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Kira left Michael and only burst into tears when she got to her quarters. She never thought that she would be one that would take part in genocide. Michael understandably didn't answer those questions and she wasn't going to push him for those answers. But Weyoun was not going to allow this to slip by. Especially since he knew that it was torturing her.
If there was going to be an extermination of the elderly then they should go slowly and quietly. Humans trusted so easily she realized, even after everything they have endured they trusted. She never realized how few races would trust in that open manner. This didn't mean one could lie forever to Humans. After fighting alongside them for so long she knew they could be very vengeful if that trust was ever broken.
Soon she'll have to report to Weyoun about what she learned and how to rid the planet of the elderly. There was no point in delaying the inevitable and she headed to Earth to speak with Weyoun. She was beamed into a room that looked like a personal office. Everything seemed too personal for him and must have been taken from another person.
There was a painting that was of beautiful design and upon closer inspection it brought back a memory of Weyoun on DS9 and Zial. Then she recognized it. It was Zial's painting. Why did he keep it?
"It was the first true gift that I was ever given. Zial was surprised that it was given to me but that led to an interesting conversation about art." He walked up to it. "She offered to teach me how to paint at one point I think." He laughed and gently shook his head at the memory.
Kira's mood was lightened and took advantage of his mood. "Did you ever learn how to carry a tune?"
Weyoun looked confused for a moment then remembered the conversation they held years ago. "No, I am afraid that is one skill I could never really learn." He brought his attention back and Kira knew that she could no longer stall. "What have you found out?"
"Jake Sisco, Captain Sisco's son is still alive and is on Earth. Michael met him and was given a message. He's heading to a city called New York. He thinks I'll be there for some reason."
He held a very serious look on his face with those words. Then he smiled, turning to her. "You will be as he'll come looking for you there. You are going to have a meeting with him if possible."
"Weyoun, I am very sure he knows what I am doing here. There is no way he'll ever trust me. He's no longer the naïve young man that we used to know." Kira was trying to prevent a meeting any way possible.
"Then you'll be captured by him or the cells that he works with. Given your past you'll know how to survive in one."
Kira didn't say another word. Everything was out of her control now.
"Also what have you learned about how to rid Earth of the Elderly?"
"You can't lie about this to them. Be honest with what you are doing and get it done fast. Give them a painless injection but don't let the families witness it." Kira couldn't hold back the emotions of what she was saying. "If they don't know they don't know….what to attack." Kira was shaking again with anger now but held back the urge to attack him again.
Weyoun only smiled at her idea then looked at her reaction. "Such emotion for a race you hardly know and would kill you if you ever got to them. Take a look at this." He showed her a recording he made asking for a reward for anyone that will return her, a loyal servant of the Dominion. Everything that was said was damming to her and she had to be honest even she partly believed the recording. Weyoun set things up to make Kira look like a willing member of the Dominion. Recordings of her and Odo speaking were used as well.
"Speak all you want to Odo. Only a very trusted member of the Dominion could talk with a Founder with such familiarity. No one truly knows what Odo looks like as all computer and information systems have deleted all records of his face, name and rank. You are what I deem you to be." His voice encircled her making her realize that she truly held no choice in the matter.
Kira wanted to scream but there really wasn't any use. "Is there anything else that is required of me?"
"Return to your quarters and take a day to rest as you've had a rather emotional day."
She was beamed to a different room and after some time realized these were her new quarters. It was in a very tall building overlooking a very large city that was abuzz of activity. A recording played for her when she tried to use a consol. It was Weyoun giving her a message.
Good evening Kira. This is your new home in central New York. I knew of the message before you did and mad the arrangements. Everything has been provided for you and you no longer need to leave for any reason. All research can be done there.
You can try to escape but if you leave the room without authorization the first of many recordings will play and once you are returned I do believe there is a cell that you will refamiliarize yourself with.
Enjoy your stay and I am very pleased with all the work you have done.
Kira wanted to kill that smug little Vorta. A line that Dumar used to always say if she remembered correctly. She looked out at the city and prayed to the Prophets that she would still be able to do the right thing.
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Robina wondered if she was in the mood for replicated food or not. She didn't want to go to a restaurant nearby as most people no longer trusted her. After what she had attempted a few days ago she couldn't really blame them for their mistrust of her. She knew that they had no idea of the actions that took place inside her house but guilt filled her none the less.
She needed to get away from here and clear her head from all that has happened. It was only a temporary fix but she wanted to see something different. She got dressed and prepared to leave the house. Just as her hand reached for the doorknob she heard the familiar sound of a transporter beam.
Marind approached her. "Where are you going?"
"I need to get out and do something other than stare at the walls." She was about to turn the knob but she was pulled away from the door.
"I asked you a question." His voice was gentle enough but held an undertone of something else.
Robina knew that Marind was in full control of her now as he held the fate of her daughter in his hands. "I don't want replicated food and have decided to eat out today. There's this Italian place an hour from here. I'll be back in four hours or so."
He listened to her and gave a gentle sigh. "I am sorry to have to tell you this now but I have some news for you. It's not the kind that can wait or will be welcomed. Please have a seat."
Robina took a minute as she wanted to run from the house screaming but knew she would be found easily enough. She took off her jacket and sat down. Marind sat next to her keeping a polite distance from her. "Your daughter will not be returning. After the reports came in it was deemed that you no longer need to care for her. Due to your knowledge of the plans you cannot be allowed to have any further contact with anyone."
She stood up not believing what she was hearing. "What reports?" She screamed no longer caring if the neighbors heard.
Marind slowly stood. "Your daughter proved to be highly skilled for such a young child."
She shook her head. "No! That's not fair. I did everything I was told! This is not fair!"
"I can't change that. I honestly wanted you to have one more year." He looked at the floor in guilt. "There's more and I can only offer you a choice, limited as it may be."
"Go on." She spoke in a tight voice.
He breathed in deeply. "Due to your knowledge of your daughter's activities and future you can no longer be in contact with anyone accept for me or other Vorta. A command was given to have you put to death but I stopped that under a condition."
Robina went pale and she started to shake. "And that condition is?"
"You live with me and serve me. It won't be like that in reality. I'll even try to arrange it that you'll see your daughter from time to time."
Robina wanted to believe his words but too much has been done. But that cruel hope of seeing her daughter from time to time baited her. "Why are you doing this for me? I'm nothing but a Human to you."
He looked at her. "At first yes but you are different than what I had expected. Most Humans I have heard of were strong, leaders, trained in diplomacy."
"You've read about Starfleet officers then. I'm as average as they come."
Marind smiled at her. "Average?" He wanted to steer her away from the pain that she was feeling. Direct it in another direction.
"I'm dull, average and have nothing but my daughter. She's the only real accomplishment of my life. And now that has been taken away from me." Tears fell down her cheeks. "What could I be to you but a servant? If that's what you want I guess I have no choice."
"Please don't think of it that way. I don't expect you to believe me. I am the enemy correct? All I have ever done was serve, follow orders and never experienced the freedom you Humans have. Even now you can experience more than myself." He waited for her to respond.
"How can you say that?"
He looked at a painting on the wall. "See that picture, I have no idea if it's good or not. I have no idea why it was painted in the first place. I have no sense of taste or any aesthetics. The Founders designed the Vorta to work and serve. Vorta don't do well in captivity. Our minds never stop working." He looked at the floor in guilt again. "That was rather inappropriate for me to discuss."
"No, it was good. I had no idea. I heard rumors but that's all." She looked at that painting. It was a few lines and splotches. She got it to hide the hole in the wall. "It's a horrid piece of art. I got it to hide the small hole in the wall. See?" She walked over and pulled the painting down. "I could fix the whole but why bother when you have a painting instead."
Marind smiled not fully understanding her meaning but never pressed the issue. Robina looked at Marind who was trying to ask again about her decision and she answered. "I'll go with you."
"I'll try to make things as easy as I am able."
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Jake just received word that he Kira was now in New York from a contact in one of the cells. He smiled as the information was passed on. "She'll meet us don't worry." He spoke to two people.
"It's not that I'm worried about Jake she may be tagged like others. What she sees, so does the Dominion. We worked too hard to get caught by one person." A woman in her forties spoke firmly. Dark lines were under her eyes working so hard for weeks.
"I think we should give this Kira a chance. Even if she's tagged it will lead us to Weyoun." A man in his thirties spoke in defense of Jake.
"We are not going to meet to take her or give in to her. All I need is five minutes with her. That's it. I know her and Weyoun. You were not on the station when he was in second in command. He likes balance and Kira helps him keep that. She's the key here." Jake did his best to keep the two calm. The last thing he needed were people that questioned at the wrong time.
Everyone knew that they have lost the war and now Earth was slowly being controlled one day at a time. The food was a concern as well as communications. There was talk of the extermination of all the elderly on Earth. Jake understood they would never claim the freedom they had. He wasn't working towards that but a way to obtain some sort of choice in their fate.
The cells held power over the population and the very idea of them kept Humans resistant against the Dominion. That stalled things and Kira kept the JemHadar off the planet.
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Terra was enjoying herself with a new game, spending hours with it. Brenda was worried that the child was missing out on her education. School was a good thing for a child as it gave her structure and well, an education.
Perhaps she would bring it up with Weyoun when he returned. She knew that to ask for something would only give him opportunity to get her to open up to him. What started that night with her body curled into his was a game that he would win in the end.
Last night he turned the temperature down so low and only had the thinnest of sheets to cover the bed she was forced to sleep under him to stay warm. She ignored him and placed her thoughts somewhere else so she could sleep. He laughed when she gave no reaction and didn't give him a fight.
By night Terra had been put to bed and everything to do had been done for the day. Weyoun gave her strict orders and a routine that she was to follow. While not attending to Terra's needs she would not be allowed to speak a single word all day save for Terra or himself. The second thing startled her a little but she knew what he was trying to do. She was not to show any sign of emotion accept when around Terra who would question the behavior if she went all Vulcan around her.
Brenda had to admit that Weyoun was cleaver in this. She would obey it or else Terra would suffer for her lapse. She waited for him to return and was not surprised when he came back on schedule.
"I see that you have obeyed my command Brenda. I checked from time to time to see if you obeyed my orders." Weyoun walked up to her and she held herself stiffly as he invaded her personal space.
"I did as asked." She nodded.
He stepped away from her and headed over to a console. Brenda knew that is was as good a time as any to ask. "Weyoun, I was wondering if Terra was going to receive any formal education. Reading, writing that sort of thing."
Weyoun turned around and thought for a moment. "You can teach her I suppose."
"I'll teacher what I've been taught. Some things may not be compatible with your future needs for her. I'll teach her about freedom and what life was like before the Dominion." It was a risky thing but holding in so much rage was hard. How Vulcans did this was beyond her understanding.
She was rewarded with a quick but painful slap in the face. Brenda gasped in pain and confusion filled her face. Her anger and fear could not be contained any longer as a tear fell down her face. Only two days and she cracked. How could she be so weak?
"I see you disobeyed my orders. Too bad it is Terra that has to suffer for it." He looked in the direction of the girl's room and walked towards it.
"No, please! I'll do what you want. I'm sorry." Brenda raced ahead of Weyoun to block him. "Weyoun you wanted me to crack and I did. You won, you won, you won, please don't take it out on Terra. Punish me if you want…please?"
Her words filled him with a pleasure that he quite enjoyed. A Human begging him and apologizing for something that was so natural to her. "Very well." He took hold of her and threw her on the couch. "I am interested in what this is I feel for you and have always been interested in the preoccupation with self pleasure. I heard Humans enjoy this often in private."
Brenda understood what was expected of her. She was to pleasure herself in front of him. It was so personal, so private. That's why he chose it as a punishment. "I take it you want to learn more about it."
"The more I learn the more freedom you get. If I am satisfied with your lesson I'll consider Terra's education and if you teach me enough over the next few weeks she may live with a family again." He sat down across from her and crossed his legs waiting. "Be descriptive if need be. Tell me how you feel while pleasuring yourself."
She closed her eyes trying to come up with some fantasy that would block out this event while at the same time satisfying this monster before her.
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