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Hello. This is Gregor Vorbarra, Senior Arbitration Officer on the ship, and I wanted to reach out to the inhabitants of the Moira new and old, to let you know that murder is not, has never been, and will never be an officially sanctioned method of arbitrating disputes either between crewmembers or officers. If you have any difficulties, please feel free to refer them to me and I will assist you as best I am able.

Have a good day.

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Surely the crew have a proper way to address their Senior Arbitration Officer.

[ There's a small, purposeful pause before she continues, ] But I won't use your full title here.

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Thank you. But no, just... Greg.

[His tone shifts unreadably over the feed, taut and almost wistful.]

Please. For now, at least. I don't expect to be able to keep this under wraps forever--a few people already know.

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Gregor...

[ He can't see it, but she straightens slightly as she speaks in to her MID. She doesn't remember him growing up, but he's survived this long with both Ivan and Miles near his side. That alone speaks better of him than the predecessors she knew. ]

You have my word. Are these people I should be made aware of?

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Thank you, Lady Alys.

There are a few. Someone from home but not from Barrayar, Captain Bel Thorne. A man named Kal, someone else named Eggsy. I think his friend Harry knows, as well. No more than that. They're all trustworthy--they won't spread it around.

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[ Good man, her etiquette lessons growing up clearly stuck. ]

How long until I am introduced to your trusted friends? I'd like to have faces to put to their names.

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[Darn straight they did.]

If you want to be able to identify them by sight prior to being formally introduced, you can look them up on your MID individually. As for formal introductions, those can happen at your leisure, whatever ship-wide crisis is occurring this month permitting.

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I'll become better acquainted with the MID then. [ Which she will be doing shortly after this reply because she wants to see these trusted friends of the Imperium. ]

Am I to assume crises strike often? Ivan neglected to mention any.

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I'll certainly help, if you like. It's not so different from a commlink back at home.

They come and go. I believe we're traveling the shortest distance to wherever the captains are taking us, not the safest, and we occasionally stop for supplies on planets that have their own share of problems. It's been... trying, but not impossible.

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It'll be a good chance for us to spend time together. [ And to see what kind of young man their emperor has become. ]

You can tell me more about what troubles I should be expecting in the future when we meet.

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I would like that very much, Lady Alys. I know this must be quite the shock, for you even moreso than the rest of us, since we all are from roughly the same time, from what I can tell. I understand the adjustment will take time.

I'd like to help however I can. And I'll brief you about the Moira and her troubles as best I'm able.

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I appreciate the consideration, Gregor.

When does your schedule permit a meeting?

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For you, Lady Alys? [His voice warms audibly over the comm, and he's smiling, though she can't see it.] Whenever it pleases you.

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[ What a good child. Her own tone sounds appreciative, she's eager to see how he's turned out. ] You can meet me at my quarters then. I'm on Mero deck, room 21.

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I will be there as soon as I'm able.

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I'll be waiting.

[ Once her last message is sent, she takes a moment to assure her appearance is presentable before she moves to wait out in the main hall. She's off duty and by default she's been preferring to wear the dark clothing of mourning she arrived in, fitting of her social rank.

It doesn't mean much here, but it brings her some comfort as she adjusts to life on the Moira. ]

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[It's not long before Gregor turns the corner into the hall, his mouth tilting up faintly when he sees Alys. He looks perfectly comfortable in his shipknits, with no sign of an insignia or rank. He nods to her as he comes closer.]

Lady Alys. How are you faring?

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[ Her smile brightens as she takes in the sight of him. She can see the familiar lines in his face of the young boy she had left behind at the Imperial Residence when she came here. If he's so willing to accommodate her then surely...

She holds her arms out to offer him a light hug. ]

As well as can be expected.

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[Gregor's eyes warm and he leans down into the hug, winding long arms around her and squeezing lightly before he lets go and steps back.]

I know the feeling. [His mouth tilts in a crooked smile.] Is there anything I can do to help?

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[ Good. Their relationship hadn't soured as he grew older. That's heartening to know not only for herself but for the future of Barrayar.

She's still smiling as they pull apart. ]

You can fill me in on how things are going for you presently. Ivan was only able to speak for himself.

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Things are all right. The ship doubled in size recently, so arbitrating has been... slightly more trying, though nothing quite compares to back home, and being here is a quite unprecedented opportunity for both privacy and time to myself. Miles has been... overworked as well, as of late, which means he's even more manic than usual. Also--there is one other person from home who knows about me and my status, but I thought it best to tell you in person.

[He nods to her door, his brow crimping in an expression that's not quite a frown.]

It's... a complicated and rather lengthy story.

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[ She catches the gesture easily and begins heading back inside, keeping the conversation neutral until Gregor deems it appropriate to move to the more sensitive topics. ]

Do neither of you have others to delegate tasks to? With more crew members must come more help.

[ Unless the captains here are poor at delegating themselves. ]

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I think they're working on appointing another Personnel Officer. We have another Arbitration Officer but I think...

[He pauses, rejects the first five things that leap to mind to describe Aurelia, and finishes diplomatically.]

The work does not seem to be precisely her speed.

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[ Ah. Gregor need say no more, she understands completely what he's getting at. ]

Is there a system in place for seeking replacements if one is unfit for duty?

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Yes. It's Miles. [Gregor smiles a little, just at the corners of his eyes and the very edges of his mouth.] Who is understandably overworked recently. But that falls under his jurisdiction as Personnel Officer.

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I hope you've brought it to his attention to handle once matters settle down for him.