Not Like The Others [closed starter]
In the weeks following his debriefing at Starfleet Command, Weyoun 6 had been shuffled around the station various times, as they tried to figure out just what to do with the defective Vorta. He had already given them the decoding sequence for Dominion transmissions, among the information he gave during his debriefing. Nobody really seemed to want him involved with station security, and he seemed a bit too squeamish and anxiety-ridden to work medical, so that left engineering.
Weyoun pulled on his temporary uniform and clipped on his combadge, before heading to report for his trial shift. He had been told to report to Chief O’Brien, which eased him somewhat. He was vaguely familiar with the engineer, having met him briefly as his twice-predecessor Weyoun 4. Even so, he still wasn’t sure what to expect. Nobody so far had reacted to his existence in the way he anticipated.
By the time the Vorta managed to find the chief, it was very clear this wasn’t your bog-standard Weyoun. It was in the way he carried himself, far more subdued than either of his predecessors. He offered a fake, practiced smile and tugged lightly at the bottom of his uniform shirt, a nervous quirk. Weyoun clasped his hands together, trying to put up a facade of normalcy. “Weyoun 6 reporting for the trial shift, sir.”