So, word counts: 24,042 words of completed fic, today's total so far: 2562 words.
And have a snippet from today's writing:
"They'll be our prisoners," Cordelia said slowly. She'd never had a prisoner before. It was alarming, like someone had just tied the half dozen Cetagandans around her neck. "Once it's secure down here, bring them down dirtside and we'll put them with the others. Put them in our brig in the meantime; treat them like any of our crew who've been brigged. You know how that works?" They'd only had to use that ultimate sanction once in the past two years, but it was part of training and standard procedures. "Restrain them carefully and don't let them see anything on our ship. They are Cetagandans."
"Yes, ma'am," Parneet said. "All right, ma'am, I have to go now."
"Keep me posted. And good luck to you all." She cut the link and looked at Vorkosigan. "All going well up there so far. But what are we going to do with all these Cetagandans?" If they won. But she didn't want to add that condition to the question.
Vorkosigan frowned. "We don't usually have facilities to hold prisoners--when we take them back home, we normally use them as exchange, for our own men or supplies or sometimes," he sighed, "for safe passage out of Ceta strongholds. But this place is already set up for it. They can just trade places with us."
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