"Ah," Miles says with a deeply ironic smile. "I'm getting to that."
He rubs the bridge of his nose. "It wasn't an alien spaceship. The captains were more or less human, as far as I could tell. Although one of them had...some kind of weird power that interacted with the Ingress. The Ingress was a confusing thing. But -- " He waves a hand, dismissing that tangent before he follows it.
"We were all told to do our part to keep the ship running. Hard to disagree with that, although none of those four had any idea what they were doing. A doctor, a navigator, an ambassador and -- I don't even know what Típota was." He gives his older self a thoroughly sharp smile, more in self-deprecation than anything else, and he plucks at the front of his Moira uniform, plain black with gray trim. "They put me in Waste Disposal, first. Not a frigging clue about personnel management, until I talked Captain Thán into letting me handle it."
Because of course Miles Vorkosigan would find some way to talk himself into a promotion to a position that didn't even exist until he insisted on its necessity. Thán was a surprisingly patient man, too. It took three whole months for him to finally lose his patience with Miles. An astonishing record.
"We touched down on planets every couple of months, mostly for supply runs. They...didn't tend to go well."
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He rubs the bridge of his nose. "It wasn't an alien spaceship. The captains were more or less human, as far as I could tell. Although one of them had...some kind of weird power that interacted with the Ingress. The Ingress was a confusing thing. But -- " He waves a hand, dismissing that tangent before he follows it.
"We were all told to do our part to keep the ship running. Hard to disagree with that, although none of those four had any idea what they were doing. A doctor, a navigator, an ambassador and -- I don't even know what Típota was." He gives his older self a thoroughly sharp smile, more in self-deprecation than anything else, and he plucks at the front of his Moira uniform, plain black with gray trim. "They put me in Waste Disposal, first. Not a frigging clue about personnel management, until I talked Captain Thán into letting me handle it."
Because of course Miles Vorkosigan would find some way to talk himself into a promotion to a position that didn't even exist until he insisted on its necessity. Thán was a surprisingly patient man, too. It took three whole months for him to finally lose his patience with Miles. An astonishing record.
"We touched down on planets every couple of months, mostly for supply runs. They...didn't tend to go well."