[ If you're signed on with the Dendarii and don't have their comm notifications, you receive a video message early in the morning of May 28th. Miles Vorkosigan, ashen from both pain and a fine dusting of plaster on his face, looks grim but determined. ]

This is Miles Vorkosigan. If you are able, I request your assistance in rescuing a dear friend of mine. The situation is ... dire. And likely worsening by the minute. [ A pause; his determined expression flickers for just a moment, betraying the grief and worry and pain that's already starting to eat away at him. ] Please. I would be utterly in your debt.

[ And then it winks out. ]