A/N: A bit weepy this, but now to find out what happened to them after Trill.

"Tobin crossed paths with the Hokkaido a few months later and was both nervous and pleased that they had remembered him. From then on Dax has maintained friendships with the crew to some degree or other," Jadzia said as she finished telling Worf and Martok how Dax had first met the Denobulan Captain, Nameela.

"You still retain the memories of the ambassador and tactical officer?" Martok asked.

Jadzia nodded. "Everything they knew, up to the point they were separated from Tobin."

"Is it similar to the way you can recall your former hosts?" Worf asked.

"Pretty much. It also explains why I get along with Andorians as well as I do," Jadzia replied. "The Hokkaido's mission lasted for five years and in that time they brought fourteen new worlds into the Federation," Jadzia continued. "After the mission, Nameela gave up her commission in Star Fleet to work with Saven in various science exchanges. They found three young children on a joint colony venture two decades later and adopted them. They'd been orphaned in an attack on the colony."

"Who attacked them?" Martok asked, suddenly hoping it wasn't his own people.

"The Romulans," Jadzia replied. "The children who were all about two and three at the time grew up very much loved. A Human girl and two Vulcan boys, Shelley, Kavas, and Takar. Shelley's long gone now but the boys are still alive," Jadzia paused. "I should be the one to tell them about their mother."

"Feel free to use the terminal here whenever you are ready," Martok offered.

"Thank you I will." Jadzia replied with a small smile. "Saven's death rocked them pretty hard. He was killed a little over three decades ago on a relief mission in the Alpha Centauri system." Jadzia paused to wipe a stray tear away. "Nameela was devastated. Curzon spent almost two months with her consoling her over her loss. When the Borg threat surfaced Star Fleet recommissioned Nameela as a captain. They were going to try diplomacy at first, but...you know how that went."

"Indeed," growled Worf.

"I'm ready to inform them about their mother," Jadzia stated suddenly. Martok and Worf rose up to give her some privacy. As they were leaving Martok asked Jadzia what should be done about Nameela's body. "The boys are probably going to want it so they can bury her next to their father and sister."

"We'll take care of it," Worf assured her as he and Martok left.

Jadzia took a moment to collect herself before turning on the terminal and calling a line she knew well. An older Vulcan man answered and smiled softly when he recognised her. "Hi Kavas, is Takar around by any chance?" Kavas said that Takar was outside tending to his mother's garden and went to fetch him. When both brothers were seated on the other end of the connection Jadzia spoke. "I'm calling personally to let you know that your mother died in battle...but she made sure to take as many Jem'Hadar with her as she could..."

Takar would answer two months later when Martok took it upon himself to inform the brothers of Jadzia's untimely passing. He spoke with great pride about the honour it had been for him to have known the Trill. Martok also spoke of the brief meeting he'd had with Nameela before she died and how honoured and humbled he'd been to have met her. They thanked Martok for bringing their mother home to them and telling them personally about Jadzia. Having spoken with the two, Martok got a sense of what their father Saven must have been like in life.

Ezri Dax strolled through the gardens of the Federation Headquarters in San Francisco. Things had been tense in the Gamma Quadrant since the end of the Dominion War. Species that had been crushed under the thumbs of the Founders and Dominion were beginning to call out for retribution. At least these battles would be fought in the halls of diplomacy, she sighed to herself.

"Ezri wait up," Chancellor Martok called out to the young woman.

"Hullo Chancellor, I thought I saw you back there," Ezri grinned as she waited for Martok to join her.

"The joys of leadership," Martok growled. "May I escort you somewhere?" he offered.

"I was heading to the Andorian Embassy. I have some files to drop off," she replied eagerly.

"Excellent. I have business there as well," Martok stated offering an arm to the young Trill. Ezri giggled as she took it and Martok patted her hand. "You are still a member of my house," he reminded her fondly.

"I know and I'm honoured," she replied as they walked. "How's Worf?"

"Worf is thriving on Qo'noS as is young Alexander," Martok proclaimed proudly.

"Oh I'm so glad to hear that. Jadzia would be thrilled too," Ezri smiled.

They arrived at the Andorian Embassy and were greeted by an Aenar clerk at the main desk. "Welcome to the Andorian Embassy, how may I assist you?" Ezri nodded for Martok to go first.

"I am Chancellor Martok of the Klingon Empire and I wish to speak to Ambassador Tassek Sarn about arranging peace keeping forces for the Gamma Quadrant. I was told he was the one to talk to," Martok replied in a booming voice. The young clerk nodded and turned her unseeing gaze to Ezri.

"I have files from Deep Space 9 that the Ambassador requested," she replied sweetly.

"Of course Chancellor, Miss. I know that the Ambassador is in the middle of a call to the council on Andoria at the moment but I'll have his aide come and fetch you both momentarily," the young clerk replied. "Please feel free to look around while you wait," she added.

Martok saw Ezri look across the room and become fixed on a display on the far wall. He knew that it was an interactive replica of the Wall of Heroes on Andoria. The Andorian Embassy on Qo'noS had an identical replica that he'd never paid any mind to. He had a feeling that would change as he saw an all too familiar gesture as Ezri came to stand before the display. She reached a shaky hand to her abdomen over the spot where Dax resided.

"Do you remember when we rescued the crew of the Mayweather a few years ago?" Ezri asked when she heard Martok come up behind her. The Aenar clerk had also wandered over having sensed Ezri's distress.

Martok thought for a moment before recalling the rescue. "Yes, the captain was an old friend of yours. You told us how you had met her and her former crew," he replied.

Ezri reached up and touched the display. An etching in ice appeared of four men in their prime, an Andorian and three Humans. "That's the Tribal Trio," Ezri murmured. "They were on a furlough. Jassyk was going to take them ice caving."

Sensing that Ezri was choked with emotion and Martok wanted to know more, the clerk began telling the story. "That is Jassyk of Andoria and his human brothers Lwazi, Ian, and Karal. The ferry they were on to Andoria suffered a catastrophic failure. The bridge was destroyed and the engines were on the verge of meltdown," she said. "According to survivor accounts, the four of them rescued the survivors and got them safely off the ferry. They then managed to keep the ferry from crashing into Andoria by steering it away from our world. They died when the ferry exploded in space. Had it crashed on Andoria the catastrophe would have been much greater."

Martok placed a hand gently on Ezri's shoulder. Ezri meanwhile became someone else as she found her voice again. "Talla went straight to the top and demanded blood samples that Star Fleet had of all four of them. She vowed that she wouldn't leave until she had them. They had no choice but to give her what she wanted."

As Ezri spoke the young clerk sensed the change in personalities and stared directly at her, even though she couldn't see the Trill. She suspected that an old story she'd heard as a child was very much true and that the Trill involved was standing before her, speaking in the voice of the legendary diplomat of nearly two hundred years ago.

"Talla brought the samples home to Andoria and placed them in the wall herself," Ezri continued. "She commissioned the portrait as well from a photo taken a year before they died. They saved the lives of possibly millions of Andorians, and knowing them they didn't even think twice about it."

The clerk sensed another change in personality as did Martok. Martok was familiar with the sudden switches Ezri displayed on occasion, while she had gotten better at controlling the many facets of Dax, she did lapse once in a while. Ezri took on the old soul of Curzon as she continued.

"They weren't only remembered on Andoria. Schools and institutions across Australia and South Africa bear their names. I went...or rather Curzon went on a pilgrimage of sorts to four of them. The Lwazi Silongo School of Indigenous Studies in Pretoria, Karal De Vaal Memorial School in Durban South Africa, Ian Anu Memorial College in Karratha Australia, and even Jassyk School of Interspecies Studies in Sydney. There's a copy of that portrait in the main lobby of each place and the story of their sacrifice," Ezri stated.

Ezri reached up again and touched the icon next to the Tribal Trio. Martok was struck by the beauty of the Andorian woman whose portrait came up. It was a three quarter view with the woman's face turned towards the Tribal Trio. "The evil one," Ezri smiled softly. "It's appropriate that she's watching over the boys for all of eternity." The clerk had sensed another personality swap and knew that Ezri was speaking with great fondness for the heroic Andorian captain. "She gave Tobin fits," Ezri chuckled softly. "Tarran had not liked the idea that Dax had bound them like that. She did forgive Tobin though at the Caves of Mak'ala, when she learned that he'd had no control over what happened. He was so heart broken when he heard that she'd been killed in battle against a Romulan armada. He'd fallen in love with Tarran while they were stuck in the telepathic bond."

The clerk gasped when Ezri confirmed her suspicions. "You're the one, the living memorial. They truly live in you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"They do." Ezri stated calmly, "its how Tobin was able to be happily married to his wife, Alani and still love Tarran from afar. He knew that as long as Dax lived, he could be with Tarran." Ezri paused before becoming assertive again. "Star Fleet didn't even put up a fight when Talla returned for Tarran's blood. Like she did with the boys, she returned the blood home to Andoria and placed it in the Wall of Heroes next to them."

Ambassador Tassek Sarn and his aide had been standing nearby for a while listening to Ezri reminisce. He stepped forward and Martok turned to him. "Chancellor it is an honour," he greeted. Martok bowed his head in return. Ezri turned to face the Ambassador and he swore he saw the legendary Talla and Tarran looking back at him. "You honour us with your presence Dax," he greeted humbly.

Ezri shook her head and Martok smirked. She was gaining control and faced the Ambassador again, this time as Ezri Dax. "Sorry about that. I lose it sometimes when I'm emotionally overwhelmed."

"There's no need to apologise. You knew some of our greatest legends personally," Sarn replied warmly. "It saddens me when I think that most of Ambassador Talla Shran's close colleagues never lived their lives to their natural end. I believe only Hiroko Sato did, as well as the Ambassador herself."

Ezri nodded. "Hiroko was ninety-seven and Talla a hundred and sixty three. Both of them went the same way, peacefully in their sleep." A pause and she continued. "They're all gone now, my friends. There are memorials to them all over the place, I just hadn't seen this one until now though. Thank you," she murmured softly.

The End.