Such a good boy. Miles gives him another nod before returning to his chair, once again the invincible little Admiral. "By all means. I require the precise terms of the job in advance, of course. As well as the details of our payment."
Not even a flicker in his eyes at the blatant lie; he, of course, already knows what the payment will be. What he's been paid already. The sword is safely housed in his own ship already, locked away with the Vorkosigan seal dagger at its side.
Her hand lifts and flicks in an order that is understood. Reaching for her son, as she settles back into her chair. Lifting him easily, and settling him in her lap in a way that is practised. Obediently, he falls quiet, and she goes about her business. If there is a strangeness to involving a child in war plans of all things, she is not troubled by it. Though there is one concession - as Kashi produces a toy lion that is given for the boy to fiddle with as the adults talk around him.
"The Maratha system has only one wormhole to gain access too it and has been under forced occupation for the last 500 hundred years. The United Corporation as such is - thoroughly entrenched, as they say. They have settlements of their own men at important sights as well as two battle cruises that orbit the planet of Jhansi. They have sort, over the years, to cripple us. But I have people - a whole planet that can fight down to their last, ready and waiting for when I get weapons to them." Numbers, she has, in fact, more than has - it's equipment, the cutting edge of technology, that she doesn't. "I need to organise an outfit of stunners, plasma arcs and nerve disruptors, transport them down the surface, for which I would employ your men to help us in transport and the distraction required." To not be shot out of the air, no less.
He has payment, he as more than he knows as payment - but, he asked, and she offers what she had intended, as she looks across the faces of his crew. Wets her lips, letting out a held breath, knowing this isn't - a lot, at least, not as it appears in the immediate. "We promise you pillaging rights to all the UC's equipment and sights to do with as you wish in all ensuing battles, for your immediate payment, and once we have been - liberated, you will have one full year's profit from our mines. I will ensure that even in the event of my death, you will be paid it in the full." Let that at least tantalise as a thought of long-term payment, enough to agree in the short term.
Five hundred years. Miles draws in a sharp little breath, unable to hide his shock at the sheer scope of it. For a world to be occupied for five hundred years ... that means the United Corporation had to have dominated it nearly from its first settlement. He'd known that Maratha had been one of the very first colonies after the wormholes had been discovered, but even so. Barrayar had suffered enough under twenty years of occupation. The fact that this woman stands before him at all is nothing short of a miracle.
But that too may be their downfall. A company so firmly entrenched may well be lazy, or at least thoroughly surprised by Dendarii audacity. Both of which he will need in the coming fight, he is certain of it. He can't think of any other mercenary outfits that have attempted it - much to Barrayar's dismay. The UC is currently imposing some very displeasing taxes on the entire Imperium. Which is fortunate, as it's the entire basis of Miles' communication back to Simon to request money for the whole debacle. If it goes poorly, his outfit will still be paid. If it goes well ... they might be paid thrice over. Which is good, because Bel is giving him a look about this whole lack of being paid in advance thing.
He's quiet a moment, mulling it over. Mostly a show for both of their guards, but. "The mines that the UC is currently profiting handsomely from, I'm sure." Hell, maybe he wouldn't even need payment from Barrayar in that case. His portion alone would be enough to feed a lovely revenue stream directly back to his homeworld. "So - tell me. How many mercenary outfits have you approached before mine?"
He thinks he knows the answer to that. Surely his is the latest in a string of many rejections. Could she possibly have come to him first and foremost?
She meets him in it, somewhere between offended, somewhere between blazing fiercely as she bites into it, she looks at him, and she looks only at him with all of the pent-up bravery, fear and devotion and how much is bound up in this moment for her, for all of her people. Looks at him like if he were near him she would grip in her hands. As if her will might be enough.
Because it's not flattery when she speaks, no honeying of words, it is what she sees to be the truth. "None, for I never would have asked another. I need more than brute force. We have done that, we have tried that. Until our wars have slicked our ground with blood it turned to mud." She takes a breath in, slow. "I need a will that does not flinch. For that is what will secure this victory, and give me leave of what I need to do after - expose them to the Galaxy for what they have done so they may never rise again."
She shakes her head. "There could be no one else but you, Admiral." A slip of her own language, her own forms. But honest, as she looks at him, she doesn't see a little man, twisted and weak, not at all. She sees strength and cleverness - and kindness too, for what he had accepted the night before in the quiet between them. "You have given me proof of that, already."
No pressure there. Miles is both pleased and utterly intimidated by her
admission that she’s sought out him and only him so far. How can he
possibly turn that down? Which both his guardians realize in an instant,
both turning to look at him. They know how this ends just as surely as
Miles himself does. Sigh. Surely some part of this is also due to intel
she’s gathered about him personally. God he kind of hopes so.
Anyway. The conclusion is forgone, already won by Lakshmi this morning. And
if she hadn’t won him then, she surely would now. “I suppose I must accept,
then,” he says with a soft sigh. “Very well. You have my determination,
then. And all my cleverness. God help us if that isn’t enough.”
She breathes in deep - no small part of her that worried, that perhaps he would take her blade, take her hope with it - and leave her with nothing else to show for it. What was said in the dark didn't always meant it would be followed through in the light. He had made her not quite sure of him. A play there, she can't let her own people know if she has doubts, she'd made up her mind regardless of whatever they had to say. But he sets her at ease and she relaxes again, letting out a deeply held breath as she forced her stiffness back out.
"God will not be able to find our remains, I'm afraid. The UC is fond of its obliteration." It's - not funny, but she smiles anyway. Definitely no pressure here. But it shockingly, prompts her guards to smile, in turn. People, under all that blank, mildly angry expressions. "But if I may, we prefer to offer something, on any kind of union, that is a gift in thanks for the event." It wasn't much, but it was what had been brought with them.
Not funny, but Miles manages a sort of disjointed smile anyway. Figures
that’s he’s up against. It never seems to be anything less. “All a part of
the deal, of course,” he says with a wave of his hand, “although we will do
all I can to avoid it.”
A slight eye roll from Bel. Good job not wanting all of them to die, Miles.
Anyway. He refocus on the second part of her response. “A gift? And what
would that be?” He thought he already recieved that last night.
This one, at least, was the one he was meant to have - and not just for him, it seemed. But those that had come with him as well. Gift giving was important - at least amongst her own people. Nothing meant anything unless there was a gift given. Nor was it limited to just her to him.
Her hand lifts - another gesture to her guards and a woman that looked - shockingly a lot like her, for what it was worth, steps forward fishing from a bag that was at her feet. A series of similar looking boxes inside of it, though she takes only the first one. "Something simple, from our home, for all of you. We know that the materials may be easily replicated elsewhere. But our smiths are some of the most skilled. I had them prepared for you and yours before I left." She taps at Damodar's arm and the boy hops out of her lap, stepping back to his nurse. It's then she stands, taking the box out of her hands.
"If you'll permit me?" she opens the box to show him - and it's a chain, a fine golden chain that was a series of intricate links. A bracelet, to length. Carefully, she lifts it out, letting it slide over her fingers. Gesturing for his hand as she comes closer.
A gift indeed. Miles can’t help but admire the chain as she holds it out.
It reminds him of Barrayar, again, though most other cultures might find it
silly or old-fashioned. Bel doesn’t think much of it, he can tell, but
Miles finds himself fascinated. He extends his wrist, then, and allows her
to do as she wishes.
“Thank you,” he says, solemn but grateful. “It is a lovely piece.”
She's gentle with him, as she moves his hand, and around her, her people give his, their gifts. ( Poor Devi, somewhere next to her, staring wide-eyed, and probably utterly smitten with Taura, most likely. ) But she occupies herself quite easily in the task. Lifting his hand so she can fasten it - her fingers sweeping under his as she kneels to be even with him. Though, as she measures it, perhaps it is a little long given how slight his wrists truly were.
It would do, for now, later on, she might get it fixed to sit on him better. But as it stands, it does the job, as she hooks the clasp between her nails - and hesitates as she leans closer, a bow of her hand over his head, a ghost of her breath near to him. Formal, not a step out of place, before she straightens up. "It is our pleasure. Gifts are common for us. Whatever we can give, we like too, and nothing is auspicious without it." Still hasn't learned, that these aren't done everywhere else - it's going to get them in trouble one day.
"Do we go to your ship - or would you prefer us to stay here for the time being?" Unsure, really, how this was meant to work. Truth be told, it was dizzying to know she had even gotten this far.
It’s woefully big on his tiny wrist. Enough to get a small snort of
laughter from Taura, though not an unkind one; Miles just solemnly loops he
chain around his wrist an extra time. There. All fixed.
Both Taura and Bel accept theirs gracefully in turn; Taura gives Devi a
toothy smile, which may or may not help with that burgeoning crush. As for
the question itself, well. Miles is ready with the answer. “You’ll be
aboard the Ariel, with me,” he says with a smile. “All the preparations are
ready, if you’d like to gather your people.” He’s seen to it himself last
night instead of sleeping. “We’ve no gifts, but there will be plenty of
refreshments at least.” Including a bottle of wine should they decide to
give that a try.
She nods turn back to her guards - the order is barked. Quick and sharp, and they fall in line, gathering their gear. They have nothing, it turns out, except what was on their back. Anything else was abandoned easily. They might be far from home, but soldiers they all were. A word is enough when she is the one telling them.
The last is to gather up her son in her arms. Lifting him easily in both her arms, propping him against her hip. The boy obedient in his mother's hold, nestling in close.
Good to know they have some discipline. Probably far more discipline than his own troops have.
"By all means, then." Bel and Taura do not snap to attention quite so efficiently, but they make for an excellent honor guard nonetheless. Miles will lead them back to the Ariel, and from there the ship will take off within the hour. In the meantime, Miles directs them to the quarters that they'll have onboard: a common area (with programmable food generator and bank of holovids) flanked by several bedrooms. Quite a nice suite; the nicest on the ship save for Miles' own quarters.
"I hope you find it to your liking," he says, sweeping them another bow.
If there was any more proof needed in their tale of being a group of wide-eyed rebel fighters - it's there, when they take a tour of the ship. Staring, at everything that goes past them, the hiss of murmurs in their own language between them. How do they afford all this? Her sun squirms in her arms, wanting to be put down which, once she's sure they've stopped in their tour for the time being, she lets him go. Telling him to mind himself as Kashi ever dutiful in her nursing, trotted after the boy as he took off as fast as excited little legs could carry him.
Her eyes linger on her son as he disappears to poke about in the rooms, as only a mother can. Fitfully worried as a passive reaction to just about everything, before she turns back to him. "More than. This is a sight above the rooms we've been crowded into, of late." She lets out a breath, letting herself ease a little in the rooms. Lets her guards separate so they can have some modicum of a private conversation after all the inevitable fussing. "Will you be far from us?"
Bel and Taura have departed for now as well; Miles has little to fear aboard his own ship, given how much in his power Lakshmi and her rebels are at the moment. If anything happened to the little Admiral, they'd be marched straight out an airlock.
But Miles doubts that will happen, and Lakshmi's entourage will not be imprisoned or anything like that. These quarters are remote enough they can lock themselves away, but hardly so cut off from the rest of the ship that they cannot go wandering if they like. "Not terribly," he says. "Just down at the end of that hallway." He points helpfully towards in the direction of the crew's quarters. Much further down.
She peers to look where he indicates. Well - that was assurance, to know where he was, should it come to matter. When she looks back, it's far more comfortable, the heavy mantel she wears otherwise peeling back.
"Did you tell your people of our arrangement and what you have already received from me?"
Miles makes a so-so gesture with his hand. "Only that I was provided acceptable collateral, not what it was." The locked safe he keeps his dagger in is known only to him, Bel, Taura, and Elena, and none of those three know that the dagger has been joined by a sword. They might find it, if they check, but otherwise...
"Very well. My own people do not yet suspect. I will keep them guessing if it comes to that. Again, you must not let them see it." Or Devi would have his head and that was the last thing any of them needed, right now. A little sigh, but not much of one. Hopefully, it would never mean much of anything.
"Thank you, again, for our rooms and the courtesy you have shown us in doing so. I did not... expect so much. Or even that you might agree at all. I know this fight is not an easy one."
Miles would very much prefer to keep his head, of course. He just bows again, neatly. "Naturally," he says. "I'll not undermine you to your people." He still thinks it's a symbol of her rule - and he has zero intention of disrupting her power. Get in, get rid of the UC, and get out. That's all he wants to do.
"No, it will not be easy," Miles admits. His next step here is to sleep and then plot. Or maybe just plot. He hasn't decided yet. "But I have a few ideas. And they might just work."
She smiles, nodding along with his words, "I wasn't sure.... well, even on Jhansi we have heard how at times Betans can be... strange."
Though, to the late - "I have brought with us... maps, of our planet. Each of my people all intimately know the layouts of some of our most important cities and UC fortifications. Please use them and myself as you need." The short of it is, whatever he needed to ask if she didn't know - one of them certainly did.
Ha. Well, he's only half-Betan. He snorts a bit at the comment and moves on.
"I would be grateful for your help," he says. "Surely I will need all of the information you can provide." He plans on learning all he can, at least, and employing every trick he can possibly think of.
"Of course." She smiles wider, a merry flash of teeth. "But I hope it will not be all business. Are you still happy to join us of an evening? I think they're going to trip over just about everything they see until they adjust to it, and you may invaluable in helping with that."
Miles takes this opportunity to exit, then. He has a lot to do - sleep, for one, but also dig up all the information he can. And start formulating a plan.
He'll go to meet them as promised, picking their brains (and their paper maps) for all the information possible. Afterwards, he'll retreat to his room again to figure this out. They can't face the UC head on, no, but he has a plan to surprise them. He'll lead a charge on their capital ship with all the force available, storm it himself. Cut off their supply lines. With a corporation this large, they'll be complacent at best, and Miles intends to leverage that small advantage to its fullest.
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Not even a flicker in his eyes at the blatant lie; he, of course, already knows what the payment will be. What he's been paid already. The sword is safely housed in his own ship already, locked away with the Vorkosigan seal dagger at its side.
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"The Maratha system has only one wormhole to gain access too it and has been under forced occupation for the last 500 hundred years. The United Corporation as such is - thoroughly entrenched, as they say. They have settlements of their own men at important sights as well as two battle cruises that orbit the planet of Jhansi. They have sort, over the years, to cripple us. But I have people - a whole planet that can fight down to their last, ready and waiting for when I get weapons to them." Numbers, she has, in fact, more than has - it's equipment, the cutting edge of technology, that she doesn't. "I need to organise an outfit of stunners, plasma arcs and nerve disruptors, transport them down the surface, for which I would employ your men to help us in transport and the distraction required." To not be shot out of the air, no less.
He has payment, he as more than he knows as payment - but, he asked, and she offers what she had intended, as she looks across the faces of his crew. Wets her lips, letting out a held breath, knowing this isn't - a lot, at least, not as it appears in the immediate. "We promise you pillaging rights to all the UC's equipment and sights to do with as you wish in all ensuing battles, for your immediate payment, and once we have been - liberated, you will have one full year's profit from our mines. I will ensure that even in the event of my death, you will be paid it in the full." Let that at least tantalise as a thought of long-term payment, enough to agree in the short term.
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But that too may be their downfall. A company so firmly entrenched may well be lazy, or at least thoroughly surprised by Dendarii audacity. Both of which he will need in the coming fight, he is certain of it. He can't think of any other mercenary outfits that have attempted it - much to Barrayar's dismay. The UC is currently imposing some very displeasing taxes on the entire Imperium. Which is fortunate, as it's the entire basis of Miles' communication back to Simon to request money for the whole debacle. If it goes poorly, his outfit will still be paid. If it goes well ... they might be paid thrice over. Which is good, because Bel is giving him a look about this whole lack of being paid in advance thing.
He's quiet a moment, mulling it over. Mostly a show for both of their guards, but. "The mines that the UC is currently profiting handsomely from, I'm sure." Hell, maybe he wouldn't even need payment from Barrayar in that case. His portion alone would be enough to feed a lovely revenue stream directly back to his homeworld. "So - tell me. How many mercenary outfits have you approached before mine?"
He thinks he knows the answer to that. Surely his is the latest in a string of many rejections. Could she possibly have come to him first and foremost?
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Because it's not flattery when she speaks, no honeying of words, it is what she sees to be the truth. "None, for I never would have asked another. I need more than brute force. We have done that, we have tried that. Until our wars have slicked our ground with blood it turned to mud." She takes a breath in, slow. "I need a will that does not flinch. For that is what will secure this victory, and give me leave of what I need to do after - expose them to the Galaxy for what they have done so they may never rise again."
She shakes her head. "There could be no one else but you, Admiral." A slip of her own language, her own forms. But honest, as she looks at him, she doesn't see a little man, twisted and weak, not at all. She sees strength and cleverness - and kindness too, for what he had accepted the night before in the quiet between them. "You have given me proof of that, already."
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No pressure there. Miles is both pleased and utterly intimidated by her admission that she’s sought out him and only him so far. How can he possibly turn that down? Which both his guardians realize in an instant, both turning to look at him. They know how this ends just as surely as Miles himself does. Sigh. Surely some part of this is also due to intel she’s gathered about him personally. God he kind of hopes so.
Anyway. The conclusion is forgone, already won by Lakshmi this morning. And if she hadn’t won him then, she surely would now. “I suppose I must accept, then,” he says with a soft sigh. “Very well. You have my determination, then. And all my cleverness. God help us if that isn’t enough.”
But he thinks he can do it. Just maybe.
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"God will not be able to find our remains, I'm afraid. The UC is fond of its obliteration." It's - not funny, but she smiles anyway. Definitely no pressure here. But it shockingly, prompts her guards to smile, in turn. People, under all that blank, mildly angry expressions. "But if I may, we prefer to offer something, on any kind of union, that is a gift in thanks for the event." It wasn't much, but it was what had been brought with them.
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Not funny, but Miles manages a sort of disjointed smile anyway. Figures that’s he’s up against. It never seems to be anything less. “All a part of the deal, of course,” he says with a wave of his hand, “although we will do all I can to avoid it.”
A slight eye roll from Bel. Good job not wanting all of them to die, Miles.
Anyway. He refocus on the second part of her response. “A gift? And what would that be?” He thought he already recieved that last night.
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Her hand lifts - another gesture to her guards and a woman that looked - shockingly a lot like her, for what it was worth, steps forward fishing from a bag that was at her feet. A series of similar looking boxes inside of it, though she takes only the first one. "Something simple, from our home, for all of you. We know that the materials may be easily replicated elsewhere. But our smiths are some of the most skilled. I had them prepared for you and yours before I left." She taps at Damodar's arm and the boy hops out of her lap, stepping back to his nurse. It's then she stands, taking the box out of her hands.
"If you'll permit me?" she opens the box to show him - and it's a chain, a fine golden chain that was a series of intricate links. A bracelet, to length. Carefully, she lifts it out, letting it slide over her fingers. Gesturing for his hand as she comes closer.
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A gift indeed. Miles can’t help but admire the chain as she holds it out. It reminds him of Barrayar, again, though most other cultures might find it silly or old-fashioned. Bel doesn’t think much of it, he can tell, but Miles finds himself fascinated. He extends his wrist, then, and allows her to do as she wishes.
“Thank you,” he says, solemn but grateful. “It is a lovely piece.”
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It would do, for now, later on, she might get it fixed to sit on him better. But as it stands, it does the job, as she hooks the clasp between her nails - and hesitates as she leans closer, a bow of her hand over his head, a ghost of her breath near to him. Formal, not a step out of place, before she straightens up. "It is our pleasure. Gifts are common for us. Whatever we can give, we like too, and nothing is auspicious without it." Still hasn't learned, that these aren't done everywhere else - it's going to get them in trouble one day.
"Do we go to your ship - or would you prefer us to stay here for the time being?" Unsure, really, how this was meant to work. Truth be told, it was dizzying to know she had even gotten this far.
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It’s woefully big on his tiny wrist. Enough to get a small snort of laughter from Taura, though not an unkind one; Miles just solemnly loops he chain around his wrist an extra time. There. All fixed.
Both Taura and Bel accept theirs gracefully in turn; Taura gives Devi a toothy smile, which may or may not help with that burgeoning crush. As for the question itself, well. Miles is ready with the answer. “You’ll be aboard the Ariel, with me,” he says with a smile. “All the preparations are ready, if you’d like to gather your people.” He’s seen to it himself last night instead of sleeping. “We’ve no gifts, but there will be plenty of refreshments at least.” Including a bottle of wine should they decide to give that a try.
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The last is to gather up her son in her arms. Lifting him easily in both her arms, propping him against her hip. The boy obedient in his mother's hold, nestling in close.
"We are ready."
Nods, ready for him to lead on.
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"By all means, then." Bel and Taura do not snap to attention quite so efficiently, but they make for an excellent honor guard nonetheless. Miles will lead them back to the Ariel, and from there the ship will take off within the hour. In the meantime, Miles directs them to the quarters that they'll have onboard: a common area (with programmable food generator and bank of holovids) flanked by several bedrooms. Quite a nice suite; the nicest on the ship save for Miles' own quarters.
"I hope you find it to your liking," he says, sweeping them another bow.
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Her eyes linger on her son as he disappears to poke about in the rooms, as only a mother can. Fitfully worried as a passive reaction to just about everything, before she turns back to him. "More than. This is a sight above the rooms we've been crowded into, of late." She lets out a breath, letting herself ease a little in the rooms. Lets her guards separate so they can have some modicum of a private conversation after all the inevitable fussing. "Will you be far from us?"
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But Miles doubts that will happen, and Lakshmi's entourage will not be imprisoned or anything like that. These quarters are remote enough they can lock themselves away, but hardly so cut off from the rest of the ship that they cannot go wandering if they like. "Not terribly," he says. "Just down at the end of that hallway." He points helpfully towards in the direction of the crew's quarters. Much further down.
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"Did you tell your people of our arrangement and what you have already received from me?"
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"Thank you, again, for our rooms and the courtesy you have shown us in doing so. I did not... expect so much. Or even that you might agree at all. I know this fight is not an easy one."
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"No, it will not be easy," Miles admits. His next step here is to sleep and then plot. Or maybe just plot. He hasn't decided yet. "But I have a few ideas. And they might just work."
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Though, to the late - "I have brought with us... maps, of our planet. Each of my people all intimately know the layouts of some of our most important cities and UC fortifications. Please use them and myself as you need." The short of it is, whatever he needed to ask if she didn't know - one of them certainly did.
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"I would be grateful for your help," he says. "Surely I will need all of the information you can provide." He plans on learning all he can, at least, and employing every trick he can possibly think of.
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He'll go to meet them as promised, picking their brains (and their paper maps) for all the information possible. Afterwards, he'll retreat to his room again to figure this out. They can't face the UC head on, no, but he has a plan to surprise them. He'll lead a charge on their capital ship with all the force available, storm it himself. Cut off their supply lines. With a corporation this large, they'll be complacent at best, and Miles intends to leverage that small advantage to its fullest.