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She wish she could say this wasn't part of her contract, but it sadly fell well within the lines. Being stationed with the Rangers hadn't been a terrible assignment. It was better than being stuck on Jackson's Whole, at least here she was on a ship and there was the occasional bought of action despite it being blockade work.
And then Cavilo took over.
The woman had annoyed Allison even before Cavilo artfully staged Randall's death and claimed command. The annoyance only built the longer she was under the other's command. The woman was smart, but her presence caused a knot in Allison's stomach that refused to undo itself for hours after Cavilo left. Something was going to go horribly wrong, the woman was too ambitious to be happy with a simple blockade contract. Not if she was willing to off their commander.
As much of a commander as Randal was to her anyway given her lack of choice in the decision. The man had needed to bolster his ranks when he first arrived at the Hub and made for Jackson's Whole for disposable, cheap troops in the form of clones. She was one of the lucky rejects chosen, an unwanted experiment of a Vor couple attempting to take part in new, exciting galactic technology. It wasn't far into her life she learned how quickly she been cast aside because the infertile couple hoping to usher in a secret heir had failed to specify the gender they wanted their tube child to be.
Which left her in a pile of easily bought extras, now outsourced to the Rangers. Cavilo's takeover had actually made her miss being in Jackson's Whole. At least there Allison knew where she stood and didn't have the feeling she was about to be left out to dry at a moment's notice.
The arrival of two prisoners certainly had Cavilo's undivided attention. One even being placed right beside the woman's cabin. Cavilo wasn't broadcasting who she had on board, but shortly after the one in the brig had been shipped out to hell knows where, she heard who was receiving such special treatment by their commander. What the hell was the Emperor of Barrayar doing this far away from home? And why did she feel like she needed to see him?
Her knowledge of Barrayaran history was limited to what she could get a hold of on Jackson's Whole with her restricted access and status. The nature of her progenitor's had given her enough curiosity about the strange planet and system. Meltzoff's employment here was the closest she had come to interacting with a real Barrayaran and his demeanor made it clear he wasn't the most open to probing questions. She doubted the Emperor would be either, but maybe... Maybe he could be her ticket out of this hellhole. Barrayar couldn't be any worse than the life she was living now. Or maybe she could get enough leeway once she was out of here to make her own way.
That thought is what carries her towards Gregor's quarters at a time when Cavilo was off ship. It'd be stupid to try to visit the man with the woman on board, watching like a hawk. She has a tray of food in hand, a task normally she'd avoid but had gladly volunteered for if it meant an excuse to travel up here. She's not sure what's going to come of this or what an Emperor even looks like, but there's only one way to find out. She takes a deep breath, straightens herself out, and knocks curtly on his door.
And then Cavilo took over.
The woman had annoyed Allison even before Cavilo artfully staged Randall's death and claimed command. The annoyance only built the longer she was under the other's command. The woman was smart, but her presence caused a knot in Allison's stomach that refused to undo itself for hours after Cavilo left. Something was going to go horribly wrong, the woman was too ambitious to be happy with a simple blockade contract. Not if she was willing to off their commander.
As much of a commander as Randal was to her anyway given her lack of choice in the decision. The man had needed to bolster his ranks when he first arrived at the Hub and made for Jackson's Whole for disposable, cheap troops in the form of clones. She was one of the lucky rejects chosen, an unwanted experiment of a Vor couple attempting to take part in new, exciting galactic technology. It wasn't far into her life she learned how quickly she been cast aside because the infertile couple hoping to usher in a secret heir had failed to specify the gender they wanted their tube child to be.
Which left her in a pile of easily bought extras, now outsourced to the Rangers. Cavilo's takeover had actually made her miss being in Jackson's Whole. At least there Allison knew where she stood and didn't have the feeling she was about to be left out to dry at a moment's notice.
The arrival of two prisoners certainly had Cavilo's undivided attention. One even being placed right beside the woman's cabin. Cavilo wasn't broadcasting who she had on board, but shortly after the one in the brig had been shipped out to hell knows where, she heard who was receiving such special treatment by their commander. What the hell was the Emperor of Barrayar doing this far away from home? And why did she feel like she needed to see him?
Her knowledge of Barrayaran history was limited to what she could get a hold of on Jackson's Whole with her restricted access and status. The nature of her progenitor's had given her enough curiosity about the strange planet and system. Meltzoff's employment here was the closest she had come to interacting with a real Barrayaran and his demeanor made it clear he wasn't the most open to probing questions. She doubted the Emperor would be either, but maybe... Maybe he could be her ticket out of this hellhole. Barrayar couldn't be any worse than the life she was living now. Or maybe she could get enough leeway once she was out of here to make her own way.
That thought is what carries her towards Gregor's quarters at a time when Cavilo was off ship. It'd be stupid to try to visit the man with the woman on board, watching like a hawk. She has a tray of food in hand, a task normally she'd avoid but had gladly volunteered for if it meant an excuse to travel up here. She's not sure what's going to come of this or what an Emperor even looks like, but there's only one way to find out. She takes a deep breath, straightens herself out, and knocks curtly on his door.