Once back at the Station Weyoun had no real idea what he was meant to do next. He'd had no more visions, Borath was off helping the doctor and Keevan was with Worth de cussing the security protocols for something Weyoun simply couldn't figure out. He was bored. He didn't wish to leave the quarters he'd been given because Every time he did the people who saw him seemed t be contemplating murder. Preferable his. He'd tried reading but had given up after an hour. He'd tried to listening to music and couldn't find anything that didn't make his ears ache. And when he'd tried writing again he simply couldn't think of anything. After five hours of nothing he would have welcomed a vision.
Eventually he went and lay down,hi mind wandering. He thought about Borath and blushed. The kiss and been good,but very confusing. He'd always believed he was male,and had been happy about it. He'd taken lovers. But right now his body was different. So was he. He wasn't exactly sure he could have sex. Obviously the vision version of him-
Weyoun sat bolt upright. Pregnant. Vision him was pregnant.Did that mean he could? That was just a terrifying prospect. He went over of the computer and told it,"Give me a list of all known contraceptives available."
He sat the computer for nearly two hours. In fact he only looked up when the door chimed and he he said enter.
"Don't suppose you want company for dinner?"
"Your not touching me until I see a doctor."
Borath blinked several times."I think I'm going to need a little mire information for that sentence to make sense."
Weyoun looked up at him."I could get pregnant.I would rather I didn't."
"Pregnant? Don't be ridiculous." Borath said with a laugh.When Weyoun didn't laugh as well he went silent
"Not such a funny thought right now is it."
"Okay,so we can get you to see Dr Bashir tomorrow, but right now I want to talk to your about bout today. You won't believe the kind of ideas Julian has for-"
Weyoun snorted as he turned off the monitor and went over to the replica tor."I'm sorry, Julian? Did you make a friend today Borath."
"Oh, just order something. And nothing spicy. Bajorian food always ends up melting my tongue."
"WheN have you eaten Bajorian food?"
"Federation Prisons really like to keep their prisoners well looked after. I think the fact they treat us so well is meant to be psychological war fair. Like we should be lucky we have them. Quite a clever tactic really."
Weyoun smiled and ordered Steamed vegetables and something called chicken. Simple, plain and it wouldn't hurt Borath's taste buds. He set it on the table as Borath prattled on about his day,about Julian and about how many Klingons were on the station.That got his attention.
"Why are their so many Kllingons?"
"Oh, who knows. Just don't get to close. More than one made some discouraging remarks and a few smelled like they wanted to hurt me. Mostly it was curiosity. I was ushered here pretty quickly. I think That the doctor wanted to avoid me spitting at any of them."
Weyoun nodded."It is nice to know we can defend ourselves.Though I think we may need a couple of Gritta sticks to-"
"Gritta Sticks? What are they?" Borath asked with genuine curiosity. Weyoun had no idea, and honestly-
* ** * *
He should have seen it coming. Th air of the jungle was no surprise to him, but to Borath it seemed miraculous. They didn't speak,but they could communicate. They were communicating by smell. They were friendly, slightly playful and Weyoun noticed that they were dressed differently.
He wore trousers that ended halfway up the legs, and a belted shirt that rose up his neck. The sash hung to the floor and trailed again the smooth wood. It was living tree, worn smooth by countless generations of feet.
Borath wore the same, though his trousers were looser. He smiled as they began to circle each other. Weyoun felt himself sink as he moved, the natural grace he had coming into play. Borath remained upright as they slowly got closer to each other an-
Borath sprang for him but Weyoun dodged, sinking as low to the ground as he could as fingers grazed his shoulder. As he stood he swung out his arm and his palm made solid contact with Borath's sternum. He stumbled a few steps but righted himself. He grinned as he turned and Weyoun came forwards to swipe t him, but This time Borath dodge. They went on this way for some time.The weren't doing this to hurt each other,just to test each others skills.Neither was the greatest,but they were good. They could defend themselves when needed. But today was just for fun,something to do to pass the time.
Eventually they grew tired and stopped,not to rest but to retrieve their weapons.
These sticks were decorated with carvings,he handles smooth but designed not to slip from th fighters hands. Each was half a metre in length and they ended in curved bone,sharp as any metal. One was held with the blade pointing up,the other with the blade pointed down.
Then he saw that the blade had a thin veneer of metel, and he was confused as to how that could be.
When Weyoun turned Borath was standing with grin on his face.
* * * **
The arena was gone and Weyoun tried to clear his mind. He smiled as Borath laughed. He turned and saw not a man waiting to fight him,but a joyful look.
"Does it always make your brain tingle so much."
"Only the first few times."
"I don't think I'll ever get tired of that feelin-"
Something impacted with the door and both Vorta looked at each other.
"I'd prefer not to be killed by Kilingons! The Ferengi were enough!"a familiar voice said."So open the damn door!"
"Enter." Weyoun said, all trances of good humor gone. He had been hoping to avoid dealing with Keevan unless he absolutely had to.But he was starting to feel his brain tingle when he thought back to the memories he had of the other vorta. He tried desperately to hold onto the anger but as time past it began to loose its sharpness. And Weyoun Really wanted to keep hating him. He simply didn't trust him.
Keevan stepped into the room and shut the door behind him, but before he could say lock a hand grabbed the edge and pulled it open.
General Martok Stood for a moment before stepping into the room. He ordered the door to shut.
"My apologise for the fear I may have caused, but I had to see this for myself."he said, The security footage of you confrontation with the Founder has been leaked. I don't think their is a single person in the Alpha Quandrant who has not seen it."
"Your a celebrity Weyoun."Keevan said as he backed up, He and Borath put themselves in front of him, natural instinct taking over and annoying to Weyoun no end. Shoving both out of the way he said.
"Is there anything in particular you want or did you just come to looked?"
Martok advanced and Weyoun took the tiniest step back. "You are someone that should be kept an eye on. You may be a friend, but at this moment I am more inclined to believe you are some kind or trick. Genetics are hard to Fight and I do not beveive for one minute that Those....prophets have decided that you are our best option."
"Well then. I guess you'll just have to be proven wrong."Keevan said and wondered how quickly the security force would arrive. He'd been given an emergency beeper that he was to press when assistance was needed and Had pressed down the moment he'd realised he was being followed. Hopefully some one would arrive soon.
Borath could taste a bitter substance in the back of his throat and knew that his fight or flight response was forcing him to react to the threat. He really didn't want to spray anyone else , that poor security guard had been enough.
But it seemed as though this Klingon didn't want to fight,just to talk.
"Tell me Vorta,what did you feel when you pulled the trigger on your 'god'. "
Weyoun sneered."It was not my god. It was just a very dangerous life form."
"And what did you feel when you ended its life?"
Weyoun didn't know what he should tell the Klingon. So rather than make something up,he chose to tell the truth.
"I felt a great deal of satisfaction."
* * * * *
"If you wanted to speak with the vorta then you should have asked for meeting to be arranged. . We still don't know the effects of their poisons on other species and you have injured three of our security personel."Sisko snapped as he berated Martok."And you may have ruined what little trust we have. I'm am grateful thy need our protection because I don't want to think of the problems we could have if they didn't trust us."
"I will send one of my men to apologise. In fact I know just the one. But I see have no future problems." Martok sat down and grinned,"We are lucky. Weyoun has a dangerous side to him. It will certainly make life more interesting."
"Martok,right now I would be grateful for a little boredom."
Looking out at the wormhole began to wonder if the Prophets actually knew what they were doing. He trusted them to a point but at that moment he was completely out of his depth.Star fleet didn't know what it wanted,unable to decide whether it wanted to imprision Them all or use their knowledge. .What they had learned from Borath and Keevan almost made up for the fact that The Dominion knew Keevan was alive.
He'd been contacted by Bashir with the news that the implant had used their own subspace transmitter had sent the signal saying Keevan's memory had successfully downloaded. This meant they no longer had the element of surprise.
"Can I ask who you are sending to apologise."
* * * * *
Kor stood in the doorway of the vorta's room, blood wine in hand and feeling like an errand boy. He had not wanted this duty,but he could hardly turn it down when his chance of an honourable death was at stake. The Vorta was giving him a disbelieving look as he accerpted the apology.
"I'm told its tradition to share Blood Wine. Would you like to come in or..."
Kor was not expecting this."I did not think that the Vorta followed tradition."
"I'm not your average vorta. And I really don't want to drink alone."Weyoun didn't want to drink at all, but he was bored and both Borath and Keevan had been called away for some kind emergency. This was a welcome distraction.
"You look different from the hollow vids."
"I've undergone certain...changes. Now what kinds of glasses do we need?"
"Wine Goblets will do. There should be programmed in already."Kor said as he looked about the quarters. They were bare and lonely looking. Weyoun seemed to read his mind.
"Its boring, but I'm afraid I don't really have the imagination or culture to decorate. I only know what the worm hole aliens tell me."
Kor smiled,"Ah,the infamous Prophets. I have been told a lot about there interference."Setting the bottle down he looked out the window."I will never understand what they are. Nothing but spirits that come and bother us only when it suits them."
"Well, I rather owe them my freedom, so I can't really say much against them."Weyoun set down the glasses and motioned for Kor to sit. The bottle was opened and poured, the smell making Weyoun's stomach turn and grumble at the same time. He took a sip and the texture was familier yet unfamiliar as well. He also felt the sharp tang of alcohol that told him it was a potent drink. "You shouldn't apologise for what he did,I find it distasteful to get your underlings to apologise for what you've done."
"My feelings exactly."Said as he drank. It was a good vintage. "Might I ask why he came here?Or is it another secret plot?"
"No plot. He just wantedf to meet little old me."Weyoun answered and looked down at the liquid he was drinking."I think that if I had a sense of taste I would really like this. It seems, familiar for some reason."
"I always wondered how familiarity felt to your kind. A clone could spemspend itsen tire existance in space, and yet have the memories of walking on solid ground."
Weyoun raised an eyebrow, and then felt bad. Scent was telling him there was something wrong with this Klingon. Not an illness, but old age. He was nearing the end. Weyoun could smell it so clearly. He'd heard of this one. Kor, a master of some warfair he'd never really thought about.
"I have heard of you. Are't you,what was it now, Kor the Dahar Master? Is that right."
Kor smilede and nodded. "You have heard of me."
"Rumnors and stories. Even the J'hem Hadar speak of you. They find Klingons a great chellage. There are few who hold that honor."
Kor swelled with pride and the 'old' scent faded. As he spoke it was with pride. He told Weyoun of his friends and of Dax, Jadzia,not Ezri. Apparently thoguh a good person, she was nothing like the old incarnation.
"Now there was a women who could weild a Bat'leth. "he smiled. Weyoun tilted his head.
Weyoun thought for a moment. His vision from earlier had made an imprint, so he asked,"How do you go about building a weapon?"
Kor stopped talking."And why would you wish to know that?"
"The wormhole aliens showed something. A part of our culture. We weilded something called Gritta sticks. They looked quit formidable. I've no idea how they were used, but they looked like something used for war fair, not hunting."
"Tell me Vorta, can you draw?"
Fifteen minutes later Weyoun was outlining what he had seen, eyes on the paper and hand moving oh so carefully as he drew. He got the proportions right, but the blades were tricky to draw. He was no artist. But Kor got the jist of it.
"Are the wood or metel?"
"Bone. And a little metal."
"Perhaps some form of primitive metal ergy. Like when early Klingons created spear heads."
"Maybe. But I doubt my kind ever tried mining."Weyoun said,"Now you've seen it..."
"Make it yourself. Find an animal with bone strong enough,hunt it and-"
"Ha ha.I am a politician. The closest I have ever come to hunting was spearing still live bug at a welcoming feast."
Kor gave him a pitying look."If you've never hunted when you've never lived."
Weyoun rolled his eyes. And what would you suggest I hunt? Hmm?"
"Something that has large,thick limbs. You need to be able to carve the right length from it. And you may need to choose a metal that isn't hard to melt down and is easy to sharpen."
Kor spent a few moments wondering why he was looking at this. Then again,he wondered why he was trying to get commissioned to a ship. Why he didn't just take his Bat'leth and head to the Moons or Cronos and seek a good death hunting the many predators there.It would still be good death. It would be honourable. But he wanted to die fighting a true enemy.
"Research it,use the datavids and talk to people. You think this is a part of your history,then me it your own. Use it."
Use it. Build on it. He had seen a lot in his visions and he had a computer he could use to record what he knew.
"Yes. I think I could do this. That sounds like a good idea."
* * * * *
"That is an exceptionally bad idea." Keevan said. "They will expect us to attack as soon as possible. Security will be Impossible to bypass. We need time."
"Starfleet won't give us time. It wants us out there as soon as possible to ensure we at least get a chance. We go in with a the Dyominus and guard it whilst it tries to take sensor readings. I we get a window we try and do some damage, if not we abandon the site and do as you recommend."Sisko explained. "I agree its probably not the greatest plan. But I have my orders."
"How the hell has the Federation lasted this long."Keevan asked, not speaking standard but his own tongue without realising it.
"I'm guessing pure luck."Borath said as he shook his head.
Sisko had no idea, and simply said."We'll be leaving as soon as we get clearance. I suggest you sleep whilst you can."