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His beloved Voice had given him an important assignment, and he would not fail.
It was shortly after the reconditioning of Kilana-2, an event which had also served to reinforce to the third of the Weyoun line what his own purpose ought to be— his worth was in his service to the Founders, and foremost to the one who had honored him with the position of Blessed Attendant. And she had taken a special interest in...
In something. She hadn't actually told him, and instead simply claimed that he would know what he was sent to retrieve when he saw it. But it was no matter. He would let his faith guide him. After all, his beloved Voice had given him an important assignment, and he would not fail.
So here he was. On the station referred to as Deep Space 9 by its inhabitants, trying not to think about how much more orderly and efficient things were on a Dominion starbase.
(like the Dominion starbase where he'd served with Kilana, before—)
Keep your mind on your assignment, Weyoun. This is your chance to prove yourself.
And then he saw who he was looking for. It was so obvious. The tall, sort of beige colored entity patrolling the corridor ahead of him was a Founder. He adjusted his pace to catch up, instinctively expecting some form of punishment for exceeding two paces' distance behind, but none came. After a while, he had caught up, and was attempting (with some success) to maintain the standard distance.
How does one get the attention of a god? Especially one who seems to be so unaware of their own divinity that they're working security on a station like this? Touching him seemed impolite. Speaking without being first spoken to seemed even more impolite. So instead he simply did what he would do with the one he served, and waited patiently for the Founder's acknowledgement.
