DISCLAIMER:

Author: Wendy.

All characters belong to Paramount Pictures, except the ones created by me for this story (!). The logos that appear on this story also belong to paramount pictures. This story is mine and shall not be copied in anyway. The rites and objects and culture of the Vorta in the first part of this story belong to ROSE. J Sorry I forgot to mention you. L

This story is not here to offend only here for entertainment purposes.

RATING: PG.

SUMMARY:

Weyoun 9 is shocked to discover that he was also abducted by the Sect, and that it was his DNA they used to change Ensign Hamill into a hybrid for military purposes. The founders hid this from him and took the memories of this event. Now that he has the knowledge he plans to do something that will shock everyone on both sides of the wormhole - his plan to clone her as his own offspring...

Weyoun stood in boraths quarters and listened as Borath told him everything he wanted to know about his abduction, the founder’s decision to remove his memories, and when they found out it was the Starfleet’s Ensign Hamill who received his DNA from the Sects’ experiments.

“You were taken from your ship by the Sect, and most of your Jem’Hadar had been killed. Sometime later a scout ship found you dumped on an empty Federation cargo ship, floating aimlessly through space- her crew had gone too. You were barely alive, but we managed to heal you. The Founders, in their wisdom, asked for your memory to be erased of that encounter…”

A long, quiet pause followed, until Borath spoke again.

“I must say I agreed with them considering your state of mind. Your night terrors and flashbacks pushed you to the edge of insanity. In light of this, the Founders thought it best you had your memories purged… it was for your own good Weyoun…” Borath finished softly.

“I see…” Weyoun said quietly, “Well, if it was the will of the founders…”

“Weyoun, we only found out that the young female ensign had your DNA when Keevan captured her for our testing.” Borath cut in.

Weyoun paced boraths quarters back and forth, his arms behind his back “How many DNA samples did you take from her?”

Borath wondered where this conversation was heading “The cloning scientists took ten samples in total.”

“Do you still have the samples?” Weyoun asked.

“Of course we do, we also have the data implant from her which I took after she died. The Sect technology is more advanced than our own, but it would appear that the model we have only works in the host it was given to but we are trying to replicate it and find a way to create ones that will work in our Jem’Hadar, it could make us stronger then before. We could try to take the Alpha Quadrant again…” Borath says smiling.

“Borath, I feel emptiness within me that I have never felt before until she came into being - I now feel incomplete”.

It would appear that your mind and instincts have bonded you to this hybrid Weyoun, you seem to have been experiencing the feelings of a Vorta father.” Borath said looking at Weyoun with great interest.

Weyoun stood up again and gently rubs his hands together “I need to get rid of this terrible feeling” a deep sigh follows “I have made a decision… I am going to get permission from the Founders to have her cloned.”

Borath stands up and walks over to Weyoun. “Weyoun, are you sure?” he asks.

“Yes. The clone will have no memory of who she was, she will be a new being, a new Vorta if you will. But most of all she will be my own flesh and blood. Her new identity will be as my offspring, my daughter Borath!” He said smiling.

“But Weyoun, you’re forgetting something; Ensign Hamill was Keevans‘and she could be again if you are granted permission from the Founders to clone her. The bond between them might still be there, and I am sure Keevan will want to see her…” Borath said to a slightly angered Weyoun.

“But Keevan forced her to be his mate, did he not Borath? Weyoun said with a smirk.

“That may be, but Keevan was madly in love with her, and he still is. I have never known Keevan to feel anything for anyone until she came along. I always thought Keevan had no time for anyone but himself; we all know how devious our keevan is!” Borath said with unease.

“Yes, and look who taught him to be like that, you Borath. That’s why I want him no where near her, I expect you to keep him away. You’re the only one he will listen to. She will no longer be Ensign Hamill the woman, he loves is dead “

“Yes, but the connection might still be there as I pointed out before, Weyoun.”

”Well, it looks like you’ve got your work cut out for you Borath, because I want Keevan to have no contact with her what so ever, be it physical or mental no contact at all got it. The authority poured from Weyoun’s voice. With that, Weyoun left boraths quarters.

“I can’t assure that Weyoun.” Borath says to himself, sitting back down and looking through his psychological files.

*****

“It is so great to see you again Worf!” Kira said.

“I second that!” Dax said, putting her arms around him.

“So how long are you planning on staying Worf?” Kira asks, smiling.

“Just for a week I hope. I thought you could use some help plus I need a rest from my new job for awhile, what with the war with the sect and the Dominion before that, it takes its toll on everyone, even proud Klingons.”

“We have had our fair share of trouble and surprises…” Dax cut in. Worf stops walking and they look at each other for a moment on the Promenade. Worf looks at his two old friends and expresses his thoughts, as Klingons generally did.

“I still would not trust the Dominion, even though they have been our allies during the Sect war. Just because they helped us does not mean we should let our guard down with them. They brought the Alpha quadrant to the brink of collapse once before, who’s to say that they are not preparing for another push into our territory again...”

As Worf finished, he caught a glimpse of Kira’s expression in the corner of his eyes. He noted the offence she had taken to the comments, and his Human upbringing urged him to make amends.

“Of course Odo is not included in this…”

Kira seemed to react positively to this endorsement of her former love. “No offence taken Worf, and no, we are not going to trust them. We will be keeping them at arms length until we know what is going on… Come on, let’s talk over a drink.”

*****

As Weyoun entered the meeting room, he noticed the new head founder was sat at the end of the long conference table. This new Founder was the replacement for the former Founder who now was serving a jail sentence for her part in the Federation-Dominion War.

This new Founder one was not as harsh on her Vorta, but was still very cunning. Weyoun noted that the female Vorta accompanying the Founder was kilana in her usual low cut dress the only vorta that preferred to dress slightly differently.

“Thank you dearest founder for coming so soon to speak with me.” Weyoun said, bowing to her.

“Yes, yes Weyoun...” The Founder had little time for Weyoun’s approach, she always made that plainly obvious. “…now, what is it you want to talk to me about?” the Founder asked.

“Uh, founder… you remember the Starfleet officer, Ensign Hamill, the hybrid created by the Sect…” Weyoun asked sheepishly.

The founder’s reply was immediate and forceful “Of course I do, what about her?”

“The Founders know that I have always given my full loyalty to the cause of the Dominion, but I now find myself motivated on issues of a personal nature; I have knowledge that I too was abducted by the Sect and that this young ensign was given my DNA by them in their experiments.” Weyoun said nervously.

“How do you know this, who told you!” the female founder shouts down at him in anger.

“What is the real reason you got me out here; surely not to just to talk about her.” She began to lower her voice, which made Weyoun lift his head up and say.

“Well, yes and no dear Founder; I would like to know if it is possible to ask for your permission to allow me to have her cloned, as my offspring. I believe she will be a great asset to the Dominion if we were to declare war again on Starfleet and the Federation. In honour of you, my Founder, she shall live to serve you and the Dominion to her best abilities…” Weyoun bows to her again.

The Founder was shocked at Weyouns request, Kilana too looked shocked, was this Ambassador Weyoun talking or someone else. Weyoun was not one for emotions of any kind…

The Founder thought over this for awhile, with the exception of number 6, the Weyoun clone has always been faithful to the Dominion, and as such he is worthy to receive a reward for his undying loyalty to the Founders. This thought above all other swayed her decision.

“Very well Weyoun, you have my permission to clone her…”

A joyous expression filled Weyoun’s face, but the founder interjected to keep his feet fully on the ground…

“…but any sign of her turning on us and she will be terminated without hesitation.”

“As ever Founder, you are graceful in all things.” This Founder was not one who liked Weyoun’s slick, almost oily style, but she never doubted his sincerity. Weyoun bowed before his master before turning to leave the room. Once the sound of his footsteps disappeared into the distance, the founder spun round to face Kilana.

“Kilana, there could be advantages in this for the dominion. Now we just need to try and keep this away from Odo for awhile longer in the great link until we know when it is best to tell him.”

Kilana said nothing; she looked down at the marble floor and rolled her bright blue eyes before turning to leave. leaving the Founder in quiet contemplation of the plans she has just set in motion …

*****

Days pass, and Weyoun’s cloning project was well into its first stages. Weyoun looked on as the cloning scientists worked around the clock in the labs. He was going to be a father in the most unusual way to a person that was human but now, thanks to the interference of the Sect giving her his DNA, she was now to join the Vorta society as his offspring.

He watches as the cloning scientists worked and monitored a small child floating in a tank of yellow liquid. Soon she would be fully grown and ready to take her place at his side, serving the Founders.

A short haired, willowy woman entered the labs and walked up to him.

“Weyoun, Borath said you needed to talk to me…” the woman says to him softly.

“Yes I do Eris, and I would like to thank you for coming out to see me. I would like you to train my daughter to use her empathic powers to the fullest.”

“Weyoun, you know that I normally only do this with enhanced cloned Vorta as a policy, but for you, I’m sure I can make an exception…”

”Thank you Eris, and I can assure you that my daughter shall be - and is - not just any normal Vorta.”

“I know, the subject from whom you are creating your daughter from is far more than her human physiology suggests. The modifications that were made to her by the Sect has made her…” her voice tailed off as she failed to find the right word to describe her thoughts “…an interesting subject within the Dominion.”

A long silence followed…

“I also know that Keevan may well have a claim to her. He did after all link with her”

Weyouns brows furrowed at the mere mention of Keevan’s name “Eris, let’s not mention Keevan again, ever!” Weyoun’s voice pierced the silence of the lab.

Now that the introduction was over, Weyoun was eager to deal with the rest of his issue – today is the day to sort out appropriate attire for his soon-to-be daughter.

“Now I must see Kilana over what dress code my daughter should have.” he then proceeded to walk out when Eris called out to him “Weyoun, why Kilana?” she asks. Weyoun stops and turns to look at her “Well, no offence Eris, but I would like my daughter to look like a woman, and not a man. I do hope you understand. Weyoun laughs then leaves the lab “What a cheek I don’t look like a man I just dress differently.” she says looking herself up and down.

*****

“… yes, Weyoun is in the process of cloning her as we speak…” Borath says to Keevan. Borath felt that Keevan had to know what was happening; despite everything. Keevan had been neglecting his work of late.

Borath tried to understand why Keevan had fallen for a human, or indeed at all. What made the choice even more unusual was that she was a Starfleet officer.

Keevan’s feelings for Sophie were strong, verging on obsession, even possessive. This caused him to do some very unsavoury things to keep her. He had let his bad side overtake him, and now it seemed Keevan was now regretting what he did.

“That’s all I need to know Borath…” the sound of keevans voice shook borath out of thoughts and evaluation on events. Keevan walked away from Borath and stared out of a nearby window. Borath could sense the turmoil in his friend, and decided to press the issue

“Keevan, I have noticed that you have not been yourself lately.” Keevan turned around to look at his friend, his eyes laced with sadness. He let out a sigh, and explained…

”I have been having nightmares over what I did to Sophie; I hurt the person I have ever loved, and now I feel I should be punished…” Keevan hit out at the wall in frustration, the thud of contact echoing through the room.

“I forced myself upon her, I mean she wasn’t going to willingly love me; so what did I do, I got inside her head and made her love me in the worst possible way…”

Keevan tugged at his black curly hair and threw his jacket across the room. Borath couldn’t believe what he was hearing; Keevan is changing, the devious and cold Keevan he knew was disappearing and being replaced by a caring and sensitive Keevan who was showing distinct signs of a guilty conscious. Borath never thought he would ever see this in Keevan. He approached Keevan to try and console him, but Keevan pushed him away and asked to be left alone.

At this point, Borath knew a hasty exit was probably the best option, and left Keevan to agonize over the past; and consider a possible future course of action…

*****

Weyoun awoke with his nerves sending pains through his stomach. The excitement at the prospect of becoming a father was running his every thought. His “daughter” was about to be given life. The cloning lab had just contacted him that morning to give him the good news - she was ready to come out of the tank.

Borath was in his office getting ready to make a check on the clone’s psychological condition when the head cloning scientist entered the office, his face paler then usual.

Borath looks up at him; surprised to see him “Ainloin, what’s the matter?” he asked “Should you not be in the labs next door by now?”

Ainloin was a long-time friend of Borath, and he knew that Ainloin was difficult to pull away from his work at the best of times, and this meant only one thing – something was wrong with the clone…

“I found something wrong with the clone”

Borath comforted himself with the thought that at least he could always judge his friend.

“What have you found wrong with her?”

“The clone is pregnant… in the very early stages, but pregnant nether the less.” Ainloin replied.

Borath gave the impression of someone who expected this news already, which Ainloin picked up on.

“Borath, you don’t seem surprised by this news…” added Ainloin

”No, that’s because I knew that her predecessor was with child also in the early stages, which I also believe no one, not even she knew about it and we wasn’t going to tell her.”

“What you knew all this time, and you never told us. You should have said something. We would have eradicated it… When did you find out?” Ainloin said in anger.

“When we caught her, we performed many tests on her. It was Amren who found out, and I told him not to say anything to anyone - not even you Ainloin.”

“Why?” Ainloin countered in confusion.

“I saw no point.” Borath’s expression hardened “Ainloin, you will not tell anyone.”

“But what about Weyoun and the founders, surely they must be informed.”

Borath stepped closer to Ainloin, his expression deepening still further “Most of all Weyoun and the founders…” He steps away from Ainloin and moves back toward the exit doors.

“What will that achieve?”

“I want Weyoun to get more then he’s bargained for! I will not have him talk about Keevan like he’s dirt anymore.” Borath says smiling. If the founders are told then weyoun will know.

The discussion was cut short by the appearance of Weyoun in the cloning labs, his face beaming with anticipation. As he walks in, he sees Borath and Ainloin in the side office talking. They look up and see him, they enter the main cloning area to greet Weyoun, and Borath goes to a wall mounted com unit and mumbles something, then walks up to Weyoun and greets him.

“Well Weyoun, this is it!” Borath says smiling.

”Yes it is”.

“We just need to wait; someone else is joining us…”

The main entrance doors opened again, and Eris walked into the room. With this, Borath continued.

That’s everyone, we are ready to begin…” he says to them smiling. Weyoun nods as a number of scientists surround the tank. Ainloin walks up to a console nearby, then suddenly the tank begins to drain and it slowly opens. A young naked woman falls out and two assistants catch her in their arms and wrap a gown around her wet slippery pale skin. Then carry her to a chrome table and gently lay her on it.

Ainloin walks up to them with three other scientists and they examine her.

“Vital signs seem to be okay.” Ainloin said. He gently pulls out a tube from her mouth that runs down to the back of her throat that attached the clone to the tank via the systems that was growing and keeping her alive for days.

“Let’s see if she can breathe on her own.” Ainloin said as he finishes pulling out the tube. She begins to move and chokes as she takes a big deep breathe bringing up water.

“Good, she is breathing…” Ainloin adds smiling as the two assistants dry her off and help her sit up.

***

In the solitude of his quarters, Keevan was getting ready to do his daily duties for the Founders when suddenly he felt a coldness running through him like a gush of wind taking his breath away. He jumped back when he sees a white mist that takes the form of Sophie. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Keevan rubbed his eyes and looked again, but she was gone.

“Sophie…” he whispers, and then rushes out of his quarters.

***

Eris walked up to a delighted Weyoun and says “Congratulations Weyoun, you’re a Father!”

Weyoun smiled and puts his hands together.

“Do you have a name for her?” Eris added.

Weyoun looked at her and says “No, I am afraid not. I have no idea what to call her.”

“Oh, do not worry; I am sure you will think of something.” Eris tried to give him confidence in this. Borath walks up to them.

“Weyoun, you should go to her; let her know who you are. Let her know you’re her father!” Borath smiles to him. Weyoun slowly walks up to her, accompanied by Borath, who was ready to take notes on her behaviour towards Weyoun.

Weyoun stood within touching distance of her for what seemed like an eternity. Slowly, she lifts her head up to look at him, her big lavender eyes not unlike his own take in Weyouns image. Her face bore all the likeness of ensign hamill”; her shoulder length hair now black with fine streaks of auburn running through. Her ears were now much bigger and more normal for a Vortas and her lips are the colour of a blood red rose which stuck out from her porcelain face. To Weyoun, she looked confused and nervous of everything and everyone that was going on around her.

Borath beckons Weyoun on to start the bonding process. Weyoun gently grabs hold of her tiny hands, noticing her pinkish nails and holds them in his. Their eyes meet and then she slowly puts her face next to his and starts to smell him.

“This is good…” Borath says quietly “…she is recognizing you by scent, this is common in vorta families...” he noted down every fact he noticed onto his PADD “…she is sensing the blood ties.”

Weyoun does the same to her, and then she stops looks at him and smiles

“You are…” she then stops looking at Weyoun in confusion; he decides to complete her statement and resolve her confusion.

“Your Father… I am your Father… I am the one from which you came.” she then puts her arms around him.

“Father…” she says softly. Borath nods to Weyoun to do the same to her. He smiles and hugs her with all of the emotion he can muster. The bond was now formed between father and daughter. Weyoun was greatly looking forward to getting to know her.

*****

Hours later and Borath had performed a complete set of physical and psychological tests on the new clone. Eris had talked to her about the training that was to come to enable her to harness her empathic powers. Weyoun patiently waited for completion of the tests. Once done, he whisked his daughter off to the Vorta tailors with Kilana in tow. They all look at many dresses for her. The tailor, who makes all clothes for Vorta, walks up to them.

“Have you found a suitable attire yet?” she asked them. Weyoun and Kilana turn round to look at her.

“I am afraid not Tanje…” replied Kilana. Weyoun’s daughter then walked up to them holding a dress in her arms; it was part velvet and part silk at the top in a beautiful shade of soft lilac with swirls of white.

“Father, I like this one; I think it is a beautiful colour.”

She turned to face the tailor “What do you call this shade?”

“Uh, the colour of the dress is called ilisha. It is a rare colour here on Kurill Prime.” Tanje replied smiling.

”Okay, then I will take this dress Tanje.” Weyoun’s voice conveyed the joy he was feeling in his heart.

“Oh, I don’t suppose you have matching boots in that colour by any chance?” Weyoun added. Tanje smiled at him. “I’ll see what I can dig out!”

Sometime later and Weyoun’s daughter tried on her new clothes. It was certainly better than walking around in a lab gown all day.

As she emerges from her room in Weyouns new quarters the founders gave him for both of them to live together like a vorta family should, she looks at herself in the mirror.

“Oh, it is beautiful don’t you think father?” she asks him.

“I am afraid I will have to take your word for it my dear, all Vorta except you have no sense of aesthetics.” Weyoun replied in a sad tone.

“Why is this, why am I the only Vorta to have a sense of beauty?” she asks, confusion edged in her tone.

“I don’t know, but it makes you even more special compared to other Vorta. I know the reason now, it must be because you’re my daughter!” he gently grabs her around the shoulders and laughs. She laughs with him.

“You really like that colour don’t you.” he asks her, looking at the dress.

“Yes I do, it has a name to it too.” Weyoun begins to leave the room, but is stopped by his daughters questioning.

“Father, where are you going?” she calls out to him.

“Oh, I’ve just got to see someone at the lab, that’s all. I will be back soon, you just relax.” she nods her head in reply and sits down on the sofa, admiring her dress.

“Ainloin!” Weyoun calls out to him as he enters the lab. Ainloin turns around to look at him.

“Yes Weyoun?”

”I finally have a name for her; I want it put in her memory implant.” Weyoun says.

”Good, just tell me what it is and I will program it in immediately.” Ainloin grabbed a PADD from the nearby desk.

“Ilisha!” Weyoun says smiling.

“That’s a colour is it not?” Ainloin asks.

“Yes it is.” Weyoun replies “Yes, a rarely used but beautiful colour – just like my daughter!” Weyoun says with a big smile and as he turns and leaves the lab.

“You have no idea!” Ainloin says to himself.

*****

Days pass, and Ilisha’s empathic training has begun with Eris. The founders had ordered that she also take combat training with the Jem’Hadar. Weyoun had learned from Amren that a way had been found to replicate the Sect implant they took from Hamill. This chip had been placed into the Ilisha clone for testing before the possible mass introduction of the device into the Jem’Hadar.

Weyoun was a little shocked with this information, but if the Founders wished this to happen; it was not his place to disagree. However, he still found the Founders’ motives unclear. But at this time it didn’t bother him; all that mattered now was Ilisha, and the happiness she is bringing into his life. Weyouns priorities were changing. And he knew it.

Weyoun would watch Ilisha training in between serving the Founders whenever he got the chance. On this day, the founders wanted to meet Ilisha. Weyoun approached his daughter after she had finished her combat training. He was proud of Ilisha; she was the only Vorta that was considered strong enough to undertake combat training due to the implant.

As Ilisha approached him, Weyoun’s expressions beamed.

“Ilisha, it was a thrill to watch you train and perform so well; I am very proud of you.”

“Thank you Father.”

”Daughter, it is time to meet the Founders; the ones that you shall be serving.”

“Really, Father.” Her voice was tinged with excitement at the prospect of meeting “Gods”.

“Really, they have been impressed by the reports of your progress, and they want to see how your training is coming along first hand. They also want to get to know.”

Weyoun walked towards the exit of the huge training arena, he turned back to face his daughter, and beckoned for her to follow him. “Come, the Founders are waiting... It is not good to keep them waiting!”

Weyoun enters the marble meeting room ahead of Ilisha, the big doors close behind them. Weyoun bows and sits down at the grand meeting table and signals for Ilisha to do the same. As he watched Ilisha sit herself down next to him, Weyoun could see that Odo was present. Weyoun was uncomfortable; Odo was to be told later by Weyoun directly, not from the founders as seemed to now be the case. He could tell that Odo was less than happy with events.

The female Founder at the front of the large meeting desk spoke first.

“Ilisha, we are the Founders.” She spread her arms to indicate the other Founders around the top of the table. “I am sure that Wey…” suddenly she stops and corrects herself “…your father has told you all about us…”

“Oh yes…” Ilisha replied.

As the group talk together, the female founder was becoming more and more pleased with Weyouns gift to them. Ilisha was asked to leave, who departed with the grace expected of a loyal Vorta. The female Founder stands up and addresses Weyoun.

“I must say that I am very pleased with her progress - she is exceptional. I am going to appoint her a field supervisor.”

This was music to Weyouns arched ears “Oh, dear founder - thank you!”

“Weyoun, leave us now.” Weyoun bows before his masters before making the polished exit so typical of the most loyal of Vorta.

Once Weyoun had left the hall, Odo stands up to face the female Founder; his face full of anger.

“Do you know what you have done?” he asks her.

“Yes Odo, I do… I let Weyoun create his own offspring.” she replied.

“I cannot believe you let this happen, this ‘Vorta’ used to be a human being, a Starfleet officer.”

The face of the female Founder, normally serene and blank, was etched with anger.

“Not anymore she’s not! Anyway, the body of Ensign Hamill was sent back to earth to her family. Ilisha is not Hamill.”

Odo looks at her and shakes his head “You still allowed the use of her DNA to clone her.”

“Odo…” added the female founder, who walks up to him. “…that may be, but she is also made up of Weyouns DNA too - she is not Ensign Hamill, she is Ilisha – Weyoun’s daughter.”

Odo turned and started to leave the hall, before he could reach the exit, the voice of the female Founder came booming across the space “Where are you going Odo?”

“I am going back to Deep Space Nine; I think your goals for the Dominion and my own do not match.” With that, he turned again and left the hall…

*****

hours later, and Eris comes to train Ilisha at her and Weyouns’ quarters…

“Oh, hello Eris… come in, she’s been waiting for you…” Weyoun says, looking sad.

The expression on his face concerned Eris “Weyoun, are you alright?”

“No, Odo has left the great link and has left for Deep Space Nine, and it’s my fault.” Weyoun says rubbing his hands nervously. Eris looked at him with increasing concern.

”Weyoun, it’s not your fault… in fact, it’s no ones fault. These bad things happen. I am sure Heena and Gelnon can make him see sense and bring him back home.” Eris smiles.

“Odo will not listen to them; they don’t have the care and patience for such a mission. I do, I know Odo would listen to me.”

Ilisha comes in to the lounge “Father, are you alright?” She then sees Eris and smiles.

“Yes of course, I am fine dear, just a minor problem… now go and get ready for your training with Eris.” Eris smiles again at Weyoun and follows Ilisha out of the lounge.

Weyoun knew he had to get Odo back himself. He had to see the female founder over this. He left his quarters in earnest later that day. Soon after Weyoun’s departure, Ilisha returns home after being out with Kilana for the afternoon. She noticed a recorded message for her on the com console in the lounge. She approached the console and sat down next to it. As she played back the message, her father’s face appeared on the view screen and the message began…

“Ilisha my dear, I have gone to Deep Space Nine for a few days to bring back founder Odo. The two idiots they sent after him won’t be able to get him to come back home; I must to talk to him…” his demeanour turned very defensive at this point, as if considering the delivery of his next words with care “…I need to make amends for something I have done.” The sad tone in his voice was amplified by his hesitant delivery and defensive expression, something had been bothering him, she felt it but before he could speak again he was interrupted by a Jem’Hadar for a moment. He nodded to him and then told the soldier to go away so that he could continue.

“…Now, yes where was I… Oh yes, I have ordered Kilana to care for you while I am away, and you will do as she says; no disobeying her. If the founders need you for anything, you shall serve them with honour like I taught you. I must go now, I will see you soon my dear Ilisha…” the screen went blank.

Ilisha sat in the chair beside the console and she began to feel a deep loneliness within her; this was the first time she had been apart from her Father, and she didn’t like it.

***

“She is on her own, Keevan… Weyoun went on a mission to get Odo back, he left hours ago.” Borath said to Keevan. “This is a good opportunity to see her Keevan. But you will have to watch out for Kilana; Weyoun left Ilisha in her care.”

Finally, Keevan felt a ray of hope light up the darkness of his recent despair. “Don’t worry Borath, I am a good sneaker. I will get to her with out being seen; I just want to see her again before everything changes.”

***

That night, Ilisha could not sleep after kilana had been to see how she was and left her for the night. She got up to get some Kava nuts and Ripple berries from the kitchen. She had been really hungry of late and eating more then she should.

Returning from the kitchen with her meal, she heard a beep at the door, she wondered to herself who it could be, and decided to answer it. As she opened the door, to her surprise stood a handsome tall Vorta male she had not seen before with the brightest blue eyes that just seemed to stare right through her.

He smiled at her and began to speak “Hello, you must be Ilisha?”

“Yes I am, and who are you?” Ilisha asks shyly.

“I am Keevan, I know your Father well.” Keevan says, a broad smile crossing his face.

“Ah, you would know him; everyone knows my father; he is the ambassador after all. So, uh, Keevan, is there anything I can do for you?” Ilisha asks smiling.

“Just a talk really; a chance to get to know you a little. I am sure we will bump into each other sometime in the future.”

The strangers’ behaviour was rather odd, but she was sufficiently intrigued by this handsome man to want to talk to him more. “Alright, come on in then.” She gestured to Keevan to invite him in. “I was about to have some Kava nuts and Ripple berries, would you like some?” holding up the plate to Keevan.

“No, thank you; but it was nice of you to offer.”

“Please, make yourself comfortable, and please… talk to me about your friendship with my father.”

“It would be my pleasure.”

They talked for hours about the ups and downs of serving the Founders. Ilisha was greatly enjoying the opportunity to talk to someone who was not here to teach, educate or protect her; it was a chance to be natural.

As they continued to talk, Ilisha was struck by an incredible sense of recognition for her new friend.

“Keevan; this may sound strange, but I have the strangest feeling that I have met you before… It’s odd, and yet I know we have not met until tonight.

Keevans interest was suddenly raised, and he sat up on the sofa they had slumped into. “Really… what else do you feel about me?” he added nervously.

Ilisha now felt a strong sense of discomfort; she lifted herself up from the sofa

“Uh, don’t you think you should be going now; its getting awfully late and we don’t want to displease the founders by showing up late for work tomorrow.” she said quickly.

Keevan stood up and suddenly wrapped his arms around her. Ilisha looked up at him, her big lavender eyes staring into his. Keevan could feel Sophie’s soul surrounding Ilisha somehow. Yes, he felt it in his heart; he knew she had returned since he was told of Ilisha’s activation.

He remembered what Borath had told him on the way back to Kurill Prime from Deep Space Nine on that terrible day before Sophie died in his arms. The pain of knowing that she was trying to express her love for him; but he was not there to hear it.

He went over and over in his head the things he had done to her in an effort to make her bond with him. How could she ever truly have loved him for what he was after what he had done to her? She might have eventually loved him only as result of the mind controlling telepathy and drugs he had drummed it in to her head that much that she actually began to believe it.

He looked at Ilisha’s frightened face and thought it best to soothe her “I am not going to hurt you Ilisha…” he gently lifts her chin up with his finger. “I only …”

Keevan suddenly stopped and pulled away from her. As he did, he didn’t notice that the necklace had fallen out of his jacket pocket onto the floor. Ilisha saw it drop and picked it up.

“This is beautiful…” Ilisha says.

Keevan turned round to see Ilisha holding the necklace, as he realised what she had discovered, a look of shock crossed his face.

“Whose is it?” Ilisha asked him, she was captivated by the necklace.

”Uh, it used to belong to someone very dear to me that I lost. She was the most amazing woman I had ever met. I was once a cold hearted, savage creature devoid of feelings until she came along and changed that.”

His expression became etched with pain.

“But I hurt her deeply, which I now regret.” Keevan replied sadly.

“I am sorry to hear that Keevan.” Ilisha handed him back the necklace. Her thoughts were now firmly on feeling comfortable again. “Anyway, Keevan, you had better go. My Father… he is very protective of me and who I see. If he finds out you have visited me… Well, he also has a temper, even though he’s graceful and tolerant towards others.” Ilisha said smiling.

Keevan was not so impressed “Are you sure this is the same Weyoun we are talking about here?”

Keevan’s last statement infuriated Ilisha; she turned to face him, the porcelain colour of her skin barely able to hide the fires of anger that had suddenly brewed within her.

“HOW DARE YOU MOCK MY FATHER… He is more a man than most I have met around here. That’s why he is the Founders most trusted aide. His kindness and will to work with others are skills I see in such short supply in those around me. Yes, indeed, the Founders made a good choice in my dear Father.”

Her expression grew ever more fierce…

“I don’t see you as an…” suddenly, she felt a clicking in the back of her neck. And her pale features turned even fainter, she let out a cry of pain, collapsed to the floor, clutching her head.

As she dropped out of consciousness, she saw Keevan rush up to her and mutter some words, she could barely decipher them. “No, I’ve hurt you again; haven’t I Sophie… I am so sorry.”

Before she had a chance to ask who “Sophie” was, she lost her battle with the darkness…

***

Odo stepped out of the Dominion ship he had commandeered to leave Kurill Prime. As he stepped out of the airlock into the light of the Promenade he is greeted by an ecstatically happy Colonel Kira.

She hugged him tightly in her arms. “What are you doing here Odo? You should be in the Great Link. They need you now more then ever…” Kira asked whilst gently letting go of him.

”Kira, I left the Great Link for ever.” Odo replied, unsure of himself.

“Why Odo; what has happened?” Kira asked, concern etched in her tone.

“They have been keeping things away from me in the Great Link, and I have a feeling they haven’t told me everything.” Replied Odo, looking sad.

“What kind of things?”

“It has something to do with Ensign Hamill… Kira, they’ve cloned her.” Odo stated with more than a slight amount of sorrow.

“She’s now Weyoun’s daughter, called Ilisha.” Odo could tell Kira was having problems taking this information in.

”She can’t be Weyoun’s daughter; she has parents back on Earth… I can’t believe what I am hearing Odo.”

“The Vorta DNA they used to turn Hamill into a hybrid was Weyouns, the sect captured him too. When Weyouns’ repressed memories were returned to him, he got it in to his head to clone her as his offspring. Even more astounding is that the Founder allowed him to do it.” Odo shook his head, still in a state of disbelief at the event of recent days.

“The Dominion must be getting something out of this; but what?” Kira started to pace the room; her famed temper was already getting the better of her. Turning to look at Odo, she continued “Well, I think we should let Starfleet know; don’t you?” She added.

Odo said nothing, he turned to face the porthole and looked out at the Wormhole just as it begins to open, from the depths of the raging, yet still stunningly beautiful portal, two ships emerged. As both Kira and Odo’s attention was drawn to the visitors, the office intercom beeped.

“Sir, two Dominion ships are approaching.”

Kira looked at Odo, who smiled “Determined as ever, I am sure the approaching ships are a Dominion party sent to persuade me to go back to the Great Link; at least they are persistent!”

Kira, pressed the intercom on her desk, hail the ships Lieutenant, we’re on our way.

***

On board the first of the two ships, Gelnon was preparing himself to meet Odo, when he was informed by one of his officers that they were being hailed.

“Is it Colonel Kira?” he queried.

“No, Sir, the hail originates from a Dominion vessel that has drawn alongside us.

“The view screen on gelnons headset.” Flickers on and Weyoun appears, to the deep surprise of Gelnon.

”Weyoun, what are you doing here?”

“The Founders have sent me to complete the mission to return Odo to the Great Link. You and Heena are not needed here now, you may return to Kurill Prime, I shall take it from here.”

”If the Founders wish it… then so be it.” Heena replies, stepping out from behind a Jem’Hadar to stand next to Gelnon.

“Good, then go.” Weyoun terminated the com link abruptly.

Weyoun watches as Gelnon and Heenas ship leaves and disappears back through the Wormhole. His thoughts turn to Ilisha. Was she in some kind of trouble? No, she couldn’t be; he left her in the care of Kilana… maybe it was him just him missing her. He couldn’t turn back now; he had to convince Odo to go back to the Great Link. As much as he wanted Odo’s understanding, he now wanted to get back home as soon as he could.

***

”Dax, what is it?” Kira asked.

“Guess who’s here to talk to Odo?” Dax replied, smiling.

“Let me guess, the eminent Ambassador Weyoun…”

“Right on the button!” was the overly smug reply. “He has requested to dock, and is looking forward to meeting you again…”

Kira felt a grinding pain in her stomach, she always felt this way when faced with the slimy approach of the Vorta, but she knew she had to get to the bottom of the cloning issue. “Alright, tell him Docking Bay Five, I am going to have a few words with our friendly Ambassador about his pet projects.” Kira stated, the anger tainting her words.

The voice of her soul mate broke her red haze “Let me handle this, alright.” Odo reached out a kissed Kira on the forehead.

“Are you sure, Odo?” Kira asked. Odo nodded in reply.

“Okay Odo, let’s go…” Odo and Kira leave Ops.

***

At the order of Colonel Kira, the airlock to docking bay 5 was opened; two Jem’Hadar soldiers appear, followed by Weyoun, smiling as ever.

“Ah Colonel Kira, so nice to see you again so soon.”

Kira was having great difficulty holding back her urge to be bluntly honest, but managed to grit her teeth and get on “The feeling’s mutual Ambassador.”

“Odo, we must talk…” he then bows to him “…I must explain to you why she has come into being.” Weyoun pleads to Odo.

”Alright Weyoun, but Kira stays present.” Kira looked at Weyoun with a sarcastic smile. Weyoun was unsettled by this, but he continued regardless “Very well Odo.” He bowed again to Odo.

“Let’s go to the Conference Room shall we?” Kira gestured, and her companions followed.

***

Ilisha awoke on a biobed; through the clearing haze of her vision, she could make out two faces looking down upon her.

“Welcome back Ilisha…” One of the blurry figures spoke. “…You gave us a scare there for a minute young lady.”

As her vision began to come into focus, she could see that the people looking at her were a Doctor she didn’t know and Kilana.

Ilisha raised herself from the bed; as she stood up; she felt a waze of dizziness that forced her to sit back down. Kilana rushed over to steady her “Hey take it easy.”

Questions filled Ilisha’s mind she tried remember what happened before she awoke here. “How did I get here?”

“We’re not sure; we just found you here.”

“We don’t know who brought you in.” the Doctor added.

Ilisha again raises herself from the biobed and grabs her clothes that were nearby on a chair. Then moves to leave sickbay. The Doctor gestures Ilisha to stay “Wait, we have not done any tests on you yet to determine what’s wrong with you.”

“Never mind, I must see my Father.”

“Ilisha, that’s not possible for a while.” Kilana replies.

“I NEED TO SEE MY FATHER – I WILL SEE MY FATHER!!” Ilisha shouts; she pushes Kilana and the Doctor away and runs out of the sickbay in only a blue medical gown.

The Doctor raised himself from the floor then helped Kilana to her feet.

“We must call Security; she can’t leave Kurill Prime, the Founders will not be happy if she does.” Kilana says to the Doctor.

Ilisha ran into her bedroom and quickly changed into her dress. She winced at the pain in her head, which had returned. There was a mixture of images and voices in her head, as if a bad nightmare had broken through into her conscious state. There was one thing she knew she must do; she had to be with her Father. He would make her feel better, but in order to be with him, she had to get off Kurill Prime and travel to this station called Deep Space Nine.

She left her quarters and noted the presence of four Jem’Hadar soldiers and Eris at the end of the corridor to her right. As they caught sight of her, they began walking toward her.

”Ilisha, stop!!!” Eris called out as she approached. Ilisha looked at the approaching figures, and made a direct plea to Eris “Please Eris, I must be with him… I beg you; let me go - I don’t know what’s happening to me and I know my Father will make it go away. I know he will.”

”Oh Ilisha, your Father is not a Doctor; we have Doctors here that can help that pain to go away. Anyway, it’s not like you’ll never see him again because you will. Please come with me…” Eris holds out her hand.

“No…” Ilisha says. Eris sighs.

“Ah, you are as stubborn as Weyoun. You will come with me now. It’ll be for your own good. Please don’t make me use force.”

”No Eris, I must go…” Ilisha ran down the cream marble corridor. Eris, despite her concern, decided to stop this issue there and then. She inhaled deeply and braced her body as she used her powers to fire a blue fireball from her chest. It hits Ilisha hard in the back, sending her wheeling across the floor.

She ordered the two Jem’Hadar accompanying her to pick Ilisha up and take her to sickbay. As they approached, Ilisha suddenly jumped up and high kicked both of them against the hard marble wall, knocking them both out cold. She stooped to pick up one of the soldiers shock rifles and turned to point it at Eris and the two remaining soldiers.

“I can’t believe you did that!” ilisha exclaimed.

“You gave me no choice… and I will do it again if you don’t come with me now.”

“I can’t do that…”

”Well, I guess you don’t give me a choice either.” Ilisha replied in anger, who fires the shock rifle at Eris, hitting her square in the chest. Eris falls to the floor, her chest smoking from the impact.

The Jem’Hadar examined her lifeless body and growled at Ilisha. They edge nearer to her.

“I wouldn’t come any closer; not unless you want the same.” Ilisha shouted at them. She quickly backed away and ran off as fast as she could.

***

”I’m sorry Kilana; what was that you said?” asked Luaran over the communications console.

“Ilisha is proceeding in your direction; she is after the fighter that is docked where you are… and be careful Luaran, we have just had confirmation that she has killed Eris; she is dangerous and must be approached with caution. Remember the founders want her captured alive and unharmed if possible.”

“It shall be done; I will inform the others… Luaran out.”

Luaran rushed up to the six Jem’Hadar and the two Vorta engineers that were working on the fighter.

“First, second and third; outside the hanger doors now! The rest of you stay here…” Luaran cries edged with concern.

“…when you see the young female Vorta; do not kill her, just stun her - got it?” Luaran shouting at them “Or the Founders will have our heads for it.”

One of the engineers spoke up “Did I hear you right Luaran?”

”Ambassador Weyouns’ daughter is on a rampage.”

“Isn’t she the mutant Vorta?”

“Yes she is, and she’s coming this way.” Luaran replies, her bright blue eyes showing a hint of anxiety.

The pain in Ilisha’s head and neck was pounding, and getting worse. She could hear the voices of Jem’Hadar soldiers approaching. Slowly and quietly, she crept around the Jem’ Hadar that were guarding the hanger doors. She sneaked up behind them and knocked them out.

She entered the hanger via an air vent above the position of the Jem’Hadar she has subdued. She crawled through the dark channel; she hears the sound of gas beginning to surround her. The internal security ‘net must have detected her.

Knowing that the gas would subdue her if she remained in the vent for too long, she upped her pace; they weren’t going to get her that easily she thought.

Finally, she reached a part of the ventilation network that opened out onto the top deck of the hangar. She kicked open the vent cover and breathed in the fresh air. As she coughed out the gas inhaled in the vents, she surveyed the hangar deck below, three Jem’Hadar and three Vorta were clustered around the outside of the fighter. Her training was being put to use for the very first time.

She climbed over the rails; her shock rifle at the ready. She jumped down onto the floor behind the fighter; slowly climbed atop it and quietly entered it. She looked around and sat down at the helm station. She was uncertain how she was going to fly this fighter; she knew she had to be a fast learner.

She decided to trust her instincts; she picked up a head set and put it on. She started up the engines; as the fighter began to move, the gathered soldier and technicians outside the ship try in vain to stop her progress. She uses the ships computer to override the hanger door controls and flies out of the hanger as a security detail arrived to capture her. They arrive in time to see the fighter lift up into the reddish haze of the Kurill sunset.

Luaran looked up at the sky, a look of embarrassment and shame covering her features. She had failed in her task. She turned to face the group of Jem’Hadar soldiers who were with her:

“The founders will be very unhappy with us…”

***

Keevan sat in Borath’s office, looking down on the floor. He had told Borath everything that happened between him and Ilisha. He had told Borath how he had to sneak Ilisha to sickbay as she suffered a bad headache and passed out.

Keevan felt in his heart that he was to blame for this. Maybe, just maybe Sophie’s memories are a part of Ilisha, somehow and it was those memories trying to come back through her. The words “amazing” and “extraordinary” fell from boraths mouth during their conversation.

“On these strange turn of events, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to have seen her after all.” he had told Keevan; because now Ilisha was on a rampage near Dominion headquarters.

Several hours after Borath had left the office to aid in the search, he returned with another Vorta. Keevan did not know the identity of this person, but he was too caught up in his own grief to really care.

”Please sit down Deyos...” Borath pointed to a chair next to Keevan. Deyos acknowledged and sat down next to Keevan. The two briefly exchange glances and nod to each other.

”Borath, things have gone from bad to worse; Ilisha killed Eris and has now fled Kurill Prime on her way to Deep Space Nine to see Weyoun. Now the founders have the facts on her declining mental condition. They are also aware that she is pregnant.”

“How did they find out?” Borath replied, his expression showing the deep shock that this information was now out in the open.

“Ainloin disclosed the information when pressed by the Founders.”

Borath was angered that Ainloin had told them. Keevan looked across at Borath; his expression carrying an even greater shock. Ilisha pregnant… Suddenly the situation became clear to him. Sophie must have been pregnant, and this was passed onto Ilisha. As Vorta clones are sterilised, he was sure that the child was not his. This meant that Sophie’s human partner – Jason – was most likely the father.

Keevan was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of Deyos still rambling on. He tried to listen intently…

“… Now the founders have ordered us to replace the Ilisha clone she is to be replaced by a better prototype. We are now taking steps to eradicate the pregnancy fault in the Ilisha clones. The activation of Ilisha 2 is imminent; we have sent an urgent subspace message to Deep Space Nine to warn them that Iisha is on her way there… The transmission also passes on the order of the Founders to destroy Ilisha 1 on sight

“I don’t think Weyoun will like this…” Keevan said uneasily.

“Weyoun will have to; he should be happy at the prospect of losing such an inadequate daughter to a more stable and efficient one that would better serve the needs of the Founders and the Dominion community as a whole.”

What Keevan judged to be a smirk crossed the face of Deyos as he continued.

“…the Founders have also appointed me to supervise the new Ilisha clone.”

Keevan sighed and kicked the chair he was sitting on before walking out of the room in disgust. Deyos turned to face Borath, surprised at Keevans suddenly angered departure.

“Did I say something wrong?” he asks.

Borath shakes his head and looks down at the floor. His thoughts wonder it would appear that his plan has backfired. Maybe he should disappear somewhere before the founders get a hold of him. Yes he should disappear and as soon as possible.

***

As Weyoun explained himself to Odo and Kira; the voice of Dax appears over the intercom to intervene in their discussions.

“Sorry to intervene Colonel, but there is an urgent message from Kurill Prime; it concerns Weyoun…”

Kira looked across at Odo, then at Weyoun.

“All right Dax, we are on our way.” Kira got up from her seat at the big dark glass table. Weyoun felt a sudden pang off fear in the bottom of his stomach; something was wrong, and it was to do with Ilisha.

As the group walked onto the Ops deck, Dax signalled for the group to come over to her.

”Lets see what they want.” Kira sighs. Dax plays the message.

“To Colonel Kira, commander of Space Station Deep Space Nines. This is a Code Red warning; the daughter of Ambassador Weyoun has become mentally unstable. She has escaped our guards and she is currently on a course to the station. Please tell your officers to approach with extreme caution; she is armed and dangerous… I repeat armed and dangerous… Please try and contain her until we arrive.

The message fades to black. Once the view screen is turned off, Kira and Odo spun to face Weyoun with sad expressions on their faces.

“Well, we had better get ready for your daughter’s arrival…” Kira explains to a pained Weyoun.

***

The voice in Ilishas head was now pestering her to the point she now wanted to die just to stop it; the voice was female, but she couldn’t make out what it was saying to her and why it was in her head causing her this intense pain along with this sharp clicking noise in the back of her neck. She just had to be with her father she needed him now more then ever.

***


Some hours later, Kira placed security on Red Alert as a Dominion fighter appears on the station view screen.

“Give her permission to dock at Docking Bay Two.” Kira turned to face Odo, Dax and Weyoun “Let’s go and meet her.”

***

As the three approach the bulkhead outside Docking Bay Two, they stopped to review the surroundings. Security officers surrounded the area; Weyoun had ordered his Jem’Hadar to return to his ship. He wanted them well away from Ilisha.

The Airlock doors begin to open… suddenly the airlock doors flung themselves completely open and a small figure slowly appears. The figure then fell down and crawls out of the Airlock.

“Father, where are you?” Ilisha called out, crying as she laid her head down on the floor.

“Ilisha!” Weyoun cried out as he rushed to her side. He knelt down next to his daughter and took her in his arms.

“Ilisha, your Father is here now, I am here…” Weyoun softly spoken words displayed a genuine tenderness that surprised both Kira and Odo.

“Oh Father, I missed you so much.” Ilisha replied weakly. Suddenly, she cried out “Father, stop this voice in my head! Please, she won’t leave me alone!”

“Who, my dear? What voice?” Weyoun asked the question, but he was uncertain what he could do with any answer he would receive. He got no answer from her however, she just cried, burying her head in his chest.

Kira and Odo approached the two; Weyoun looked up to them and pleaded with them;

“Please help her please…” his lavender eyes showed the deep emotions that were tearing him apart. Odo and Kira turn to face each other and nod to him. Ilisha felt cold and light headed; everything was dark around her. She could hear voices; other peoples’ voices.

She felt herself being lifted and carried to a bright room. An even brighter light was shone into her eyes, she felt someone touching her arm gently; and then everything turned black…

Bashir removed the hypospray from Ilisha’s arm, and walked over to Weyoun and the others. “The tests I have performed on Ilisha suggest that she is suffering from severe shock. I am surprised that both of them are fine…”

“What do you mean Doctor?” Weyoun asked.

“Well, considering Ilisha is pregnant.” Bashir replied

This news took Weyoun completely by surprise, his eyes widen with shock.

“That’s not possible; Vorta clones can’t produce that way.” He wondered how she got this way. Now he had a shock to the system. He would get to the root of this mystery. But right now he just wanted to be near her. Bashirs reply brings him out of his thoughts.

”But, as you well know, Ilisha is not a normal Vorta clone.”

Weyoun looked at the Doctor, but he chose not to say anything in reply.

”Can I see her now?”

“Yes, I don’t see why not…” Bashir replied. He took Weyoun across the infirmary to her bed. Ilisha was asleep; Weyoun quietly sat at her bedside. A quiet pause followed, and Bashir left Weyoun alone with her.

Weyoun looked at his daughter and gently took her hand in his and waited for her to wake up from the sedative the doctor administered to calm her down. Hours passed, and in kiras office Kira, Odo and the others talked between each other.

“I don’t think I have ever seen Weyoun like this. He is showing emotions towards ilisha; feelings I never thought he was capable of.” Odo said.

Dax concurred “I agree, it would appear that fatherhood has had a dramatic change on him.”

Kira turned the concern from Weyoun to Ilisha “Ensign Hamill must have been with child, and somehow this has been passed onto the Ilisha clone. The question in hand is what we do from here.”

Worf joined the conversation “Remember what I said about them, they are still not to be trusted. They are up to something, I can feel it.”

The door chime sounded “Enter…” Kira replied. A Starfleet officer entered the office and addressed the staff.

“Colonel, there is two Dominion ships requesting docking permission.”

The atmosphere in the office grew tenser, but Kira knew she had to address the issue. “Okay, ask them to hold whilst we prepare a docking bay Ensign.”

The officer nodded to Kira and turned, leaving the office and back into ops. Once he left, Kira continued… “Doctor, I want you to tell Weyoun that a possible Dominion retrieval party has arrived, and that we will deal with them.”

“Understood sir.” He got up from his chair and left the room. He ran to the Infirmary to find weyoun asleep; his head on the biobed next to Ilisha. Bashir gently woke Weyoun up, who began to stir, opening his eyes to see Bashir before him.

“What is it Doctor.” he asks, still sleepy.

“Weyoun, two Dominion ships are here, and I’m sure they want to speak with you.”

***

Kira had run out of reasons to hold the Dominion ships in space, and she reluctantly allowed them to dock on the station. Weyoun came to the docking bay to greet them, but was shocked to see the female Founder has come too.

He bowed before the Founder, who looked at Weyoun and Odo.

Her words were short, and to the point “We need to talk – now.”

The talk that followed was painful for Weyoun. Ilisha was to be replaced by Ilisha 2, effective immediately.

“Where is Ilisha?” the Founder asked. Weyoun looked at her and didn’t answer her.

“Very well, if you won’t tell me, I shall send the Jem’Hadar to seek her out and then dispose of her.” Weyoun looked at the Founder with feelings that he had never truly felt before – hatred. He never thought he could ever hold his Gods in such contempt, but he found himself doing just that.

He stood up and calmly walked out. He didn’t even bother to bow before he left the conference room. The Founder called out to him, but Weyoun just kept on walking. He knew she would probably have him destroyed now too for such insubordination.

He had no choice now, he had to get to Ilisha and run. He rushed into the Infirmary with fear cursing through his veins. Ilisha was still asleep. He pulled the covers off her.

“Ilisha, my dear..” He started to gently shake his daughter’s fragile frame. “…come on, wake up, we have to go…” Ilisha slowly begins to wake up at the sound of her fathers’ voice.

As she began to take in her surroundings, she spoke to Weyoun “Father, what is it?” Her voice still displayed the groggy state she was fighting to shake off.

“We must leave here now Ilisha.” Weyoun answered.

“Why?” Adds Ilisha as Weyoun helped her off the biobed.

Weyouns voice was beginning to break, Ilisha was an innocent, but she was being hunted, and he knew it was his fault. “Ilisha, the Founders want to take you away from me. They want to replace you, and I will not let this happen. Now come with me, I am going to request asylum with the Federation.”

Ilisha stood up, but her sense off balance failed her and she fell to the floor. Weyoun quickly bundled her up in his arms and carried her out of the Infirmary…

***

Kira stood up in the Conference Room and shouted at the Founder “You’re getting something out of this aren’t you; you just wouldn’t let Weyoun clone offspring unless there was something in it for the Dominion.”

Kira went quiet for a moment, contemplating what this unseen benefit might be. Her expression began to change as she began to piece together the events of recent times.

“The implant; the Sect technology. You must have extracted it from Ensign Hamill and found out it can only work with her genetic code and replicated it. You’re siring a new race; a new breed of Vorta that has ten times the basic strength of a Jem’Hadar soldier. What a platform for a new offensive on the Alpha Quadrant that would be.”

“Very good Colonel…” The Founder stood to face Kira, “…and I promise you this time we will not be so kind,”

Kira let her temper get the better of her as she lunged at the Founder in an attempt to hit her, but Odo intervened before any contact could be made.

Kira then realises that such an attack on a Changeling would be unwise, and promptly backed down.

“You can be sure the Federation will not let your plans come together.”

The Founder replied with a smile crossing her lips “We look forward to the challenge.”

Kira felt a shiver cross her spine at the last comment before turning on her heels and leaving the room. Odo looked sharply at the Founder across the table from him. “Why, why are you doing this now? After everything that has happened.”

“We still desire order Odo, and the only way for this to truly be is to ensure we control the solids. There is no other way.”

Odo knew that he would be unable to make any difference to her attitude, and followed Kira out of the Conference Room.

Once Odo had left the room, the Founder turned to Deyos “I want Weyoun and ilisha captured and destroyed. Inform Yelgren and his Jem’Hadar of my wishes. Tell him to release her; it’s time to see what she can do; and Deyos if this goes well I shall make you the new ambassador of the Dominion.”

Deyos bows and leaves the room smiling and bowing.

***

Weyoun rushed to his ship with Ilisha through the corridors of Deep Space Nine, suddenly a bright light beamed down in front of them. As the light dimmed, there stood six Jem’Hadar soldiers. Weyoun quickly began to back away. The Jem’Hadar moved away to reveal a small female Vorta, dressed in black velvet trousers, tunic and jacket. Her big lavender eyes showed a hint of red in them, and she had an air of pure evil about her.

”You must be Ilisha 2.” Weyoun exclaimed.

The Vorta moved forward, approaching Weyoun and Ilisha “In the name of the Dominion…” she shouted to them “…you are traitors and must die for your sins.” she hissed.

Ilisha begins to gain a sense of her whereabouts, and releases herself from Weyouns hold.

“Ilisha, what are you doing?” Weyoun whispered. He tried to stop her by grabbing her arm, but Ilisha easily gets out from his grip.

Ilisha 2 smiles and walks up to her. They come face to face; Ilisha 2 lifts her hand up to Ilishas face and strokes it. “Oh, what a shame you have to die; such a waste of exquisite beauty.” Ilisha 2 then kisses ilisha on her forehead then suddenly slaps her hard across the face. Ilisha fell to the floor “…that’s for disobeying the Founders” she shouts “…your deaths will make an excellent example to all that oppose us.”

Weyoun ran over to Ilishas aid, as he tended to his stricken daughter, Ilisha 2 continued “Weyoun, you are Vorta; you should know better. It is an honour to serve the Founders; and yet you mock the order of things. I will take great pleasure out of killing you both.” Ilisha 2 gestured to her guards “Take them.”

The soldiers approach Weyoun and Ilisha. Weyoun stands up, attempting to protect Ilisha. The first soldier hits Weyoun in the face with his shock rifle, who falls to the floor hard.

Ilisha began to hear the voice again in her head. The sawing pain in her head created an anger within her. She stood up to face the soldiers “You’ll have to fight me first!” Ilisha screams out. She turns to face Ilisha 2 “…and you, I could match you in a fight, and you know it.”

Ilisha 2 moved forward again, getting face to face with her predecessor. “Do not push me further.” She warned, grabbing Ilisha around the neck and lifting her clean off the floor. She threw her hard against a bulkhead.

As she fell to the floor, Ilisha feet a pain in her stomach and felt something move sharply. Suddenly, Odo, Kira, Dax and Worf appear with phaser rifles behind them.

“Let them go!” shouted Odo. Ilisha 2 turned around to look at Odo, she then bowed to him “Very well.” she says with her arms open wide, still bowing.

“Weyoun, Ilisha; come on!!!” Kira shouted at them.

Weyoun lifted Ilisha up in his arms and ran past the guards out of the corridor. When Weyoun and Ilisha are clear down the next corridor, the others follow, keeping their weapons trained on the Vorta and Jem’Hadar until they are as far away as possible, before turning and running themselves.

Iilisha 2 stops bowing and turns to her soldiers “Make sure they don’t get off this station alive…” Her expression turned more fierce as she continued “…if they do, I promise I will kill you all with my bare hands!”

The soldiers turn and break into a run, chasing the others down the corridor.

***

”I have put the station on Red Alert.” Kira says

“Let’s get you both out of here.” Odo says to Ilisha and Weyoun. Odo was reminded of the time Weyoun 6 came to him for asylum. It all seemed to be happening again, and at least it proved that the Weyoun clone had a good nature underneath the slimy front he used in his role as Ambassador.

Doctor Bashir appeared in the corridor ahead of them ”Colonel, as requested, the Defiant stands ready to leave for Earth.”

Kira stopped and turned to face Weyoun, she felt now would be a good time to explain the plan to him. “We do not have the resources here to fight a large Dominion assault team, so we will take the Defiant into stronger Federation territory, where we can draw the force into areas with a better defence.”

“A solid plan.” Weyoun replied. He felt the distinct pang of irony. He had always wanted to take Earth for the glory of the Founders back in the War. Now, Weyoun was finally going to Earth, but not for the Dominion, but to use as a sanctuary from them to save himself and his daughter.

They arrive at the airlock that houses the Defiant, as they reach the entry gate, they see eight Jem’Hadar coming towards them.

Odo opened the airlock gate and gestured to Kira to enter “Kira take them.”

“You can’t stay here; please, I love you Odo.” Kira pleads.

“I know, I love you too.” he quickly kissed her. “They won’t kill me, I am still a Founder. Now go!” Kira looked at him with tears in her eyes. She knew what she had to do; she gestures to the others to board and runs into the airlock herself. As Weyoun entered the gateway, he turned and looked at Odo “Thank you Odo…”

“Weyoun, it’s nothing; now go, quickly.” Odo and Weyoun share a brief, awkward smile before Weyoun headed into the airlock. As the airlock seal slammed shut, Worf approached Odo “I will stay Odo; this is a good day to die…”

Odo smiled at Worf; they hear the Defiant starting up. Ilisha 2 sprinted through the corridors, but stopped when she saw Odo and Worf blocking her way.

“Please Founder Odo, step aside…” The female Founder appeared with Deyos and another Vorta in tow. Who was looking more than a little angry.

“Founder, we have another problem…” Deyos said, sounding worried.

“What now? “

“It’s Keevan; he has commandeered my ship. Keevan threw me out once my jem hadar left. He must have sneaked on somehow.” Shouts yelgren.

“Keevan has gone after her.

“I should never have trusted him in the first place, we should have learned from his actions in the past.” He will be terminated too. The female founder sighed.

“Well Odo, what will happen now?” She asked him as four Jem’Hadar grab him and Worf.

“I must say I am not pleased at all Deyos, they got away... Never mind… I will have a squadron of fighters to capture them before they reach Earth.”

As the Defiant sped through space, Weyoun thought about what was going to happen now. The truth was he didn’t know. His and ilishas future was uncertain…

To be concluded…