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Lizaan

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some vorta from the past week!! the pinkish one is lizaan 1, the first clone of lizaan’s line. i’ve written about him a few times. I’ve drawn lizaan before but he looks a bit different now. these drawings are of him during training.

the more purple vorta is his most trusted ally/childhood best friend(???) marza. i’ve never drawn her before but she was in some of the stories I wrote for dominionweek. they’re whispering about something, or someone. they’re trying their best and they’re both a little bit awful, both in a teenager way and a vorta way. they are very much products of their environment and i love them dearly.

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the sweetest things - lizaane - T, one-shot - Hermione Granger is awake in the middle of the night, stealing candies. Draco founds out, among other things.

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Today we chatted to Dr Johannes van Waart and Lizaane van Waart from Wijnland Fertility Clinic on the subject of Miscarriage and their Miscarriage Support Clinic. (at Fertility Solutions) https://www.instagram.com/p/CD383vjBGA9/?igshid=1aeqjpw3or55v

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Lizaan

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i finally got around to drawing my vorta oc!! this is lizaan, 3rd of his line, faithful servant of the founders and blank stare king. i haven’t yet decided if he’s a diplomat or like, an attendant for a particular founder. either way, he is customer service smiling his way through life.

here he is without the green lighting:

also this is is his shirt i found the image on @enbygesserit ’s vorta clothing pinterest board, which is full of lots of cool vorta clothing inspo ((:

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Lizaan

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Lizaan

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This is my second entry for Dominionweek!! It’s for the prompts Culture Shock and Cuisine.

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Lizaan’s eyes widened when the taste of the cold food hit his tongue. It was… vibrant, to say the least. Kexera smiled at the expression of surprise that must have been on his face.

It tastes like rippleberries, all sweet and tangy, and yet the texture was completely new. It was creamy and wonderful, and it was also extremely cold. The temperature made his front teeth sort of ache, so he moved the substance towards the back of his mouth to chew with his molars. It began to melt on his tongue before he swallowed it. It was divine.

“What did you call this again?” he asked Kexera as he scooped another chunk out of the bowl with his spoon.

“It’s called ice cream,” the grinning Betazoid replied. “It’s a traditional human desert. The contraption I used to make it was also invented by the humans. It can turn just about anything into ice cream, with some dairy products added in to give it the right texture.”

“It’s amazing,” Lizaan said emphatically. When the Founder had instructed him to mingle with the natives of Betazed, he certainly hadn’t expected this. In fact, most of Betazoids he’d interacted with so far had either been frosty or irritatingly obsequious towards him. He had no idea why Kexera was being so kind. She had gone through all this trouble, risking the ire of her peers for associating with him, just to do things like make him ice cream that he’d actually be able to taste. It was a bit suspicious, actually. She certainly wasn’t this welcoming to the other Vorta in their delegation. But it was hard to be cynical about Kexera’s intentions with a spoonful of rippleberry ice cream in his mouth.

“I’m glad you think so,” Kexera said. “Actually, could I try some? I’ve never heard of this rippleberry you like so much.”

Lizaan nodded and passed her the bowl. It was now about half-full of the smooth light purple substance called ice cream. “You’ve likely never heard of it because it only grows in Dominion space,” he told her as she went to get herself a spoon.

As she ate her spoonful, her expression seemed pensive. Lizaan wondered idly if she’d like it.

“It’s… good,” she seemed to decide after a moment of contemplation. “Odd, but good.”

He sort of wanted to tell her about the rippleberry groves on Kurill Prime, but he knew that would be giving up too much. As nice as Kexera was, she was still technically the enemy, and he didn’t yet know what she wanted from him. After all, Lizaan knew that such kindness never came without a motive, without a price.

Even so, when she grinned at him, he couldn’t help but smile back. Lizaan told himself that this was a good thing. Kexera was a well-respected diplomat. She could be very useful to the Dominion. Perhaps this amicability could be forged into an alliance. Lizaan very much hoped so.

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IT’S DOMINIONWEEK!! This is my entry for the first prompt Paranoia.

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Lizaan scowled at the four little purple berries he’d found hidden in his sleeping area. This was the fifth time in as many days that he’d found rippleberries planted in his bunk.

When Lizaan’s cohort had been brought to Kurill Prime for the first time for a short outing as a reward for their hard work so far, they’d been expressly forbidden from taking anything home with them. Being found with such contraband was punishable with termination.

Someone had it out for him. Lizaan just knew it. But Lizaan was not going to die today. Especially not for something he hadn’t even done.

Today had been cutting it close, too. If he’d been just an hour later, the rippleberries surely would have been found when the instructor conducted the room searches that were scheduled for tonight. Not that Lizaan knew anything about the instructor’s schedule, because Lizaan would never have dared to sneak a glance at the instructor’s desk the last time he was in his office. Definitely not.

He scooped the rippleberries up and slipped them into his pocket. He needed to find somewhere he could safely dispose of them. He couldn’t risk just putting them in the trash, because he was fairly certain that the Aspirants’ garbage was “randomly” searched, too. But he also couldn’t just eat them, because that was against the rules. Someone was already trying to make him look guilty by planting the stolen rippleberries in his bunk. Lizaan wasn’t about to help them by incriminating himself. He considered reporting this to the instructor, but he figured this was probably something he had to take care of on his own. While he couldn’t risk incriminating himself, he also couldn’t afford to make himself look weak and incompetent.

He slipped through the corridors on quiet feet, heading in the direction of the Science Wing. Attendant Aspirants technically weren’t allowed there, but the instructor didn’t seem to care too much as long as it wasn’t a regular habit and they didn’t get caught without a good excuse.

Making sure he was securely in one of the few camera blind spots in the corridor, he took off his right boot and removed the sole. He took out the “borrowed” key card that he hid under there, put his shoe back on, and walked the rest of the way to the locked Science Wing door. He swiped the card along the locking mechanism, and the doors opened with a soft whoosh. The key card had been given to him by Marza, one of the Science Aspirants, and he’d given her a key card to the Attendant Aspirant Wing. Not that Marza had much use for it, not like Lizaan needed the Science Wing card. It was simply a nice thing to have, just in case.

The two had formed a sort of alliance. Marza was brilliant and Lizaan was quite competent and rather clever in his own right. They each figured that they both had a decent shot at reaching maturity, so forging an alliance early would likely be mutually beneficial in the future.

It also helped that Marza wasn’t competition. Lizaan had avoided making alliances with the others in his cohort. This left him somewhat vulnerable, but that was better than the alternative. Lizaan was a quick learner, and one of the first lessons he’d learned in his Aspirant training was that having an attachment to the others in his cohort was not a good idea. So Lizaan had gotten used to being the easy target with no one to back him up but himself, and he adapted. But that didn’t make it any less tiresome. So knowing that Marza had his back and he had hers without the looming knowledge  that they’d have to kill each other one day was… quite nice.

Lizaan made his way to one of the laboratories, listening for the sounds of footsteps or doors opening as he went. Once there, he made his way to one of the lab stations. They each had an incinerator attached to clean up any messes. He picked one that he knew didn’t have any sort of hidden spyware and also didn’t belong to Marza, just to be safe, before taking the offending rippleberries and dropping them in unceremoniously. He tapped the button to turn the incinerator on for a few seconds, then pressed it again to shut it off. He leaned over a bit to inspect the ashes, and, once satisfied, pressed another button that emptied the ashes into an unseen garbage receptacle. He used the screen attached to the station to wipe the record of his unauthorized use of the incinerator. He probably didn’t do as good a job as a Science Aspirant might have, but it should hold up. Then, he turned on his heel and left the Science Wing as quickly as he could without looking suspicious.

He hurried back to his dormitory. He wanted to get there before the instructor had a chance to go through it, and if his estimation was right, he only had a few minutes. He picked up the pace to a brisk walk and only slowed a bit when he was close. Once he was back in his dormitory, he dug through his belongings again to make sure no one had planted anything again while he was gone. When he was sure there was nothing, he put everything back where it was supposed to be. The room was empty, the other Aspirants all making use of their preciously limited free time by studying in the classroom or, more likely, sneaking around and engaging in activities similar to his own. Yet, he still felt as though he was being watched. These days, there was always a tingling sensation on the back of his neck. He always felt eyes on him, whether they belonged to his rivals, his instructor, the surveillance system, or just nothing at all. Wherever he went in the cloning facility that seemed to shrink in on him each day, he never felt truly alone. In an attempt to escape the feeling of being watched in an empty room, as well as to not look suspicious, or at least no more suspicious than usual, he grabbed his pad from the drawer under his bunk and headed to the classroom to “study” as well.

He sat down at one of the desks a reasonable distance away from the other Aspirants who all had their heads down and their noses in a pad. The room was silent except for him moving around. No one even looked up at him, yet the feeling of eyes remained. He felt uneasy disrupting the silence. Once he sat down and settled in, the quiet was restored, and he breathed an inaudible little sigh of relief. He selected a history reading on his pad. Privately, he considered the sacred history texts to be his favorites, and he certainly didn’t need to brush up on them at the moment. However, he wasn’t actually there to study.

His gaze rested on the words on his pad without registering what they said as he ran through the mental list he’d been compiling of possible suspects. The most likely culprit was Torin. She was sly and ruthless and certainly had no love for Lizaan. Kazo was also a suspect. He had always been perfectly amicable towards Lizaan for no apparent reason. Lizaan didn’t know how it was in other cohorts, but the Aspirants of Lizaan’s cohort were frostily neutral towards each other at best and downright hostile at worst. Kazo’s civility was anomalous and highly suspect. Then again, no one in Lizaan’s cohort was exactly trustworthy. It could’ve been any one of them.

Lizaan glanced around the room without moving his head, watching the others. He’d have to do more reconnaissance. Maybe he could trade something with Marza for a few small cameras so he could catch his enemy in the act. Afterwards, he’d figure out how to strike back. This enemy wanted to take him out with underhanded sabotage. Well, two could play at that game. Lizaan returned his gaze to his pad, but his mind remained elsewhere as he began to scheme. It wasn’t revenge he was after. Not exactly. He just knew he had to get rid of his enemy before they succeeded in getting rid of him.

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On episode 3 of Dominionweek: Self-Discovery!! Lizaan 3 discovers himself and hates it.

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“Lizaan?”

Lizaan’s brow furrowed slightly in confusion as he turned towards the source of the unfamiliar voice calling his name. He was met with an older woman who had greying black hair. Lizaan guessed by her dark eyes that she was Betazoid. The Founder he served, Overseer, had told him that there would be Federation representatives at this diplomatic meeting, but it was still a surprise. He hadn’t seen a member of a Federation species since the Dominion War, a lifetime ago. This woman must’ve been one of the Federation ambassadors. Her expression was stricken.

Lizaan wondered what was wrong with her as he politely replied, “Yes? How may I help you?”

The woman ignored his question. “Lizaan? Is that really you? I thought they’d for sure have…” she trailed off, seemingly unable to finish the sentence. “If I had known you were alive, I’d have tried to rescue you.” She looked so, so sad at the sight of him, yet also hopeful, and he hadn’t the foggiest clue as to why.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but do I know you?” he asked as gently as he could.

Now the strange woman seemed shocked. “Lizaan, it’s me. It’s Kexera. Don’t you remember?”

Lizaan frowned, trying to recall that name, but his memory came up blank. There was nothing.

“I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I don’t remember you. Perhaps you could explain where you know me from?” he suggested helpfully. After all, there weren’t many places a Federation citizen could know a Vorta from these days.

The woman, Kexera, looked perplexed. “We met on Betazed, during the Dominion War. We were good friends. Don’t you remember?” Her expression morphed into a fierce glare as her tone turned accusatory. “What did they do to you? Why don’t you remember?”

“Oh, that wasn’t me,” he explained easily, his tone placating as he attempted to diffuse Kexera’s sudden fury. “That was my previous iteration, Lizaan 2. I am his successor, Lizaan 3.”

Kexera’s expression turned haunted. “…What happened to Lizaan 2?” she asked quietly, almost timidly. It struck Lizaan as out of character for the obviously fiery woman. She seemed almost afraid of his answer.

He debated telling the truth, before deciding that answering truthfully wasn’t a security risk as long as he didn’t give away any real details. It’s not as if he knew any real details.

“Lizaan 2 was terminated for crimes against the Dominion,” Lizaan answered matter-of-factly.

Kexera’s expression turned carefully neutral. She almost seemed to steel herself before speaking again. “But I thought Vorta retained the memories of their predecessors. So why don’t you remember me?”

Lizaan averted his gaze, his expression no doubt giving away his immense shame. “Lizaan 2’s crimes were deemed so heinous that his predecessor had to be cleansed of their memory, so that they could no longer corrupt the line.”

Kexera’s indifferent facade cracked and raw heartbreak shone through. Whatever hope had glimmered in her eyes was smothered.

“So it wasn’t enough to just murder him, they had to kill his memory, too,” she murmured bitterly, seeming to be talking to herself. Lizaan wondered at her evident care for his predecessor, before the pieces began to fall into place. She seemed to know of Lizaan 2’s fate before he told her. She seemed to know what happened.

He knew he shouldn’t ask. The memories had been removed for a reason. They had been excised because they were cancerous and couldn’t be allowed to spread to the next Lizaan. But he had to know. He had to know what he had done. He had to know if filling in the gaps in his memory would finally allow him to atone for his unknown crime. He had to see if that would finally bring him peace.

“Wait,” he started, slowly, lowering his voice so the surrounding delegates wouldn’t hear. “You knew Lizaan 2. Do you- do you know what he did? Could- could you… tell me?”

Kexera looked at him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. He didn’t know what she was looking for, but she seemed to have found it because she nodded ever so slightly. “It’s not safe here,” she stated quietly. “Meet me in the gender-neutral bathrooms in the eastern wing in ten minutes. I’ll tell you what happened to him then.”

They parted ways after that. Lizaan went back to mingling and smiling at the other delegates. Most of them seemed skittish around the Dominion representatives, to say the least. It was understandable, if rather unfortunate. Lizaan hoped that one day these people would come to understand the blessing that was the Founders’ Sacred Order.

After nine minutes were up, Lizaan politely excused himself and headed towards the bathrooms.

When he arrived, Kexera was already there. She was washing her hands in the sink and didn’t look up at him. He walked right past her without glancing her way and locked himself into a stall. He pulled a small, easily-concealed tricorder from the folds of his shirt to scan for any bugs within the room. Once he was sure there were none, he came out of the stall.

Making eye contact with Kexera in the large mirror, he asked in an even tone, “What did my predecessor do?”

And Kexera told him.

As she spoke, Lizaan watched his expression in the mirror grow more and more horrified. Kexera told him of a rebel sympathizer who allowed himself to be charmed by Kexera into betraying the Dominion and aiding the enemy by feeding information to Starfleet Intelligence.

Lizaan was beyond disgusted with himself. How could he have done this? He could hardly believe it. Lizaan 2 sounded like a stranger. Lizaan felt sick. The bathroom seemed to be getting smaller and smaller. He could hardly breathe. He had to get out.

Lizaan turned on his heel and nearly ran for the door, ignoring Kexera’s grief-stricken expression in the mirror. The worst part was, he couldn’t even find it in himself to be angry with her. It wasn’t her fault he’d been so weak, so degenerate, so corrupt. He had only himself to blame. He knew better. He should’ve been better. He had no idea how he could even begin to be able to fix this. He didn’t know how he could ever be worthy of Overseer’s mercy.

The thought of Overseer brought a bit of clarity to Lizaan’s racing thoughts. He had to get a hold of himself. He focused on taking long, shaking breaths in through his nose and then out through his mouth.

He had to report this to Overseer. Keeping his horrible newfound knowledge that he wasn’t supposed to have a secret wouldn’t end well, and certainly wouldn’t further his goal of atonement. He didn’t know what they would think of this, and it certainly wasn’t his place to speculate. He didn’t know if they’d even care. But he knew that if he kept this information a secret, it would eat him alive.

Plus, Kexera had said that Lizaan 2 had never given up his accomplices. Even if the war was long over and it didn’t really matter anymore, perhaps being able to give Overseer one name could be a step towards forgiveness and proving that he could be trusted again. But given the enormity of his transgressions, he doubted it. When he had wondered what Lizaan 2 possibly could have done, he never, in one hundred years, would’ve imagined anything as physically sickening as betraying the Founder he served. And for what? The friendship of some random Betazoid, the enemy? Lizaan wondered bitterly if it had been worth it to Lizaan 2.

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Lizaan

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It’s Day 6 of Dominionweek!! I skipped yesterday because I was absorbed in crocheting, but I’m back now!! Enjoy today’s prompt, which is Sacrifice!!

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Everything had happened so quickly.

There had been sudden movement, a flash of metal in the sun, and Lizaan barely registered that he was throwing himself in front of the Founder as a shot rang out. Everything had moved so fast that it made his head spin. Or perhaps that was the blood loss.

Lizaan was now laying flat on the ground, the marble floor cold against his back. The back of his head hurt a bit from the fall. But that pain was quickly overshadowed by the burning in his chest. He lifted the hand he had pressed against it and saw it was stained a darker purple than usual. It must’ve been a projectile weapon as opposed to a phaser, then. Phaser wounds didn’t bleed, they cauterized. He wheezed a bit and his hand fell back. For all the burning in his chest, the rest of his body was awfully cold.

Lizaan’s gaze drifted up and he saw the Founder looking down on him dispassionately, haloed by the alien sun above. His lips twitched up a little as familiar wonder bubbled up inside of him, delirium and shock causing him to liken the image above him to the ones he had seen in photos of stained glass windows in the human temples, displaying their false gods and prophets. Was that blasphemy? That was probably blasphemy. He should stop, immediately.

Lizaan wondered if the projectile weapon would’ve been able to even injure the Founder, but he found that didn’t care. 

That didn’t matter. What mattered was that nothing should so much as attempt to harm a Founder, and it was Lizaan’s job to ensure that.

He let a strange calm settle over his mind and muddle his thoughts. He was deaf to the panic and commotion from the crowd. As his consciousness began to drift away, he could’ve sworn he heard a quiet, toneless voice in the back of his mind.

“Well done, good and faithful servant.”

Lizaan let his eyes fall shut.

“Rest now.”

Lizaan did.

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It’s Day 4 of Dominionweek!! Today’s prompt is Family. This one is probably my favorite even though it’s a bit short. (:

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It was graduation day. Lizaan was incredibly excited. He’d made it. He was officially a full-fledged Attendant. He could hardly keep the grin off his face. The relief he felt was so sharp it made him feel lightheaded. He made it.

It was almost enough to allow him ignore the conspicuous absence of the other members of his cohort. It was strange, being without them. They’d been with him all his life, and now he stood alone in his triumph. It was… a surprisingly unpleasant feeling. He… he missed them. Even Torin.

In the end, it had come down to Lizaan and Vivlon. In the end, there had been no tricks, no treachery. Vivlon had made a mistake. Lizaan hadn’t. It had been as simple as that. Lizaan wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. He didn’t feel regret. He didn’t. He didn’t. He’d just keep telling himself that until it was true.

As soon as they were away from the piercing gazed of the instructors, he and Marza were grinning at each other like loons. They made it!

It was their last night at the cloning facility. First thing tomorrow morning, they’d be going their separate ways to their new postings. But tonight, they were celebrating. They sat in one of the now empty classrooms with a big bowl of rippleberries and kava nuts. Usually, they weren’t allowed to indulge like this, but tonight they had been given a reward for their success.

They chattered in excitement, talking about the future that finally seemed within reach. Lizaan couldn’t stop smiling. He felt giddy. As long as he kept looking at Marza, the cold feeling that had settled in his chest as Vivlon was led away felt easier to breathe around.

When the Diplomat graduate poked his head in to ask carefully if he could join them, the pair only hesitated for a second before waving him over. Lizaan remembered from the graduation ceremony that his name was Kezen. Lizaan and Marza didn’t know him that well, but in that moment, they decided, just for tonight, that didn’t matter.

Soon enough, all the graduates were gathered in that classroom, talking and even sometimes laughing a little around the bowl of food. Their hands shook ever so slightly with leftover adrenaline and disbelief. Their smiles were tentative, but they were there. No one acknowledged how they’d all been driven from their dormitories by the suddenly unbearable silence. They simply basked in the presence of their fellow survivors. Lizaan hadn’t felt such camaraderie since he was little.