[By the time she's back, the site is well prepared. Most Barrayarans get a cursory survival training for both their home planet and just about anything another can throw at them. That is those scrubs. This one was trained by Piotr.
The ground is cleared to a perfect perimeter, still well enough under the cover of the heavy trees to hide the camp from overhead surveillance. The firepit is a shallow, round pit of melted rock - a quick burst from the plasma arc on low. Bedrolls and bug netting set out, compact cookware by the pit, cold lights powered off but sitting nearby - it's practically military.
... Or would be if Aral wasn't standing with an expression somewhere between flabbergasted and long suffering, looking in a decided floral print bag he certainly did not pack himself.]
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The ground is cleared to a perfect perimeter, still well enough under the cover of the heavy trees to hide the camp from overhead surveillance. The firepit is a shallow, round pit of melted rock - a quick burst from the plasma arc on low. Bedrolls and bug netting set out, compact cookware by the pit, cold lights powered off but sitting nearby - it's practically military.
... Or would be if Aral wasn't standing with an expression somewhere between flabbergasted and long suffering, looking in a decided floral print bag he certainly did not pack himself.]