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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-02-02 08:00 pm

[ february i log ]

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


Quick links:
Barrayar: Barrayaran camp / Missions
Cetaganda: Cetagandan 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.

barrayar
The cold snap hits the guerrilla camp hard, especially with a handful of new people to care for. On the 1st, a few people from Riverfall Village come to the camp, Village Speaker Yakiv Gura among them, who seems to have a rapport with Piotr. They bring extra supplies with them, such as clothing, heavy wool blankets and bedrolls, as well as extra firewood to help fend off the cold. The new outsiders are accommodated the best they can -- they're all provided bedrolls and any extra clothing they (probably) need -- but the Barrayarans don't have an extra tent to spare, so that means all twelve outsiders are force to share a tent that ordinarily sleeps ten. On the plus side, it should provide some warmth. The cold is

A young boy comes in tow of the villagers; Speaker Gura tells Piotr that the boy turned up a week ago and insisted on helping them with the supply haul, despite his small size. He's clearly Barrayaran, and looks as though he might have been living on hisown for a while. He doesn't speak mcuh, and when asked his name, will only give it as Negri -- first or last, no one's sure, but the boy doesn't seem easily fazed. Piotr tells the villagers he has no room in his camp for lost children, but somehow the day after the villagers leave, Negri turns up in camp again. He's curious, but quiet and unobtrusive, wherever he is in camp. He's a very good listener…even when you might not want him to be.



On the 3rd, the Barrayarans and outsiders awake to discover that the part of the cave where they've kept the majority of their food supply has collapsed, either blocking their access to the cache or destroying it entirely. It's impossible to tell. The villagers can't spare much more than they already have been -- certainly not enough to feed the hundred and fifty-odd soldiers in the camp -- so while they try to find out a way to recoup their food supply, they have no choice but to slaughter their own horses for food. Food will be heavily rationed, but fairly -- the outsiders receive no less than the rest. The prisoners, on the other hand, get nothing. There probably isn't enough wild game in the area to sustain the camp, but Piotr sends out hunting parties, and when they get wind of a Cetagandan supply drop on its way, they organize a raid on the supply lines.

camp
With temperatures well below freezing, no food, and excruciatingly little in the way of advantage against the Cetagandans after their last infiltration attempt, morale is beginning to drop. Piotr and Olivia remain bastions of perseverance as always, but Sonia is beginning to buckle and wilt as the days go on. The soldiers do their best to entertain themselves and keep morale up, but all they've got are maple mead, and old card and dice games. They could use some new forms of entertainment. Maybe a snowball fight might get the blood moving -- assuming you can stand the wind chill. Thankfully, there's no shortage of warm clothes and wool scarves.

The cave isn't big enough to simply move all of camp inside, but the sickbay and mess tents are moved where it's a little warmer and out of the harsh wind. It's generally crowded with off-duty soldiers despite the food shortage, because no one wants to be out in the cold right now. Things get a little better after the mostly successful raids, but food is still heavily rationed.



missions
The hunting parties are only moderately successful; there isn't much wild game out there right now, and while the soldiers fare alright, the outsiders' hunting party fails miserably. The raiding parties yield a little more in the way of relief, enough now that they don't have to keep eating horse meat, but Pearl was captured by enemy forces in the chaos.

Maine helps Piotr with a very successful final interrogation of ghem-Miko, the Cetagandan scientist taken prisoner last month. He reveals that the Cetagandans have been studying the locations where exotics appeared, as it seems to be linked to wormhole technology, and that the Cetagandans are planning on building a device to control it. They have the technology, they're almost sure, but it's a puzzle they haven't solved yet. Ghem-Miko doesn't live long past his interrogation -- public execution by decapitation is his sentence, and when it's done, a few soldiers carry off his body and severed head.

Piotr's interrogation of Duv Galeni goes about as well but, blessedly, less fatally. It becomes known that Duv is from Komarr, the planet that sold Barrayar out to the Cetagandans, and that Duv Galeni is really David Galen, a relative of a few Counselors in the head of Komarran government. However, he's able to successfully convince Piotr that he isn't allied with the Cetagandans, and after a few days of agony, Duv is granted parole at Piotr's discretion.

On the evening of the 15th, Maine, Beth and Byerly inadvertently catch Vorhalas in the act of trying to sabotage what little of their food supply they've been able to recoup. He tries both fight and flight, but the three outsiders are able to take him down and drag him to Piotr's doorstep. It quickly becomes apparent that Vorhalas was responsible for the cave-in earlier in the month. Piotr is both furious and victorious; he now has a lead on the traitor conspiracy among his men, and his esteem of Beth, Maine and Byerly has gone up considerably for their part. Vorhalas is up next in the interrogation chair, and this one won't be pretty.

The unabridged event writeup is here.

cetaganda
The recent supply drop not only provides resources for the base and for distribution to their other outposts, but also brings fresh species for transplant into the gardens at the Grow Labs. The arrival of a handful of new exotics gives rise to a fresh wave of buzzing curiosity around the base. All of the new exotics are given thorough physicals, just as the first wave were, and provided with fatigues and anything else they might need. They make an even dozen now, their bunk at capacity. The Cetagandans are beginning to become accustomed to having the exotics on base, some of them even forward enough with their curiosity to be friendly. Darkstalker now has a small following of ghem lady scientists who regularly feature him as a subject in their art.

New arrivals will be processed as the first were -- once everyone has been whisked out of the extreme cold, everyone is subject to a thorough physical, including a number of scans that may or may not seem totally arcane to you. Other than a blood sample, nothing they're doing is at all invasive. Lady Diya d'Zefyst, while not a physician, is present at all physicals. She is easily notable not only for her striking, almost ethereal beauty as is typical of the haut, but, as the only haut on base, she is easily distinguishable by her lack of facepaint.

While the exotics still have freedom of movement around the base, the recent extreme temperatures have their hosts diplomatically suggesting they travel as much as possible, they are provided cold weather wear, as the mess hall and medbay are in separate buildings from the barracks. Weather warning aside, they encourage the exotics to take advantage of the non-restricted recreational facilities -- exercise rooms, art rooms, the lush gardens in the Grow Labs -- and will satisfy any reasonable curiosities.

base
In an effort to make the exotics feel more at home, the Cetagandans decide to put on the sort of function they might for visiting diplomats, full of art of all sorts, to show that they're just as willing to share their culture with the exotics as they're asking the exotics to share with them. The function is hosted on the evening of the 7th in an annex to the Grow Labs apparently meant for this express purpose, as it shows off the most beautiful and elegant of the Grow Labs' specimens, and acts as a live arboretum in and of itself, and quite vibrantly beautiful.



If there's one thing the Cetagandans are good at (besides art, and language, and genetics) it's throwing a good party. Functions like this are always an opportunity for Cetagandans to try and socially one-up one another; everyone is in their most fashionable dress in the latest fashions they manage to keep off-planet, or at least a dress uniform, wearing fanciful scents and vibrant facepaint they might not otherwise on the job. For the artistically inclined ghem (read: a lot of them), this is the chance to show off their artistic endeavors as well -- large sculptures of unusual and improbable materials, walkable installations meant to engage every sense, and of course the living art engineered by the ghem ladies, ranging from relatively simple and tame pieces such as koi fish patterned with clan insignia or black roses and blue orchids, to complex combinations of non-human DNA to create some genetic sculpture. There is, of course, food and drink -- in the usual flagrant Cetagandan style, although the hors d'oeuvres and drinks are even more ecletic than the usual mess hall fare. It seems as though the Cetagandan passion for genetic art extends even into the culinary realm.

At the center of the party is a particular kind of art installation called a discernment garden. Housed in a beautiful, improbably architectural tent, the discernment garden consists of a series of rooms, each meant to test the refinement of the senses -- not unlike a varietal wine tasting. Each room is dedicated to a single sense, inviting participants to judge a collection of samples and suss out the differences, or match tastes and smells and textures to labels; the end of the garden presents its visitors with a final art piece incorporating all five senses, as a final test of one's refinement. Some of the ghem might (a bit wryly) confess that this is actually more of an education tool used for Cetagandan children, but this is meant as a gesture of good will toward the exotics.



missions
On the evenings of the 6th and the 8th, some of the exotics do a little sneaking around, and not for the first time. York lends Kaidan his access badge to the R&D Lab on the 6th and Kaidan, along with Sans and Symmetra, stumble onto a whole lot of wormhole data and schematics to construct a device capable of controlling the phenomena of the exotics' appearance. On the 8th, Deanna and Natasha sneak around to the tactical buildings and overhear some marital discord between Zahal and Diya, and a troubling glimpse at their diverging plans.

On the evening of the 13th, Jasper, York and Daryl are all in the medbay when a biocontainment breach sends it into automatic lockdown, trapping them inside. They overhear Diya arguing with one of her subordinates over unauthorized use of ba genetic material, whatever that is.

The unabridged event writeup is here.
vorbratta: (while i sweep up the mess)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-20 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
It's a reasonable request, even if Sonia suspects Zarya is asking her in part to make her feel better. But she has no reason to say no, and...Zarya is nice to be around, even if Sonia's feeling a little stubbornly miserable. She still makes Sonia smile.

"I can do that."
vorbratta: (and throw me back in the ditch again)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-20 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia opens her mouth, reaching for a reply, but that's, uh, a lot to unpack there. Carolina she knows -- an impressive woman, really very admirable, she was just...cool. But this isn't a flattering picture of her that Tucker's painting. And a homicidal maniac? Among the outsiders? Doesn't Count Piotr know? Who is it? The thought of it makes her tense up, her hands curling into tight fists. She watches him handle the knife, feeling a bit chilled. She pulls the blanket tighter around her shoulders.

"Who...is it?"
standsentinel: (awkwardsauce)

[personal profile] standsentinel 2017-02-20 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
Warp capable catches his attention, pulling Kaidan away from his squinting at the sculpture (Has it been scented with something too? Of course it has.) Something not out of place on any of the various science or engineering officers of her acquaintance is twinkling in his eyes as he wonders "Warp capable? You guys actually got Alcubierre's theories to work out? That's -- huh. They were working on that, and other ideas, up until a few years before I was born. Nobody'd cracked the fuel requirements, and then when the mass effect was discovered, well... by my time, eezo core drives were the only way anyone's been travelling, in our species or others."

He lapses into a mildly awkward silence on the heels of this enthusiasm, one hand lifting to rub at the nape of his neck. "So... any ideas about this art installation?"
standsentinel: (quasi-eyebrow raise)

[personal profile] standsentinel 2017-02-20 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
"No," Kaidan counters that smile, stance firming slightly for all that his tone remains even and conversational. "In my experience, things are more likely to seem logical when viewed from within, and in the rear view. I'm missing both those... so," he wonders, lifting his chin and finding a small, quick smile of his own in an attempt to make his question seem like a friendly. "What is Cetaganda's vision?"
standsentinel: (dat jacket)

[personal profile] standsentinel 2017-02-20 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Then it must grate on you even more to hear them go on about their noble intention," Kaidan says wryly, dipping his head to let them speak even more quietly, and hopefully shielding his lips from anyone who's decided that lip-reading is an art.. "I'm angling to learn more about what they've discovered on the wormhole -- the thing that pulled us here. I need to get back to my people, we all do." he concludes, putting in words what she's been hoping. "And if they solve that, I don't care about their war, both sides need to know. You're proof of that."
stompadour: (uuUUGH)

[personal profile] stompadour 2017-02-20 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
????

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"I left Earth at the end of the war," says Jasper, frowning. "Whatever that garbage planet did to those gems, I don't know anything about it."
standsentinel: (gratuitous grey)

Icon inaccurate: Kaidan not shirtless. Alas.

[personal profile] standsentinel 2017-02-20 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Live in close quarters with space marines long enough and you recognize shorthand for an offer of a massage. Have migraines as Long as Kaidan has, and you're not saying no to one being offered. He scoots and moves up accordingly, and the furrow in his brow is from thought rather than pain. "Well, in terms of collapsed wormholes, they say that's what left this planet stranded for so long -- the one the colonists took from Earth destabilized and closed on them, so they had only the tech they had with them and an unterraformed planet to make it work on." He pauses, and adds reflectively that "They must have been tough people, to make it."
standsentinel: (biotic)

[personal profile] standsentinel 2017-02-20 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Kaidan peels an eyelid back to give Daryl a very long look, as the man completely unknowingly asks him to summarize the major technological advance of his time, and its' personal ramifications for him. He could say no. He probably should say no, since he's pretty sure he can feel his cranial arteries throbbing.

He... does not say no. What he says instead comes on the heels of a sigh and another useless rub of his temples. "My mom got exposed to a thing called element zero when she was pregnant with me. I got lucky and got biotic potential instead of seven different kinds of terminal cancer. The implant, if it's working, gives me fine control over... well, gravity. It's not, hasn't been since I landed here."
shri: (» we said our dreams will carry us)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-20 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
And just like that, Kaiden has her full attention. She snaps - pulling her head up and they're as close as dancing requires. Taller than her by half a head at least, but she's suddenly turning in, to murmur against the side of his face, into his ear in - anticipation maybe. Miles talked strangely about how they got here. Words she didn't understand to the only things she cares about: how to go back to her own home.

"There is a way to our homes? Truly?" She tries not to be so anxious to it, her fingers digging in a little before she forces them loose again. Though it's barely much pressure, as tired as she is. Then, she grimaces, unhappy, almost, because no, he might not care. "I cannot leave these people their fate, regardless." As slight a way as she can to giving her own opinion about this situation.
standsentinel: (looking down)

[personal profile] standsentinel 2017-02-20 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
"My time? Most of the dancing's at clubs, but I haven't really mastered the art of shaking my ass like nobody's watching, so... yeah," Kaidan sums up, raising his hand to let her show off with a turn. "Military balls they still waltz, so I learned for that."

She does seem different from their first run-in, so once they're back in a dance frame and swirling along the floor again, he lowers his voice and wonders "Are you, uh, adjusting better, then? You seem a little less tense."
standsentinel: (capable)

[personal profile] standsentinel 2017-02-20 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
"We have flying cars," Kaidan confirms, meeting the quip with grave solemnity that contains a thread of humour of its own. "If my gear had landed with me, I could even show you my futuristic space pistol... although these people have their own tech in that regard," he reflects, with a slow roll of his head that encompasses the base in his stretch as he shares this casual bit of information.
terrifyingrenegade: (alright piss off)

[personal profile] terrifyingrenegade 2017-02-20 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
She laughs bitterly. "Right, yes, the planet warped and mutated all those Gems. The Diamonds had absolutely nothing to do with it whatsoever."
stompadour: ('he'? what kind of sjw bullshit is that)

[personal profile] stompadour 2017-02-20 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
"What?" She sits up a little. "Yes, obviously. I've never seen it happen anywhere else."
komarran: (THIS CONTINUES TO BE RUDE)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-20 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
He gestures with an open palm and answers without hesitation. "If it's required of me." It was what he swore when he enlisted in the Imperial Service. The situation was different here, but his oath didn't vanish because of it.
natalia_vdova: (nope not a party)

[personal profile] natalia_vdova 2017-02-20 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Well then, let's explore. See if we can find something to satisfy your feeling, one way or the other. Why don't you lead?" She smiles, but the truth is that with people who aren't as accustomed to stealthily making their way through foreign installations, it's often easier to save them from a misstep if she's behind them rather than trusting they'll follow. In the snow was one thing, but there could be guards, rotations they wont know until it's too late.

This gives her a better chance to try and keep her from trouble if it comes up. Natasha might not be the sort of admit she was here to help, but well... she was.
sibearian: screen cap by <user name=gay4zarya site=tumblr.com> used with permission! (i caught that marenie)

[personal profile] sibearian 2017-02-20 11:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you," she says, flashing a warm smile.

"It is not a far walk from here. Maybe about 10 minutes."
eugengineer: (pic#10725593)

[personal profile] eugengineer 2017-02-20 11:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Because it is not your particular field of expertise? Or does your society have some law about sharing technology with others?"
durango: (laugh)

[personal profile] durango 2017-02-20 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Deanna can't help but smile at his enthusiasm. He reminds her a little of Geordi. And much like with Geordi, she doesn't quite follow all the technicalities of what he's saying. Alcubierre is an unfamiliar name (though she does recognize at least that it's a human Spanish name) and she's never heard of the mass effect or eezo either.

She waves a hand dismissively at the art. That's clearly not what he wants to be talking about. "Forget about that. Tell me more about what you were saying - what's the mass effect?"
durango: (listening)

[personal profile] durango 2017-02-20 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"A little of both. I'm a psychologist, not a physicist, although I do understand the basics of the latter." (Granted, the "basics" in physics for a Starfleet officer is probably still more than average). "And our rules specifically forbid sharing of technology with pre-warp societies."

Admittedly, she's not entirely sure how she should apply the Prime Directive in this case - while the Cetagandans are not warp capable, they have found another means of interstellar travel - one that everyone in the Alpha quadrant has been pursuing for decades with little luck - putting them in a gray area.
standsentinel: (tech)

[personal profile] standsentinel 2017-02-20 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Kaidan glances at the sculpture, faintly guilty like a schoolboy ignoring an obscure assignment that's right in front of him, in favour of something more interesting... but that moment passes, and he offers her a smile in return. "Just remember that I gave you an out," he quips, before dispensing a 30 second summary that hopefully won't require Geordi to materialize to translate.

"Mass effect fields are created when dark energy interacts with normal space-time. We discovered a substance we called element zero -- eezo for short -- that releases dark energy when you run an electrical current through it. You can increase or decrease the mass in an area depending on the direction of the current, and, well, once you're able to play with mass you can do all kinds of things to special relativity."
eugengineer: (pic#10725593)

[personal profile] eugengineer 2017-02-20 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Diya's patience doesn't waver. Earth she knows, yes, though the continent he refers to is long gone, a bombed-out husk between two oceans. But mentioning that now would only derail the interrogation.

"Are you sick, Daryl?"
eugengineer: (pic#10725607)

[personal profile] eugengineer 2017-02-20 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Diya smiles patiently. For all their power and enormity, if Lapis is to be believed -- and Diya doesn't have reason to doubt her word on most things -- the Gems aren't too different from their own ghem. Conquest and expansion first and foremost. How shortsighted.

"And what do you think they are here for?"
eugengineer: (pic#10725599)

[personal profile] eugengineer 2017-02-20 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"The perfection of the human genome."

Cagey as the Cetagandans are about...everything, that is never a part the Cetagandans have tried to hide. It's a noble pursuit, a purpose unlike any other in the Nexus -- a real purpose.
infailtration: (pic#10907487)

Alas indeed.

[personal profile] infailtration 2017-02-20 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
York knows about the migraines, enough that he'll take extra care along Kaidan's neck and the base of his skull. But for now he starts with his fellow exotic's tight shoulders, skilled fingers kneading the tension away as he listens to the brief history lesson. "They must have been," he echoes, impressed they managed to terraform and populate Barrayar on their own. "Is there any research on their culture?"
symmetricks: (pic#11019141)

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-02-20 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
I wish I could say that was any sort of comfort. Sadly not.

[ It's more a disappointment than anything else. Of course, they'd faced the Omnics back home, but the question of their personhood was...a bit more nebulous, at best.

Wash's observation about the size of the conflict isn't much more comforting, and her brow knits delicately. ]


Uprisings always start small. I have seen before, more than once. The more these rebel leaders can incite the people of this planet and pull them under their sway, the more powerful they will become. And people like that have no interest in ceding power peacefully.