Weyoun
In Loving Memory of Weyoun 7
His eyelids briefly flickered. Two pale blue eyes opened and the Vorta woke up. He had black hair, similar to a poodle but neatly cropped. His name was Weyoun.
"Founder?"
His soft voice echoed through the room he was in. 'Where am I?' he thought worriedly. Now standing up, he took in his surroundings. A contented smile emerged on his face as he realised he was on the same Jem-hadar ship as when he was…fatally wounded. .
"Oh dear," he said looking at the blackened hole in his shirt. Hurriedly he took himself to a medical room via empty corridors. When he arrived, no-one was there, so he treated himself. He only knew how to do this because one day a Vorta might need to help a founder; therefore they received training in basic medical skills. 'So where is everyone?' was the second question he asked himself. He hurried back to the bridge and found the main computer offline.
Switching it on, he looked around. There hadn't been any dead Jem-hadar bodies littered around the corridors. He started his 'research' as soon as possible.
"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear…" he said to himself quietly, staring at the console in horror.
Jumping into an escape pod, he ejected into space. His plan was to head towards dominion territory in the Gamma quadrant but he was stopped after an hour by a Federation ship.
On the Defiant, Lieutenant Nog was sat at the helm.
"Sir! There is an escape pod – a Jem-hadar escape pod coming towards us carrying one vorta. It's Weyoun 7!
"How can that be? Hail him," ordered Colonel Kira Nerys. The Vorta's face appeared on the view screen.
"So we meet yet again Colonel. What do you want?"
"Firstly, how are you still alive? I saw Garak shoot you."
"Oh the Cardassian didn't shoot me anywhere it mattered. In any case, Vorta are designed to survive unlike you."
"I take it you know about the termination of the war?"
"Yes, and I would like to get back to the Gamma Quadrant."
"We could get you there in 3 hours. In the escape pod, it could take you up to 2 days. Shall we beam you up?"
Weyoun looked doubtfully at the Bajoran women and considered the offer. Finally he replied "Oh well, if you must", and he was transported to the Defiant bridge. When he was on, he walked up to an empty seat next to Kira.
"Aren't you going to keep me in a holding cell or something?" he said sarcastically.
"We don't have to. Unless you wanted to of course."
He tried to look disappointed. An hour of silence later he suddenly spoke.
"Wait. I can't go back. They'll kill me and I'm on my last clone!"
Now it was Kiera's turn to look doubtful.
"Why will they kill you?" she asked thinking of so many reasons Vorta and Jem-hadar get killed.
"I'm supposed to kill myself when I'm in situations like this. Even when we aren't enemies."
"What are you going to do then?"
"I suppose I'll have to go to Deep space 9. I'll think about what to do with myself when I'm there," he said sadly. He had been looking forward to returning home.
"Well if you're sure. Nog."
The ferengi nodded and changed course to the station. Another hour of silence descended upon them. Then another.
"We're approaching Deep Space 9 sir." said Nog. The Federation and Bajoran station loomed on the view screen.
"We're here then Weyoun. Come to my office when we get on the station."
Even though Colonel Kiera sounded welcoming, Weyoun knew everyone in the alpha quadrant hated him. He could see it in their eyes. But he liked being the centre of attention. And so his new life began.