Ezri Dax

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“I assure you, I’m the one who’s been time traveler.  My box here, it’s a space ship but also a time machine.  I regularly travel in time and space.”

The Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver, “Well, I’d enjoy helping, where are the power cells or whatever needs to be fixed?”

“Gosh Temporal Investigations must love you.” She chuckled, looking curiously. “It’s quite a small space ship, doesn’t it get cramped and how does it even fly?” Sure Ezri wasn’t an engineer but she did know that there should be engines on a ship.

“The power cells are just back here.” She spoke, taking him to the small compartment for engine work to be done from the inside of the shuttle.

The Doctor followed her over to the power cells and took a quick look.  “That’s odd.  These look absolutely fine and normal.  I think whatever caused this must be outside the ship.  Do you have sensors of any kind working?”

“Sensors went down with the rest of the systems, we have to get the ship back online before we can get them working.’ She admitted. Ezri watched him as he inspected them, just as confused as he was.

“Well, do you have any equipment for a space walk?” the Doctor asked, “We could just look outside the ship ourselves.”

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“I assure you, I’m the one who’s been time traveler.  My box here, it’s a space ship but also a time machine.  I regularly travel in time and space.”

The Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver, “Well, I’d enjoy helping, where are the power cells or whatever needs to be fixed?”

“Gosh Temporal Investigations must love you.” She chuckled, looking curiously. “It’s quite a small space ship, doesn’t it get cramped and how does it even fly?” Sure Ezri wasn’t an engineer but she did know that there should be engines on a ship.

“The power cells are just back here.” She spoke, taking him to the small compartment for engine work to be done from the inside of the shuttle.

The Doctor followed her over to the power cells and took a quick look.  “That’s odd.  These look absolutely fine and normal.  I think whatever caused this must be outside the ship.  Do you have sensors of any kind working?”

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[ EZRI DAX. ]

During the war Ezri had somewhat avoided the Vorta that was Weyoun VI. Sure he had defected from the Dominion but could he really be trusted, even if his seventh counterpart was after them. It of course didn’t help relations with the changed Vorta after the Seventh had tried to have her and Worf executed, sure it wasn’t the same one but they shared the same face and memories if she understood them right. But now after the war where everyone still had a distrust for him she got to thinking, it wasn’t much different than a Trill being joined, it would be like if someone judged her for what Joran did. so her feelings became a bit better for the Vorta, still it surprised her that part of his conditions of being allowed to have free roam and be free was to speak with Ezri weekly, so she could help judge if he was being true. So that was why she wasn’t surprised to hear the chime on her door and him step into her office.

“Weyoun…..Six right?” She asked as he stepped inside her office. Please take a seat.” The young counselor said motioning to the many chairs around her room, all there to help make almost anyone more comfortable, that was her job after all help people out and for Starfleet personnel make sure they were still fit for duty. “So It’s nice to meet this version of you. I’m Lieutenant Ezri Dax.” She introduced herself 

     ❝ – YES. SIX. ❞ There’s a bit of a stilted, stifled smile, almost pained in its awkwardness despite the inherent grace of the figure that wields it. Weyoun – defector or not – is, by his very DNA, still a politician. He clasps his hands together, giving a polite nod of his head, the brown heel of his boot muffled as he steps out of the dingy, paneled hallway and into the soft carpet of the waiting room. Soft. It’s not just the carpet, it’s the entire culture of coddling that surrounds these Federation types. Alpha quadrant denizens and their fragile states of mind, so delicate and tumultuous that they need specialized medicine just to deal with their feelings. Unlike the Vorta, who are masters of their emotions, they allow their emotions to master them.  

     HE HAD initially declined these visits, but was informed this wasn’t for his well being, but for the crews’ peace of mind; Weyoun was not being helped, he was being evaluated. Suffice to say, he cannot blame them for their persistent mistrust. He is a talented liar.

     ❝ IT’S A pleasure to meet you, too. My apologies for failing to introduce myself earlier … it’s been quite hectic with the work I’ve been assisting with at the security office, ❞ he says pleasantly, ❝ and we are – technically – already acquainted. ❞ He feigns interest in one of the quaint little paintings on the wall. His violet gaze briefly flickers to her, eyes following the winding spots leading up to her short cropped hair. He had known Jadzia Dax, however brief his time was with her. And she had known him – as the Fourth, as the Fifth, as the Seventh, and now the Sixth. ❝ I’d like to … extend my regrets. For any unpleasant matters you dealt with regarding my successor. I was part of the operations team attempting to track you and Commander Worf after you were captured by the Breen. I’m very glad to see that you’re unharmed. ❞

Ezri watched as Weyoun walked into her office and inspected it. She was genuinely curious as to what was going on in his mind. She knew that neither really wanted to be here, but she had a job to do and Starfleet had to make sure that this wasn’t an elaborate disguise.

“Oh no you’re fine, I completely understand the need to help the security office.” She admitted. They both knew that he probably didn’t need this anyway, but formalities were formalities. Her gaze went to the painting that he was looking at, honestly it was just a generic one that Ezri thought would make it more comfortable for people that she had found in storage. “Yeah I guess we have met. I’m sure you know enough about the Trill to know that when joined we get to have the memories and even some personality traits of the previous hosts. I guess that makes us not so different in certain aspects.” Ezri clasped her hands together on her desk as a smile formed on her face. Unfortunately shortly thereafter her smile faltered a bit as the memories were brought fresh to the front of her mind, not just the torture they endured but also the intimate time she had spent with Worf. There was no way Ezri could blame Weyoun for that though, at least not Six. 

“I assure you, I’m the one who’s been time traveler.  My box here, it’s a space ship but also a time machine.  I regularly travel in time and space.”

The Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver, “Well, I’d enjoy helping, where are the power cells or whatever needs to be fixed?”

“Gosh Temporal Investigations must love you.” She chuckled, looking curiously. “It’s quite a small space ship, doesn’t it get cramped and how does it even fly?” Sure Ezri wasn’t an engineer but she did know that there should be engines on a ship.

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Ezri had decided to take a short leave from DS9 to visit back home for a little bit. All was good, the war was over she had mostly come to terms with her Symbiote and her and Julian were in a pretty good relationship.

Having decided to fly herself she took a small shuttle and would go through the wormhole. Everything was fine until she started to exit the wormhole and some EMP knocked out everything on the ship including her comms. The young officer started to try and figure out the situation when she heard a weird noise coming from the corridor. Upon her inspection she quickly found the cause, a giant blue box. “What the heck?” She asked herself, looking around the box. It surely was weird that it was here. “Hello? Is anyone there?” She called out, trying to find whomever had brought it here, there had to be someone else, giant blue boxes don’t appear inside spaceships at random she thought.

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The Doctor was struggling to pilot the TARDIS through time and space, even more so than usual.  “Something seems to be blocking us somehow,” he stated as he attempted to regain control.  Suddenly everything turned off, including the lights as movement stopped.  The Doctor scanned around with the sonic screwdriver.  “An EMP of some sort?  Would have had to be a really strong one to knock out the TARDIS.  Where have we landed though?”

With that, he walked out of the TARDIS and noticed the woman staring at him in a starfleet uniform.  The Doctor had encountered star fleet personnel before although it had been a while.  “Hello,” he smiled.

Ezri was eternally grateful that the life support systems were on a backup so the EMP didn’t affect them as much. She looked at the man who came out of the box. She was extremely curious at it. 

“Um hello, I’m Lieutenant Dax….how um did you end up here and how did you get the box here?” She inquired, truly curious at the man who didn’t even seem to be from this time. “Wait What time period are you from?” Ezri really didn’t want to deal with the Department of Temporal Anomalies. 

“That’s a rather complicated question,” he told her, taking out his sonic screwdriver to scan around for a moment.  “How do you know I’m a time traveler?” he asked her, “But yes, I am indeed a time traveler.  As for what time period I’m from, well that’s a bit more complicated.  My species is constantly observing and traveling through time.  I’m not sure I even really have a home time period to be honest.”

The Doctor smiled at her, “I’m the Doctor,” he introduced himself, “What’s your name?  And what is going on here?”

“Well, I’ve seen a few instances of time travel, well not me but the previous Dax. Plus your clothes don’t really fit this time, or maybe mine don’t fit yours. For all I know I could have gone back and not your forward.” She rambled, scratching her head before carrying on.