."Damar crossed his arms and real anger flashed in Weyoun eyes as he marched over to him. Ther was the slightest flicker of fear in Damar's stomach as Weyoun leaned over him.
"We both now that neither of us actually gives a damn about the other. Personally I wouldn't shed a tear if you snapped your neck falling out of bed, and we both know that Weyoun five had no 'accident'. If I could prove I would personally pull the trigger at your execution. The only reason you are in power is because you are easily led and make a half decent puppet.
"Really?" Damar asked and quick as lightning shoved Weyoun back,shoving him until he had him pinned. Weyoun struggled and gritted his teeth.
"If I killed you now you'd be replace within a few days. How many could I get rid of before you were forgotten? Hmm?"Damar tightened his grip on his throat."Have you given up on your-Urgh!"
Weyoun wrapped his legs about Damar's waist and yanked him down before rolling them both over. He rug his fingers into delicate neck ridges and Damar suddenly realized he should have thought this a bit better. A drunken Weyoun was obviously a dangerous one and the sharp nails at his throat. Weyoun leaned in close enough for Damar to feel his breath on his face. It smelt bitter and Damar honestly couldn't place it. But then those dainty hands on his neck clenched and those nails began to pierce his scales.
"Don't Damar. I may not be built for violence but I am certainly capable of it If need be."
"I fought you were above such acts of violence? Maybe Defectiveness is catching?"
Weyoun looked shocked and Damar congratulated himself on snapping Weyoun out of this ridiculous behavior. Weyoun let go of his throat and he smirked.
"Glad your finally seeing-"
The fist connected with his face before Weyoun got off him and turned to lean against the wall,hands braced against the wall. breathing hard.
"Ow."he said,"You've got a hard jaw."
"You can only blame yourself."Damar could taste blood."I certainly didn't tell you punch me."
"You called me defective. And as you said,I was taking a leaf out of your book when it comesto drowning sorrows. Your not the only one who has problems."Weyoun said and stood up straight."And it is most certainly not like me. But right now I don't want to be me. I had five perfectly obedient lives behind me. One aboration has ruined all of it."
Damar sat up and tongued the rapidly swelling lip. "How on earth am I going to explain a split lip."
"There's a dermal regenerator in the bedside table. You can pass me the anti intoxicant whilst your there."Weyoun looked about the room."Lights up 30 percent."
He winced as the room was illuminated and shook his head. He wasn't used to getting drunk,or trying to. He located his shirt and shrugged into it. He looked up and saw Damar had put the hypo spray on the end of the bed. After injecting himself the fuzziness left his brain and he felt the pain in his hand.
"I take.it you may need this too?"Damar said and lifted the re generator. His lip was back to normal, just a slight smear of blood left. Weyoun took the generator."I guess calling you...that was a step to far?"
"Does your sore lip tell you that or did you figure it out on your own."
"Well maybe it was needed. You can't spend all your time in here. I need you tomorrow to make sure the J'hem Hadar don't kill anyone whilst keeping the populace from lynching the Gul."
"Believe me I have it taken care of. The last thing I need is for unruley soldiers making my life harder." Weyoun ran the re generator over his hand and watch the skin heal,but the pain didn't go away.
"Wonderful. I may have broken my hand."
Damar did laugh."Are you blaming me for that as well?"
"Of course. Hard headed Cardassian."Weyoun couldn't keep the humor from his voice."I have to stop listening to you. Every time I do I end up in more trouble."
"I don't force you to listen."Damar went to Weyoun at looked at his hand. "Two fingers are out of alignment. They'll need resetting."
Weyoun looked Damar in the eye. "I know your up to something. I know you covered up Weyoun's Defection." Damar froze and Weyoun did laugh."Now the Founder Believes that Weyoun has been altered by the Federation. All off which takes suspicion away from me and you. I don't know what kind of game your playing Damar,but I will figure it out."
Damar straightened his his shoulders and said"I wanted to keep my head on my shoulders. We both know your right. I'm a puppet. But I can at least try and figure out a way to keep Cardassian interests at the forefront of this war. Having the Dominion representative on my side should help."
Weyoun raised an eyebrow at him. His smile did diminish but it didn't disappear. "Well,it seems you are filling Dukat's shoes quite well. I'll have to keep an eye on you."
Weyoun turned to search for his jacket as Damar wen to the door.
"I mean it Weyoun. I need you to be your normal self. Snap out of whatever mood it is making you so...odd and get back work. This war isn't go to fight its self."
Weyoun nodded."Your coping techniques obviously aren't for everyone."
Damar bit his tongue and opened the door. Weyoun headed of towards the nearest medical centre. Damar watched as he turned the corner of the corridor before lifting his hand to his throat to touch the pin pricks of blood at his throat. He'd have to get those dealt with before anyone noticed them,but you couldn't really see them under his collar. He hadn't wanted Weyoun to see the damage he had done. The last thing he needed was for the vorta to know he could hurt Damar.
Smug barstard would rub it in.
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Weyoun hated to admit it but Dama was right. He hadn't been behaving normaly. But how could he knowing what that defective with his face had done? Other vorta looked at him strange. The newest Borath was holding him personally responsible for what had happened to the last clone. Kilana wasn't blaming him but she was avoiding him. The rest pretended he didn't exist unless they had to work with him. It was rather hurtful,but he couldn't blame them. He'd be behaving the same way in their place.
He needed to concentrate on his job, and help end this war so he could track down his errant clone and deal with the problem.
As he went to the medical centre he came up with a lie to explain a broken hand and a plan to re contact one of his newer allies. He had several avenues of interest to investgate.