AN: There was a challenge to write the same story from two different points of view in my writers club. This is what I came up with, they hadn't read the books, so they had no idea what was going on....sigh.... ONE SHOT. R&R please!
Illyan
"You did what?!" Illyan howled from behind the desk. Why did I let him go on this assignment?
The young officer muttered something incoherent.
"Speak up, Miles!" I like Miles, but sometimes he gets these ideas...
"I accidentally created a group of mercenaries called the Dendarii. Sir."
"And how, may I ask, did you do this?" Or more like, how am I gonna get you outta an Imperial Charge this time?
Miles launched into an explanation of how the Dendarii Mercenaries—and his cover personality, Admiral Nasmith—came to be. A worried look spread across Illyan's normally placid face. What the hell were you thinking? You know the laws as well as I do.
"You're dismissed" Miles gave him an Impsec analysts salute; a general wave with two fingers in the general vicinity of one's temple. "Oh, and Miles? I don't think I'll be able to bail you out of this one."
Miles nodded glumly, turned on his heel, and marched out of Illyan's office. The Dendarii Mercenaries. Damn it boy, what were you thinking
MYLES
"You did what?!" Illyan howled from behind the desk. How am I gonna talk my way outta this? Miles thought, shifting from foot to foot and mumbeling something incoherent.
"Speak up, Miles!"
"I accidentally created a group of mercenaries called the Dendarii. Sir." Miles winced, that was not supposed to sound so stupid. Illyan's thoughtful look allowed Miles to guess his next question.
"And how, may I ask, did you do this?" Useless excuses flittered around his brain like butterflies. The truth damnit, boy.
Miles dived headfirst into an explanation of how the Dendarii Mercenaries—and his cover personality, Admiral Nasmith—came to be. If he wasn't so worried, he would have grinned. It was rather like watching a train wreck. Oh shit, Miles thought as he remembered the laws forbidding a count—or his heir—from raising an army. How am I gonna talk my way outta this?
"You're dismissed" Miles gave him an Impsec analysts salute; a general wave with two fingers in the general vicinity of one's temple. "Oh, and Miles? I don't think I'll be able to bail you out of this one."
Miles nodded glumly, turned on his heel, and marched out of Illyan's office. I know, but I sure wish you could.