#4 Romulans and a Changeling | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

deepspacedukat · 2 years

Text

The Only One - Part 5: Sidestep

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

Part 1 here. Part 2 here. Part 3 here. Part 4 here. Part 6 here.

Weyoun 5 (ST:DS9) x Reader

[A/N: I’m proud to announce that this chapter will cause no emotional upheavals whatsoev– *Is handed a hastily-scrawled note* Ah...I’ve just been informed that my previous statement is not correct. There is apparently slight emotional pain after all... *Twiddles thumbs innocently* Uhm...enjoy! *Yeets chapter and sprints into the sunset* ]

Taglist (If you want to be added or removed, feel free to let me know): @azorastarr

Warnings: Emotions, wartime goodbyes, spoilers for S5E26 “Call To Arms”, feelings, and mildly suggestive language.

~*~

Over the next two weeks, I had very little time to pine for my lover. Dominion activity had increased substantially. They were sending large convoys through the wormhole at an alarming rate, and it looked as though the invasion that the Federation had feared was about to begin. There were small joys like Rom and Leeta’s marriage, but for the most part, the residents of Deep Space Nine were waiting nervously for an attack.

Our combat training drills had increased in their frequency, but nearly everyone I talked to knew that if the Dominion were to attack Deep Space Nine, they’d most likely end up taking it. That knowledge sparked a thought...it was just an inkling at first, but the longer I mulled it over, the more feasible it seemed.

But would the Captain agree to it? After my shift in Ops was over, I went to his office and asked to speak with him privately. I knew he was already concerned about the situation due to the Romulan-Dominion non-aggression treaty, but I explained my proposal the best that I could.

“Let me get this straight. You are aware of the most likely imminent attack on this station by the Dominion, yet you want a transfer to the Bajoran Militia so that you can stay here in the event that we lose the station?” The Captain asked incredulously.

“Yes, sir. I-I know how it sounds–”

“It sounds as though you’ve got a death wish!” He bellowed standing from his desk. “What makes you think I’d allow any officer under my command to take such a risk?”

“I can help ensure the safety of Bajoran officers and citizens, sir. The Jem’Hadar listen to me, the Vorta listen to me. I can do more for the future of Bajor if I stay here than if I was on the Defiant with you. Bajor is the mission, sir. It always has been. All I’m asking for is a chance to continue that mission in the most effective way that I can,” I reasoned, and the Captain turned to look out the viewport behind his desk. “Captain...I’m in a unique position. I’m the only half-Changeling in existence. Besides Odo, no Changeling has ever harmed another, so I’ll be safe. And I can find quiet ways to undermine the Dominion’s plans – I may even be able to get messages to Starfleet to keep them informed.”

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with Weyoun would it?” He asked quietly, and I sighed. I could see why he would think that. Hell, maybe on some subconscious level I was giving in to an urge to see the Vorta again, but for the most part, my decision was as clear-headed as could be.

“No, sir,” I answered truthfully. “Captain, the assignment would only be temporary. If the station is taken, which we have to assume it will be, I’d be under Major Kira’s command until Starfleet regains control of the station.”

“You can’t assume that we’ll be successful in retaking the station once it’s under Dominion control!” The Captain shouted as he turned to face me again. “Don’t you understand, Lieutenant? You could be signing your own death warrant! You may never see any of us again, you may never go home to Earth again. We might be completely overrun by the Dominion and never regain control of the Alpha Quadrant–”

“In which case, I am still more useful here than on the Defiant! You already have one science officer, Captain, you don’t need a second. I refuse to leave Bajor vulnerable when I have the ability to influence the members they install on this station,” I stated drawing myself up to my full height. “Odo will be staying to do his bit, and whether you give me the transfer or not, I will be as well. The only question is whether I’ll be doing it as a civilian or as a member of the Bajoran Militia. The choice is yours. Sir.”

After a moment’s silence, the Captain sighed in a resigned sort of way.

“I’ll have to speak with Starfleet Command...assuming they approve, we’ll also need the go-ahead from the Bajoran Ministers. They’d have to be made aware of the situation since it’s their uniform you’d be wearing. Speak with Major Kira, and tell Dax to put me through to Starfleet,” he said quietly. “Lieutenant, I can’t guarantee they’ll give you the answer you want, but...I’ll do everything in my power to convince them.”

“Thank you, sir,” I said with a solemn sort of smile. As I exited his office, I gave Dax the Captain’s order and spoke quietly with the Major about my proposition. She looked at me as if I was insane for a solid minute before going to speak with the ministers over subspace.

The field of self-replicating mines blocking the wormhole’s entrance was an ingenious idea. Thanks to Rom’s creativity, it seemed like there would be a way for us to stop the Dominion convoys, at least temporarily. The reaction it provoked was nearly instantaneous. The Dominion sent an ambassador to negotiate with Captain Sisko, but until the ship itself arrived, I had no idea who that would be.

I felt him as soon as the ship docked. Seated in Odo’s office going over a preliminary security plan, I broke off mid-sentence and met the Changeling’s eyes.

“Weyoun is here,” I murmured, stirring a curious sort of alarm in the Security Chief’s eyes.

“And how do you know that?” He asked, and I was a bit confused myself. The imprinting connection formed on our impromptu voyage the last time he was on the station seemed to have solidified or been modified somehow. Perhaps it was because of the shift in relationship dynamics that had happened before we’d last parted? Either way, I hadn’t mentioned that connection to anyone, not even Odo, but it seemed now that I wouldn’t have much of a choice in the matter.

“It’s a long story, but...I can feel him. He’s just arrived,” I answered, and Odo looked at me with an unreadable expression before checking the computer.

“The Dominion ship is docked at lower pylon three...” he informed me, and I stood. “Lieutenant...before you go seeking him out, I think it only wise to caution you against being too public about your friendship with the Vorta.”

“Odo, can you do me a favor?” I asked, and he gestured for me to continue. This was going to be one hell of a request. If anyone found out what he was about to arrange, we’d both be in trouble...and rather unpopular with both Bajor and Starfleet.

Weyoun and his guards were under strict security observation while they were on the station, but I managed to convince Odo to allow me a minute with him after his talk with the Captain.

“Just one minute. No more,” he’d growled. He knew I liked the Vorta, and he trusted me enough to know that I wouldn’t do something like betraying the Federation. This might very well be the last time we saw each other if one of us was killed in the attack. I suspect that fact was the only reason Odo caved in the first place.

The Security Chief arranged for a brief detour into one of the cargo bays near his ship where I was waiting for the Vorta’s arrival. The Jem’Hadar were told to remain outside the room. As for the Starfleet security personnel, Odo took their place for the duration of the detour. Weyoun entered the room hesitantly, but when he saw me, his wariness dissipated enough for him to hurry over and meet me. I grasped the front of his asymmetrical vest and pulled him into a kiss that was half joy at seeing him again and half savoring the moment in case we didn’t have another.

“I was afraid I wouldn’t see you again, my darling,” he admitted when we broke apart for air. He cupped my cheeks and rested his forehead against mine as a wave of affection and fear brushed against my own. That part of our connection wasn’t gone, then. He must have realized at the same time because his breath hitched quietly in his throat. Weyoun’s voice came out rough with emotion when he finally spoke again. “We most likely don’t have much time, but I need you to promise me something. Promise me you’ll leave the station.”

“What?” I couldn’t hide my surprise, but he silenced me with another small peck on the lips.

“I need you to leave the station. You won’t be safe if you stay, and I can’t lose you. I can’t. It would kill me,” he admitted looking into my eyes with those big, purple irises. I placed my hands softly over his and gave him a rueful smile.

“I can’t leave the station any more than you can stay out of the attack. You’ll be in danger too when you’re on your ship,” I said, but before he could protest, I covered his lips with one of my fingers. “I can, however, promise you that I will do everything in my power to stay as safe as possible during the attack. I’d like you to do the same.”

“You have my word,” he murmured, and I felt a small bit of relief washing up against my own as he caught my lips in a tender kiss - one that might be our last. “In case I don’t have another chance, I...I want you to know that I-I...”

He trailed off, unable to find the right words, instead pressing one of my hands against his chest where his heart presumably was and giving me a pleading sort of look. I reached out through that connection we shared and let myself bask for a short moment in the emotion I found there as I made sure to show that I felt the same.

“I know. The feeling is mutual,” I muttered in a broken voice, drawing him into a tight hug. He held me desperately as if I might disintegrate right there. Perhaps I would. The thought of this being our last moment together made me feel as though a mild breeze would knock me to the ground. The doors to the cargo bay hissed open and Odo met my gaze.

“It’s time,” he rasped, and I pulled back just far enough to kiss Weyoun briefly one last time.

“Be safe,” I whispered, and as he grasped my hands one last time in acknowledgment, he pressed something metallic into my palm. With a tearful look, he turned and walked toward the cargo bay door. Pausing and turning to face me one last time, the thought crossed my mind that he looked like a kicked puppy when he finally followed his Jem’Hadar back toward their ship. Odo waved their Starfleet security detail back into position, then came into the cargo bay where I was still standing frozen in place.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, so I think you’d better start from the beginning, Lieutenant,” he said leaning against a large container and crossing his arms over his chest. “I’d suggest you tell me what happened on your pilgrimage to our homeworld.”

It was Captain Sisko’s considered opinion that we would be facing war as soon as Weyoun could return to Cardassia and raise their fleet. Sure enough, within a day, General Martok was in place to help defend the Defiant as she finished placing the mines. The Bajoran ministers and Starfleet had both approved my temporary assignment to Major Kira’s command, with the strict understanding that they could not guarantee my safety for the duration of my mission. If the Dominion was to discover my real mission, they couldn’t acknowledge my involvement, so I’d be on my own. I accepted that condition - I’d expected it from the beginning if I was honest. Bajor needed to protect its citizens first and foremost. That’s why Captain Sisko had urged them to accept the non-aggression treaty that the Dominion had offered them, after all. Bajor had to be kept out of the fighting if it was going to survive.

As we prepared for the battle, all Bajoran citizens were ordered back to Bajor, including the militia officers and excluding Major Kira, Odo, and myself. We were to remain and welcome the Dominion onto the station should it be taken - which was seeming like a very real possibility. Starfleet wasn’t going to be sending us any reinforcements.

We were about to become sitting ducks in the path of a raging inferno.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Major Kira’s voice was quiet beside me as I straightened my new uniform. It felt a bit tighter than the standard-issue Starfleet uniforms, but I’d get used to it. I had no choice. “There’s still time to leave with Captain Sisko.”

“No. No, this is something I have to do. I can be of use here, both for the Federation and Bajor. Being half-Changeling means the Jem’Hadar and Vorta won’t harm me - that they may even listen to me. If I can make even a bit of difference in Bajor’s favor, then this is worth it,” I said turning to her. She stood a little straighter and gave me a solemn sort of smile as she pinned my new Bajoran rank insignia on my collar. I was still the rank of Lieutenant, even if that meant something slightly different in the Bajoran Militia than it did in Starfleet. “Thank you for trusting me with this....for taking my proposition to the ministers.”

“Don’t thank me yet. It’s a good idea, but it’s also a damned dangerous one. Dukat knows who you are and so does that Vorta, Weyoun. You’ll have to pull off one hell of an acting job to make it look as though you really wanted this transfer for benign reasons,” she said, and I nodded my head in agreement. Kira was right. This might be a foolish idea, but I had to try. My people had already done so many things wrong. I had to at least try and make some sort of a difference. “Here you go. Your new combadge.”

I pinned it to my right side as the other Bajoran officers did and thanked her quietly. The Major stepped back and let her eyes skim up and down the length of my body.

“Welcome to the Bajoran Militia, Lieutenant,” she said as the red alert sirens began blaring. “Sounds like our visitors are arriving. Let’s go.”

As we made our way to Ops, I felt the cool metal of the pendant beneath my uniform pressing against my skin. That’s what the metallic object that Weyoun had given me had turned out to be: a smooth, little, rectangular pendant about half a centimeter thick with something etched in its silvery surface that I couldn’t make out. It had a hole through the top just big enough for me to thread a chain through, so that’s precisely what I’d done. I had no idea what it was for or what it meant, but I wanted to keep it on me during this long-awaited conflict just in case.

“Captain, as a Major in the Bajoran Militia, I must officially protest Starfleet's refusal to turn over this station to my government,” Major Kira called as we stepped out of the lift into Ops and strode down toward the central station.

“Your protest is duly noted,” Captain Sisko stated before allowing his gaze to shift to me. After serving under him for so long, I could see the resignation in his expression as he took in my change of uniform. He placed a hand on my shoulder and gave me a fatherly smile reminiscent of the ones he so often gave his son. Swallowing back the tears that threatened to well up in my eyes, I gave him a respectful nod.

“Good. Now that that's over with, Kira Nerys reporting for duty,” the Major said standing tall, and I lifted my own chin in pride. We weren’t going down without a fight, that was for damn sure. Vaguely on the edge of my consciousness, I could feel Weyoun - his ship must be getting close to the station. Mentally, I braced myself and tried to block out that part of my awareness. My job was aiding in the defense of the station while Martok’s ship defended the Defiant. I got to my station and helped bolster the shields. Worf needed every second he could get to maintain the station’s defenses. In several long minutes, Dax contacted the station. By that time I’d fallen into a pattern of work that completely removed me from my worries about Weyoun’s safety and about the future of Bajor. All I knew were exact percentages of shields all over the station and exactly what relays were holding us together.

“We’ve set the last mines,” she called, and everyone in Ops released a collective sigh of relief. That was part one of this plan completed.

“Activate the field and return to the station,” Sisko ordered, and when Dax acknowledged, we turned our attention to the Dominion fleet surrounding the station.

“The Dominion fleet is regrouping, and I'm detecting another wave of enemy ships entering Bajoran space,” Major Kira called, and as my eyes met the Captain’s we both knew what was happening here. The station was lost.

“What are your orders, Captain?” Worf called from his position.

“We've done all we can here. Notify all remaining Starfleet personnel. We're evacuating the station,” he called, and with a heavy heart, we put out the evacuation order. Moments later, the station residents were gathered on the Promenade. All Starfleet officers were on either Martok’s ship or the Defiant, except the Captain who stood to address the crowd. I could barely process the words he was saying before he was beaming to the Defiant and leaving. Looking to my side, I saw Major Kira looking as shell-shocked as I felt.

He was gone. This was really happening. Starfleet had really abandoned Deep Space Nine. Blinking hard a few times, Kira gestured for me and Odo to come with her to Ops. Time for the last bit of the plan. A final message was sent from the comm panel welcoming the Dominion to the Bajoran station, and Kira took a deep breath.

“Computer, initiate program Sisko One Nine Seven,” she called and all the panels in Ops began to self-destruct. Explosions and electricity arced from one display to the next until Ops was nothing more than a smoking mess of destroyed parts. “Dukat wanted the station back, he can have it.“

With a last look around, we went to greet our...was ‘guests’ the right word for an approaching occupation force? Probably not.

Minutes later as I strode down the Promenade beside Major Kira, Odo, and Quark, we saw the Jem’Hadar, Dukat, and Weyoun all come out of their docking airlock. The reactions to our presence were many and varied. Dukat looked arrogant in the face of his temporary victory - I had to view it as temporary, or I’d lose confidence in my own choice to remain here - and when his eyes skimmed the four of us and landed on me, he gave a dark smirk. Oh, that I didn’t like one single bit. The Jem’Hadar all looked ready to murder us should we step out of line, and Weyoun...oh, Weyoun. He looked like his usual polite self, but when his eyes landed on me, I saw several emotions flit across his features before he could stop himself: surprise, happiness, concern...No doubt he wondered what the hell I was still doing here. Kira cleared her throat and began to speak.

“Gentlemen, on behalf of the Bajoran government–”

“And the Promenade Merchants' Association!” Quark interjected.

“–I officially welcome you to Deep Space Nine,” Kira finished, and Dukat gave her an evil grin.

“You mean Terok Nor, don't you?” He asked, but before either party could speak further, Weyoun stepped forward and gave a little half-bow.

“Founders, we're honored by your decision to remain with us,” he said looking between Odo and myself, allowing his gaze to linger on me somewhat longer than the security chief.

“I'm not here as a Founder. I'm the station's Chief of Security,” Odo said, and Weyoun gave a respectful nod of his head.

“And you? What is a Federation officer doing here?” Dukat asked stepping uncomfortably close to me. I met his gaze with confidence despite the sound of the Jem’Hadar warriors training their weapons on me.

“I’m no longer a Federation officer. I’ve been granted Bajoran citizenship and the rank of Lieutenant in the Bajoran Militia,” I answered with a smile so polite and deadly that it would rival even one of Weyoun’s. The Cardassian walked a slow circle around me, letting his gaze rove shamelessly over the length of my body.

“Well...the uniform is certainly an improvement. It looks much...tighter than the stuffy Federation rags you wore before,” he murmured near my ear before walking back toward the waiting Jem’Hadar. With a barely concealed glare at Dukat, Weyoun ordered them to lower their weapons, and they did so while eyeing me suspiciously.

“No matter your reasons for staying, having two gods walk amongst us is most gratifying,” Weyoun said trying to smooth over the Cardassian’s crude remarks.

“Well, Odo...you, me, the Major...together again. It should be most interesting. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be in my office,” Dukat said beginning to lead his entourage toward Ops. I caught Weyoun’s gaze. He came briefly to my side and I managed to murmur quietly to him.

“We need to talk when you’re free,” I said, and he gave me a warm smile as he nodded in agreement. The two of them walked away with the soldiers, and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. The four of us looked at each other, and Odo huffed a quiet sigh.

“I think you’d better be careful around Dukat. He’ll be looking for any sort of excuse to throw you in the brig or worse,” he advised, and I nodded my head in acknowledgment. “Come to me if you need anything.”

“I will. I promise,” I said quietly.

“Right, let’s get to work with this transition. Lieutenant, you’re with me,” the Major ordered, and I followed her obediently.

That night when my duties were completed, I returned to my quarters, trying not to think too much about the change of administration aboard the station. I could only imagine how the Bajorans felt. Not only had they lost the Federation’s protection, they’d also lost their Emissary. The Captain may have only recently accepted his role as a Bajoran spiritual figure, but I knew they held him in high regard. I felt a bit lost without his leadership as well, and it had only been a few hours since his departure from the station.

No. No, I’d assured him I could do this. Captain Sisko trusted that I could carry out this mission - he believed in me. I couldn’t let him down. I wouldn’t.

I was startled out of my contemplative state by my door chime. Who in the world could be visiting me at a time like this?

“Who is it?” I called as I stood near a panel in which I’d hidden a phaser. Nobody would catch me unawares, Dominion occupation or not.

“It’s Weyoun,” a familiar voice called, and I mentally took a deep breath moving away from the panel as I called for him to enter. He must have been able to feel the tension ebb away as he stepped into view. As soon as the door to my quarters hissed closed behind him, Weyoun strode quickly to me, pulled me against him, and caught my lips in a kiss that conveyed so much more than I’d expected. Concern, pride, love, and some sort of resignation about my decision all intermingled.

“Wonderful, lovely, foolish girl. What am I going to do with you?” Weyoun’s hands slid slowly down the sides of my face and he nuzzled my nose softly. “I felt your presence when we boarded the station, but I thought I was mistaken. Far be it from me to question your decisions, but why have you remained here? Please do not misunderstand me, I’m overjoyed to see you, but...my dear, you are in danger every moment that you’re here. Dukat and his men are treacherous and would like nothing more than to make an example of you, should you give him reason. He doesn’t see you for what you truly are. He only knows you as a Federation officer who vexes him and continually refuses his advances.”

Weyoun held my hands softly in his as he spoke, and his eyes searched mine for some sort of answer.

“Why would you risk yourself like that? The Jem’Hadar would never harm you, and neither would I, of course, but the Cardassians–”

Placing one hand on his chest, I shushed him quietly.

“I stayed because I can do more good here than I could on the Defiant, but we can discuss that later,” I answered honestly - a risk, to be sure, but one I felt confident enough to take. “It’s good to see you too, Weyoun. You seem well. The slightly battle-ruffled look suits you.”

I gave him a playful little wink, and his cheeks flamed a beautiful purple shade even as he gave me a bashful grin.

“You flatter me, Lieutenant,” he muttered placing one of his hands over mine on his chest. “You know, Dukat may be a crude, tactless fool, but he was correct about one thing: no matter your reason for wearing it, the Bajoran uniform looks lovely on you.”

Weyoun’s quiet words and gentle smile made me blush this time. Averting my gaze, I started to stammer out a protest, but he never let me finish. The Vorta’s lips met mine silencing me and reducing me to a melty, flustered mess in his embrace. His arms wrapped around me just as his emotions did.

My heart stuttered. I’d never get used to feeling this surrounded, this engulfed and protected and loved. When we finally parted for air, his forehead rested against mine.

“What were you thinking? As many of me can be activated as are needed, but you...you are irreplaceable. If I’d lost you–” He broke off abruptly when his voice cracked, choosing to hold me a little tighter instead of finishing his thought. There was no need to. I understood what he meant perfectly, even if he couldn’t put it into words. I could feel it in every fiber of my being as acutely as he could.

“You won’t lose me. No matter the cost, I’ll always find my way back to you,” I promised echoing his words from several months before. He’d meant it back then, and I certainly meant it now. I’d failed to protect him once, I’d succeeded once, and I had sworn to myself I’d never fail to again. No matter what the universe threw at us, I was determined to keep this sweet man safe. He deserved that much - well, actually, he deserved a hell of a lot more, but I’d start with protecting him and giving him the love he so desperately needed. “Do you...? Have you chosen quarters yet? If not, you could...you could stay here if you want...”

Weyoun pulled back just far enough to look at me.

“You mean...live here? With you?” He asked, and for a moment I thought I’d made a grave error. After all, why would the new head of the station want to stay with a lowly Lieutenant?

“I-It was just a suggestion. I completely understand if you don’t find the idea appealing,” I said trying not to sound as anxious as I felt. Averting my gaze with a nervous smile, I felt my breath hitch when Weyoun cupped my cheek and coaxed me into looking at him again.

“My dear, how could I ever find the idea of being around you unappealing?” He asked with a soft, gentle smile on his lips. “As long as my being here isn’t an imposition, I’d be honored to stay with you.”

Without a verbal answer, I grasped Weyoun’s hands lightly and began to lead him to my bedroom. Coaxing him into sitting on the side of the bed, I stepped gently between his legs as his hands rested lightly on my hips. Tracing the tips of my fingers down the front of his asymmetrical vest, I gave him a little smile.

“We’ve both had a long, stressful day. Would you like me to help you undress?” At my suggestion, the Vorta’s eyes went even wider than usual.

“I couldn’t possibly ask you to do something so menial. Whether you want me to think of you that way or not, the fact remains that you are a Founder. For you to undress me would be degrading for you,” Weyoun protested looking slightly horrified by the prospect, despite the intrigue I could feel through our link.

“If you don’t want me to, that’s entirely your decision and I’ll respect it. For context, though, humans and many other Alpha Quadrant species consider things like undressing each other to be a form of intimacy - even sensuality in the right set of circumstances. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” I explained placing a soft kiss on his forehead and taking a step back to give him some space. “I don’t know if you brought clothing with you, but if you didn’t and you want something to sleep in, I have a few oversized shirts that might fit you. You’re more than welcome to use whatever you like.”

“Thank you.” Weyoun’s words came out as barely more than a breath even as his fingers closed over mine. “Perhaps...for now, just the sleep clothes?”

Nodding my head, I went to retrieve a few things for him to choose from.

“I’m fairly certain at least one of these shirts should fit you, but you might have to make do with whatever you’re wearing beneath those stylish slacks of yours,” I said laying a few things out on the bed beside him. “I’ll give you some privacy to get changed.”

A few minutes later, I returned to the bedroom in my own pajamas to find Weyoun in my soft, light blue shirt and what looked like a pair of dark purple boxers. The shirt was normally a couple of sizes too large for me, but it looked as though it fit him a little better. I leaned against the door frame and admired him silently for a bit before he noticed me.

“What do you think?” He asked holding his arms out at his sides. Putting on a faux-pensive expression, I strode slowly over to the Vorta and stopped only inches away.

“I think you look much better in my clothes than I do,” I said as a smile split my lips and a purple blush floated up his cheeks all the way to the outer edges of his ears. Weyoun’s eyes skimmed down the column of my neck and paused there.

“Y-You kept it?” Confusion knitted my brow until I realized he was referring to the pendant. Tracing the length of the chain I’d hung it on with the tips of my fingers, I nodded my head.

“Of course I did. The man I love gave it to me hours before we...b-before...” I trailed off unable to voice the reality of what had almost happened. My eyes dropped to the carpet as the what-ifs began to cement themselves in my mind. If things had gone any worse...if the station’s shields had been breached too early or if the ship he’d been on had been any less sturdy than it was...

A murmur of my name and hands on my shoulders drew me out of my spiraling thoughts and back to the here and now.

Back to Weyoun who was looking at me with those vibrant eyes saturated with concern.

“We survived. We’re safe.” The promise flowed so easily from his tongue that I let myself believe it, even if only for this one night. In the aftermath of such chaos, I allowed myself to be pulled gently into the bed and subsequently into my lover’s arms. Just this once, I’d allow myself to savor the feeling of Weyoun’s arms around me as I nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Just this once, I let myself revel in the sensation of soft lips on my forehead and warm breath caressing my skin as Weyoun’s emotions mixed with mine and he whispered to me. “I love you, my little goddess. Nothing will take me from you.”

Just this once, I didn’t argue his choice of words regarding my heritage as a Changeling. We’d each been terrified over the other’s safety today. Let him take comfort where he chose. He deserved that much. We both did. Just this once. Shoving everything aside except the fact that Weyoun was in my arms and the quiet beating of his heart beneath my palm, I let myself take deep, slow breaths as I began to drift to sleep.

“I love you too, W’youn,” was all I managed before I surrendered to slumber in the arms of a man who should be nothing more than my enemy.

#deepspacedukat fic #weyoun 5 #weyoun 5 x reader #spoilers for S5E26 Call To Arms #emotions #fluff #suffer with me

17 notes · View notes

voidofall · 3 years

Text

Day two of the @trektober-challenge !!

Prompt Trek: Lower Decks/Background Characters

Ok this was an attempt to try and get the lower decks style down but it was the hardest thing ever to do and I will never be doing this again. But petition to put four Romulans and a Changeling in the background of the next season XD.

Sindari and Ralaa are my ocs! Marius and Verelan belong to @paxromulana Yal belongs to @sweetevilgoo

Commission | Tip Jar

28 notes · View notes

mylittleredgirl · 2 years

Text

re-watching “way of the warrior” and it occurs to me that i never really thought enough about the coup on cardassia.

we know martok is a changeling and maneuvering gowron toward breaking with the federation and invading cardassia, under the story that the civilian overthrow of the central command was the result of changeling infiltration. ds9 sets up the dissident movement in seasons 2 & 3, and the detapa council members rescued in the episode pass blood screenings, so i thought we were supposed to believe the cardassian revolution was genuine. but martok also passed a sort of blood screening, and the changeling modus operandi doesn’t seem to be replacing the actual leaders in charge, but the people advising them (e.g. martok & that time admiral layton from “paradise lost” got replaced for a minute before odo discovered him).

so, all this time i assumed that it started with martok, and the dominion didn’t get involved with cardassia until AFTER the klingon invasion, when their infrastructure was fucked and they were desperate enough to accept an overture to join the dominion. but there wouldn’t have been a cause for war if there hadn’t been an unlikely revolution on cardassia, so probably the dominion WAS at least partly responsible for the change in cardassian government. and actually, there may have been embedded changelings encouraging dukat to accept dominion membership for all we know.

i’m now ALSO thinking about how a forgotten plot point from “homefront”/“paradise lost” is that the conference that got bombed was with the the romulans — a historic occasion for sure, having romulan dignitaries on earth for a summit. if the changeling hadn’t been caught on camera, that could’ve heated up the federation/romulan cold war real fast.

totally wild to think about how much of the shifting political landscape in ds9 could have been due to changeling manipulation. if there were really 4 changelings on earth in “paradise lost,” did they send a few to every planet? what other things are they responsible for & what other plans got thwarted along the way?

the maquis/dmz conflict is probably independent of that since it started before the first real interaction between the founders and the alpha quadrant (in “the search”), though it did threaten the federation/cardassian alliance. i wonder if the changelings attempted to plant someone on bajor to try and separate bajor from the federation — maybe someone in the vedek assembly fueling winn’s conflict with sisko?

this isn’t really going anywhere except to say that i love alien politics and love the infinite layers of intrigue in ds9, send post.

#deep space nine #star trek thoughts

17 notes · View notes

nothingadventured-nothinggained · 3 years

Text

Blip, Chapter 3

Summary: Y/N has to learn to cope with the loss of Yondu during the blip. Lots and LOTS of angst.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 4

Two more years passed and that Zune became your most treasured item. You saved all of the music to your computer just in case something happened, but every time you listened it was to the exact same Zune, with the exact same black wired headphones. The Zune that Yondu once held in his hands, hoping to use it to repair the rift between him and his son.

It had been five years since the Blip. It looked as if there was no hope for Yondu and the rest of your family to return, so you tried to adjust to the new normal. Members of your support group were beginning to go out on dates, with other widows who were tried to return to normal. They tried to encourage you to put yourself out there, but there was no way you could imagine being with anyone but Yondu. He held your heart, and you couldn’t even imagine giving it to someone else.

Your life became a normal routine of work, home, sleep, repeat. The weekends became a time to rest and visit with friends. While you didn’t date, you did get a solid friend group going with your coworkers. Weekend hang outs would usually be brunch or dinner, but occasionally you would go out to a bar or night club. Sometimes at the bars men would try to hit on you, which you always found funny. If Yondu were here, he wouldn’t tolerate a man even looking at you inappropriately.

The one time anyone dared to flirt with you was on Contraxia, when a purple fish-like man slid into your booth, two drinks in hand. He rambled off something about your looks and you, knowing Yondu would be there any minute and feeling a bit rebellious, harmlessly flirted back. He barely had time to respond before a yaka arrow was aimed at his throat. Yondu was near the booth in seconds, demanding “You get the hell away from my girl.”

Once the man was dealt with and ran off, you were happy to have some drinks with your then-boyfriend. Only Yondu didn’t take too kindly to your harmless flirting. He dragged you back to the ship only to spend the rest of the night reminding you who you belonged to.

Yondu wasn’t here anymore to defend you from these men, but you still never forgot that you were his, and only his. You didn’t even harmlessly flirt anymore, you just waved the men off and returned to dancing with your friends.

This Saturday was like a normal day, and you were out at brunch with your friends. You constantly were ranting about work, men, and everything happening in your lives. Being out of the office along with a few mimosas released your inhibitions and let your mirth fly free.

“I hate the reports he turns in for editing,” one of your coworkers groaned. “There are so many errors with it, I may as well just rewrite the whole thing.”

“I mean if he’s confusing the Romulans and the Changelings, he has no business writing a report on them,” another agreed, using their code words for Kree and Skrull.

This was how normalcy went. Five years of it. It all seemed so dull to you, after working on a Ravager ship in space. But this was your life now.

Suddenly, multiple people began running through the streets. You and your coworkers jumped up, ready for action. You did work at S.H.I.E.L.D. after all; alien occurrences weren’t out of the question.

“Look!” one of your coworkers yelled, pointing to the corner of the outdoor patio you were on. You all looked to see, out of thin air, a cloud of dust coming together. It formed to make a middle aged woman in fine clothing. When she was fully formed, she jumped up and looked at her hands.

“What happened?!” the woman said, looking around. “Where did everyone go?”

You began to look all around you and saw so many people beginning to reform from the dust. Once they were formed they began running around, looking for a way to get in touch with their loved ones.

“It’s the Blip… It’s been undone,” one of your coworkers mumbled.

As soon as she said that, your breath caught in your chest. If the blip was undone… Does that mean…

You immediately grabbed your jacket and ran out of the restaurant, not caring about paying for your bill. Only one thing was on your mind right now, and that was getting to your long-range communicator.

It was hard to get out of the city, with everyone running around and screaming. In any other situation, you would let people borrow your phone to get in touch with their loved ones, but you were on a journey of your own. You had a sliver of hope in your chest, one you hadn’t had in years. You had given up any hope of Yondu returning to you but now you allowed yourself to feel that hope. It was like you could feel him.

In what seemed like eons, you finally got home. You ran up to your bedroom, not even bothering to close the front door behind you. You took the stairs two at a time. When you got upstairs, you opened up your bedside table, the one with a picture of you and Yondu on it. Inside there was a wrist com, with a blinking green light on it.

You grab the communicator in shaking hands and press the button. “Kraglin?” you asked.

Kraglin’s voice immediately answered you. “(Y/N)! Thank the maker you answered. Everyone is coming back!”

He barely got the words out of his mouth before you were frantically demanding, “And Yondu?! Where is he?”

“Cap’n reached out to your comm as soon as he came back. When you didn’t answer, we zeroed in on the comms location. He’s in the M-ship on his way to you now,” he explained. “The rest of us are headed to Pete’s distress call, but he’s coming to you.”

You froze. Kraglin mentioning a distress call didn’t even faze you because that was just background noise after he told you what you wanted to hear. Yondu was alive. Yondu, the love of your life, your husband, was alive and coming for you. He was on his way to you, right now. All you had to do was wait.

You couldn’t disguise the sharp intake of breath you took, halfway between a sob and a laugh. You could sense Kraglin’s happiness on the other end of the comm, despite not seeing his face.

You wrapped the communicator around your wrist and ran outside, looking to the sky. Before the Blip, landing a Ravager ship in such a populated area, let alone on Terra in general, was out of the question. But if Yondu was coming to find you and not stopping, then Terran laws be damned.

When you looked to the sky you immediately began fiddling with your wedding ring. You could hear your vows with Yondu ringing through your ears. “No matter where I am, I will find my way back to you,” was what he swore.

Five years later, and your husband was finally finding his way back to you.

#yondu udonta #yondu x reader #yondu udonta x reader #marvel #the blip #blip fanfic

77 notes · View notes

kaelio · 4 years

Text

"The Dominion was completely justified in starting a war against the Federation." Wait, wait, don't walk away yet. I'm not claiming the Dominion was a good and just government, simply that most of their actions as portrayed in the show were reasonable responses to the actions of their opponents. Stick with me here, this is pretty long. So, lets look at the series from the Dominion's point of view. Sisko discovers the wormhole and a bunch of random ships start flying through and exploring/colonizing/exploiting the things they find on the other side. Almost immediately in Season 1 we see that other space-faring civilizations live in the Gamma Quadrant, but no mention is made of the Federation checking to see if anyone already claims any of this space. Let's make the fair assumption that the Federation/Alpha quadrant are not aware of the Dominion at this point, so they're not being intentionally aggressive, but they are being a little naive in not analyzing the political landscape of their new unexplored frontier. Now Season 2. At this point the name "Dominion" is being repeated by alien species the Federation encounters. By episode 6 of the season the fucking Grand Nagus has discerned that there is a powerful political entity in the Gamma Quadrant, yet Star Fleet is still shrugging their shoulders even when a race of refugees fly through the wormhole and mention that their former overlords were conquered by "The Dominion". At this point Starfleet is sending shit tons of ships through the wormhole and even the Bajorans are forming permanent colonies in the Gamma Quadrant. Now, whether it's fair or not, The Dominion believes that the whole area around the Wormhole is part of their territory and at this point a bunch of aliens have been showing up and putting down roots. So now lets get the first real encounter with the Dominion. The Season 2 finale "The Jem'hadar". The Jem'hadar ambush Sisko (and Quark) on a random Gamma Quadrant planet and lock him up, meanwhile they apparently attack and wipe out the Bajoran colony, then they proceed to fly a ship through the wormhole and with mighty big-dick-energy beam onto Ops to calmly tell the Federation to "STOP COMING THROUGH THE WORMHOLE". Sisko also has a conversation with one of his jailers who also says, "YOU ARE VIOLATING DOMINION SPACE AND WE WILL NOT TOLERATE IT ANYMORE!" Ok, so they came at this like huge assholes, but The Dominion most likely wanted to scare the shit out of the Federation by showing overwhelming military power while delivering a very explicit message (we also learn that they always intended to let Sisko escape so that he would carry the message, and the Vorta spy, back home). So another civilization just showed up and said, "Plz stop coming into our space.", so what does Starfleet do? They send a fucking Galaxy class starship right into the Gamma Quadrant. Again, the Dominion responds with overwhelming military force, but then LETS THE RUNABOUTS retreat. At this point the Dominion has not indicated that they give a shit about the Alpha Quadrant. Season 3. Jesus Christ, Starfleet makes buddies with the Romulans and builds a goddamn cloaking warship for the sole purpose of flying deep into Dominion territory to find the goddamn Founders. What the fuck guys?! So they learn that the Founder are a species that is deeply distrustful and fearful of other aliens and that The Dominion is a giant wall of violence to protect them. Ok, good thing The Founders have nothing to worry about in the Alpha Quadrant....then the Obsidian Order and the Tal Shiar decide to build a fleet, fly it into the Gamma Quadrant for the sole purpose of killing all the Founders, and a fucking Starfleet admiral jokes about wishing them luck. This Season ends with that Changeling on the Defiant getting killed by Odo. Season 4. This season involves the completely reasonable intelligence ops the Dominions carries out on the Alpha powers. They trick the Klingons into going to war against the Cardassians, and cause all that ruckus on Earth. The season ends with them further fucking with Starfleet by convincing Odo that Gowron is a Changeling. These moves are aggressive, but the Alpha powers at this point have demonstrated that they are aggressive towards the Changeling, and basically every major power on modern Earth engages in this kind of spycraft without it being an act of war. Season 5. Episode fucking 2 Sisko and his team are fucking around in the Gamma Quadrant when a Jem’hadar ship crashes on the planet. Is Starfleet at war with the Dominion? Nope. So why the fuck are they on the wrong side of the wormhole when another civilization has told them that it violates their space? Okay, so Sisko lays claim to this ship and a Vorta shows up and says, “Yo, that’s ours, give it back.” and Sisko is like, “Nope, mine now!” despite the fact that it crash landed IN THE GAMMA QUADRANT, which is DOMINION SPACE! In any case, a changeling dies because of this and Sisko is all like, “Why didn’t you trust us enough to tell us about the Changeling” and the Vorta is just like “WTF is wrong with these humans.” Season 5 is when the war starts though, so let's go into detail on exactly HOW this war started. The Dominion finally flies ships through the wormhole, to attack?! Nope! The ships turn towards Caradassia because Gul Dukat, as a duly recognized representative of the civilian government of Cardassia, has negotiated a treaty where the Dominion recognizes Cardassian territory as a protectorate, and thus it is completely legally sending ships through the (neutral space) wormhole to protect it’s new ally. And Cardassia has a completely valid reason to do this, they are being stymied by the Maquis and are getting their shit kicked in by the Klingons. The Dominion solves these problems for them quite readily. So here is the thing. The Dominion keeps sending ships through the wormhole, but they never ATTACK the Federation. The Federation literally forces a war when they MINE THE FUCKING WORMHOLE. Remember, the wormhole is supposed to be neutral space. Starfleet has sure been acting like they can fly through it whenever they want, so why can’t the Dominion? So they mine the wormhole and shots finally get fired...rest of the series follows. TL;DR: Starfleet antagonizes and ignores the many diplomatic/military threats of the Dominion, forcing the Dominion to finally start a shooting war just to open up their supply lines back to their home territory.

- user “Anonymous Zebra” (who is not me)

#tagged as Things i Will be Stealing #scorchin takes

200 notes · View notes

crossoverworldtree · 2 years

Text

Ships of Star Trek

Note: These are not the ships of Star Trek, but from the civilizations featured in those series from the 20th and 21st centuries, where the majority of play takes place. A few tweaks are needed (mostly speed and shields) to get to the later eras.

Name: Early Battlecruiser (Rutan Host/Skrull/Changeling) Size: 6 DC: 2800 Toughness: 2 Crew: 4 Acceleration: 5 Accuracy/Sensors: 7 Armor Value (Hull): 160 Shield DC: 2000 (Regenerating) Handling: 1 Range: Minor Inter-Stellar Max Speed: NA Additional Builds: Emergency Measures: 4 Point Extra Space: 3 FTL Capacity: Warp 3 Guns: 12-14 Phaser Banks (300 Phaser Damage), 2-4 Torpedo Launcher Other Equipment: Intellect 5, Medical Facilities

In one corner of the galaxy, the Rutan Host/Founders/Daemonites/Dire Wraiths/Skrulls use these ships to enforce their order in their territory. Only they have the resources to build such ships while limited by Warp speeds.

Name: Cruiser (Federation Constitution-class vessel, Klingon K'Tinga or D7, Bajoran Freighter, Jem'Hadar Flagship) Size: 5 DC: 2100 Toughness: 2 Crew: 4 (Full Crew) Acceleration: 3 Accuracy/Sensors: 6 Armor Value (Hull): 150 Shield DC: 1500 Handling: 1 Range: Minor Inter-Stellar Max Speed: 600

Additional Builds: Emergency Measures: 6 Point Extra Space: 3 FTL Capacity: Warp 4

Guns: 4-8 Phaser Banks (300 Phaser Damage), 2-6 Torpedo Launcher (Photon) (200 Torpedoes total.)

Other Equipment: Intellect 5, Medical Facilities, Transporter

Most ships in the Original Series or earlier eras were around this size. Many science vessels and cruisers are in this size category as well. A full crew component is needed for these ships.

In the late 20th/early 21st century, this is the top-of-the-line ship of the various non-Goa'uld civilizations. The Draconians (Klingons), The Cappellan's/Iridonians, Kree and their various subspecies, The Nestene Consciousness, Yaut'ja/Predators, the refugee fleet of the Denizens of Yaddith, and the Rutan Host/Changelings.

The Changeling Ships have an additional weapon, a Phased Polaron Disruptor which deals 300 Plasma damage.

Name: Defiant/Heavy Fighter/Transport (Jem'Hadar Attack Ship, Klingon Bird of Prey, Romulan Bird of Prey, Bajoran Assault Vessel) Size: 3 DC: 800 Toughness: 3 Crew: (4) Acceleration: 5 Accuracy/Sensors: 6Armor Value (Hull): 130 Shield DC: 500 Handling: 3 Range: Minor Inter-Stellar Max Speed: 600 Additional Builds: Emergency Measures: 4 Point. Extra Space: FTL Capacity: Warp 4 Guns: 2 Pulse Phasers (200 Phaser Damage, 2 hits per shot, -2 to hit), 2 Phaser Banks (300 Phaser damage) 2 Torpedo Launchers (8 Photon 300)

Other Equipment: Intellect 3, Medical Facilities 3, Transporter

Heavy Fighters, large cargo haulers, and other ships too small to be cruisers, but too large to be fighters or shuttles. Skrull/Rotan Host/Changeling vessels are also equipped with a Phased Polaron Cannon which deals 200 Plasma damage. Also, Romulan Birds of Prey Torpedo deal Plasma damage

Name: Fighter or Large Shuttle Size: 2 DC: 560 Toughness: 2 Crew: (Pilot, Gunner) Acceleration: 5 Accuracy/Sensors: 6 Armor Value (Hull): 70 Shield DC: 400 Handling: 3 Range: Minor Inter-Stellar Max Speed: 600

Additional Builds: Reduced Armor Emergency Measures: None Extra Space: FTL Capacity: Warp 3 Guns: 2 Light Phasers (200 Phaser Damage), 1 Torpedo Launcher (8 Torpedoes, 300 damage) Other Equipment: Intellect 4, Medical Facilities 3

Fighters are rare in the Federation, and many others powers see little use for them. They remain effective, however, it's just that society and economics work against the building and training of Fighter craft. More often, a weaponless captain's yatch or shuttelcraft.

Name: Runabout Size: 0 DC: 200 Toughness: 0 Crew: (Pilot) Acceleration: 5 Accuracy/: 4 Armor Value (Hull): 55 Shield DC: 200 (Original Series era. Add 100 for Next Gen, subtract 100 for Enterprise era) Handling: 5 Range: Minor Inter-Stellar Max Speed: 600 Additional Builds: Reduced Armor Emergency Measures: None Extra Space: 0 FTL Capacity: Warp 2 Other Equipment: Intellect 4, Medical Facilities 3 A glorified escape pod, really, also used for exploration when the transporters are not fully functional.

#Ships #Technology #Star Trek #Special Item

2 notes · View notes

pluralzalpha · 3 years

Text

Obscure Star Trek aliens 36

The Vendorians

Less obscure than they were six months ago, the Vendorians are a shapeshifting species from the planet Vendor (or Vendoria) on the edge of Romulan space.

They first appeared in TAS: “The Survivor,” where we learned that while the Federation has quarantined Vendor, the Romulans still break treaty and sometimes use them as agents. The UFP considers them psychologically unfit to take part in the galactic community, considering they are naturally deceitful, but this is more down to their desire to mimic other beings to learn about them.

The Vendorians might be even more powerful than the Changelings. They can alter their molecular structure; turn into functional objects and mechanisms, even deflector shields; and when they take the form of an individual for a long time they can begin to think and feel like them. Whenthis happens, though, they’re shunned by their own people.

Another Vendorian finally appeared in Lower Decks on Tulgana 4, pretending to be an Andorian.

#obscure star trek aliens #trek aliens #Star Trek #star trek tas #star trek lower decks #beta quadrant

36 notes · View notes

thcconstable · 3 years

Text

VERSES:

1. The Dominion War

Any thread that takes place within the Dominion War is in this verse. There may be several AUs that branch off from it. This verse covers both canon and AU stories.

Don’t know the Dominion War? Odo’s people, The Changelings, decide to redecorate the Alpha and Beta Quadrants. Through violence. The goal? Order. But like tyrannical order. Lots of feels. Lots of action.

2. The Dominion WINS

In this verse, Starfleet, the Klingon Empire, the Romulan Empire, and the Cardassian Empire (egos much?) believe they’ve put a stop to the Dominion. In reality, the Changelings have gone underground. They’re taking the place of important figures in galatic politics and changing the system from within.

No one knows who’s a Changeling and who’s the real deal. It’s chaos.

Lots of political intrigue, a bit of sleuthiness, inevitable fighting and war.

3. The Cardassian Empire

The Cardassians never turned against the Dominion in this verse. Instead, with their might, they overcame Starfleet and their allies. The universe ushered in a new ruling between the Dominion and the Cardassians.

Labor camps reopened, farms were razed, and it was a return to the sort of slavery and oppression the Bajorans experienced for years already. Except this time it’s on a galactic scale.

Only a few managed to escape and now form an underground resistance to win back the freedom of the Alpha quadrant.

Underground resistance tropes, potentially triggery, lots of action.

4. Stuck in the Hologram With You

The classic hologram episode. Quark’s been trying out his latest holovid. We decide what it is. Medieval adventure? A spin at Hogwarts? Zombie apocalypse? Let the meta run wild in this universe.

The only problem is getting out of the hologram is far harder than it seems when the machine inevitably malfunctions. The characters are stuck in it and will have to continue to play their parts until they can find a way out.

Potential for utter silliness, let your imagination run wild.

5. Mirror Universe

Wanna be evil? Let’s be evil. Enough said.

More to come.

#verses

2 notes · View notes

revrads · 2 years

Note

Hey, a few questions about your OC story:

1: How does Ryan being both the Emergency Medical Hologram and an ex-borg work, exactly? I'm assuming he was assimilated like how the Doctor's mobile emitter was assimilated by Seven's nanoprobes, but how come he has borg implants? Did he choose to have them for the Aesthetic? Because being an xB feels like a big part of his identity? Because he had no option for some reason?

2: Is Jerem's age counted from when he was formed or from when he was found, like how Odo was in his 30's (IIRC), but had actually formed several centuries ago.

3: How did you come up with the name Trailblazer? I noticed you didn't go down the 'Name it after the ship' route.

4: Was Turgon adopted by an Irish couple, by any chance? The name O'Rahily sounds rather more Irish than Romulan. He also doesn't seem to have ridges like some Romulans, though that could be his hair hiding them, so, assuming he was adopted, did they think he was a Vulcan?

5: Does Jackson have a robot eye? I noticed he seems to have a burn scar around one aye and it's both green and blue, whilst the other is just blue.

6: You said Niall is Betazoid / quarter Human-Caitian and I can't work out if you mean 50% Betazoid, 25% Human, 25% Caitian, or 75% Betazoid, 25% human/Caitian to some extent.

7: Is there a particular reason why Jerem's pupils are less noticeable than the others (excluding Niall) or is that just the way you draw changelings in your art style, I've seen some people draw Odo with less noticeable pupils than other characters, so I don't know if you're doing that or there's some other reason, and if so, I'm interested in the reason.

Hi! Thanks for stopping by! (And giving me a reason to ramble on about Them :D)

Now onto the answers! :)

Short answer; Yes, the implants are mostly aesthetic features requested by the original Ryan Hagerty cause being a borg played a very large role in his development. Ryan is a one of a kind EMH, actually. A bit of story into this; Dr. Hagerty himself was assimilated at a pretty young age, managed to break free from the collective when he was found by the USS Odyssey, helped regain his previous identity, sent back to his family under close supervision from Starfleet, went to the Academy, and was also assigned into the Kaus. He died during the same mission which killed the previous captain. They managed to salvage what was left of his memory as the Chief Engineer Duncan Nagle had been experimenting with memory transfers (much like the one Dr. Graves did in TNG) and transferred most of his being and several standard Medical data into the EMH Duncan constructed based on the late CMO. Ryan was downloaded into Sickbay's computer to replace the previous EMH and from there on, confined to the ship from the holo-emitters installed but "alive" more or less. The only reason Ryan the EMH existed was cause the Chief Engineer couldn't let go of him. The constructed EMH was supposed to be sent to Starfleet as a base for the production of the new EMH in honor of Hagerty's bravery during the mission and apparent skills beyond age but due to the downloaded memories and apparent sentience of the holohram, he was no longer considered an EMH, but rather, Ryan Hagerty himself

Jerem's 30 from when he was first found. The guys that found him didn't know how old he actually was from the point of birth. All they knew was that he was found as a liquid on an asteroid and it took a few years for him to be able to take a solid form and speak coherent words (much like growing up) so it's mostly like he's 30, counted from the time he's close to maturity (when he was found) to that point. How many years he had been on the asteroid as a liquid still remained unknown

'Trailblazer' mostly cause the crew were younger than most standard on other ships and their age plays a lot of role into their characters, like Daniel was promoted to captain a week into his graduation. Also the Kaus is a new exploration ship so the characters mostly consider themselves as "pioneers", pioneers of what exactly, even they don't know. Also cause naming it Kaus sounded a bit weird to me

Yep! Turgon was found by an Admiral as a kid on a Starbase near the Vulcan system. They just kinda concluded he was Vulcan cause legit no one's gonna think a Romulan kid was stranded in Federation space. They thought he's an abandoned Vulcan child with a blood disability, and the forehead ridges weren't prominent until his early teen years. When they went to look more into his identity and found no name, no previous memory, no family, and no home, Admiral Michael O'Rahilly and his wife Kelley decided to adopt him and named him themselves. When he was about 13, the couple discovered that the boy wasn't Vulcan, but Romulan. At age 18, when he signed up for the Academy, some of the officers on the Academy wanted to take him back to the Romulan border. Turgon didn't want to go and, cause he's of age and legally a Federation citizen, they couldn't. He's the Honorary Irish Romulan

Kind of. It's not an entire robot eye, but an implant! Jack nearly lost his eye during the same mission that killed the captain and the original Dr. Hagerty, but it was salvageable with a self-engineered implant. It's not to replace the eye, but rather to recover some of the broken tissues and enhance some of their functions (much like Geordi's but it's a single ring on a single eye)

It's more like 50% Betazoid and 25% Human 25% Caitian- His mom is a Betazoid while his dad is half human half caitian. His telepathic abilities are limited to empathy (like Troi) but even though he's a psychologist with honors in psychology, he's more of a general doctor instead of a full time counselor. (Also explains why his name is a human name)

Mainly, it's an artstyle thing. Usually when drawing changelings that impersonate someone, I try to at least implement a major difference that's not noticeable at first, thus the clouded pupils. Also, to differentiate between him and the original Jeremiah Harrington cause they literally look the same

#star trek ocs #QnA #oc qna #Star Trek: Trailblazer #Ask and Ye Shall Receive #((this took a while to write so I'm sorry for the lateness))

1 note · View note

deepspacedukat · 2 years

Note

Don't forget colonel Lovok, though he was a changeling and Talok in STEnterprise.

Oh, no way could I forget Lovok! I have a fic request for him in my drafts, and I’ve been trying to decide what day he’ll be assigned to for kinktober. I think maybe Day 4, but I haven’t decided yet lol.

As for Talok, ooooh, I’ll have to see about adding him as well. The Romulans are all so damn pretty, what is this???

#deepspacedukat asks #anon ask #if evil why sexy

4 notes · View notes

vanvelding · 6 years

Text

People talk about Patrick Stewart coming back to Star Trek. They don’t want a send-off for Captain Picard (We had one of those and it was called “All Good Things…” They want more TNG, just TNG for a million years. www.TNG.com.

That’s not going to happen and if we ever—god forbid—see the TNG cast together in some kind of production, it should be a really real super sendoff. My initial impulse for that was something grimdark; ‘Fall of The Federation’ or some bullshit like that. Everything breaks. The universe is reset. Everybody dies.

Because of course everybody dies.

But that’s not want people want from TNG either. They want the people they like to be happy and to grow and change. The grimdark story is a lot easier to pitch, but it seems fair to start with the happy ending rundown and then say “but that’s not interesting” and do the stupid, grimdark lazy story.

So what’s that happy TNG ending look like?

Picard opts to remain a captain. He lives to see what’s left of the Romulans (and Remans) join The Federation. As the symptoms of Irumodic Syndrome begin, he retires to his vineyard, which becomes a visiting spot for various officers he’s known, civilians he’s saved, and visiting Onarians, Angosians, Tamarians, Ventaxians, and several more.

The curators of the Picard vineyard keep a book for visitors to sign and those volumes of visitors are featured in a museum based on Picard’s life and family history. Visitors can leave with a bottle of Chateau Picard.

Geordi becomes Picard’s executive officer shortly after the events of Nemesis. Four years later, he becomes a captain and recruits Ensign B-4 to the Challenger. With a handful of experienced officers, he leads a mapping mission to the near Delta Quadrant.

He woos and wins the heart of another Starfleet captain. They retire together after many, many years. He establishes communication with a hostile lifeform on Vagra II. Though it is thoroughly malicious and utterly evil, he continues regular correspondence with it until his death as an old, happy man.

Riker and Troi stay on the Titan. They lead a diplomatic mission to Turkana IV which restores peace and stability to the world after years of turmoil. Some time later, they welcome the world’s second Starfleet officer to the Titan.

Will and Deanna have several kids and retire from Starfleet. Deanna continues counseling and Will becomes a full-time dad. He never misses a moment of his kids growing up.

Lwaxana Troi loves her grandchildren and is the worst influence on them. She passes in time, as do both Deanna and Will. All three are buried alongside Ian Troi.

Worf returns to Qo’Nos as an ambassador. He’s denied the chance to lobby for reforms and is assigned the role of training recruits of the House of Martok to keep him busy. Over a twenty years later, the Martok Training Academy is a source of the Empire’s finest recruits.

When a sympathetic chancellor comes to the throne and Worf has the ear of several influential warriors, he begins pushing for real change in the Empire. He dies honorably in combat stopping a reactionary coup. He never sees his reforms implemented, nor the more stable, more prosperous Klingon Empire they create.

Alexander becomes The Federation ambassador to the Klingon Empire. He learns to understand Klingon culture, but lives the life of an otherwise ordinary Federation citizen.

Beverly Crusher returns to head Starfleet Medical. She wheel kicks no less than three evil admirals during her time at Starfleet Command and is promoted from admiral to head of The Federation’s Medical Council for general safety. Under her leadership, The Federation finds ways to cure the Teplan blight, detect changelings, and defend against biothreats like the Borg and Species 8472.

She also writes and produces a variety of productions on Earth. Her best known play is called “Kirk,” an epic musical biography of a historically overlooked Starfleet captain. She never retires and dies in office while passionately arguing the immorality of a resolution on the floor of The Federation Council. The resolution failed.

Wesley Crusher comes back and is his with his mother when she passes. He is assigned as a civilian mission specialist on dozens of Starfleet ships, behaves insufferably and brings out the best in every young ensign he happens across. He stabilizes quantum slipstream drive technology, fixes warp drives so they no longer damage subspace, and gets into a slap-fight with Q like one time, it’s no big deal!

B-4 continues to function for a very long time and uses Data’s knowledge to secure the rights of all synthetic life forms in The Federation. He dies stopping another Borg incursion and his daughter, Lora, spends her life trying to make peace with the Borg.

Katherine Pulaski never dies. She’s too mean. The Borg refused to assimilate her. During the Changeling threat, she is never considered as having possibly been replaced by a Changeling. She stops being racist against androids and holograms, BUT she’s just a little bit shittier to everyone else to make up for it.

Of course everyone dies. Everyone always dies. That’s life.

#TNG #Star Trek #an honest-to-god-blog

5 notes · View notes

ofstarfleetsmarvels · 3 years

Text

Blog Info - Canon

This blog has a very divergent canon across all the timelines my muses come from that is based in Star Trek (reboot continuity). Their canon events happened, but they diverge following various incidents. With exception of Saavik, all kids grow up to become superheroes known as Starfleet’s Marvels.

Star Trek

Let’s start simple. Saavik is 4 when her Romulan father is killed by angry Vulcans, and her Vulcan mother was already dead from illness by then. All it leaves is a small orphan on a planetoid in the neutral zone. She’s on her own for five years, fending for herself off the land. She learns to survive quickly, learns that when faced with a problem, you need to attack it before it attacks you.

So when she’s nine, a landing party of Vulcans tells her to get a sharp stick and fight back. Fortunately, most of them leave… but there’s one woman.

She has Vulcan ears, but her eyes are… kind. Not emotionless, as mother’s, as her father’s murderers, but… gentle. And she notices Saavik, when the others do not. She doesn’t get close. Her name, she tells Saavik, is Rebecca– and she is not Vulcan. She is human, with some Changeling genetics that allow her to change her ears.

She tells Saavik she is with Vulcans because they are her crew, that she has made her ears this way because her adoptive father is a Vulcan, and she offers to take Saavik far from this planet. Saavik is wary of her, when another Vulcan arrives and sees her.

Saavik feels it would be better if it looked like the woman is her prisoner, so she grabs her and holds up her stick menacingly. He moves on, seemingly laughing, but Rebecca reassures her and finishes her thought.

Saavik doesn’t have to stay with Vulcans if she does not wish to. But she could leave this planet, and have a real bed… warm food… clean water… a family, perhaps. So she leaves with Rebecca… but quickly becomes attached to the woman, calling her “mother” before two days’ time on the ship.

When she is a teenager, Saavik is kidnapped for ransom, and her mother trades places with her. By the time her father and the rest of the Polyhymnia crew have saved her mother, she has no memory of anything or anyone. Saavik lies to Starfleet recruiters, claiming that she has her grandfather’s permission to enlist (as she is 16 and could fast track) in order to join Starfleet and fight in the war for her mother. So… she’s grounded a year later, when her mother’s memories are back and she’s angry, but proud, and so she’s allowed to remain, a science officer on the USS Orville.

Shazam

It should be noted that this canon takes place in a timeline where Marvel and DC superheroes exist together. You’ll also notice some Heroes crossover, don’t worry about it.

Following the end of the movie, the kids go about their daily lives– hiding their identities from their foster parents, doing superhero things as needed, mainly living out normal lives.

Or, at least, they were until a man named Sylar figured out their secret identities. After their powers, he murdered their foster parents, leaving them once again without family… except each other.

Given their secret and their bond, the kids ran off together, continuing to fight crime and do their best to create a normal situation, on the run trying to keep away from Sylar. Unfortunately, a super villain battle causes him to catch up with them… well, anyways, it would be unfortunate if not for the woman who had suddenly appeared on the street during the battle, stunning the Sandman and stepping between them and Sylar when he’d arrived.

This was Rebecca. She was a young woman who looked at them as superheroes and saw the children they really were, and they as children got to see the adult she really was. They would tell their story– how Sylar had killed their parents, how they were on their own and didn’t know what to do or where to go, and she would offer to bring them back with her, to her universe and year– 2291. They would accept, becoming among only 8 superpowered humans in their timeline at the time of their arrival.

Brightburn

Brightburn, Kansas was gone. All that was left was one little boy, survived by some fluke, some miracle, but nobody knew that just yet. Brandon had left a trail of destruction in his wake, and was wrestling with his emotions.

Because inside of him was more than just an instinctive call to take the world. Inside of him was a 12-year-old who was terrified that he’d killed the only family he’d known even considering what they’d wanted to do to him. Even his mother…

A noise had jarred him and he’d whipped around to find a confused young woman, in a uniform from those really old space shows that sometimes came on TV when he was growing up, who cocks her head at him, telling him she’s lost, and her name is Rebecca.

He notices the weapon at her side, and fires his laser eyes at her, missing intentionally, just enough to scare her and make her disarm, which she does unquestioningly… unafraid. Why wasn’t she scared of him?

She helps him, as he wrestles with his feelings. Rebecca doesn’t hate him for what happened to Brightburn, even though he tells her. She tells him what her mother did to her, how she was abandoned, scorned, mocked… and tells him a story she knows, about two wolves at odds within every person, and how which wolf wins is the one that wins.

He doesn’t know which one he wants to win. But he takes her hand when the golden lights swirl around her, and goes back to her ship with her. Maybe it’ll be better there for him. Away from the call of his ship, away from the horrible things he’s done.

The Boys

One day, following Vought’s unveiling of a transporting technology that meant any of the Seven could be on the scene of a crime in seconds (instead of just certain people), Starlight curiously approaches the thing… and a glitch causes it to transport her off to a destination unknown.

The location would be a starship known as the USS Polyhymnia. When Annie panics and prepares to attack the strange people on the ship, she’s abruptly knocked unconscious by a twelve year old with glowing red eyes before being carried to the brig for the ship’s safety… and one of its science officers is called in to see her.

Rebecca meets Annie, a 17-year-old who just got out of hell even though she’s uncertain how she feels about it. Annie is cagey about the world she came from, but admits to being a superhero, lighting her eyes up with the yellow-ish glow when the woman briefly shapeshifts to a dark blue form with black hair and yellow eyes. Rebecca offers to give the teenager a place in her family and… admittedly scared of the risk of going back… Annie accepts.

One day, unexpectedly, another arrival appears from her old universe. He calls himself Homelander and when he learns he can never return to where he came from, sets his sights on one thing and one thing only: the same level of adoration in this universe as he had in his own. The immediate way he sees of doing that? None other than Starlight’s new mommy, poster child of Starfleet, face of the Federation, Rebecca.

Now, Rebecca is married and completely devoted, but a silly little thing like that won’t stop him. He forces Annie to help him lure out Rebecca away from others, capturing her and taking her into Romulan space to hide her and erase her memories again. Which would have been more successful if he’d known this timeline had just come to peaceful relations with Romulus and six Starfleet ships would be quick to get on the hunt for him.

They’re going off almost nothing until Rebecca, amnesiac again, wakes up… and her gut tells her the man saying he’s her husband, and that he loves her, is lying, and remembering voices when he calls her Rebecca– people, talking to her. Parents. Siblings. A man who calls her ashaya and his voice is so gentle and comforting and familiar…

She tricks the man who has her hostage into letting her call her brother. James answers and is greeted by her calling him by a nickname. A nickname she uses as a code word for being in danger, while she taps her nails against the console. V'Len on the Polyhymnia translates the tapping as morse code– her coordinates, and the ships locate her with ease after that.

Homelander kills two security officers from the USS Mayflower, but he doesn’t get a hand on the others– Rebecca’s siblings and husband, and James lands the killing blow against him, snapping his neck before going to help restore his older sister’s memories.

This is when Annie finally realizes how much Rebecca loves her, as she’s released from custody on Rebecca’s own order. This is when she starts to feel accepted in her new family… even…

One day, while having ice cream with some of her younger siblings, Brandon asks her what her world was like. And she’s careful. Her brother is only going on thirteen, there’s no need for her to go into detail, but Mary picks up on what she’s not saying…

As does Rebecca, who had been walking into the mess hall with T'Ri. As quickly as she’d heard what Annie had been through, she’s gone, going to the transporter room with such a murderous glint in her eyes none of her crew question her, transporting her to Annie’s universe per her request.

Rebecca sits in Homelander’s chair with the back turned to the room when the others arrive, informing her of their feelings without knowing who was really in the room yet. When she turns around, she reveals the truth– Homelander is dead, Annie is safe… and they’re going to die that day by her hand.

Queen Maeve is spared. But the others… it’s brutal. Especially The Deep. Annie never learns the story, just sees her mother come back covered in blood… with Hughie in tow.

The vigilante gang had arrived at Vought with the intent to finally kill the supes, but were astonished to find one young woman in a Star Trek uniform wiping blood off her hands and three corpses. She would tell them of Homelander’s own demise and Starlight’s safety, punching Butcher himself in the face upon realizing who he was and what he’d done to her daughter. It was Hughie who pleaded with Rebecca to take him back… and so she had, after dismantling Vought’s transporter and he’d called his own father to say goodbye.

The Runaways

Everything is set for Rebecca to retire at long last.

Well. Until a transporter malfunction strands her back in her old timeline. While she tries in vain to get in contact with her ship, she runs into a group of children… and a dinosaur. Questioning what she’s looking at, Rebecca keeps them from running off and convinces them to open up to her.

Fortunately, this is when her PADD that runs her timeline assessing program kicks back to life. These children allegedly vanish sometimes around now, believed kidnapped and killed by the Church of Gibbon.

Rebecca convinces them to leave with her instead, and decides to test out a new piece of technology invented by a group of (accidental) universe hoppers that allows her to make a transporter door to her own universe, bringing all of them back with her… but only adopting four, allowing the other two to be adopted by some on her crew to not harm the relationships present within their group. (Find Dex, Sophie, Keefe, Fitz, Linh, Tam, Marella, Biana, and Stina on my main indie, starbcrn-kids)

The Darkest Minds

This is where it gets really messy. Ruby would be the first exception Rebecca would make to altering a timeline’s plotted course, convincing Cate to give her Ruby after breaking her out of Thurmond instead of letting Ruby suffer as she had any further past that point.

This, however, would take place after rescuing young Jude from an explosion, bringing both back to the Polyhymnia with conflicting and confused memories that she would explain to them both after settling her emotions regarding their universe. She hated herself for not being able to save them all.

So Brandon would be the first to suggest the alternative. Maybe their mom can’t save everyone… but they can. He gathers his superpowered siblings and Saavik, and convinces them to return to the universe Ruby and Jude came from, sometime after Jude’s alleged death, and start a revolution. Free the camps, save the kids, and overthrow the president.

Ruby is uncertain but insists on going along. Now adults, Billy convinces the captain of his ship (the Enterprise), also known as his aunt Demora, to perform the universal shift to attempt the revolution. When Demora is captured by President Gray, the team of Rebecca’s children beams down to the California coast and begins the revolution, eventually rescuing Demora and returning home with a number of extras– including kids who Ruby thinks, in another life, may have been her best friends somehow. (Find Liam, Chubs, and Vida on my main indie, starbcrn-kids)

Following this mission, Demora follows her older sister’s footsteps and retires, and while her own first officer is assigned a ship, Starfleet asks Billy to take the mantle as captain of the Enterprise considering his role in the rescue mission, which he nervously accepts.

Truth be told I normally hate using passwords, but in this case I’m going to require one. Please either like this post or send in “cheeseburger” to let me know you’ve read the blog canon.

#* ooc {masks off}#* psa {attention civilians}#* mobile reference

0 notes

voidofall · 3 years

Text

enjoy the sketch dump of memes and draw your squad shit XD

Characters belong to me, @sweetevilgoo and @conditumparadoxum

32 notes · View notes

starfleets-marvels-motherfxcker · 4 years

Text

Blog Canon for Mobile

I will include a short version of the canon but you need to read below the cut as well. There’s a lot going on on this blog and let me emphasize this, I will not be portraying them as they appear in their canon. I will cross them over to other universes including back to where they come from but they will still follow this primary canon.

I don’t know some of their universes super well. This is why I don’t write their pasts much.

The short version is this blog is based in a Star Trek-inspired universe, and the 15 muses present on this blog were adopted by a woman named Rebecca, one of my muses on a different blog. They are all siblings of the 23rd-24th century. Specifics below (each muse is sorted by verse), again, PLEASE read and leave a like on this once you read them.

Star Trek

So when she’s nine, a landing party of Vulcans tells her to get a sharp stick and fight back. Fortunately, most of them leave… but there’s one woman.

Shazam

It should be noted that this canon takes place in a timeline where Marvel and DC superheroes exist together. You’ll also notice some Heroes crossover, don’t worry about it.

Following the end of the movie, the kids go about their daily lives– hiding their identities from their foster parents, doing superhero things as needed, mainly living out normal lives.

Or, at least, they were until a man named Sylar figured out their secret identities. After their powers, he murdered their foster parents, leaving them once again without family… except each other.

Brightburn

The Boys

This is when Annie finally realizes how much Rebecca loves her, as she’s released from custody on Rebecca’s own order. This is when she starts to feel accepted in her new family… even…

Queen Maeve is spared. But the others… it’s brutal. Especially The Deep. Annie never learns the story, just sees her mother come back covered in blood… with Hughie in tow.

The Runaways

Everything is set for Rebecca to retire at long last.

The Darkest Minds

#mobile reference

0 notes