Destang glowers. He has quite an impressive glower.
Miles attempts to look reasonably innocent without crossing the border into disingenuousness.
"Vorkosigan," says Destang. "To your credit, you appear to have filed a completely truthful report. This does not excuse your failure to obey orders, but it does mitigate it somewhat. Also among your accomplishments: you managed not to get shot or involve the police, and you may have secured your cover as 'Admiral Naismith'. I am reluctantly impressed. However—"
There is a knock on the door.
Destang's eyebrow twitches. He motions for Miles to get it.
It's an ImpSec special courier, who looks mildly surprised to have interrupted whatever he just interrupted, but hands a data packet to Destang and then leaves. Destang sits down at Galeni's comconsole to read the message. He gets increasingly disgruntled as he goes on.
Finally he stands up again.
"You are saved by divine intervention, Vorkosigan. Here are your orders." He hands Miles a data disk marked with the Imperial seal. Miles accepts it solemnly, trying not to bounce up and down or giggle. "In short, you are to take your Dendarii on a two-week journey into Sector IV to deal with a nasty hostage situation. Holding you here on charges of disobeying orders would, alas, interfere with that goal."
"Thank you, sir," says Miles, as modestly as possible.
"Also included: another credit chit for eighteen million marks, for your next six months' operating expenses," says Destang, reluctantly handing over this object.
"Thank you, sir," says Miles.
"And when you're done, you report to Commodore Rivik at Sector IV Headquarters on Orient Station."
"Yes, sir."
"With luck, by the time you and your irregulars next return to Sector II, I will have retired."
Miles chooses another "Yes, sir," out of the many possible responses he could have to that aside.
Destang looks to Ivan and Galeni next, as though trying to decide which to address first. Finally he shakes his head. "I will enclose all of your reports along with my own and send them to Simon Illyan for review. Whatever he decides to do with you then will be out of my hands. I could not be happier about this fact. For my part, you are all dismissed to your duties."
Miles salutes and heads for the door at a decorous pace.
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Date: 2014-09-11 05:40 pm (UTC)Miles attempts to look reasonably innocent without crossing the border into disingenuousness.
"Vorkosigan," says Destang. "To your credit, you appear to have filed a completely truthful report. This does not excuse your failure to obey orders, but it does mitigate it somewhat. Also among your accomplishments: you managed not to get shot or involve the police, and you may have secured your cover as 'Admiral Naismith'. I am reluctantly impressed. However—"
There is a knock on the door.
Destang's eyebrow twitches. He motions for Miles to get it.
It's an ImpSec special courier, who looks mildly surprised to have interrupted whatever he just interrupted, but hands a data packet to Destang and then leaves. Destang sits down at Galeni's comconsole to read the message. He gets increasingly disgruntled as he goes on.
Finally he stands up again.
"You are saved by divine intervention, Vorkosigan. Here are your orders." He hands Miles a data disk marked with the Imperial seal. Miles accepts it solemnly, trying not to bounce up and down or giggle. "In short, you are to take your Dendarii on a two-week journey into Sector IV to deal with a nasty hostage situation. Holding you here on charges of disobeying orders would, alas, interfere with that goal."
"Thank you, sir," says Miles, as modestly as possible.
"Also included: another credit chit for eighteen million marks, for your next six months' operating expenses," says Destang, reluctantly handing over this object.
"Thank you, sir," says Miles.
"And when you're done, you report to Commodore Rivik at Sector IV Headquarters on Orient Station."
"Yes, sir."
"With luck, by the time you and your irregulars next return to Sector II, I will have retired."
Miles chooses another "Yes, sir," out of the many possible responses he could have to that aside.
Destang looks to Ivan and Galeni next, as though trying to decide which to address first. Finally he shakes his head. "I will enclose all of your reports along with my own and send them to Simon Illyan for review. Whatever he decides to do with you then will be out of my hands. I could not be happier about this fact. For my part, you are all dismissed to your duties."
Miles salutes and heads for the door at a decorous pace.