Star Trek: Eleventh Fleet

Episode 2: Chapter 1: Reunited

Kilana had become increasingly unsure about this entire mission. It pained her to imagine that the Founder would think the Vorta or Jem'Hadar not worthy to complete all tasks the Dominion would require. Why would he want to create these cybernetic people? Why would he consider them more loyal than the Vorta? Though she questioned his motives, she dared not voice them. This wasn't just out of fear of retribution, but also in deep agony that she would even question her gods. He has his reason; she does not have the right to doubt him.

Right now was not the time to be pondering all that troubled her mind. She had a duty to fulfill for the Founder and work always helped her feel better. She walked through the ruins of the old Borg station and found where there were four activated drones. Four people implanted with these alien devices and now waited for commands. Three were adults, one was the child she had met. They stood in a small room.

The blank stares, and unwavering posture of these people was a bit unsettling. She wasn't even certain they were breathing. Near the people were two Jem'Hadar, watching over them and ensuring that they didn't do any harm to the Founder's master plan.

"I am Kilana, the Vorta, servant of the Founders and the Dominion." She stopped in front of the people. Her tone was diplomatic and sweet, just as though she were greeting another race the Dominion was dealing with. After a long time waiting for any kind of response, she continued, "Perhaps it would help if I knew your names."

The young girl stepped up and said, "I am one of four." Then the man beside her said, "I am two of four." the next stated, "I am three of four." and the last announced, "I am four of four."

Kilana paused, "Odd names. Is this normal Alpha Quadrant naming?"

The Founder stormed into the room, a sour look on his face. "Of course it is not naming, it is their designations!"

Kilana bowed her head and stood back. "Founder, you honor me with your presence."

"Of course I do. Now, how are they?"

"I only just got here, Founder. They seem to be well. Although I cannot get much response out of them."

He sneered as he examined some implants on one man. "Well, they have lost most of their personality. Computer implants do the organization of their minds. All is just as I expected."

"What do you intend to do with them now?"

"Put them in storage. They design this place to house them. After they are done, the next batch will be ready. Quicker than cloning, though it requires specimens. So, I suppose it has its flaws." He muttered to himself, "Perhaps I could clone Vorta and use them, combine the two methods of soldier creation. Jem'Hadar would be difficult, the white would prove to be a problem with the assimilation protocols. Can't have that... no."

Kilana had heard him delve into his thoughts like this more and more recently, muttering and rambling about ideas revolving around creating his army. This was the first time he mentioned cloning people for this, especially the Vorta, her people. It scared her down to her stomach. A part of her wanted dearly to ask him if he was well, if this was a good plan, if he didn't like the Vorta or the Jem'Hadar. The love of her gods drove her to live for them, yet he showed her no love.

"Founder, I..." She mustered the courage to ask a question, but before she could finish, all four people started acting strange and interrupted her.

The devices on their heads moved independently, and they jerked about as if struggling against something.

"What is this?" He scanned up and down the writhing people.

The girl looked up with her own eyes and begged, "Help me! This hurts so bad! Please...I...I..." her attitude suddenly shifted, and she lost any life in her eyes and became the automaton again.