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Frakes moved though the corridor until she reached the temporary quarters of Miles Edward O'Brian.
"Come in." He heard from within, and he entered before locking the door.
"Who are you."
"LT Frakes sir. I need you to hear something sir. You need to hear this." he said.
O'Brian was unsure what to say, but the man in front of him looked terrified and desperate. He decided to trust him.
"What is it."
"I have proof that Commander Stanton isn't human. She's a changeling."
"That's a serious accusation to make."
"I wouldn't make unless I had to. If I'm right then we're all in danger."
O'Brian shook his head and groaned. They hadn't been on the base 10 hours and trouble was already rearing its head.
"Show me what you have. Then I'll decide if I believe you."
* * * * *
Falta was still waiting for Yelgrun, but he was still waiting after they were given an evening meal, so he decided to ask if he could speak with Enris or Kilana.
He was allowed to speak with Kilana and he knew they were being recorded, but he felt no fear as he slipped into a language, he had known just twelve hours before.
"Falta! I'm so glad you're alright." she said and came to put her hands on his shoulders, but stopped and instead she gently lay a hand on his neck.
"I'm glad you are too. Have you heard anything about Borath?"
"Just that he's under sedation until morning.."
"Will that happen to us as well." he asked as he sat down, guided by Kilana's hand. when it was moved, he missed its friendly weight.
"Myself yes, but not you. Your far too young to have been in battle or to have been given a diplomatic position. I'm grateful for that." She was. The vorta weren't a race that was overly affectionate. But they were gentle with their friends and those considered young. But Kilana was feeling very, very different now. She wanted to be affectionate.
Falta picked up on that. He lay a hand on Her's and said, "I know of possible plans that could wipe out the federation and I don't know who to tell"
"That's not good." Taking a deep breath she ran a hand though her hair."Why haven't you said anything?"
"I didn't know who to tell. I tell the wrong person and I could end up in a isolation cell."
Kilana could understand the worry, but they needed to share this information. It could the difference between life in prison or life as a defector.
"That doctor who was treating Borath. She seemed highly professional. She may be trust worthy."
"I hope so. She may be the only person her who'll listen."
Falta let Kilana talk him into telling the red headed doctor before they requested that they be allowed to speak with her.
* * * * *
She went about her daily duties so she wouldn't raise suspicion, sending reports and undergoing the usual scans to ensure that she was human. The pain of staying within her usual form wasn't easy. But it was a necessary pain.
She didn't know she was being watched.
"There, behind her left ear." LT Frakes said and pointed at the screen. He was pointing at a small patch of flesh that turned amber for 1.5 seconds. It was just enough evidence for O'Brian and the head of base security.
"I'm having the engineers build several portable forcefield generators. They'll be ready in 25 minutes. We can keep her occupied until then." O'Brian explained.
"We tell no one else, but be ready to evacuate the crew. If we can't stop her we need to be ready. we have enough evac pods to get twice the number of crew we have off the base in twelve minutes." The head of security said. He was Bolien who O'Brian had met once before, but he couldn't remember his face.
"I want you ready to move. We can't risk her getting into the power generator into the weapons."
After careful planning they split an went to there teams and to their posts to wait for the engineers. As they waited O'Brian decided to pay a visit to Weyoun. If anyone had any idea how to deal with he changeling, it would be him.
He found Weyoun in his room fast asleep, shirtless and curled up in a little ball. The blankets made a nest around him and he seemed very tiny. What amazed him was that in the dim light of the room Weyoun's markings, especially the ones on his back and arms were ever so slightly glowing.
"Weyoun?" He asked, and then said it little loader. He ended up shaking his shoulder gently before he finally opened his eyes.
"What's happening?"
"I need you to wake up." O'Brian stepped back as Weyoun sat up, stretched and yawned. He groped under the pillow for his shirt and slid into out.
"Is something wrong with one of the other Vorta.?"he looked about the room, "Where's Deyos."
"He's helping one of the engineers understand what went wrong with the shielding. That's not what's wrong."
"What is then."
"There's a Founder on the station."
O'Brian figured what Weyoun said next probably couldn't be repeated in polite company.
* * * * *
Stanton was going to head to engineering after she sent her reports to the Starfleet. A few pieces of dis information and she hoped it would make the federation reconsider their plans for the Vorta. What she didn't know was that her messages weren't getting though. Already a starship was on its ls way towards them and star fleet officers were ready to trap her once he left her office.
Though officers didn't know that the Changling had a small device sitting in her 'uniform' pocket that would cause forcefields to shut down. It was meant for use in the power station, but it would work on portable generators as well.
So when she stepped out of her office and directly into a trap she managed to get out of it rather quickly.
* * * * *
She moved swiftly, avoiding the force fields and security when she could. But she would be able to go on the offensive soon. The vorta were being split between four pods. They were under heavy guard, but she would get to them.
She would start with Weyoun.
* * * * *
"Which will they go after?" Dr Crusher asked.
"Weyoun said we should use the biggest and strongest looking guards on one group and have them use enhance Cormian weapons." O'Brian explained. "They'll force the changeling into liquid form."
"I hope he's right.I don't want to think of the damage it could cause if it got into a major system."
They stood between the main evac section and the rest of the base. With each of the basis's personal being scanned as they went evacuation was taking longer than normal, which gave the shape shifter a better chance of getting to the vorta before they could get off the base.
The first group of vorta to get to the vac pod contained Borath, Yelgrun and Luaran. They were scanned and escorted on board the pods to await take off. They were followed by one nurse and several men acting as guards.
"O'Brian to security escort four."
"Security escort four. Shall we bring the next group though?"
"Yes. I want you to report in every two minutes, just like the last escort."
"Understood sir."
It took seven minutes for the group containing Weyoun, Kiliana and Falta too get to the evac pod. They were about to be scanned when the attack came.
* * * * *
She came through a conduit and solidified humanoid, only her hands were inhuman. She wasted no time attacking two guard, flinging one into the wall and the other was hit hard in the grunt. Weyoun was shoved to the side and behind Kilana and Falta, something he would have found annoying if the situation wasn't so dire.
"Traitorous Defectives!" the Founder cried as she launched herself towards them. They rolled out of the way ducked behind consoles as shots were fired to try and contain her.
O'Brian was able to get behind her and along with two others was able to box here in.
But that was the moment she chose to become something that wasn't entirely solid. Something more energy than physical. She passed the force field and became solid again slashed at one of the men with a cormian device. Then she shoved out at O'Brian and sent him sprawling into the final guard.
"Come out Weyoun."
"Give me a reason why I should." he shouted back.
She looked around the room and spotted a foot. With a swift move she grabbed the ankle it was attached to and dragged Falta out. With a practiced ease she wrapped a vine around his neck and lifted him from the ground. He struggled and clutched at the golden substance around his neck.
"Come out and I won't kill him." she said. Weyoun knew she'd do it whatever he did, that she-
There was a phaser next to the fallen guard and very carefully Weyoun reached out and took it. She couldn't see him. That was good.
"I'm going to stand."
"Just follow the order given."
That pissed him off. A deep hatred swelled though him and began to rise, weapon being thumbed to kill. He stood and met the Founders gaze.
She lashed out and stabbed him thought the shoulder, impaling him to the wall. He screamed and he saw O'Brian reaching for his weapon.
"I never believed that a Vorta could be capable of such treachery."
"I'm full of surprises. "he manage to gasp. "Let Falta go."
"And if I don't?"
"I will do to you what you do to him."
The Founder actually laughed at him. Falta was starting to struggle less. He was lowered so his feet touched the ground.
"Are you threatening to kill me Weyoun. Are you threatening to kill your god?"
"I said I'd pay you back in kind. No one is dead yet." Weyoun felt light headed as he spoke. Falta looked hopeful as the grip on his neck loosened.
It snapped closed again with a sickening crunch.
Falta fell to the ground limp. Eyes still wide and hopeful.
"Well, Now there has been."
Time slowed down. Kilana cried out as the Shape shifter lashed out with her other arm, but Weyoun bought his hand and the phaser up. One shot sent the founder back, her body glowing gold and writhing in pain, leaving Weyoun to drop to the floor as he bled.
He stumbled as he got to his feet and moved closer to the Founder, Her form becoming semi humanoid again as he advanced.
"You killed him. You didn't have to, but you did. "his voice was almost too quiet to hear, but both Kilana, O'Brian and a hiding Dr Crusher heard him. They looked at him as he stopped, blood pouring down his arm.
"He should have been glad to die by his gods hand."
Weyoun looked at her and his face hardened. "You're not our Gods."
He lifted the fire and fired twice into the Founder, and after a moment that seemed to stretch on forever, she crumpled into dust.
There was silence in the room. No one even breathed until Weyoun pitched forward into the Founders dust and sank into oblivion.