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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-03-04 05:33 am

[ march i log: we need medicine ]

Who: Everyone
What: New arrivals, desperate times, whispers down the hall.
When: March 1st - 18th
Where: Barrayaran camp / Cetagandan base
Warnings: TBD

Quick links:
Riverfall
Barrayar: Plague / Camp / Missions
Cetaganda: Plague / Base / Missions



welcome to barrayar.
It's the dark of night when you come to in the foothills. Snow on the ground, chill winter wind whistling -- in fact, it's dangerously cold, and all you have is the clothes on your back.. A steep mountain range towers just ahead, its peaks illuminated by the light of two moons. Whatever you last remember, it isn't how you got here, and you feel oddly jetlagged, slightly queasy.

And you're not alone. There are a few other people close by, all looking equally lost and confused. But before any of you have a chance to figure out what's going on, the soldiers arrive. There's a war on, they say, and you unlucky bastards have just been dropped right smack in the middle of it.

With March comes some relief. The first few days to a week are still bitterly, dangerously cold, but the weather starts to pick up gradually over the course of the next couple of months. It only gets barely above freezing, but after the last month, it might as well be a summer's day.

riverfall
The party last month definitely boosted morale, and certainly brought the outsiders closer to the villagers. They're noticeably friendlier toward the outsiders afterward, although they still give the exotics and their accompanying ghem soldiers the evil eye.

Given the village's covert assistance with the war effort and the fact that the Cetagandans found enough data to include the village in its regular patrols, Riverfall has become sort of a middle ground between the two sides. Coinciding visits don't happen every day, but they can provide opportunities for the two factions to secretly meet. Of course, this always carries a risk…best be sure not to be caught by either side's soldiers. Thanks to Negri, the Barrayarans roughly know the patrol schedule.

barrayar
Temperatures are still pretty low by the time March rolls around, and the first week is considerably cold, but it's steadily getting warmer as the month goes on. By the second week, it's just warm enough to start taking baths again -- and boy is there ever a queue.

On the 2nd, a small troop of soldiers arrives, led by Prince Xav Vorbarra, Olivia and Sonia's father, and Piotr's aide-de-camp Captain Ezar Vorbarra, a distant cousin of theirs. They bring with them a load of relief supplies fom Beta Colony, improving not only their food and medicine situation, but some to pass on back to the Riverfall villagers in return for their help. Anyone lurking around at night might see Ezar talking to Negri from time to time as well, and Sonia seems to be getting up to some kind of mischief where Ezar is concerned.

Prince Xav gives Piotr a very helpful tipoff -- there's a Betan biochemist waiting in the occupied district capital, Vorkosigan Vashnoi, to rendezvous with him on his way back off Barrayar. Xav can't stay long; he needs to find another way off-planet, and Doctor Micah Niadem has been laying low in Vorkosigan Vashnoi, but the risk of their presence being detected grows with every day. It may be easier and safer to smuggle them back to the camp than try to get them back off-planet for now -- and besides, their expertise in astrophysics might prove useful. But Xav hasn't yet been able to make contact through the soldiers occupying the city, so Piotr sends his own scouts.

Piotr, with Xav and Ezar as advisors, is trying to come to a decision about what to do about the Cetagandans' wormhole project. There's no telling what the Cetagandans really intend to do with the wormhole device, but disrupting or destroying their project would mean no way home for the outsiders, and…Piotr no longer feels that to be the most honorable option. That, and the idea of this technology in Cetagandan hands does them no favors. But their intelligence on the project is limited -- Byerly will prove to be a useful intelligent asset, certainly, but Piotr is looking for more informants. Any outsiders willing and able to make connections with any exotics sympathetic to the cause would certainly be appreciated by the General.

plague
Early in the month, some of the villagers begin to get sick -- it looks just like a particularly nasty cold at first. It quickly worsens and spreads to the camp, and by the 7th it is evident there is an outbreak of the Barrayaran flu, an influenza variant that has mutated over the last several centuries. Barrayarans have built up antibodies against most strains, but this is a particularly virulent strain, and with a population that has neither vaccines nor modern medicine, it can be fatal. The recent cold snap and limited food haven't exactly fortified anyone's immune systems, either, and in the first half of the month, about half the population of the village and camp come down with the flu at some point.

Although the virus isn't spreading much more quickly than your average flu, it's still a nasty infection, and the symptoms are difficult to effectively treat without proper equipment of facilities. Some of the relief supplies brought by Prince Xav include surgical masks and gloves for the people working triage to protect them from the airborne illness as much as possible. The supplies also include some analgesics and synergine, but hardly enough to go around. Fevers, aches and chills, coughing, vomiting -- they treat them with what they have once they run out of relief supplies. And for the most part, those with the flu manage to pull through and recover -- but if the flu turns to pneumonia, there's almost nothing they can do at that point. Thanks to the tireless efforts of villagers, soldiers, and some outsiders, the first half of the month sees only a 10% mortality rate between the village and the camp, resulting in only 23 influenza-related deaths.

Sonia is among the first to get sick, but she sweats it out in five days or so and manages a full recovery. Olivia, on the other hand, falls much more seriously ill. Piotr takes great care not to get sick; the camp is already incapacitated as it is.

camp
Camp morale is still buckling under the weight of crisis after crisis, but the arrival of Prince Xav and the improving weather have done a lot to lighten the mood. Xav and Ezar coordiate to distribute the relief supplies even as the flu ravages the camp and village, never a dull moment . Olivia and Sonia haven't seen their father Xav in over two years, and it's a long-overdue family reunion. Piotr welcomes the return of his friend and aide-de-camp Ezar, and Sonia seems to be getting into some kind of mischief with her cousin. And in a quiet moment here and there, Ezar can be seen talking to Negri.

By the morning of the 1st, Byerly Vorrutyer will have abruptly disappeared from camp.

Piotr is trying to keep military operations running as much as he can while half the camp tends to the sick or fall sick themselves. They'd found the traitors, yes, but Piotr's anger is far from satisfied. The food shortage had derailed their power supply strategy, and it's only further pushed back by this current crisis, so large operations are off the table. But Piotr has never underestimated the value of psychological warfare in this war. He has a few conveniently available corpses for hacking up and planting in the Cetagandan base just to shake things up a little, and anyone who can lift a sword without coughing is qualified. Xav does not approve.

missions
The medical assistance provided by the outsiders doesn't go unappreciated, nor without effect. Not every day is a success, but they manage to keep the mortality rate relatively low.

The infiltration missions to plant the severed body parts mostly go according to plan, although Lakshmi and Nash run afoul of some guards. Between the outsiders and other Barrayaran squads, they manage to plant several body parts, and in doing so, inadvertently spread the Barrayaran flu to the Cetagandans.

The outsiders scouting out Vorkosigan Vashnoi manage to stay undetected by Cetagandan soldiers, although they run into exotics on the other side. They manage to get some information about Micah's location, but very little…thankfully, Byerly passes on to Miles much more specific information the exotics were able to obtain.

Here are the unabridged mission results.

cetaganda
The snow piled up around the base starts to gradually melt over the course of the month as temperatures rise. The new wave of exotics are processed and very gently prodded like every group has been, but they've been treated with the same level of civility. The Cetagandans are generally exceedingly polite, but they are becoming a little less patient with the exotics after the recent bouts of violence and escapism.

Despite the Barrayaran flu sweeping the base, military operations must carry on. Zahal might have lost his informants in the Barrayaran camp, but he knows they've been struggling, and wants to implement some more aggressive tactics to hit them while they're down -- and more than that, the dead body parts of his own soldiers scattered around the base have had their intended effect, rattling and aggravating the ghem-General -- even more so when they realize that this was the means by which the plague spread to the base. Whatever organized strategy Zahal starts to pull together is immediately disrupted by the rapid spread of the virus through the base. With Cetagandan soldiers dropping like flies, military operations all but come to a halt on the base.

However, Cetagandan intelligence gets wind of a Barrayar-allied astrophysicist from Beta Colony, a planet renowned for its cutting-edge technological advances, particularly in the field of wormhole science; they may be able to solve some of the pieces of the puzzle. The Betan scientist is apparently hiding out in Vorkosigan Vashnoi, the capital city of the city. The virus has spread there too; Barrayarans and Cetagandans alike are facing the outbreak, although the native population seems to be faring a bit better. The Cetagandans need help bringing medical supplies, so while they're at it, the ghem-General dispatches a few teams to try and sniff out the scientist's location. Meanwhile, in the R&D labs, some of the exotics who have been promoted to lab assistant are helping the Cetagandans to make some advancements, and they're finally let in on some more details about the project.

plague
A few days into the month, some of the soldiers start to show cold-like symptoms -- and then the outbreak of Barrayaran influenza spreads rapidly throughout the base. Unlike the Barrayarans, the Cetagandans have no antibodies for this strain, and even their advanced immune systems cannot defend them against a totally new pathogen. They are infected even more quickly than the Barrayarans and their symptoms escalate rapidly as well, resulting in an alarming mortality rate. Cetagandan soldiers are falling sick left and right. Triage starts in the medbay, but they have to quarantine off another wing of the building just to make room for the rapidly growing population of infected ghem. The airborne virus is spreading through the base at an alarming speed -- save for Byerly, no one on base has ever been exposed to it. The symptoms are severe and while the Cetagandans have plenty of equipment, they have neither an antiviral nor a vaccine for the Barrayaran flu. High fever, vomiting, dehydration, respiratory and sinus problems run rampant, and though they have plenty in the way of synergine and analgesics, the Barrayaran flu quickly leads to pneumonia in most Cetagandan patients, and with their immune systems so completely unprepared, most patients with pneumonia die within 24 to 48 hours. The triage assistants are, at least, provided with surgical masks and gloves and antibacterial gel by the bucket load to protect them from the airborne illness as much as possible. By mid-month, nearly two thirds of the base has been infected.

The medical staff scrambles to put up a quarantine while also working on a vaccine for the uninfected population on the base. Byerly, being the only person on base who has ever been exposed to the Barrayaran flu, offers a blood sample -- potentially containing antibodies to this strain. Some of the Cetagandans' testing methods are a little ethically questionable, but they're trying to work fast. They're able to develop a working vaccine with a projected effectiveness of 70%.

Toward the middle of the month, Amai catches the flu and is laid low for about a week. Diya and Zahal take great care not to catch it -- Diya seems particularly absent lately.

base
Paranoia of infection hovers over the entire base, but some of the Cetagandans are concerned with another upcoming event: the arrival of the Handmaiden of the Star Crèche. What the Handmaiden of the Star Crèche actually is or does seems to be rather vague to the exotics -- she seems to play some role in genetic politics -- but it's known that she's haut, like Diya. The Cetagandans are scrambling to prepare for her arrival with considerable worry about resolving the flu epidemic before she touches down. The Cetagandans are about as close to cultural panic as they get right now. Diya received personal notice from the Handmaiden of the Star Crèche herself.

Starting on the 1st, Byerly Vorrutyer joins the exotic ranks as an undercover agent, looking not only for information but to potentially recruit exotics sympathetic to the Barrayaran cause.

Meanwhile in the labs, the Cetagandans have been letting the exotics get a little more hands-on with their research. Natasha, York and Symmetra have risen a bit in the ranks and are brought in on more specific projects. The ghem ladies are, surprisingly, now looking for volunteers to work in the gene labs too -- personnel shortage, of course.

missions
Even though a few of their own fall prey to the illness, the exotics' medical assistance does wind up being quite helpful, particularly with development of the vaccine. Meanwhile, eavesdroppers are doing their usual business and digging deep in places they shouldn't -- particularly where Amai and Diya are concerned.

The exotics that accompany the Cetagandans to Vorkosigan Vashnoi manage to stay undetected by Barrayaran soldiers, although they run into exotics on the other side. They are able to get some very detailed information about Micah's location, which Byerly passes back to the Barrayarans via Miles.

Here are the unabridged mission results.

Note: Negri and Zahal are available for threads by request only. Please hit up Madi or Ammay respectively for you want threads with either of those NPCs. You can also request a thread with Village Speaker Yakiv Gura if you want, in which case hit up Madi.
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I

[personal profile] spartan051 2017-03-05 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
He’d seen York working around the triage ward though thus far, had not had the chance to talk with him. Kurt had been pre-occupied with his own duties and in trying to help the sick. This was not the kind of environment that really encouraged idly chit-chat and gossiping and honestly, the hours just seemed to run together after a while.

It seemed every time he turned around, there was someone else who needed to be tended be it in changing out IVs, bedding, vomit trays or even offering some much needed comfort or reassurance. Most of his Spartan brethren wouldn’t have known the first thing to do when faced with a dying young soldier desperately calling out for their family with their last ragged breathes. Those were hard for him because he’d always felt more than he should feel. Empathy was too much a part of his personal makeup to so easily stand by and watch people suffering without taking steps to help.

He’d talked to and held the hand of a boy who wasn’t much older than his Spartans tonight until he’d passed on finally. Kurt honestly didn’t know if he’d even been aware of him at the end but he liked to think the boy had known he wasn’t facing death alone. But there had been no time to regret a life cut so short because he’d moved onto the next patient until finally it was the end of his shift.

“You look as tired as I do.” He said, eyes crinkling up above the mask he still wore as he and York both headed for the decontamination area. Kurt had not missed the way the man was limping but didn’t comment on it. A Spartan kept powering through even the worst of injuries so for him perhaps that was a completely normal thing to do.

Once they were beyond the barriers that theoretically kept out air particulates, he started to peel the gloves off and pulled them inside out so as to lessen any germ contamination before discarding them. Next came the mask which he gratefully threw away as well. Ironic that he'd spent a significant portion of younger years in full armor but trying to breathe through a surgical mask could bother him as much as it did. Maybe because he knew just how truly ineffective it probably was against an airborne virus such as this.
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Re: I

[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-05 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
York was exhausted but he still took the extra time for Kaidan at the end of his shift, so he wound up leaving at the same time as Kurt. He was one of the new exotics, but still helping out. That earned him quite a few points in York's book. He'd like to think he would have done the same, but he'd been a mess when he showed up so there's really no telling. He's kind of a mess now, tired and hungry and worried his friend isn't going to make it, like so many of the Cetagandans they lose every day. This isn't the kind of thing he's accustomed to, and it's fucking hard to see. He's almost certain he'll fall sick, too, what with Tarn spitting in his face. Piece of shit.

"That's because I probably am," he tells Kurt, stripping off his own 'protective' gear. What little it will do. He just wants to strip off, take a hot shower, and crawl back to his bunk... but as Kurt tosses his gloves York catches sight of the scarring on the back of his hands. And the scans he'd been handed that morning in the lab come to mind. He'd hardly looked at them, except for one -- someone with an implant just like his. "Wait. You... you're Kurt?"
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[personal profile] spartan051 2017-03-05 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
At the end of the day, his training didn't fail him. Kurt might be more empathetic to outsiders than the rest of his brothers and sisters but at the end of the day, he made the tough decisions and had seen enough death that it barely even phased him anymore. He'd seen more than one of his fellow Spartan-II's die during the Augmentation procedures and seen even more soldiers fall to let senseless death bring him down.

Because there was always going to be someone else who needed you and if you allowed yourself to be mired down with regrets and crippling fear then you could not do your duty. No one here had met a Spartan-II that he could tell and Kurt had spent so much time out of armor that he'd grown used to baring himself so to speak. Enough so that he hadn't even thought about trying to hide his scars when he pulled the gloves off. Not that it an easy feat considering they lined each finger and major muscle group where they had literally cut them open in order to graft the ossification compound to their bones. But York's unexpected question had tiny little alarm bells going off in his head and the Spartan's expression went curiously blank.

He knew his name? Sure, it was completely possible York could have heard him talking to one of the medical staff but it still tripped some latent watchful paranoia all the same. "I am. And you are?"
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-05 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
There was something different about this sickness that made it harder to stomach than the sort of death he was used to -- his was lightning fast and you went down swinging. This was agonizingly slow, and listening to the Cetagandan soldiers choke to death in terror was getting to him. He tried to shake it off, but it stuck with him, the sound echoing in his head long after he left the medbay. But right now he had something else to focus on.

"I'm York," he answers, offering Kurt a hand to shake. He knows that sudden shut down, the wariness there when you're part of a secret program and someone suddenly knows who you are. So he tries to explain. "Sorry, I work in the neurology lab, they gave me your chart earlier so that's how I know your name. I remembered it because I made a note to find you... we've got something in common."
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[personal profile] spartan051 2017-03-05 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
Kurt had a pretty good poker face for a Spartan but perhaps it was too good because the complete shuttering of all expression was just as much of a tell as if he were broadcasting every thought and feeling on his face.

The tall Spartan did reach out to shake York's hand and the ginger way he squeezed the man's fingers betrayed him. This was a man who didn't want to accidentally crush someone's hand with a grip that wasn't as strong as it once had been but still felt the need to be careful all the same. Unsurprisingly, there were lines of calluses built up on the man's hands like one often saw with professional soldiers. Still, York did put him at ease with that totally acceptable explanation though the last part earned him a puzzled look. "We do? In what way, if you don't mind my asking?"

This was perhaps a bit too in the open so he headed for the decontamination area where there were showers set up to help them wash the germs and contamination from their bodies before they joined the regular populace. With luck, it would be empty so they could continue this discussion in privacy.
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-05 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
York follows Kurt into the shower area, where he turns around and lifts up his overgrown hair by way of explanation. His neural implant is visible as a metal plate at the base of his skull, and when he turns back he looks at Kurt with something that's almost like hope. People from his world are still arriving -- there's still a chance. He glances around to make sure there's no one else changing, and speaks low so no one outside can hear. The showers aren't running so it would seem they're alone in this shift change.

"You're UNSC, right? Your implant is just like mine." He's not going to assume anything else, he'll let Kurt tell him.
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[personal profile] spartan051 2017-03-05 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
Kurt seized upon that neural implant almost immediately and almost stopped breathing for a moment because that implant was the first sign of home he'd had since arriving here. This time, when he looked at York, those hazel eyes were a lot more warm and filled with excitement.

"I am. Lieutenant Commander Kurt Ambrose." The rank and assumed name tripped off his tongue much more readily these days. But then, he'd had twenty years to live as Kurt Ambrose and not Kurt-051.
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-05 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
"It's very good to meet you, Sir." He means that. He even finds himself standing a bit straighter despite his exhaustion. But there are other things they need to address. "I've got a lot of questions for you, Commander. This might seem like a weird one, but what year is it when you're from?"
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[personal profile] spartan051 2017-03-05 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
He didn't miss the subtle way the other man went a little straighter, it was pretty common behavior in enlisted personnel once they learned his rank and he'd come to accept it as a side effect of being yanked into Ackerson's crazy sphere. He would still probably be a Petty Officer, assuming he'd even lived that long. Spartans had been dropping like flies the past few years.

"November, 2552." He said without hesitation. "What year is it for you? Do you suspect a time difference as well as the current shift in our location?"
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-05 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
"It's 2557 for me. You're actually pretty close to me, but the war's not over?" He hesitates -- if given the choice, do you tell someone their future? Wash told him his.
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[personal profile] spartan051 2017-03-05 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
That earned him a troubled look before the man approached one of the showers and turned it on so that the spray of water would help further drown out their conversation.

"The war is over? When?" Ironically, if he'd only made it a few more weeks, Kurt might have seen the end of the war that had dictated the course of his life. To keep up appearances, he started to disrobe and threw his soiled clothes into a hamper to be disposed of. Underneath the scrubs was a body scarred and marred by a multitude of faded surgical scars that marked him for what he truly was. Not that Kurt had any reason to think York might recognize them of course because while bits and pieces of the Spartan-II program had begun to come to light, most of Catherine Halsey's crimes had been carefully hidden from view including her record of illegal experimentation on children.

"If I hadn't found myself drawn in through some unknown wormhole or slipspace bubble then I would be inclined to call you a liar, but my mind is a lot more open to the impossible these days."
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-05 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
Still, York hesitates. He doesn't recognize the scars from having ever met a Spartan before, but from rumors. His eyes widen slightly at the sight of Kurt's marks and he makes to remove his own scrubs to distract from his expression -- he's got battle scars but nothing like Kurt. The shit this man must have gone through... it makes York's decision for him. "December 11th, 2552. You're almost there."
Edited 2017-03-05 07:13 (UTC)
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[personal profile] spartan051 2017-03-06 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
In many ways, the Spartan-II augmentations had brutalized them and that was part of the reason for such a high failure rate. Out of the seventy-five original candidates in his program, thirty had died and twelve others had either washed out or been crippled for life. And it wasn't surprising when you saw the permanent scars the II's bore such as this man.

Kurt had his back to York and it turned out to be for the best because that date hit him like a gut punch. So close, so very close. Maybe Gamma wouldn't have to be fully deployed on some suicide mission. Tom and Lucy might one day see a life where Spartans weren't required. He closed his eyes and allowed himself the luxury of picturing just that kind of world for about two seconds before reality reasserted itself.

"All the more reason to find a way home then, York." He finished stepping out of his clothes and moved to step under the spray. Of course, the shower head only reached him about shoulder level but honestly, by now he'd come to expect that. He'd gone through the same problems whenever stationed on a UNSC ship.
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-21 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
It was amazing that someone who'd gone through what Kurt had was standing before him, really. York wonders what the Cetagandans were doing with his scans, though. What ideas they may have gotten from his medical exam. He doubts they'd want to replicate the process considering the visible toll it takes on a soldier's body, but... there's always that chance. Maybe some of Wash's paranoia has rubbed off on him since he saw the creature Diya created. It wasn't paranoia if it was true.

"We're working on it," he says with the tone of someone who doesn't trust that the job will get done. "But they're working on a lot of other things."
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[personal profile] spartan051 2017-03-23 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
There was a reason the Spartan-III's augmentation procedures were so radically different from the II's. Kurt hadn't experienced nearly as many wash-outs from his Spartan-III program. They had revamped the procedures and now, Spartan-III candidates didn't die on the operating table. Yet...they still died because ONI and Ackerman deemed the sacrifice of three hundred Spartans acceptable. Kurt...didn't know if he agreed with that but at the end of the day, he had his orders and he had to follow them. Maybe not to the letter but what could he do?

"What do you mean by that, York?" That earned the Freelancer a puzzled look as he scrubbed soap over his torso and began to scrub at his skin with brisk efficiency.