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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.
symmetricks: (pic#10950172)

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-02-20 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Some do not. While breathing is involuntary, the method is can be made conscious. Like any other muscle, you must know how to properly utilize it. It is much like the difference in lifting a heavy burden, whether you do so from your legs or from your back."

That Jasper grasped it, however, brings a faint smile to Satya's face. Humans, she says, like it's a wonder to be one. But she doesn't question it immediately, instead gesturing for her to continue.

"Now, with that same method of breathing, take the longest, deepest breath you can. Do not hold it. Simply take it in until your chest fully expands, and gently release."
symmetricks: (pic#11019140)

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-02-20 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Perfecting humanity. Dangerous, but certainly a goal with good intentions. It isn't her place to argue the ethics of such things, anyway. The science of it is fascinating, however, and it's clear Diya takes pride in her work. As one should.

"And such research is taking place here, in the middle of a war?"

That's the only point of curiosity she has left. Diya's purpose is clarified, but it does not explain her presence here with them. Is she simply here to accompany her husband? It seems a waste of both their time, in truth.
symmetricks: (pic#10948812)

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-02-20 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"As do we all. If such information could benefit us, they would have surely already told us so," Satya points out in clipped tones. There can be no mistake that her faith in the Cetagandans is already fairly resolute.

What sneaking around could possibly achieve is beyond her.

"They do not need us here. In point of fact we are likely a burden on their resources. Why would you think they have anything to hide?"
littlemissfutility: (95)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-20 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Beth smiles back. It's nice to think of somebody doing what they love, not just doing what's needed. Maybe, if they can find a way to end this war, he'll be able to go back to it.

"They have to trust you a little," she says, gesturing vaguely at the barn. He's here, isn't he? It doesn't make sense to her, how anyone would torture a person and then let them do what they wanted, but she's not the one making the rules. "They kept us in that tent for two weeks when we started showing up."
shri: (» casually we're breathing)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-20 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It trips her stumbling sideways, and catching herself against the narrow corridors wall, both hands flat and breathing ragged. The old injuries cut and pinch in aches she wished she didn't feel. But it's not bad enough, yet, why she has to fight now.

Has to try, at least.

Pushes off the wall in the same forward momentum and she cuts back in, forces herself quicker than she can handle - she's fast, she's good, and it might be a thing to savour if there wasn't something so desperate to each strike. She doesn't have time to admire an opponent, right now. Rather she moves with that purpose, swinging, aiming to hit her in center of mass, direct, sharp, and this would be different with blades, but -
]

You're good. [ It's appreciative, at least. ]
shri: (» are too vicious to tell)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-20 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She gives nothing on that point - York and Washington had promised her that they would not leave her in here. Not leave her in this place. God, she was going to die in here, rather she drunk poison - put herself into the fires instead. ]

I will always try. I will not serve them.

[ And to her opinion, sitting here complacent, was serving them. Even if they could do nothing but worry about her, use up some of their resources. Then she would do that, as often and as much as she could. ]
pigsfeet: (no one makes me bleed my own blood)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-21 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Nah," Daryl says immediately. He's not any sicker than anyone else; everyone has the same illness. But the urge to deliberate wells up, and he can't keep it back. It doesn't matter anyway, he finds himself thinking. They'll all be dead soon. "Ain't sick. Ain't never been bit. That ain't what you mean, though. Smarter'n your own good. If I'm sick, you're sick. Your goons're sick." He looks up at Diya's guards with a sharp glare.
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[personal profile] how_high 2017-02-21 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
"The capital," Negri confirms with a nod. The capital of the planet, that is. The district capital is Vorkosigan Vashnoi, through which he'd passed on his way here. He says none of that, though just shrugs. "It took a long time."
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[personal profile] natalia_vdova 2017-02-21 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
[She can see that the other woman is good, too. She can appreciate the skill in how Lakshmi moves, cam see it even through her own frustrations. That she should be faster than this, doesn't dampen her eye for skill and competence -- it just means that she doesn't stop.

She can appreciate that desperation, because there's an edge of it in Natasha, too.

She's looking for an answer that she can't find, that seem to beyond her reach. Sparring is good, practicing, training, it's all good, but none of it is enough and this, at least it's real. Not something with lines that wont be crossed, and instead with a willingness to go as far as their bodies will carry them.

Lakshmi connects but Natasha rolls with it, lips thinning and her face a little harder at the compliment--]
I used to be good.

[This isn't good. This isn't enough. She feels sick and weak, slow and blind. So she does all she can do, she steps in, hits hard like that's any way to fix the thing that's wrong.]
shri: (» now they whisper it)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-21 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ She at least does him the credit of laughing too much. Her fingers coming up to press against her mouth as she smiled. Then back to what she was doing, braiding her hair. Sure it would hold its shape and - most importantly, keep it out of her face. ]

No, not like that. You did better, most beginners tend to drop their blade on their foot. You will get used to it.

[ But he wasn't so raw as some of them. He at least knew he his way around weapons, if not this one, and how to catch himself when he stumbled. That was important as anything. His list of where it strike is already good, he knows that.

Now he just needs to know the motions.

She finishes the braid tightly before she flicks it over her shoulder. Lets it hang long down her back as she stands again. Walks around him in a half-circle to stand beside him and a little back. Hands held in front of her lightly.
]

Assume your position again.

[ Waits for him, and touches his shoulder first to let him know she's behind him. Doesn't bother reaching over his shoulder, but her arm comes up and around, to brace against his wrist as she adjusts his stance ever so slightly. What she had noted, what was good and what he needed to learn to what he already knew. ]

This time, slow, I will show you the strikes. The movement needs to come from the wrist, not the elbow. So easy with it and don't fight me. Quick, is your goal, but you will need to know it like breathing first.

[ Her fingers slip over his properly, and she begins to move his hand, around, loose movements, murmurs of easy praise as she shows him how it swing. Where to strike.

Stops, when she is sure he has it memorised.
] Now do it again, until I tell you to stop. Then I will show you the foot work.

[ and she takes her seat again, watching him and waiting. ]
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[personal profile] natalia_vdova 2017-02-21 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
Good.

[Maybe she should be telling her that she needs to be smarter about it, but more than that, she finds the fire in her eyes, in her words, to be a good thing. She knows what it's like to struggle against servitude.

She doesn't necessarily feel bad about having some hand in Lakshmi ending back in a cell, but she doesn't feel good about it, either. She's pretty sure the woman would have ended up here one way or another, and if she was the type in need of comfort for her choices she might argue that it could have been worse.]


You really think the Barrayar are better?

[It's curiosity, not judgement. She wants her to tell her why she thinks she right, why one side is better than the other because Natasha is perfectly fine with finding a way to play both to get what she wants.]
protocol: (► i hope it is a mistake to see)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-02-21 11:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ The predictable failures of humanity, he supposes. He watches her brows knit together, the concern in her expression seems -- genuine. She really does seem to believe in the Cetagandan's cause, and really, maybe they might be the best thing for the planet. Who knows. Wash just knows he wants nothing to do with it.

He shrugs. ]


They've dug in their heels for this long, which means they'll probably fight to the end. [ A glance out at the rest of the party. ] What surprises me is that the Cetagandans have allowed them to go on for so long.

[ Because from everything he's heard and read, the Barrayans have technology that means they'd never be able to compete on any real scale if the Cetagandans really wanted to crush them underfoot. But then again, looking out at this party now. Maybe the Cetagandans just aren't in any particular hurry. ]

Maybe they just intend to starve them out. [ More out loud to himself, than anything else. ]
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[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-21 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"It seems not." He hesitates for a long moment, then takes a deep bracing breath and steps forward. Swallowing down his gorge, he kneels by the head, reaches out, and wrenches its eyes open. Its gaze remains glassy, motionless, dead, the eyes dull and unnatural. He stares another moment before he realizes that he can't quite take it; he flinches away, then, snatching back his hands. Then he takes a breath, and collects himself.

"Definitely not. Very dead."
littlemissfutility: (34)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-21 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe," she offers, after a moment or two of watching Byerly shudder, "it doesn't spread here."

For that matter, maybe it's not here at all. What if the pathogen disappeared somewhere on the way to Barrayar? There's no way to know, but she can hope. It bubbles up in her, the possibility that it could be gone. That Byerly won't have to stab her in the eye when (if) she dies.

"I'll come back later," she promises, to Byerly and the head alike. "So we're sure."
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[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-21 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sounds an excellent plan," he says. Horrible. He'll need to change out this pair of gloves for a different one, he thinks. Or simply burn these... He sighs and resists the urge to rub his face. Hell. "And I shall watch our new set of traitors as they die. Die with their heads intact. That will be pleasant."
littlemissfutility: (39)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-21 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Her expression folds up darkly at the thought of more deaths. It's appalling, and if she says so, there's a good chance that somebody might tell her to stop expecting Barrayaran morality to match her own. So she keeps silent, but her disgust isn't quite camouflaged in her face.

It's quiet in the clearing where they stand, and she knows she's got to fill it with something. "But Barrayar's safe for now."
littlemissfutility: (35)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-21 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"I bet." She's curious, but he's a quiet kid--not the kind that opens up easily, clearly, even after some attention. Which is fine, of course, all kids are different, but he doesn't seem especially happy to her. "What brought you way out here?"
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[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-21 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well," he says, a little quietly, just a hint of rough unhappiness creeping into his voice. "Safe from this."

He's quiet a moment. Then he stands up, unfolding himself from his crouch beside that head to his normal lanky height. "One's mind," he says, rather carefully - carefully meaning that he very deliberately adopts a tone of vague unconcern, "cannot help but also go to the prospects of this. If whatever brought you through time and space to this planet, if that is what it was, eliminated the virus, that could potentially have - hm - implications for those you left behind."

Of course, it seems rather more likely at this point that the whole thing was a cruel joke created by some monstrous people - that the dead do not indeed rise, that this poor girl has been lied to and deluded. But he'll not bring up that possibility.
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-21 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," she agrees, abashed. This is bad enough that it makes mere war seem like nothing in her mind. But it's easy to feel that way when it's not her planet. She'll never feel about Barrayar the way he does, even if she does like it. "From this."

It's impossible to believe that it'd be gone completely, but it seems like it could be--it really could. What other explanation is there? It existed in one place, she knows that from all the walkers she's killed and seen killed, but it isn't here.

"If we could bring them here," she says, doing her best to keep her voice even. Not too much hope, no expectation--she tries, at least. It's something she's daydreamed about since her arrival, but this is the first time it's seemed possible. "They'd help Barrayar. My sister knows how to farm--Rick used to be a cop, everyone could help with the war."

She's not sure why she's telling Byerly, who can't do anything about sending for people from completely alternate dimensions. But if there was a way...
lovernotafighter: (Let's do this)

[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-02-21 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Tucker lacked a filter; that was well and common knowledge, but he hesitated on answering anyway. Carolina would kill him if he said anything, but on the other hand--

Shit, people had a right to know. Sonia had a right to know, to protect herself, to keep safe from potential psychopaths. Knowing who to watch her back around was something she needed as much as Tucker did, not that she'd be alone. In a cave. Ever where anyone could just come up and snuggle under blankets while venting. Or something.

Okay, she was poorly guarded for a princess, and Maine could pretty much stomp out anyone who was here. His brow furrowed as he slammed the chess piece back down, not looking at her. One person. One person couldn't hurt knowing. One person wouldn't get him in trouble.

Well, other than the fact that she was fucking royalty and could probably do something about it.

"Maine. Well, I know him as The Meta."
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[personal profile] standsentinel 2017-02-22 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
The sudden movement causes him to tense, wary, before reason settles instinct as soon as it's had a half-second to process. Obligingly, he leans down to hear her better, and lets his arm firm up beneath her clutching hand. Their dance steps, slowed, will no doubt catch some Cetagandan critique for the disruption of their previous form.

"Potentially," he answers. "They travel between planets here by using wormholes -- shortcuts through space, like a tunnel through a mountain." (Apparently having to explain things to Daryl has caused him to put serious thought into Astrophysics For Non Spacefarers.) Aware of other dancers closing behind them, he resumes the proper form of the foxtrot, and schools his expression to something blandly conversational. "The one that brought the Barrayarans here collapsed behind them. These people think that it may have re-opened temporarily and brought us here. If so..."

Tunnels go both ways. He hopes the metaphor will make the conclusion obvious.
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[personal profile] standsentinel 2017-02-22 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
A purpose that has Kaidan's eyebrows lifting sharply enough that it nearly flakes his face paint. "...that's one hell of a long-term goal." is his initial reaction.

Swift on its heels, as his brain takes the fact and turns it over a few times, is the question of "How do you even define what perfection is? I mean, clearing out defects is one thing, we do that." But, by his tone, even a non-biologist like him can understand that's more a foundation than an end point.
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[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-22 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Well." He gives a small shrug. It is in his best patriotic interests, of course, to get her to fight for Barrayar. To get everyone to fight for Barrayar. Every person on their side could mean a battle lost or won, and every battle might mean the outcome of the war. But...something deeper, some pang of conscience that runs deeper than his patriotism, makes him say, "To be completely fair, Cetaganda would be more likely to help you than Barrayar would. Just from the perspective of technology."

He hesitates a moment, then shrugs again. "Though on the other hand, they very well also might try to weaponize the virus. They're quite fond of their vicious biological agents on that planet."
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[personal profile] standsentinel 2017-02-22 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
Satya's clipped tones and utter faith earn her a look from Kaidan that's lost its fatigue in favour of pure bafflement. "...you seriously think they don't filter information? Look -- it was Satya, right?" he wonders after her name, overheard rather than introduced in the confines of their shared barracks space. "This is a military R&D facility, they're not sharing information until they've had a chance to fully vet and classify it first. It's standard practice, I don't blame them, but I overheard them talking about a wormhole phenomenon being behind what's pulled us here, and that's information I need, if it's the case."
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-22 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Her face falls at his first suggestion, and further still at his second. She's already decided what side she's throwing in with in this war--permanently--and there's no way she's going to head over to the Cetagandans. Not for help, not to give somebody the opportunity to start another turn here on Barrayar.

"They can't know." But they might. She'd told Rani about the walkers, and who knows what they're doing to her in their compound. Her stomach feels like it's turning over. "Nobody has to know that it spreads, right? Or that it could."