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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-02-18 03:21 pm

[ february ii log ]

Who: Everyone
What: Traitors exposed, celebrations had, sleight hands passing cards under the table. And so begin the preparations for what is soon to come.
When: February 18th - 28th
Where: Barrayaran camp / Cetagandan base
Warnings: Torture (interrogations thread)

Quick links:
Riverfall
Barrayar: Barrayaran camp / Party / Missions
Cetaganda: Cetagandan base / Moon-poetry party / Missions


The harsh weather rages on, which temperatures still averaging far below freezing, and the wind is still strong. But things are a little less dire for the outsiders, and for the exotics -- well, they have their own chills to deal with.

riverfall
Riverfall village is your typical Dendarii mountain village, which means it's small, humble, and mostly poor. This is the most rural of the rural around here, a little backwater even by Barrayaran standards. Most of the villagers live in houses of wood and stone built themselves or by ancestors. Despite the cold, there are plenty of people outside at any given time -- working, mostly, because the daily grind stops for no one, but even the occasional group of children taken over by fits of cabin fever. The village is built up against a rocky mountain face, from the top of which the eponymous waterfall flows into the river that borders the west edge of the village and continues down the mountain. The place isn't exactly hidden, but if you don't know your way around, it'd be hard to find without a native guide.

The villagers are wary of the outsiders at first, even more than the soldiers had been -- the rural Dendarii are as superstitious as they come -- but, slowly convinced of their good intentions, start to warm to them. They're a blunt, hardy people, largely uneducated and tending toward the most extreme of Barrayaran sensibilities, but they are undeniably fierce. The General Count trusts them, so they'll be more or less civil (by Barrayaran standards, anyway), but you might catch the occasional scrutinizing, watchful stare. With Cetagandans in camp and exotics among them, they border on hostile, especially those who are visibly nonhuman. They keep their heads down enough to keep from getting into trouble with the soldiers, but they do not like you at all.

Not everyone in Riverfall speaks English -- Russian is everyone's first language, and only about half the village has any passable command of English. Thankfully, the village's Speaker Yakiv Gura speaks English, if heavily accented. They're clearly stretching to the limit to help the camp, but to the Dendarii, there's no higher act than one in the Count's service, especially when it comes to fighting this war.

barrayar
Even after scoring themselves a little extra food, morale in the camp is at an all-time low. The miserably dangerous weather hasn't let up, food is still heavily rationed, and everyone is still at least a little tired, cold, and hungry all of the time. It doesn't help that they've lost a few soldiers in the last couple of weeks, and in Riverfall, too, some villagers have died of the cold despite their relative warmth and safety, mostly children. This is hardly the first harsh winter they've faced, but that doesn't stop the inexorable loss that comes with it. Some villagers may be somberly putting their loved ones to rest in the village graveyard when the outsiders are in town.

But Piotr finally calls Negri out as a spy sent by his aide-de-camp Captain Ezar Vorbarra, partly to deliver a message and partly to test Piotr, because Ezar loves coy bullshit. However, he does learn that both Ezar and Prince Xav Vorbarra, Olivia and Sonia's father, are en route to Vorkosigan's District with relief supplies from Beta Colony secured by Xav's ambassadorial connections and tireless lobbying. Once Piotr judges it safe to release this information, it bring with it a bit of hope -- and to seal the deal, Piotr and Olivia arrange a celebration of sorts in the village.

Finally outing the ring of reason in the camp helps to bolster morale, too. Vorhalas is interrogated, and the names of his co-conspirators are revealed: Lieutenant Boris Vortala, who killed himself in disgrace shortly after his fast-penta interrogation at ghem-General Zefyst's hand, and their commander Captain Aaron Vorbataille. Vorbataille has, of course, already started to make his escape -- but with the help out of the outsiders, he won't get very far. Once Piotr is satisfied with Vorbataille's interrogation as well, both men are put to execution, but not by beheading as Doctor ghem-Miko: the sentence for treason is death by public starvation and exposure, and in this weather, it doesn't take long. They are publicly and emphatically denounced as traitors with no honor to speak of, sending a very clear message. Although this might seem like a gruesome sight to the outsiders, to the Barrayarans this is simply how it goes, and very few of them are sorry to see these traitors suffer, particularly as Vorhalas was the one responsible for their food shortage in the first place.

Reports from those soldiers and outsiders who were in the village at the same time as the Cetagandan field science team present the General Count with another troubling problem, however: the implications of the Cetagandans building a device that could control this phenomenon are terrifying, particularly to this threadbare resistance movement. But sabotage seems hardly a worthy solution, either. This is the only lead they have on sending the outsiders home, and so many of them have already put their lives on the line for the cause of a planet that otherwise nothing to most of them. There would be no honor in robbing them of their only chance to return home. But whether they should continue to allow the Cetagandans to proceed with their research or try to find a way to copy their plans themselves, a dubiously possible venture at best, weighs heavily on his mind. It only complicates his strategic concerns further, but by his military orders in the next couple of weeks, at least one thing is clear: he wants Cetagandan bodies.

camp
Morale is critically low among the soldiers, particularly after a few casualties during a recent skirmish with a Cetagandan patrol, but spirits definitely begin to lift with news of relief. The soldiers are now more or less accustomed to the outsiders' place in the camp, and they're even starting to become a little friendlier toward them, particularly those who've been involved in the war effort. They might invite outsiders to play card or dice games with them, or share a conversation over an admittedly meager meal, or better still, bond with them in the true Barrarayan form: over a lot of alcohol.

Negri has more or less built himself a niche in the camp, and doesn't look like he's going anywhere any time soon. But he isn't the only spy around. They desperately need a man on the inside, particularly with the troubling news about the wormhole device, and right now, that man is Byerly Vorrutyer. Starting next month, Piotr is sending him on assignment to infiltrate the Cetagandan base under the cover of a cowardly collaborator.

party
By the time they have the party on the 21st, the villagers have warmed up to the outsiders a little, but they don't really bond until the party. With what little they have to share, they scrape together as much of a feast as they can: not much, but by this month's standards, any hot meal prepared with fresh ingredients seems absolutely decadent. And because this is Barrayar there is, of course, plenty of liquor, that Barrayaran moonshine maple mead not the least among them, and there's no shortage of wine or vodka, either.

The hillfolk light lanterns all around the village and raise large tarps to cover the open center of the village where they usually hold gatherings. Inside, protected from the wind and lit by the bonfire and braziers placed around the perimeter, it's actually almost warm. Every villager who's ever laid hand to an instrument seems to gather there to play music all night long, an energetic mix of lively folk music and raucous drinking songs. Anyone with any musical talent would be welcome to join them as well. There's plenty of dancing, too, very little of it formal or complicated, but everyone's having a good time for the first time in weeks, maybe months, and the mood is infectious. By the end of the night, morale seems to have risen overall, and people in camp have something real to look forward to. The partygoing visitors are put up in warmed tents within the tarped village center or in the villagers' homes where they have room. Come morning, they'll head back, but for just one night, it's almost like there isn't even a war on.

missions
Outsiders have been assisting with moving supplies between the camp and Riverfall all throught he rest of the month, and it mostly goes smoothly. Vorbataille is caught on the 20th, although he and Vorhalas aren't publicly executed until a few days later, when Piotr is satisfied with the intelligence he's extracted. By the time he gets Vorbataille's name out of Vorhalas, the traitorous Captain has already fled -- but thanks to Carolina, Duv and Zarya, he's dragged back to camp for his interrogation.

That evening, Maine and William have the misfortune of encountering a dragon -- Darkstalker is on a mission with a Cetagandan patrol, and they run right smack into each other. A fight breaks out, but ultimately Darkstalker and the Cetagandans come out on top, and the outsiders and Barrayarans are forced to retreat -- but not before managing to kill a Cetagandan soldier or two, just barely escaping with one of the bodies.

Miles finds himself in a terrible position when a guard patrol shift goes horribly wrong in a skirmish against some Cetagandans, resulting in the death of their squad leader and a very ugly aftermath.

Zarya, William, Beth and Miles are in Riverfall with some Barrayaran soldiers on a supply run when a Cetagandan field science team arrives with a few exotics in tow. This is a rare chance to learn more about the Cetagandans' scientific exploits, and among other things, they find out that whatever it is that brought them here, the Cetagandan scientists are convincede it has something to do with the wormhole that collapsed 700 years ago.

The unabridged mission writeup is here.

cetaganda
The Cetagandans are a notoriously tight-lipped bunch, but they're blowing away most of the smoke surrounding their wormhole science research. As has been alluded, they're currently working on a device to harness the phenomenon that brought all the exotics here in the first place, and hopefully find a way to send them all home with it. They invite any exotics with scientific expertise to a series of interviews about neurology, astrophysics, and mechanical engineering. None of the advisement they receive helps to solve one of their most critical problems -- that of generating a Necklin field to match the one that must have surrounded each exotic -- but it certainly puts them closer to their goal, particularly in the area of neurology, and they're hardly going to stop there. But it's clear that the mathematicians and astrophysicists on base don't have sufficient expertise to solve the most complex equations before them. But on the brighter side of things, in the interest of this scientific exchange, they're letting the lab techs help a little more beyond just grunt work.

Meanwhile, the genetics project that seems so strange and arcane to the exotic carries on, largely behind the scenes, although Diya is increasingly at odds with her husband and even some of her senior staff, particularly the precocious Amai ghem-Soren. But there is very real purpose behind it -- and far more than just one -- and Diya d'Zefyst is a woman of great ambition. And more than anything else, she is haut.

Unfortunately, the relative peace on base is abruptly broken when Daryl, Lakshmi and Wash all manage to escape in a wild breakout attempt on the 25th. York and Ratchet are left behind, and as a result, some of their privileges revoked. They're now being watched a little more closely as a result.

base
Overall, despite simmering tensions under the surface and the miserable weather, life on base seems to be going more or less smoothly around them. The Cetagandans have had some recent victories against the Barrayarans, so morale is high. Unfortunately, after the breakout they begin cracking down on security with the exotics -- going back to treating the exotics a little more like they did when they first arrived. They aren't under guard, but after the 25th, they are being watched.

They still maintain that insistent veneer of civility, however, breaking only in cases where they feel the need or security risk is significant enough. The ghem on base remain overall cordial and courteous to the exotics as they ever were, which is to say considerably and always with a touch of smug superiority. With her success at the party earlier this month followed by her performance in the moon-poetry garden, the often-sequestered Amai ghem-Soren is seen more around the base.

moon-poetry party
The moon-poetry party is about three hours long and steeped in ceremony, each participant taking their turn to recite. This is, apparently, not a recitation of one's own work, but rather selections of classical Cetagandan poems, and in so referencing something culturally ubiquitous, each makes a statement in its mere selection and juxtapositions. If you pay close enough attention, you might notice that each participant has very subtly coordinated their outfits to further complement the theme of their recitation. Although there is a definite dignity to the party, it doesn't take much to pick up on the fact that this is yet another arena ghem use to try and socially one-up one another. Among the participants are both the Chief Medical Officer Colonel Faro ghem-Naru and Doctor Amai ghem-Soren, whose performance was especially well-received, the theme apparently being something about subtle passions.

missions
The science interviews with the exotics go more or less well, although not quite so hopeful as the Cetagandans were hoping. They do, however, learn some things about FTL travel in other worlds as well as other kinds of neural implants.

On the evening of the 21st, York, Natasha and Kaidan accidentally bear witness to what is clearly some kind of travesty: clearly a human being, but both overgrown and underdeveloped, and exhibiting powers of hydrokinesis and psychic empathy, referred to only as a ba.

On the 23rd, Jasper, Lapis, Pearl and Darkstalker accompany some soldiers and a field science team to Riverfall village, coinciding with a visit from some outsiders and soldiers. They encounter some outsiders while there but also pick up a bit on what it is the Cetagandans are doing -- that the Necklin field problem still remains their biggest problem, and they've been getting conflicting orders from the higher ups lately.

The unabridged mission writeup is here.

Note: Negri and Zahal are available for threads by request only this round. Please hit up Madi or Ammay respectively if you want threads with either of those NPCs. You can also request a thread with Village Speaker Yakiv Gura if you want, in which case hit up Madi.
komarran: (why do vorkosigans happen to good people)

party

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-19 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
He had thought he'd felt like an outsider before, but the feeling is almost tenfold when he's attending the party in the village. It's surreal being here and watching this. A small moment of history, of daily life of the hillfolk who were trying to survive this occupation as best they could. It was admirable to see despite the feeling he shouldn't be here, watching this scene unfold before him. He manages to relax enough to have a couple drinks of mead though he remains on the sidelines as an observer more than a participant. After his recent ventures with the Barrayarans, he's needed more than a few drinks.

When he spots Byerly Vorrutyer, he feels a cold sinking in his stomach as he steels himself and watches the man. The Vor was a far cry from the impression Duv had received in the prisoner's tent, but he knows all-too-well how deceiving looks can be. Did Miles really trust the man? His finger taps the side of his glass as he circles around the edge of dancing where Byerly has found himself.
vorrutyer: (I'm honestly having a time telling)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-19 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Byerly hasn't noticed Galeni yet. Drunkenness and a desire to forget and the fact that this is actually fun have made him rather less observant than usual. Normally, he would have floating in the back of his head information about exactly who is present at any event, and their position in the room, and their relationship to one another in terms of blood and social standing, and their likely levels of intoxication - but tonight, he's exhausted; tonight, to hell with it. And so he's not aware of Galeni. And so it's an actual surprise for him when he turns, and when he sees the man watching him.

The only reaction he has is a twitch of his hand. But that twitch makes a note go sour, discordant. It hangs, ugly, over the proceedings, clashing with the other music. A moment before he recovers; then he takes a breath, and lifts his eyebrows, and uses the bow of the violin like a military baton, saluting the man with plain irony.
komarran: (one day i'll turn terrorist)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-19 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
He watches as Vorrutyer stops and finally notices him. The movement of the man's hand catches Duv's attention as he falters. Guilt or simple surprise at seeing Duv braving a Barrayaran village? It's not until the man salutes that Duv's expression turns to a scowl. As much as Miles claimed to trust the man, he can't help but take that as an insult given his last encounter with the Vor. How much did Miles tell Vorrutyer about him? What he learned in the interrogation about his personal life only had a grain of truth to it, altered to fit a background more fitting for the period.

He passes his now-empty glass of mead off to free his hands. Tense, he steps closer to the edge of the grouping, his gaze locked onto Vorrutyer's. Duv can't avoid the man forever and if he's actively working with Miles, he needs to speak to him eventually. With a tilt of his head, he motions for the Vor to join him.
vorrutyer: (haughty (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-20 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Who, me? he mouths, hand pressed to his chest, making a show of looking one way or the other. Then, with another little salute, he steps forward, finds a pair of hands to pass the violin into, and then comes over to join the Komarran.

What will it be, he wonders. Bitter recriminations? Scolding? Heartfelt reassurances that he understood why By did it and that it was all right? God, not the last, he prays. Nothing would be worse than unsought-after forgiveness. He wouldn't know how to deal with it.

"Good sir," By says, voice mild but pitched to carry over the party noise. "Good day."
komarran: (one day i'll turn terrorist)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-24 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Byerly will find no reassurances or forgiveness. Duv may be willing to speak with the man and give him another chance to judge him outside of that context, but he can't forget it so easily. The man's presence already had him on edge as Duv watched Vorrutyer walk over to him. Why had he told Miles he would try this?

"Good day," he returns dryly. His posture remains tense as he watches Byerly, ready should the man act with any hostility. Barrayarans be damned, he will protect himself should it become necessary. "Miles Illyan has spoken of you."
vorrutyer: (explaining everything (badly))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"All good, I hope," he says, and then laughs. The sound is flat - a far cry from that nasty, sadistic laugh in that tent, the nasty jolliness over Duv's pain; it's an ironic, weary sort of laugh. A of goddamn course it's not good laugh. It's followed by a sigh.

"He's spoken of you, too," By says. He stretches languorously. "A historian. A positive genius, really. Did you truly give up a professorship to join the Service? Good heavens."
komarran: (miles is serious)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-25 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
It might be a weary laugh, but it's not a welcoming sound coming from the Vor. Duv eyes the man suspiciously. So Miles had told him the real story or at least part of it. That means he doesn't have to pretend he doesn't have an interest in Barrayar winning this damn war.

"I did," he says, scowling. "It was a personal choice I made once available to me. You seem to know more about me than I do you." So please, start talking about yourself, Vorrutyer.
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-25 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well." Byerly lifts his eyebrows. "I suppose it depends on what Miles has told you. What, precisely, has dear Miles told you?"

It's a bit of an evasion, sure. But it's at least progressing towards an actual conversation.
komarran: (insert something dry and sarcastic)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-25 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"That even he's not sure if you're truly trustworthy," he answers bluntly. "We had other matters to discuss." Though Duv has no doubt he'll be fact-checking with Miles later about anything Byerly does tell him.
vorrutyer: (shaaaahhhhts)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-26 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"How wounding," Byerly trills, pressing his hand to his chest. Privately, he thinks to himself unkind things about Miles. Not sure if he's trustworthy? What compete rubbish. What room does Miles have to doubt by this point? Probably he doesn't even doubt, and is just saying the things he thinks Duv wants to hear...

Well. "I need a bit more detail than that, though, I fear. Specifically regarding what he's told you about who I am. If anything." He puffs out a breath, and then makes an elaborate fanning motion at his face. "Goodness, it's hot. Shall we go for a walk?"
komarran: (neutral but a cute neutral)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-26 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're more than capable of speaking about yourself," he retorts with a raised brow. The man was Vor after all and if Duv's learned one thing about them, they enjoy discussing themselves and their lineage. Duv knows the latter well from his studies, but not who Byerly Vorrutyer truly is.

At the question, he motions for the other man to lead on. He'll fall into step beside him. This could easily be a trap, Duv knows damn well, but he needs to know more and if speaking farther away from the village helps it's a risk he has to take.
vorrutyer: (world-weary (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-26 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"True enough, I am," By says, his voice mild. "But even a useless drunk like myself has secrets, you know. Things I'd sooner not tell to all and sundry. Now, Miles Vorkosigan, he has a deep fondness for chatting about your secrets altogether without your permission. So if he's already spilled my secrets, then I shall know there is no hope of keeping them, and shall speak on them openly. But if he's actually managed to hold his tongue for once, then so shall I."

He flutters his hand at Duv. "The more you have to say, the more I shall share."
komarran: (digging through archives like a boss)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-27 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"You're argumentative and in the Imperial Service," he replies calmly and eyes Byerly's fluttering hand. Vor were always fond of their egregious gestures. "Miles refused to say anything beyond that which leads me to believe you're not in Ops."

Which left very little alternatives for what Byerly could be part of.
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-27 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Shit. Thanks, Miles. If Galeni is as bright as Miles says he is - and as bright as he has to be to have won the position of Head of Komarran Affairs - then he won't have any difficulty figuring out just where By is positioned within the Imperial Service. And so Byerly sighs, and tucks his hands into the pockets of his greatcoat, and says - his flamboyance dialed back several notches -

"Miles is a chatty sort, isn't he?" Well. "ImpSec. Domestic Affairs, naturally - regrettably, not your division. I'm sure you all have a grand time over there." Then he hesitates, realizing...perhaps he just committed some small error by saying that. After all, Galeni wasn't always working for Illyan...When did the man come from? "What is your rank at the moment, Galeni?"
komarran: (neutral but a cute neutral)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-27 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Miles is the chatty sort and Duv had been able to read between the lines even when the man had been trying to play coy. When Byerly mentions domestic affairs, there's immediate understanding. That explained the practiced Vor lordling attitude the man had, the way he could swap personalities and attitudes at the drop of the hat to fit in with his peers as needed. Not that Duv appreciates that skill, but at least now it made sense.

"My division?" he asks, brow raised. "Captain. I was stationed on Earth for a time and was about to start a new assignment on Komarr." ImpSec data analyst. Finally.
vorrutyer: (shaaaahhhhts)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-27 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah." By lifts his eyebrows. "Then it seems we have a bit of - hm - temporal difference. I know you as someone already assigned to Komarran Affairs. And not a Captain, either."

He rolls his head over to look at Galeni. "I hope that's not too much of a...destruction of your anticipation for your future. As it were. Surprise; you end up promoted later. And that is how I know of you."
komarran: (digging through archives like a boss)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-27 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
He waves off the apology, whether it's meant or not.

"Miles told me you were farther along in time than either of us." A strange thought to have at all, but they were trapped in the past currently. "If you know more about my future, I'd rather it remain shrouded in mystery."

Lest him knowing something he shouldn't cause him to alter is path.
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-27 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"How courageous," By replies, his voice curling with good-natured mockery. "For my part, I wouldn't want to know, either, but simply because I can't imagine there's anything fun in my future. You, on the other hand - Well. There is pleasure ahead for you, have no doubt of that. Good for you, resisting that."
komarran: (one day i'll turn terrorist)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-27 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"It will be a joy after my time here," he replies flatly. Tortured and questioned by Barrayarans hadn't put him off on the right foot with his transferring to another camp, something he's sure Byerly is aware of. "You have yet to speak much of yourself, Vorrutyer."
vorrutyer: (god honestly what is this guy's face)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-27 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah," Byerly says, giving a little shrug. "I can go on for hours if you'd like. I love nothing better than talking about myself. I find it an endlessly fascinating topic. I fear you will find it terribly dull. I spend most of my time back home partying and drinking. Here, there are no parties, so I drink. What more is there to say?"
komarran: (why do vorkosigans happen to good people)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-27 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hours worth of details, according to you." And Duv has yet to meet a Vor that didn't love talking about themselves. But if Byerly isn't going to offer anything of substance, Duv will start to pry. "How much of your lifestyle is work and how much is for pleasure?"
vorrutyer: (haughty (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-27 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, all for pleasure," he answers cheerily. "Drinking? Dancing? Partying? It's such joy." He smiles vaguely at the sky, then gives a slightly more useful answer. "But I tend to get about an assignment every month or so. Typically small ones. Sometimes rather larger. I'd list my best work, but you wouldn't have heard of any of them - well. For multiple reasons, I suppose." He sighs. "My rank is IS-9, back home. So they don't send me off on any old job."
komarran: (super unsure)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-28 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
"If I had heard of your exploits, I'd be concerned about your quality of work," he remarks dryly. No, the kind of work an agent like Byerly did was best suited to the shadows. "So your skills excel at Vor parties then?" Which meant not as applicable here as he would like, dammit.
vorrutyer: (god honestly what is this guy's face)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-28 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
"So they do," By agrees. "I don't suppose you know of any, do you? Purely so I can go and make myself useful, of course. No other reason than that."

He smiles thinly and regards Galeni. At home, a loyal subject of the Imperium. A capable man, a servant of some skill. But what about here? What about now, at a time when Komarr's conquest is far from assured? No. Miles might trust the man, but By...

"In any case, don't start thinking that just because I was ImpSec back home, I'm going to be doing anything like it here. Most of you boys sweat blood over this job, do it for nothing but love, but I do it for pay. I'm disinherited, so it's my only source of income. But here there's no pay to be had. So don't shoot me that look like you're try to figure out how to use me."
komarran: (drinking to forget bullshit)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-28 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Byerly's not as idiotic as he seems then. If the man's not willing to cooperate, Duv has to wonder what Miles sees in him. A fellow Vor lord to talk to who recognizes his status? He can't imagine Byerly being terribly understanding of Miles' appearance. That's a matter for the two men to sort out.

"Then please, don't let me keep you from enjoying the party," he says, voice dripping with dry sarcasm. "We have no business so long as you stay out of my way." That being key for Duv's future sanity.

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