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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.
lovernotafighter: (BFfornever)

[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-03-01 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
Something told him that fast-penta on Wash would go over as well as a cat being thrust into a sprinkler stream. He tried to imagine that uproar, but--

Wow. Fuck, wow. She looked pretty like that, her hair in her face, all pulled up and thinking and-- He flushed a little and tried not to focus on it because he came here to be pissed off, not whatever this was. She was getting him out of that groove, and while that was probably a good thing (as definitely a good thing), it was unexpected. Being mad at Carolina was a lot like being mad at Church: exhausting and annoying. But being around Sonia was none of those things.

What the hell?

"Yeah." And for a legitimate second, he didn't know what they were talking about, completely tuned out. He shook his head and yeah. Society and technology advances and blah blah blah Simmons shit. "But talk to me when you have T.V.s, okay? Or, you know, fucking lights."

So, yeah. There were some creature comforts from home that he missed, but sitting in a tent with however many other people (and some enemies) wasn't exactly winning points. And hey, it wasn't her fault, so he just leaned into her and closed his eyes. He could sleep here, he realized; it was better than his quarters. Quieter. About as warm with a lot better company

"No female soldiers? That's bullshit." He shrugged one shoulder, opening his eyes half-mast as he shivered. "The scariest person I ever met was a woman. Crazy bitch. God, Church loved her for some reason, but...she wasn't all bad when she wasn't kicking our asses. It was like she was on every chick's period in a two-hundred mile radius, all concentrated and at once, twenty-four-seven." She almost killed his kid, too, and--

"...she wasn't all bad, though. Like, she was hot and stuff. And she made Church miserable so that was fun to watch."

God, he missed Blood Gulch.
startpoint: (15)

[personal profile] startpoint 2017-03-01 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Well on Chorus it was because a man decided that the natural resources of the planet were worth more than the lives of the people living on it." She's honest about that, though her tone is heavy with distaste. Malcolm Hargrove has a lot to answer for, not least of which was his part in Freelancer's destruction.

"I'm sure you don't want to hear about more wars, though. Can you show me how the camera works?"
natalia_vdova: (rr - unsure)

[personal profile] natalia_vdova 2017-03-01 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
Natasha follows after Deanna, not too close, but close enough that she could catch her by the elbow, pull her back if she was about to walk into a guard or the like. At least Natasha is fairly accustomed to people trying to talk to computers, so it doesn't strike her as too eccentric. Instead, she smiles a little indulgently, putting her back to the wall in the best position to watch the hallways as Deanna works the console.

She wishes she had a weapon, but the Cetagandans have not been particularly accommodating in that direction. Not because she'd use it against them if she had one, but she hates being unarmed. Even just a knife tucked into her boot would be a comfort.
komarran: (slightly interested instead of resigned)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-03-01 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
He stifles a small bit of laughter at that. Miles and careful did not go hand-in-hand, but if that's the image he's cultivated here, he'll let it be.

"Solstice," he answers. "It's the capital. I worked at the university there."
shri: (» lay out the rules that we can't break)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-01 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)
She hums, tapping her fingers. Drawing back to them as they spoke amongst themselves and servants often spoke amongst themselves like that. "I wish I had Tesla with me to craft weaponary for him. He would build him such things. Do you know of Tesla? Nikola is a sweet boy, but his mind is the most terrifying thing. Where others see light in the sky he sees possibility."

There would never again be a mind like Tesla's. "He would make the Count such an artillery, as he deserves. Your walls would be nothing to it. He would ride with his cavalary with Nikola's arc guns and you would sizzle like the least of the Vampire-kindred." Her head turns away as she laughs, the painting vivid in her eyes. The bubble of skin at high temperatures and flash of searing flesh burning in her mind's eye. Inhales roughly on the wretched memory. "What I wouldn't give for something more, thermite at least. The Count could give you such nightmares then."

Which is to say, that of the things she thinks are important to warfare, the Count didn't have the heavy artillery that would change much of its scope. Yes, he needs something. Guns, gunpwoder, something to rip them apart by the dozens. A deep breath out of the battle-field smoke, wetting her lips, dry - she felt prickling dry like the worst of her homeland's summer.
shri: (» tragically we fall like the arrows)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-01 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She forces herself to stand from the bed, the brown and silver robes that she had kept to wrap around herself are pulled up, high to her chest. To be asked is a simple thing, but after the drugs they had fed her, to be asked and knowing she could not if she wished - was everything.

For a second, she almost doesn't. The way that she had not spoken much to anyone once she had left their interrogation. The horror of what had happened was overwhelming to her. It fills her now. Like she cannot help herself. That feeling, that rushing feeling, of Zahal standing over her, asking her name.

A deep breath. Tilting her face up, no - she had never hidden who she was. The British might have made it a crime, but like the Knights and the names they took like titles the day they drank the blackwater, so too had she taken up a name that would always be hers.
]

Jhansi ki Rani - Lakshmi Bai, the Queen of Jhansi.
vorrutyer: (sweaty)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-01 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
He knows it. Or does he? After all, they're in the past, now. A few well-placed choices could change the course of the war entirely. And Galeni knows that, too...
symmetricks: (pic#11027233)

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-03-01 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She looks unconvinced, at best, her arms folding loosely just under her chest. ]

I don't know what you'd hope to learn. Of course they'll argue that they're well enough on their own. They don't know any better, how could they think to question their conditions if it's all they've ever known?

[ She doesn't need to talk to the Barrayans to know what they'd say. She's heard it enough times, the same refrain, from countless cities she's visited. This would undoubtedly be no different. ]
komarran: (you've got to be kidding me)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-03-01 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not ruling it out," he answers carefully. He can't read Count Vorkosigan, isn't sure if he's saying the right things or coming across as a pathetic prisoner eager to say whatever will appease his tormenters. However the man sees him, Duv believes what he says as he continues, "You're out-manned and at a technological disadvantage, and they still haven't managed to pull the rug out from under you."
terrifyingrenegade: (???? sleep??? how???)

[personal profile] terrifyingrenegade 2017-03-01 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow well no one asked for your opinion on their civilization Diya, geez

"In comparison to Homeworld's forces? Small. Very small. Not that it mattered, because we had quality over quantity." She gives Diya a rather sharp look, which, with the way she's leaning on the table, kind of has the effect of giving herself the appearance of a particularly feisty drunk. "I don't think you understand what an accomplishment chasing them off of that planet was. We were horribly outnumbered but we succeeded against all odds. We saved the Earth from devastation AND secured freedom for all human life. Frankly, you should be grateful. Your species would have been DOOMED without us. The only reason so few of us are left is because Homeworld couldn't take the fact that we got the best of them, so they rigged their exit and took down a bunch of their own gems in a last ditch effort to try and wipe us all out."
omniavincit: (pic#)

GOOD NEWS I've returned from the war

[personal profile] omniavincit 2017-03-01 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ William smiles. Irritation seethes behind it. What grates isn't the response—it's being obliged to watch the performance Byerly makes of it.

He tries to pin his voice flat. ]
And I could almost taste that bear. [ This time, he doesn't wait for a reaction. He turns to walk away. ]
natalia_vdova: (surprise)

[personal profile] natalia_vdova 2017-03-01 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Jhansi ki Rani.

[There's recognition in her voice as she echoes the words, a slow blink of her eyes as she looks her over, like taking in the fact that she knows who she is. She's heard poems about her, she's been to Jhansi. It's somehow stranger than if there was someone from her world, one of her friends, or a kid that knew the Avengers from the action figures and the comic books. Because Lakshmi Bai was history, dead almost a hundred years before she'd been born, and yet here she is.

And she'd punched her. A fact that she still can't bring herself to regret -- there was something about fighting a legend, she supposed. She smiles, and she respects her enough to offer her a truth for her own. So she gives her her name, from her lips, not the way she's familiarized it and twisted it for Americans.]


Natalia Alianovna Romanova.
standsentinel: (smile)

[personal profile] standsentinel 2017-03-02 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
"I can't argue with that," says Kaidan vis-a-vis offworlder cultural shortcomings. He doesn't seem terribly disappointed in himself, it must be said, particularly not when he points out with a vein of humour revealing itself that "Cetagandan culture reminds me enough of the asari civilization that you'd probably be a little disappointed if we did grasp the nuances. I won't ruin your fun," he promises, before sketching her a slight bow, in a silent offer to take his leave and let her get back to... whatever it is that haut ladies do at parties.
natalia_vdova: (i want him)

[personal profile] natalia_vdova 2017-03-02 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
It's the black roses. They remind her of things that she sometimes she thinks she would rather forget, things taken from her that she can never get back, when she was young, too young and never afraid of the dark. It puts those thoughts uncomfortably close to the front, things she usually manages not to think about. Then he touches her elbow, and it's a little surprising, she is not the most physially affectionate person in the world, but she smiles up at him.

She eyes him carefully when he thanks her, and her expression turns a little playful. Of course you're handsome, York. But she understands the self-consciousness, too, how other people see them as imperfections. Her healing factor meant she healed fast and usually cleanly, but she had her own scars. That self-deprecation joke about bikinis she'd used against Steve as a way to disarm the situation.

"They do like their theatrics, don't they," she offers quietly with a sideways look. She's seen parties in the midst of wars before, but it always depended. When the buildings around you were bombed-out shells, there This was a show of means, whether for their soldiers or for the Exotics, she was still deciding. The fact that dressing the Exotics up seemed to be something of a competition also wasn't lost on her, either.

"You enjoying the show?"
shri: (» forever singing)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-02 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ For once, and to her utter surprise, someone looks at her like she knows who that is. A hum, she was from Earth then, as opposed to... wherever it was all these other people came from. Definitely not. She bites at the tip of her tongue with the questions. ]

Romanova? [ a frown, there, more thoughtful than irritated. ] Romanoffs?
natalia_vdova: (keeping secrets)

[personal profile] natalia_vdova 2017-03-02 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
[That recognition of her name actually takes her by surprise, catches her breath and there's a brief blink of blue eyes through the glass wall. To most Americans it was just another surname. But, of course, in Lakshmi's lifetime the Romanovs had been a dynasty, not a fallen line of forgotten Russian emperors. They'd been a world power in her lifetime.]

Depends on if you believe in fairy tales. Twenty years before I was born the Bolshevik seized power and tried to wipe out the Romanov family line. They believed they succeeded.

[And usually, that's the story that Natasha sticks to. She's never had any interest in the politics of it, the tales of gold and riches and forgotten treasures. Usually, when people question her last name they're trying to use it against her, but she doesn't get that feeling from her. Lakshmi's a queen in her own right, why would she?]
terrifyingrenegade: (well there's a thought)

[personal profile] terrifyingrenegade 2017-03-02 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Well that's a difference between the Cetagandans and the rebels right there. The Barrayarans weren't without their suspicious looks, certainly, but from what Pearl could tell from her short time with them, they were at least a bit more up front with what they thought about you.

"Lovely. I'll have to keep a sharp eye out," Pearl sighs, crossing her arms.
vorbratta: (you are the attraction)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-03-02 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia smiles slightly as Tucker visibly relaxes, leaning against her, and she'd try to put her arm around him for support or something if it wouldn't unduly disturb the blankets. No need to let any of that warmth out. So she just leans right back, knowing that whatever this complicated problem with Tucker and Carolina and the rest is something she doesn't fully understand, too much missing context, and so she knows she can't do much but provide a little comfort, a little company. Sometimes that's all someone really needs. She just hasn't quite figured that out for herself yet.

Sonia nods her head to the side slightly in acknowledgment of how backwards Barrayar is, raising an eyebrow at his particular word choice, but the description sure is...colorful. And intriguing.

Probably for the best that Tex isn't on Barrayar right now.

"Ah, schadenfreude," she sighs, her smile tilting slightly. "Always reliable. But no, Barrayar is fairly behind the times on a lot of social issues. That's just one of many. Almost every other planet out there has coed military, you know? Well, the ones that have a military, anyway. At any rate, Barrayar's gender politics are very...outdated."

That's a really nice way of putting it. And, admittedly, she's had the benefit of mostly growing up on Beta Colony rather than Barrayar.
Edited 2017-03-02 21:50 (UTC)
durango: (do you think that's wise?)

[personal profile] durango 2017-03-03 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
She returns Natasha's smile with an embarrassed one of her own. The Cetagandans have shown Deanna how their technology works and it's already similar enough to home that she shouldn't have any problems with it. But then again, maybe because it is so familiar feeling is exactly why she reverted back to her usual habits.

Either way, it doesn't take her long to find what she's looking for: a layout of the building. It's not as helpful as she would like, considering all the areas that need special authorization to access, but it's something. "I wonder what all they're storing here," she murmurs.
vorbratta: (to know what it means)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-03-03 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
"I know what the capital of Komarr is," she says, but it comes out a little more childish than she'd intended. Barrayaran-born, Betan-educated. Right. She tries for a friendlier tone. "What did you do? Do you teach?"
komarran: (dramatic side look)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-03-03 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
He gives her a slightly apologetic look at her initial comment. It's hard for him to tell who on Barrayar knows what with how insular the period right before this was. Barrayar's emergency onto the galactic scene came to much of a halt because of this invasion and he wouldn't expect any of them to care what was the capital of Komarr.

"Yes. I teach history and government, focusing on modern Komarr."
omniavincit: (a savor of blood)

[personal profile] omniavincit 2017-03-03 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Breaking eye contact feels like just that--snapping something in two. William lowers himself to a seat by the fire, one leg stretched out, one bent at the knee.

"I'm looking for someone. A woman." That's not the place to start, but it's been swelling in his chest since he got here. With visible effort, William stops short of saying her name.

He turns to look at Negri, eyes alert, bright in the light shed by the fire. "Do many people pass through?"
protocol: (► ladderpoints is now upon us)

it's ok because i did the same sobs

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-03 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Biochemical alterations.

Everything else she's said before replays through his thoughts, an automatic response, just a result of a life built around memory and forcing himself to remember. She was moved -- taken, he again supplies in his own words -- as an orphan to some military installation in the middle of nowhere. Miserably cold, she'd said, and Wash imagines something much like this one but less strangely beautiful, all bitter steel surrounded by ice and snow. They were trying to make the perfect soldier. Weren't they always trying to make the perfect soldier.

He thinks again of the Spartans, kidnapped, augmented, molded into machines more than people. One agent in the right place, at the right time, with the right skills. Wash looks at her, watches her, studies her expression, but she gives away nothing, of course she doesn't, she's just as practiced at this as he is, probably a lot more. It doesn't take him that long to fit together the pieces, regardless.

That's what she lost. ]


Sounds like a few things I might know of. [ Not humorless, but dry. There's always a war, and it seems like there's more they can add to that. There's always people with ideas. Always perfect soldiers. Always augmentations and alterations. A pause, distinctive, and he gestures vaguely with a tip of his head. ] Has any of this been helping?

[ He means the sparring, and the training, he's seen her here more often than most other people because he spends so much time here himself. If she's lost whatever advantages her alterations have given her, maybe it was just some function of whatever brought them here, maybe she just needed some time for everything to build back, again, with practice, with training, with focus.

Maybe. It's only maybe. He's sure she knows that, too. ]
shri: (» is all yours)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-03 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It is definitely a tale beyond her and for a moment, very distracting. When, when does that happen? How far into the future? Does she know things that Lakshmi would understand? ]

You must have been vied for, if that were the case, Princess.

[ Flat recognition. No, it's no fairy take to her. This is the blood of succession and the violence that begot always. It was unforgiving when power was invested in a human body. It was why she had made sure that they had never gotten hers, either. They would make a show of her death, like something vanquished was put away into the ashes. ]
pigsfeet: 1/2. cig. (alien babyyyy)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-03 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"The brain," he rasps, "you gotta get the brain. Cut off the head, it'll keep on bitin'. I seen it." It would suit her, he thinks. She has enough dead cold willpower to keep on moving, even without breath in her lungs... or lungs at all.