[ january ii log ]

[barrayarmods]

Who: Everyone
What: The end of quarantine, a breath of fresh air, and the first taste of action
When: January 18th - 31st
Where: Barrayaran camp / Cetagandan base
Warnings: TBD


Quick links:
Barrayar: Piotr Vorkosigan / Barrayaran camp / Missions
Cetaganda: Zahal ghem-Zefyst / Cetagandan base / Missions
Special thanks to Ana for last-minute PB hunting!

It's been a little over two weeks since you first arrived on Barrayar. As the month wears on, the weather shifts a little colder, and snowstorms come, dumping over a foot of snow on the ground over the next couple of weeks.

barrayar
So far, the outsiders tent has only been visited by the Countess and the Princess. But on the morning of the 18th, the General Count himself makes an appearance. Piotr Vorkosigan is a lean, hard-faced man, battle-worn and fierce, but despite his reputation as a master strategist and the bane of the Cetagandan existence in the southern half of the continent, he looks to be no older than his early thirties, and he's held the rank of General for nearly a decade. When he comes to speak, the guards make way immediately, and he doesn't waste time mincing words.

"My name is Piotr Vorkosigan. I am the commanding officer of this camp." Hands clasped behind his back in a parade rest, he surveys the outsiders at a glance. "I hope it's been clear to you all that you aren't under arrest here. We had to detain you until we could find out what you were, because you clearly were not our enemy. I'm sure you've heard by now that we're at war, and not on the winning side. This planet -- Barrayar -- was cut off from the rest of galactic society for seven hundred years, until just thirty years ago. Until then we had no plasma weapons, no spaceships, no electricity. We had just barely begun to absorb the changes that had eclipsed us when we were attacked without word or warning by the Cetagandan Empire. Eight planets already conquered, and they sought to strike us while we were vulnerable. They claim to be saving us from ourselves, to bring us the light of civilization, as though we are dogs being taught a new trick."

His lip curls. "Komarr -- the planet that controls the only wormhole entrance to this system -- allowed itself to be bribed by the Cetagandans so that they could get their warships through the other side. They demanded unconditional surrender -- no treaty, no convention -- but we answer to one Emperor only, and our refusal to surrender under any conditions was met with warfare and occupation. Some Counts, traitorous collaborators with no honor, have surrendered, but our Emperor refuses. And Vorkosigan's District is loyal to the Emperor. Our only chance at outside help is through his son, Prince Xav, using his position as ambassador to Beta Colony to try and drum up support and get supplies through the blockade. With ghem patrols on every street of our cities, we've gone to ground to fight on our terms, wherever we can, lest we fail to remind the Cetagandans that this is our planet. They don't know these mountains, this land the way we do -- staying hidden is the only way we survive."

He gestures at the camp with one hand, the worn tents, the campfires, the weapons long-antequated by galactic standards. "If we used any galactic technology, the Cetagandans would be able to trace our location as easily as if we'd sent up a flare, so we are relegated to our own traditional weaponry, to fighting from the shadows. And our location has been compromised before." His face is mostly hard and impassive, but his eyes flash briefly. "A scant month before you arrived. How, we still don't know. But we were forced to split our forces and flee. We're operating at half our usual manpower and supplies, and we can afford to take few risks, so you must understand why we had to be so cautious with you. We still don't have a clue how you wound up here, or why; that's beyond even the imagination of galactic scientists, I think. But I do understand that you had no chance in the matter, none of you, nor have any of you given any reason to suspect you might be a threat to our effort. So, effective today, I am lifting the guard around your tent. You are free to walk the camp as you please -- save for the areas restricted for military use. But as you know, we are short on resources -- manpower included. We have no room for freeloaders or empty hands. If you wish to stay, you'll work like the rest of us. We could always use extra hands around camp." He surveys the outsiders once again with an even sharper eye. "We might be able to use a few extra hands elsewhere, too, if you can prove yourself trustworthy.

"I won't hold anyone in this camp against his will. Anyone who wishes to leave my do so -- but know that there is no protection in a war zone. All of our cities are occupied by the enemy, and their soldiers won't hesitate to shoot any man wandering down from the mountains. If you do want to leave, you'll be escorted by one of our scouts down to the foothills, to as safe a space as possible -- and to make sure you won't be able to trace back your route. We cannot afford to let our location fall into the hands of those face-painted bastards, however remote the chance."

He'll leave it at that, and when he takes leave, so do the guards who have been posted around the outsiders' tent. The detainment is over.

camp
Now that you're free to roam about the camp as you please, except for the restricted military areas, the atmosphere has changed a little. Some of the soldiers still regard the outsiders with wariness or diffidence, particularly those who might not look not quite normal. Barrayarans don't take especially well to the unnatural. But they are ultimately social and outgoing by nature, and they’ll especially gravitate toward other soldierly types, although they're sort of dubious about the women who claim to be warriors or soldiers in their own right. Still, their disposition is tentatively friendly if on the gruff side. Now that you're no longer under quarantine, they might strike up a conversation or invite you to play card or dice games with them, even if just out of curiosity if nothing else. But Barrayarans are stubborn as well: arguments might escalate quickly, and you might find yourself in a confrontation.

Now that you're no longer confined, you eat at the mess at designated mealtimes like everybody else, and you'll find that the soldiers don't eat much better than you were these last couple of weeks. You also get access to the bath tent for the first time since you arrived, if you'd like to take your chances, but bathing in the winter is always risky business. Near the bath tent are the stables, which always have a soldier or two on duty as stablehand. If you need medical attention of any kind, sickbay is the place to go, although don't expect much in the way of bedside manner from the medical officers.

Lower-ranking officers and the little old Dendarii ladies who help with the camp direct you to your jobs, a variety of mostly menial but necessary tasks. The work isn't extraordinarily demanding, and it's hardly slave labor – you're doing no more work than the average soldier here. If you're decent with knives or know anything halfway about cooking they might requisition you for the mess, if you know anything about horses, you'll probably be assigned to the stables, if you're just plain strong they'll set you to chopping firewood, and no one needs any special skills to help with the washing. But no one is assigned to just one job – when something needs doing, they'll find one of you to do it.

Life among the guerrillas is tough – none of them have it easy, and neither do you – but it isn't all bleak and miserable. When it starts to get dark and the winter chill sets in for the night, the off-duty soldiers gather close around the campfires to socialize and swap stories, maybe even share a little wine or maple mead if they've got any. Once in a while a particularly courageous (or drunk) soldier will even start a round of one of Barrayar's many traditional drinking songs, a few of which have had their lyrics adjusted with more contemporary references. However war-worn, wary, and rough they may be, the Barrayarans have an unmistakable sense of family and unity among them.

missions
After Piotr's speech on the 18th, the outsiders will be offered an opportunity: they're short on manpower, but they can't afford to waste time. Their intelligence on Cetagandan security is out of date, and the operations are risky, but if you're willing to stick your neck out for the Barrrayaran cause, it'll start to establish a bond of trust.

Piotr orders Captain Aaron Vorbataille and Captain Alexei Vorinnis to organize two recon missions to scope out the base's perimeter security, and two more to infiltrate the base and scope out the power supply. On January 22nd, the first perimeter scouting teams return more or less successfully, but with some unfortunate bonus information: there's a traitor in Piotr's camp. On January 23rd, the second perimeter scouting teams have even better success with gaining intelligence, as well as happening on a Cetagandan field science team. Adrien and Beth's squad does not engage, but another squad chances an attack on the Cetagandan team, and manages to capture one of their scientists.

With the discomfiting knowledge that there is a traitor among them, Captains Vorbataille and Vorinnis choose their infiltration teams for the power supply recon carefully. Lieutenants Dmitri Vorhalas and Boris Vortala are ultimately selected to lead the teams, though there is some heated disagreement between the captains on whether they should be bringing in more personnel at all. The power supply recon mission on January 28th has mixed results: intel gathering was mostly a success, but otherwise it was a failure. Not only were the Cetagandans alerted to their presence, but Lieutenant Erik Grey was KIA, and Lakshmi Bai and Lieutenant Vortala were both taken prisoner. No one in either squad seems to be able to provide an answer as to how or why the alarms were tripped so early. The only upside is that Lieutenant Vorhalas has taken a prisoner: Duv Galeni.

Needless to say, the implications of a traitor being in camp are troubling, but with two prisoners from the Cetagandan side, hopefully they'll be getting some answers.

The unabridged event writeup is here.


cetaganda
Zahal ghem-Zefyst approaches the gathered exotics with a welcoming smile, and a near bounce in his step – face fully painted in a more intricate manner than any of the other soldiers present. Unlike the rest of the Cetagandan soldiers, he's dressed in multiple layers of robes, all in colors matching his face paint to the exact shade. To the casual observer he looks unarmed and relaxed, but those who know what to look for will find that some of the folds of fabric are designed to keep things hidden, especially at the hip. Once he's certain he has the attention of every exotic, he gestures, open armed, as his smile grows.

"Good day. I am General Zahal ghem-Zefyst, commanding officer of this base and all operations, and I would like to first offer my sincere apologies for what has occurred – ending up here from wherever," and here his eyes light upon the most non-human of the group gathered before him, "you originated from must have been a shock. You've been told little of what is going on, but I see no reason why that should continue. You are currently on a planet known as Barrayar – but we," he gestures to himself, his wife, and the assembled soldiers with him, "are from the Cetagandan Empire. Nine planets wide, the Cetagandan Empire has existed for centuries, and flourished for all of them. There is nowhere else in the galactic Nexus that can rival our standards of living, our level of technology, and our way of life.

"This planet," he continues, cheerful voice taking on an edge of scorn and sadness, "has been left in the dark for seven hundred years. You can imagine what befell them without modern technology – society could not handle the strain, and these past eight centuries have been filled with bloodshed and fighting. Only recently has the government become truly centralized, and even then it is a tenuous peace, enforced by more bloodshed. Cetaganda's hope – our hope – is to bring them back into the Nexus as a whole. We wish them no harm, and some of their district Counts have willingly joined us, having seen the value of our cause.

"But the Barrayaran Emperor – Dorca Vorbarra – has resisted us, and there are still some districts where the population refuses to acknowledge the value of galactic technology. Of what it can do for them, of what we can do for them. This fracture between Emperor and Counts, of subjects and their ruling class, is only proof as to how fragile this society is, and how desperately it needs to be guided. We wish to be that guiding hand, and want nothing more but to live side by side with the Barrayarans."

The statement is made with a soft gesture of togetherness, before Zahal continues, smiling again. "Again, I apologize for your quarantine. We know you are here not by choice, and are taking steps towards understanding how you arrived and perhaps, how to send you home again. Until that time, however, you are free to go wherever you wish on base, respecting those areas set aside for military use. Some of you have expressed interest on learning about our culture – if you desire more in-depth information, that will be provided on request. You need not do anything beyond respect the boundaries and continue to be as civil and courteous as you have been. There are all only ten of you, and we have plenty resources to spare.

"Lastly – none of you are required to stay here with us. If you would rather brave the elements and undiscerning Barrayarans, we will escort you out, so long as you leave any technology you acquired here behind. Thank you, all of you." He bows, then, and turns to leave – gesturing the guard to follow him out of the room.

base
Now that you're free to roam about the base. as you please, aside from the restricted areas, the atmosphere has changed a little. It's still heavily military -- they are at war, after all -- but the genteel, almost delicate air hinted at during the exotics' quarantine seems to permeate the entire base, a certain fundamental Cetagandan sensibility. On a military level, everything here is built with function in mind -- but to the Cetagandan eye, form can rule supreme even in utilitarian contexts. Even such ordinarily mundane areas as the mess or the washrooms are dotted with art and designed to please the eye, even if subtly. You couldn't mistake it for anything but a military installation, but it's probably the most beautiful military installation you've ever seen.

The ghem troops are nothing short of civil, same as everyone has been. Some of them are even quite interested in the exotics -- whether seeking camaraderie or merely partaking in a novelty, it may be difficult to gauge, but there's no getting around the fact that anyone who doesn't look quite human, or anyone with an especially aesthetically pleasing form, is getting a little extra attention. However, they are all quite polite, in a way that is clearly cultural rather than circumstantial. The ghem ladies are a bit more elusive and much fewer in number, but they're even more outgoing than the soldiers, and any of the ghem on base might be pleased to share with you any Cetagandan cultural pastimes or teach you about Cetagandan art, although there may be a few polite laughs at the expense of anyone particularly "uncultured". 

Now that you're no longer confined, you eat at the mess at designated mealtimes like everybody else, and you'll find that the artfully prepared fresh cuisine served along equally (somehow) artfully prepared meal rations you've been getting are the standard here. There are no longer any guards posted around the exotics' room, which has been officially dubbed as your living quarters, and you share a communal bathroom with the rest of the hall. There's a common room on each floor where soldiers often go to spend their off-duty hours, with the appropriately recreational accoutrements: the materials for a few kinds of games popular on Cetaganda, a couple of sizeable vid plates for watching holofilms, as well as the supplies for a variety of Cetagandan art forms. There's also an exercise room in each barracks building with about what you'd expect, but probably prettier and more future.

You aren't asked to do any work, just politely told to keep away from restricted areas. A couple of ghem officers appointed by Zahal take you in individually for interviews of a sort, a couple of times a week. They're perfectly civil, and the interviews themselves are tame -- the Cetagandans are merely trying to collect some more information to better understand this phenomenon. So while there might be some questions in the personal sphere, they're primarily interested in where you come from. They won't try to force you to answer in any way -- if you sit there in stubborn silence for the hour, they will endure it politely, if in exasperation.

missions
We're using that word loosely, because none of this is official or even remotely organized.

Now that the exotics' room is no longer guarded, curiosity gives rise to temptation. On the night of January 22nd, Ratchet and Kaidan sneak out to the science/medical complex and overhear Zahal and one of his science officers talking about signs of wormhole activity as they try to puzzle out what happened. On the following night, January 23rd, Lapis and Darkstalker make their way near the war rooms and listen in on Zahal and one of his intelligence officers discussing the Barrayaran information leak and confirming that there are 'exotics' among the Barrayarans too. They have also learned that the Barrayarans are planning a raid sometime in the next week.

Things get a little chaotic on January 28th, when security alarms are suddenly tripped and a few curfew-cutting exotics run into outsiders from the other side. The evening is sort of a mixed bag for everyone involved -- Duv is captured by one of the Barrayarans and this time, no one gets back to the barracks without getting caught. On the other hand, Wash and York manage to capture Lieutenant Vortala, for which the soldiers thank them in appreciation as they take him into their custody.

The unabridged event writeup is here.

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MISSIONS: BARRAYAR

[barrayarmods]

MISSIONS: CETAGANDA

[barrayarmods]

PERIMETER SCOUTING TEAM ALPHA - 1/22

[for_honor]

It's the dark of night, snow coming down in powder shakes, but the wind is picking up speed, bringing with it a sharper chill. The moon is a sliver overhead, offering little in the way of light. Lieutenant Sasha Vorloupulous, a cautious but generally affable type, leads his squad, three other men in addition to Byerly and Arthur, down to the foothills where they can start their approach to start scoping the gate security.

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PERIMETER SCOUTING TEAM BRAVO - 1/23

[for_honor]

It's the dark of night, snow coming down in powder shakes, but the wind is picking up speed, bringing with it a sharper chill. The moon is a sliver overhead, offering little in the way of light. Lieutenant Erik Grey, a serious, quiet, sober-faced man, leads his squad, three other men in addition to Beth and Adrien, down to the foothills where they can start their approach to start scoping the gate security.

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POWER SUPPLY SCOUTING TEAM ALPHA - 1/28

[for_honor]

The night is dark under the new moon, snow coming down in drafts. Lieutenant Dmitri Vorhalas, alert and discerning, leads the squad of two other men in addition to Sasha Vorloupulous, Miles, and Carolina. The Barrayarans seem somewhat disdainful toward Miles and skeptical about Carolina. As planned, you take out the guards and take over the south gate, leaving Sasha and one of the other soldiers to maintain your exit, with a window of two hours. The rest of you head into the base, heading for the main generator.

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POWER SUPPLY SCOUTING TEAM BRAVO - 1/28

[for_honor]

The night is dark under the new moon, snow coming down in drafts. Lieutenant Boris Vortala, dour and a little edgy, leads the squad of two other men in addition to Erik Grey, Maine, and Lakshmi. The Barrayarans seem a little skeptical about Lakshmi. As planned, you take out the guards and take over the west gate, leaving Erik and one of the other soldiers to maintain your exit, with a window of two hours. The rest of you head into the base, heading for the backup generator.

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EAVESDROPPING TEAM ETA - 1/22

[barrayarmods]

There's a night patrol around the base, but if you're careful and observant, you should be able to get past them to the science/medical complex without incident. It's a windy night, though, and the snow is really starting to come down, so take care not to slip -- or get lost.

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EAVESDROPPING TEAM SIGMA - 1/23

[barrayarmods]

There's a night patrol around the base, but if you're careful and observant, you should be able to get past them to the war rooms without incident. It's a windy night, though, and the snow is really starting to come down, so take care not to slip -- or get lost.

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INTERCEPT TEAM ETA - 1/28

[barrayarmods]

It's snowing even more heavily tonight, but you're not the first ones to go sneaking out, so hopefully you can avoid the night patrol. When you wander into the vicinity of the main generator, suddenly security alarms go off -- only it's not you. Someone else is here.

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INTERCEPT TEAM SIGMA - 1/28

[barrayarmods]

It's snowing even more heavily tonight, but you're not the first ones to go sneaking out, so hopefully you can avoid the night patrol. When wander into the vicinity of the backup generator, suddenly security alarms go off -- only it's not you. Someone else is here.

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MISSIONS: CONVERGENCE

[barrayarmods]

ALPHA vs ETA

[barrayarmods]

In all the chaos, blinded by the heavy snowfall, outsider and exotic alike run into each other. Team Alpha's trying to make their escape before the base is flooded with Cetagandan troops, but they don't get far from the main generator before they run smack into Team Eta. Snow swirling all around them, the wind cold in their ears, now they know for sure: there are more of you on the other side.

BRAVO vs SIGMA

[barrayarmods]

In all the chaos, blinded by the heavy snowfall, outsider and exotic alike run into each other. Team Bravo's trying to make their escape before the base is flooded with Cetagandan troops, but they don't get far from the backup generator before they run smack into Team Sigma. Snow swirling all around them, the wind cold in their ears, now they know for sure: there are more of you on the other side.

[dendarii]

[ Disdain is really the best that Miles can expect, can't he. He'd thought to sit out this first round, but it turns out that mucking stables without ever being given a chance to ride a horse is utterly maddening. And even he can't stay down in a dark mental pit for very long. He itches for activity. To do something, anything useful.

So here he is. Having done his best to help with the guards - distracting, mostly - before trudging his way down towards the Cetagandan base. This ... is not a good idea. If he's caught, the ramifications will be incredibly bad ...

Better not get caught then, he thinks, as he moves across the snow as quietly as he can. He glances up at Carolina when they have a free moment. ]

Done this sort of thing before?

[BARRAYAR] Piotr Vorkosigan (NPC)

[oldvor]

The General Count is a busy man, spending much of his time in conference with his general staff in the war tent; other times, running drills and inspecting patrols, and he's often seen in the company of his wife, the Countess Olivia. He makes his presence just about everywhere in camp, even for the long hours often spent in the war tent, although in his spare times to himself, he's often down at the stables.

He's no less busy now than he's ever been, but he's generally willing to talk to the outsiders if they've got an actual conversation to have. He's a master strategist, and there are already enough unknowns -- no need to keep any blind spots in his own camp. His curiosity is reasonable. He's chosen to observe them from a distance. Now he has the opportunity for another perspective. He's also around for briefings and debriefings for the missions -- if you're interested in participating, or need to talk about the aftermath, you'll be permitted to see the General Count in his war tent.

[BARRAYAR] Sonia Vorbarra (NPC)

[vorbratta]

The Princess Vorbarra, though she's known to most of the outsiders as just "Sonia", is out and about, usually keeping toward the center of camp, but she's been known to venture further, if only to give her bodyguard a good run for his money. She's happy to see the outsiders finally out of confinement, and is just as eager to socialize as she had been before -- even more so now that she doesn't have to wriggle her way past the guards to do it. She'll gladly help anyone out and answer what questions she can. Now that the outsiders are here to stay -- on a very vague, indefinite basis -- the socially starved princess is hoping to make some new friends.

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[CETAGANDA] Lady Diya d'Zefyst (NPC)

[eugengineer]

Now that the initial rush has died down, the exotics aren't seeing as much of Lady Diya. She does not, it seems, socialize the way the ghem women do; she isn't a total recluse, but when she is there, she seems to exist outside the group entirely, engaging mostly in solitary pursuits of art and games when she isn't at work.

She will be present, however, at follow-up appointments for any exotics whose tests or bloodwork revealed anything unusual to the Cetagandans. This is, of course, for their edification as well as your benefit.

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[dendarii]

He'd been promised an audience with Piotr by his grandmother. What a wild and ridiculous thought that is. If only this were some kind of fever dream... He'd be able to wake up from that. Instead, each morning here he wakes up in the same damn situation, except increasingly frustrated with the lack of anything useful to do...

(He can see why Byerly had wanted to confess instead. The temptation is maddening. But Miles knows better than anyone else the dire consequences that might have if he doesn't go about it in the right way.)

So here's his way of starting off: he's going to go to his grandfather's war tent and demand a mission. Stables mucking. Both. What the hell. And if he can do it while taking a look around Cetaganda's medical facilities, all the better.

He's stiff as a board when he enters, every bit of his ImpMil and Dendarii training converging on him at once. It surely sits poorly on his stunted frame.

"Count Vorkosigan?" He bows his chin slightly in deference. "Your wife said I might seek an audience with you." No hiding his Barrayaran accent. He's not even tried.

[vorrutyer]

Byerly doesn't exactly walk like a man born to this sort of work, but nor is he the drunken fool Arthur had encountered the first day. Instead, there's a sort of sharpness in his eyes, an ironic sort of smile hovering on his lips, a watchfulness - of their surroundings, of the other outsider, of their commander, of the other Barrayarans. Of the Barrayarans' weapons, and of the path that they're being led down away from camp...By doesn't really think they're being led off to be murdered by these men; after all, Piotr Vorkosigan is an honest man who'd be quite up-front if they were going to be executed. But you never do know who has ill intent.

"Good of you to help out our hosts," By comments sotto voce to Arthur. "You certainly don't have to. What made you decide to join the team, as it were?"

[startpoint]

[ Being stationary is anathema to everything Carolina is. She's been in motion for years and never stayed in one place for long if only to stay one step ahead of anyone from Project Freelancer who might have suspected she survived the crash. Even after landing on Chorus she was constantly on the move to steal information from the pirates. She's been getting impatient being stuck at the camp and frankly jumped at the chance to go out on a mission.

She's noticed the skeptical looks about her presence on the mission and the general lack of women in the ranks of soldiers in camp. If they're expecting her to fall behind or flag then they'll likely be disappointed as she makes her way through the snow, leaving as little a trail as possible. When Miles speaks to her she glances away from their goal up ahead and nods. ]

Plenty of times. I've done a lot of infiltration missions. Though I was usually wearing armor while doing it.

[dendarii]

So was I.

[ Said like a joke, but not actually a lie, really. Miles' usually doesn't suit up in combat armor unless he's, well, in combat. But he's done plenty of infiltration missions too. He can only hope this one doesn't require him to crawl through any vents.

At least he is not in the lightest bit skeptical of Carolina's prowess. If anything he's more at ease to have her by his side than the Barrayaran soldier. ]

What are our key risks on this one, do you think?

[ There's a slight commanding tone to that he can't quite turn off. He's still used to being Admiral Naismith, leader of the Dendarii Free Mercenary Fleet. ]

[pigsfeet]

It's been a long damn time since Daryl's had to deal with alarms. Even back when the world was still alive, the alarms he wandered around weren't exactly sophisticated. Daryl assumes it's him, assumes he let the entire base know he was sneaking around in the snow after dark to get a better idea of the base's defenses, when the entire place explodes with noise.

He says nothing, just crouches down with his arms out and ready to fight. Nothing happens. No one comes. There's a guy standing out in the snow doing God knows what, Daryl doesn't care (he's some kind of 'Exotic', that's all Daryl knows), so the answer is... what?

This is a military base, god dammit. He wishes he had a knife, a gun, anything. His bow seems like too much to hope for when they're clearly being attacked. Daryl seriously doubts these Barrayarans will give a shit whether they're loyal to the cause or not. Daryl wouldn't.

Arms up. Get ready to fight. He'll have to knuckle this one out. He gets near the other guy, the Exotic standing in the snow with him. Safety in numbers, or some shit. "Get ready."

[pigsfeet]

This is an alien world unlike any place Daryl has ever been in before. He's never been to war, he's never been to space, Hell, he's never been outside of Georgia before this all started. Before today, he's been more lost than he'd like to admit, confused and unsure of how to go forward.

Everything falls into place when they get attacked. Daryl has known how to fight since before he can remember.

Some assholes are sneaking up on them, and honest, he hasn't got any quarrel with whatever these Barrayars are fighting for. He understands where they're coming from. He's defended his home from a superior force before. He understands how horrible it feels, to wonder if it will still be your home in a couple days. But he also knows the rules of war, and he wouldn't give a shit about the feeble feelings of some random soldier outside the front gates. He doesn't expect them to make a kindly exception for him, and he'll return the favor.

Which is to say: Daryl throws a punch in the snowy darkness.

[startpoint]

The biggest risk is detection before we reach our goal. We don't have comms or anyone placed to watch for approaching patrols.

[ Not for the first time she misses North's presence in a fight. He was the best at keeping an eye on the big picture. These days the ache of missing her old team is a dulled like an old wound, though Maine's presence has made it harder to ignore.

Carolina still isn't quite sure what to think of Miles, he's an odd man and not just in appearance. His tone makes her think a little of Kimball in a way, he's used to people listening to him. ]

What do you think?

[dendarii]

[ At least he's not likely to be a liability like their Barrayaran escorts seem to think. He just has to walk faster to keep up.

He taps lightly at his chin thoughtfully. They're nearly within range now; he considers the outline of the base in front of them. ]

Detection before, yes. But the interrogation after if we are caught - that will be even worse. Most galactics use a drug called fast penta. Nearly irresistible.