Lois McMaster Bujold THE VOR GAME
Lois McMaster Bujold
Lois McMaster Bujold THE VOR GAME
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"Ship duty!" chortled the ensign four ahead of Miles in line. Glee lit his face as his eyes sped down his orders, the plastic flimsy rattling slightly in his hands. "I'm to be junior weaponry officer on the Imperial Cruiser
"Ensign Plause. " The aging sergeant manning the desk managed to look bored and superior at the same time, holding the next packet up with deliberation between thumb and forefinger. How long had he been holding down this post at the Imperial Military Academy? Miles wondered. How many hundreds—thousands—of young officers had passed under his bland eye at this first supreme moment of their careers? Did they all start to look alike after a few years? The same fresh green uniforms. The same shiny blue plastic rectangles of shiny new-won rank armoring the high collars. The same hungry eyes, the go-to-hell graduates of the Imperial Services' most elite school with visions of military destiny dancing in their heads.
Plause stepped aside, touched his thumbprint to the lock-pad, and unzipped his envelope in turn.
"Well?" said Ivan Vorpatril, just ahead of Miles inline. "Don't keep us in suspense. "
"Language school," said Plause, still reading.
Plause spoke all four of Barrayar's native languages perfectly already. "As student or instructor?" Miles inquired.
"Student. "
"Ah, ha.
It'll be galactic languages, then. Intelligence will be wanting you, after. You're bound off-planet for sure," said Miles."Not necessarily," said Plause. "They could just sit me in a concrete box somewhere, programming translating computers till I go blind. " But hope gleamed in his eyes.
Miles charitably did not point out the major drawback of Intelligence, the fact that you ended up working for Chief of Imperial Security Simon Illyan, the man who remembered
"Ensign Lobachik. "
Lobachik was the second most painfully earnest man Miles had ever met; Miles was therefore unsurprised when Lobachik zipped open his envelope and choked, "ImpSec. The advanced course in Security and Counter-assassination. "
"Ah, palace guard school," said Ivan with interest, kibbitzing over Lobachik's shoulder.
"That's quite an honor," Miles observed. "Illyan usually pulls his students from the twenty-year men with rows of medals. "
"Maybe Emperor Gregor asked Illyan for someone nearer his own age," suggested Ivan, "to brighten the landscape. Those prune-faced fossils Illyan usually surrounds him with would give