sixthweyoun

[sixthweyoun]

My favorite relationship dynamic in fiction is a worshipper and their God. Not a literal God, but their God. The only thing in the whole world that matters to them. I will live for you, I would die for you, I would kill for you. My only moral compass is You. You can do no wrong in my eyes and I will never stray from your side. I was born to meet you and to love you. You are the only being I pray to. Your life isn’t just my passion, it’s my religion. You don’t think you’re anything special but you don’t see what I see. You don’t see that you’re the only person who’s ever made me feel this way. You don’t understand how beautiful you are to me and I will devote my entire life to making you understand and accept it.

[sixthweyoun]

Rivan brushed off the concern. "The Founder's five-hour regeneration period ought to be— is," he corrected himself, "perfectly sufficient." It wasn't sufficient, but it had to be. They hadn't instituted a new protocol yet, and it certainly wasn't his place to say whether they should.

Not wanting to overstep and criticize the one he served too harshly, he attempted to change the subject. "Weyoun said today that I've made progress in data organization and record keeping. I think the one I serve will be pleased," he said quietly, with a somewhat forced smile.

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Odo was... Concerned. After two weeks or so on the Station, Rivan was beginning to look awfully run down. It wasn't, technically speaking, his problem. Rivan wasn't his attendant, and his interference wasn't likely to be all that appreciated. But he couldn't just ignore it.

He caught him at the end of a lesson. Odo interrupted, gave Weyoun an affectionate and apologetic touch, and then requested, "Rivan? I'd like to speak to you for a moment, if you have nothing that urgently needs your attention."

[sixthweyoun]

Rivan chirped in surprise at Odo's acknowledgement. Odo didn't address him often, which he interpreted as fear of impropriety, whether or not that was the reason, but his Blessed Attendant continuously praised his gentle and reasonable leadership. To be addressed by Odo, when it happened, was a privilege he eagerly awaited.

"You honor me with your invitation, Weiyaita," he answered, following the standard formula, more or less. The absence of Ceremonial still bothered him. "The one I serve will excuse an absence at your behest. What do you require of me?"

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Odo was... Concerned. After two weeks or so on the Station, Rivan was beginning to look awfully run down. It wasn't, technically speaking, his problem. Rivan wasn't his attendant, and his interference wasn't likely to be all that appreciated. But he couldn't just ignore it.

He caught him at the end of a lesson. Odo interrupted, gave Weyoun an affectionate and apologetic touch, and then requested, "Rivan? I'd like to speak to you for a moment, if you have nothing that urgently needs your attention."

[sixthweyoun]

Weyoun nodded, still a little overwhelmed by how much this differed from what he expected to happen. He'd been activated in a hurry, and his brain wasn't yet developed enough to hold several lifetimes of memory— to be honest, the more he thought about it, the more it gave him a headache. But he knew enough to know that this Founder was one he'd served before. A Blessed bond. Every time he lifted his eyes from the floor to look up at Odo, he could feel it filling him with warmth.

"Generally, memories aren't implanted until the subject has matured," the technician said quietly, looking like he was about to wet his pants. "The process is a bit... finicky at this developmental stage. Unique handling preferences, specialized training... that'll all take a while to reintegrate. Again, one ap—"

Vanath cut him off with a sharp glare. "If you need to discuss the particulars, you can discuss them with the Founder alone," she said sternly before placing a protective hand on the little Weyoun's shoulders. "It'll be alright. I've always taken good care of you, shiysa."

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Weyoun-7b had died peacefully, just as Weyoun-6 before him. His Beloved Founder had made absolutely sure of that, given him a comfortable place to spend his final days and sat with him day and night, even regenerating next to Weyoun's own sleeping form.

It had become Vanath's own responsibility to contact nearby facilities in hopes that one of them would have a Weyoun in cryo. There were four facilities reasonably close to their location. Only one of them had what was requested.

"...Kind of," the facility head had told her.

Vanath was taken off guard. "What do you mean, kind of? Either you have a Weyoun iteration ready to be activated or you don't," she said, her voice a bit cold as she lamented the slippage of standards so far out from Kurill Prime.

"What I mean," the facility head answered, "is yes, we do have a Weyoun, but no, he's not finished developing."

"Is he viable?" Vanath asked. She did not want the Founder she served to be without his Attendant any longer than he had to be. A viable clone, even one a few years out from being service-ready, would be better than nothing.

The facility head paused. "Well, yes, but--"

"Is he viable," Vanath repeated.

"He is. But I feel the need to warn you that he's far from ready for dep--"

"Prep him for memory implantation and deployment. This is an order from the Ineffable."

And so the ship went along its appointed course, and a mere few light-years away, a very young Weyoun was being prepared to open his eyes for the first time.

[sixthweyoun]

Weyoun teared up at the sudden sunburst of approval and care that Odo's gentle affection brought with it. He was all mixed up inside— memories of two lifetimes of love and kindness mingled with Aspirant-level conditioning to create a very confusing picture of what was going on.

"Founder, when the head of this facility informed me he wasn't ready for activation, I assumed he'd be a year or two out. Not..." Vanath trailed off, not wanting to make this small Weyoun feel even worse about himself. "I suppose it doesn't matter," she said with a smile. "He's still our Weyoun, and we'll give him the best possible place to grow up."

She handed over the glass, watching as Weyoun accepted it with a less polished version of the grace and humility she'd come to expect of him. "Thank you, Founder," he said with a bow of his head, then a smaller bow in her direction. "And thank you as well, Onashuro'taima." He gave Odo another anxious look. He trusted Odo so much, even if his young mind wasn't really capable of understanding why yet. "One was afraid that one would be terminated," he answered, quiet and soft-spoken as Attendant conditioning demanded.

The geneticist looked down guiltily. "This servant never stated that Weyoun-8b would be terminated," he said, tail wrapping more tightly around his legs. "It's clear that this line is very dear to the Founder. A Blessed Attendant?"

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Weyoun-7b had died peacefully, just as Weyoun-6 before him. His Beloved Founder had made absolutely sure of that, given him a comfortable place to spend his final days and sat with him day and night, even regenerating next to Weyoun's own sleeping form.

It had become Vanath's own responsibility to contact nearby facilities in hopes that one of them would have a Weyoun in cryo. There were four facilities reasonably close to their location. Only one of them had what was requested.

"...Kind of," the facility head had told her.

Vanath was taken off guard. "What do you mean, kind of? Either you have a Weyoun iteration ready to be activated or you don't," she said, her voice a bit cold as she lamented the slippage of standards so far out from Kurill Prime.

"What I mean," the facility head answered, "is yes, we do have a Weyoun, but no, he's not finished developing."

"Is he viable?" Vanath asked. She did not want the Founder she served to be without his Attendant any longer than he had to be. A viable clone, even one a few years out from being service-ready, would be better than nothing.

The facility head paused. "Well, yes, but--"

"Is he viable," Vanath repeated.

"He is. But I feel the need to warn you that he's far from ready for dep--"

"Prep him for memory implantation and deployment. This is an order from the Ineffable."

And so the ship went along its appointed course, and a mere few light-years away, a very young Weyoun was being prepared to open his eyes for the first time.

[sixthweyoun]

The geneticist took a deep breath. It was so tempting to say something that began with Vanath insisted— to implicate her in this error. But she had been so earnest, and wouldn't have done this if there had been any other option. "He has been. But it's highly unlikely that he'll be able to serve to the capacity that the Founder may be used to," he answered.

Weyoun looked up at his Beloved with big, luminous eyes. He knew, thanks to the memory upload, that this Founder was important in a way that went beyond what his conditioning told him. But those memories were from another Weyoun, and they made his head hurt a little.

He shook his head. "...Are you here to take me home, Founder?" he asked, embarrassed at hearing the squeaky voice that came from his body. "They keep saying I—" he paused, the pre-activation conditioning forcing his speech into the more formal pattern he was meant to use before his Gods— "they keep saying that this servant isn't right. One hopes that one isn't a disappointment."

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Weyoun-7b had died peacefully, just as Weyoun-6 before him. His Beloved Founder had made absolutely sure of that, given him a comfortable place to spend his final days and sat with him day and night, even regenerating next to Weyoun's own sleeping form.

It had become Vanath's own responsibility to contact nearby facilities in hopes that one of them would have a Weyoun in cryo. There were four facilities reasonably close to their location. Only one of them had what was requested.

"...Kind of," the facility head had told her.

Vanath was taken off guard. "What do you mean, kind of? Either you have a Weyoun iteration ready to be activated or you don't," she said, her voice a bit cold as she lamented the slippage of standards so far out from Kurill Prime.

"What I mean," the facility head answered, "is yes, we do have a Weyoun, but no, he's not finished developing."

"Is he viable?" Vanath asked. She did not want the Founder she served to be without his Attendant any longer than he had to be. A viable clone, even one a few years out from being service-ready, would be better than nothing.

The facility head paused. "Well, yes, but--"

"Is he viable," Vanath repeated.

"He is. But I feel the need to warn you that he's far from ready for dep--"

"Prep him for memory implantation and deployment. This is an order from the Ineffable."

And so the ship went along its appointed course, and a mere few light-years away, a very young Weyoun was being prepared to open his eyes for the first time.

[sixthweyoun]

Semi-plotted starter for @constable

Weyoun-7b had died peacefully, just as Weyoun-6 before him. His Beloved Founder had made absolutely sure of that, given him a comfortable place to spend his final days and sat with him day and night, even regenerating next to Weyoun's own sleeping form.

It had become Vanath's own responsibility to contact nearby facilities in hopes that one of them would have a Weyoun in cryo. There were four facilities reasonably close to their location. Only one of them had what was requested.

"...Kind of," the facility head had told her.

Vanath was taken off guard. "What do you mean, kind of? Either you have a Weyoun iteration ready to be activated or you don't," she said, her voice a bit cold as she lamented the slippage of standards so far out from Kurill Prime.

"What I mean," the facility head answered, "is yes, we do have a Weyoun, but no, he's not finished developing."

"Is he viable?" Vanath asked. She did not want the Founder she served to be without his Attendant any longer than he had to be. A viable clone, even one a few years out from being service-ready, would be better than nothing.

The facility head paused. "Well, yes, but--"

"Is he viable," Vanath repeated.

"He is. But I feel the need to warn you that he's far from ready for dep--"

"Prep him for memory implantation and deployment. This is an order from the Ineffable."

And so the ship went along its appointed course, and a mere few light-years away, a very young Weyoun was being prepared to open his eyes for the first time.

[sixthweyoun]

Rivan gave a small, anxious chirp as the Founder came close to him. They'd never done this before, preferring to allow his field mentor to address the peculiarities of solid emotion. To have them attempt to comfort him themself... it was unexpected, but deeply appreciated. His gratitude shone through the pseudo-Link without him even having to express it.

One is sorry for the disturbance, he transmitted, wrapping his tail— still puffed up from the night terror he'd just experienced— around his legs in deference. The Founder is welcome to return to regeneration if this servant is not needed for anything.

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It wasn't the first time that they had seen Rivan upset. No, it was the fifth. Or, perhaps, the fourth, if they were to disregard the most minor of the four previous incidents. Mostly, they'd chosen to let Weyoun comfort and set to rights the younger Vorta, but now... Well. They didn't want him to leave, and more than that, they didn't want to send him away, or to make him feel as though this flaw was reason enough to be sent away, for any longer than it took to calm down. They had the sense that Rivan may need a review in the steadfastness of the bond between Founder and beloved attendant.

Stay. They gave the impression through a gentle touch--two fingers brushing away a tear. Then, shoving aside reservations about impropriety and undue affection, they slowly and deliberately drew Rivan closer into an embrace. They didn't use words to express anything else yet, but they hoped that their love and forgiveness was evident through the pseudo-Link initiated by their touch.

[sixthweyoun]

I love a character raised to be a weapon as much as the next guy. But what really gets me is a character raised to be a shield. Who can’t fathom being needed—or even being wanted— beyond keeping others safe. Who believe they are alive only to insure someone doesn’t die. no matter the cost. Characters who self-sacrifice not because they think they deserve it, but because no one else does deserve it, and it’s their job to protect.

Characters who’ve been told that’s why your important. Your worth something because this other person/ thing is important, and you are here solely to keep them safe.

Bonus points if it’s not a legitimate job they’ve been given. Maybe at one point it was, but now that they are free from it, they haven’t given up that mentality. No one is forcing or asking them to do this, but they need to. They need to in order to be deserving.

[sixthweyoun]

This is canon to sixthweyoun btw

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Weyoun 6 (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Weyoun 6 lives, debriefing, Federation Critical Summary:

Weyoun 6 gets debriefed after defecting from the Dominion. It’s not a fun time for him.

Written as part of Dominion Week 2024 (25 August - Battle of Wills) and, as is traditional, posted the night before the challenge officially starts.

[sixthweyoun]

Weyoun startled and awoke immediately, smoothing a few wrinkles in his jacket. "The Voice to whom this servant is Blessed to attend—" the word Blessed being pronounced in such a way that a complete foreigner to Dominion ways would have been able to pick up on its importance— "is almost certainly expecting her Attendant to respond. One will do so, with the Founder's consent?"

Asking Odo's consent was mostly a formality— a necessary one, but a formality all the same— for, of course, the wishes of his Beloved Voice took precedence over all, even the wishes of other Founders. Though, really, to say that was a gross oversimplification. The Founders' needs could not conflict, for their unity was absolute. What appeared to be a conflict to Weyoun was just the straining of a solid mind which could not comprehend the utter synchrony of the Many as One and One as Many.

It was simply that his Beloved Voice's edicts were the code by which he could best live in accordance with that perfection.

He answered the hail, and when the one he served came on screen, his entire demeanor changed. His posture became rigid and still, more rigid and more still than Odo had seen him in the brief time in which they'd known each other. His tail coiled tightly around his legs, as if restraining him in place. And when he bowed, arms open at his sides, he seemed smaller and more vulnerable than he had thus far.

"Beloved Voice!" Weyoun stammered, all trace of assertiveness gone from his tone. "One is honored with this chance to serve. How may this servant be of use?"

The Voice appraised him with a stare that seemed faraway, but Weyoun knew better. Though the eyes of her solid shape were distant, her receptors pierced him like a thousand tiny knives. Then, she saw Odo, and all the tension melted from her.

"You've done well, Weyoun," she said, a sliver of ice in her voice. Her bearing was regal, commanding— one got the sense that command was the very essence of who she was, the understanding she had of herself and the understanding with which she was regarded by the ocean of which she was but one small drop. Weyoun sensed none of this, though. It was not his place. "Leave us. I would speak to the estranged one alone, before we meet upon the shore."

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His beloved Voice had given him an important assignment, and he would not fail.

It was shortly after the reconditioning of Kilana-2, an event which had also served to reinforce to the third of the Weyoun line what his own purpose ought to be— his worth was in his service to the Founders, and foremost to the one who had honored him with the position of Blessed Attendant. And she had taken a special interest in...

In something. She hadn't actually told him, and instead simply claimed that he would know what he was sent to retrieve when he saw it. But it was no matter. He would let his faith guide him. After all, his beloved Voice had given him an important assignment, and he would not fail.

So here he was. On the station referred to as Deep Space 9 by its inhabitants, trying not to think about how much more orderly and efficient things were on a Dominion starbase.

(like the Dominion starbase where he'd served with Kilana, before—)

Keep your mind on your assignment, Weyoun. This is your chance to prove yourself.

And then he saw who he was looking for. It was so obvious. The tall, sort of beige colored entity patrolling the corridor ahead of him was a Founder. He adjusted his pace to catch up, instinctively expecting some form of punishment for exceeding two paces' distance behind, but none came. After a while, he had caught up, and was attempting (with some success) to maintain the standard distance.

How does one get the attention of a god? Especially one who seems to be so unaware of their own divinity that they're working security on a station like this? Touching him seemed impolite. Speaking without being first spoken to seemed even more impolite. So instead he simply did what he would do with the one he served, and waited patiently for the Founder's acknowledgement.

[sixthweyoun]

YES HE DOES.

Me? Hurting myself by watching Treachery, Faith, and the Great River again? Yeah. Poor baby boy deserves the universe.

[sixthweyoun]

Vanath nodded, and once Odo had gone, she cleaned and decontaminated the medbay, placing the body of Weyoun-6 in a cryogenic preservation container for the time being.

Unlike Odo, she didn't have any particular attachment to the body— Weyoun-7b would be waiting for her at the cloning facility, and things would pick up basically where they left off. But the Founder had made his wishes known, and she'd comply. Between their current location and the cloning facility, the ship would make a stop on Xulea IV, where Weyoun-6's mortal form would be consecrated and prepared according to local custom, and the Founder would come away with a diamond pendant as a memento of his dear friend and servant.

After a moment of meditation, she entered the Founder's quarters.

"I thought some company was warranted," she said softly. "For us both."

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Weyoun was reaching the end of his life. Odo could see this--had been seeing this for many months now--and yet he could do absolutely nothing to stop it. Vanath could no longer find anything specific to heal, because Weyoun's body had just... gotten old. The helplessness Odo felt in response to this was indescribable.

Slowly, he reached out and ran his fingers through Weyoun's faded hair. He'd always been physically affectionate with his attendant, but even so, he'd been doing that especially often lately, just to feel him, still alive, still here.

For now.

"Are you warm enough?" he asked, fussing again in a reversal of their usual roles that neither of them particularly cared for.

[sixthweyoun]

Vanath stayed beside Weyoun's lifeless form for a while longer, mostly to support Odo. As a science line, she wasn't the most empathetic or the best at offering emotional support, but she was determined to be that for her Founder in his grief.

"It's not Vorta custom, but the culture of the Dominion is more multifaceted than it may seem. There's a Dominion member civilization with a custom of breaking down the bodies of their dead into carbon, then pressing the carbon into a diamond." Weyoun had actually been the one to tell her about them. He'd mentioned that such a custom was almost declared anathema due to its clear veneration of solid form over dissolution, but a clever Vorta religious engineer had reframed it as an act of worship towards the order of things. "I think Weyoun-6 would have liked that."

She smiled, receiving the Founder's praise and gratitude. "Your pride in me is an honor and a blessing, Founder. I hope to always be worthy of it."

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Weyoun was reaching the end of his life. Odo could see this--had been seeing this for many months now--and yet he could do absolutely nothing to stop it. Vanath could no longer find anything specific to heal, because Weyoun's body had just... gotten old. The helplessness Odo felt in response to this was indescribable.

Slowly, he reached out and ran his fingers through Weyoun's faded hair. He'd always been physically affectionate with his attendant, but even so, he'd been doing that especially often lately, just to feel him, still alive, still here.

For now.

"Are you warm enough?" he asked, fussing again in a reversal of their usual roles that neither of them particularly cared for.

[sixthweyoun]

I will return, Weyoun replied. He breathed as deeply as he could, feeling the heaviness settle into his limbs and his chest. It wouldn't be long now. Not in this body, but I'll be beside you again, like I never left.

This death would be a peaceful one, in a sea of short lives with brutal ends. He was thankful for that. Thankful to be cared for by so many loving hands, the Founder's and Vanath's, even in his body's final moments. Thankful, most of all, for the Founder's gentle and calming presence, which still lingered at the edges of his mind.

Vanath, ever dutiful, monitored his vitals from beside his bed. "Heart rate and brain activity are slowing," she quietly said. "He probably can't hear you, but he should still be telepathically receptive for a little longer."

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Weyoun was reaching the end of his life. Odo could see this--had been seeing this for many months now--and yet he could do absolutely nothing to stop it. Vanath could no longer find anything specific to heal, because Weyoun's body had just... gotten old. The helplessness Odo felt in response to this was indescribable.

Slowly, he reached out and ran his fingers through Weyoun's faded hair. He'd always been physically affectionate with his attendant, but even so, he'd been doing that especially often lately, just to feel him, still alive, still here.

For now.

"Are you warm enough?" he asked, fussing again in a reversal of their usual roles that neither of them particularly cared for.

[sixthweyoun]

Weyoun looked down, feeling something somewhere between reverence and embarrassment. This Founder who was and was not Odo seemed concerned. That was not something he'd ever felt from those he served.

"With respect, Founder, you shouldn't worry about me. I'll return anew when my Beloved Voice has need of me again, and the men are... unlikely to listen to you." He took a deep breath. "They see you only as the one who—" Killed one of your own, he thought but didn't say. "But you can't be. You shine with the wisdom and grace of the Ineffable."

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Odo had swapped places with his younger self months ago, and had, at least so far, come to terms with not changing the timeline. But as soon as Weyoun was in his sight... it was so much harder. He watched his attendant for a day or so, and stayed quiet, acting as he was supposed to. But when Weyoun spoke to him, when he requested an audience...

"I have to admit, I find it somewhat disturbing, seeing you working for these Federation people. Letting them order you around. You are a Founder--you should be the one giving the orders."

And oh, his precious Weyoun. He smiled, ever so slightly, his form softening as the mask of his younger self gave way somewhat to the detail of experience. "And I find it somewhat disturbing to see you fulfilling a role so far from what you were trained to do. It doesn't suit you well, Weyoun. The stress is visible." And then he's reaching out, the tips of his fingers just brushing Weyoun's cheek, transferring the gentlest of pride and sympathy and love. "But we each have our burdens to bear."

[sixthweyoun]

Weyoun reached for the hot cocoa— quite a change from when he first arrived, and asked permission before eating or drinking anything in the Founder's presence— and drank slowly, feeling it warm him. "Thank you," he said quietly, bowing his head in gratitude. "Your consideration is a blessing."

A pang of something like regret ran through him when the Founder expressed that he didn't need anything from him at the moment. Had he failed to make himself indispensable? That was the first duty of an Attendant, and he was Founder Odo's Attendant, even if Founder Odo wasn't quite ready to admit it, even to himself.

"You're always welcome in my quarters," he said after some time spent considering his words. It felt foreign, to say such a thing the way one would say it to an equal, but it was the way the Founder felt most comfortable being addressed. Behind Dominion lines, he'd have been much less direct about it, instead offering to perform some task that required him to exist in close proximity to the Founder as a roundabout way of asking if he'd earned the privilege of time spent in his presence. Instead, he took a more direct, more peer-to-peer approach, as uncomfortable as it made him to do so. "Your company would be a blessing too, if you would honor me with it."

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Weyoun sensed Odo's presence before he looked up. He'd been working on a personal project— a memoir of his life in service to the Founders, taking heavy inspiration from the Cardassian repetitive epic form— on Counselor Dax's suggestion, and there was no need for him to feel guilty or ashamed of that, but nonetheless, he quickly stashed the PADD inside a potted plant and bowed in greeting. "Founder," he acknowledged.

Then he saw the hot cocoa, and felt like an idiot. He straightened, clasping his hands behind his back. "Sorry. I was, I was working on something for the counselor, but I always have time for you. To what do I owe the pleasure?"