Cetagandan Camp/Medbay When Duv arrived on Barrayar and studied Barrayaran history, he had never once imagined he would be in the position of waking up generations in the past. Penance for the crimes of his forefathers? It's the first thought that creeps into his mind and lingers as he listens to the attacks that hit when least expected. It only grows in a strength as he very quickly realizes what side of the conflict he's ended up on as he's shoved a flimsy and light pen to work on an audit of the medbay. He has a PhD and they're putting him to work on an audit.
Punishment for crimes that should be long past and he didn't commit. He wonders if Miles Vorkosigan is somehow behind this mess.
While treated like a grunt, at least he doesn't run the risk of being strung up as he would at the Barrayaran camp by the very few that might recognize his accent. Being from the planet that allowed this assault to take place was not a factor that would work in his favor, even in this camp. Disgruntled academic is the best way to describe the expression he as he works on his assigned task. Later he'd have time to properly scout and see how well the recreation of maps of Cetagandan bases matched up to the real ones.
Village He's managed to sneak away and find himself at the village, attempting to appear as neutral as possible. So this is the infamous Dendarii mountains with its hill folk that helped to change the sway of the occupation. The rural areas of the Vorkosigan district were ones he didn't have the chance to visit during his studies of Barrayar.
With his collar up and hands shoved in his pockets to ward off the cold, he ventures into the village and keeps to himself. He knows he's playing a dangerous game being here, but academic curiosity gets the better of him and at the very least, he's certain those here will peg him as someone from the city at best and foreign at worst. Komarran thankfully wouldn't register as a possibility. So he hopes.
Duv Galeni | The Vorkosigan Saga (post-BiA) | ota
When Duv arrived on Barrayar and studied Barrayaran history, he had never once imagined he would be in the position of waking up generations in the past. Penance for the crimes of his forefathers? It's the first thought that creeps into his mind and lingers as he listens to the attacks that hit when least expected. It only grows in a strength as he very quickly realizes what side of the conflict he's ended up on as he's shoved a flimsy and light pen to work on an audit of the medbay. He has a PhD and they're putting him to work on an audit.
Punishment for crimes that should be long past and he didn't commit. He wonders if Miles Vorkosigan is somehow behind this mess.
While treated like a grunt, at least he doesn't run the risk of being strung up as he would at the Barrayaran camp by the very few that might recognize his accent. Being from the planet that allowed this assault to take place was not a factor that would work in his favor, even in this camp. Disgruntled academic is the best way to describe the expression he as he works on his assigned task. Later he'd have time to properly scout and see how well the recreation of maps of Cetagandan bases matched up to the real ones.
Village
He's managed to sneak away and find himself at the village, attempting to appear as neutral as possible. So this is the infamous Dendarii mountains with its hill folk that helped to change the sway of the occupation. The rural areas of the Vorkosigan district were ones he didn't have the chance to visit during his studies of Barrayar.
With his collar up and hands shoved in his pockets to ward off the cold, he ventures into the village and keeps to himself. He knows he's playing a dangerous game being here, but academic curiosity gets the better of him and at the very least, he's certain those here will peg him as someone from the city at best and foreign at worst. Komarran thankfully wouldn't register as a possibility. So he hopes.