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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-02-18 03:21 pm

[ february ii log ]

Who: Everyone
What: Traitors exposed, celebrations had, sleight hands passing cards under the table. And so begin the preparations for what is soon to come.
When: February 18th - 28th
Where: Barrayaran camp / Cetagandan base
Warnings: Torture (interrogations thread)

Quick links:
Riverfall
Barrayar: Barrayaran camp / Party / Missions
Cetaganda: Cetagandan base / Moon-poetry party / Missions


The harsh weather rages on, which temperatures still averaging far below freezing, and the wind is still strong. But things are a little less dire for the outsiders, and for the exotics -- well, they have their own chills to deal with.

riverfall
Riverfall village is your typical Dendarii mountain village, which means it's small, humble, and mostly poor. This is the most rural of the rural around here, a little backwater even by Barrayaran standards. Most of the villagers live in houses of wood and stone built themselves or by ancestors. Despite the cold, there are plenty of people outside at any given time -- working, mostly, because the daily grind stops for no one, but even the occasional group of children taken over by fits of cabin fever. The village is built up against a rocky mountain face, from the top of which the eponymous waterfall flows into the river that borders the west edge of the village and continues down the mountain. The place isn't exactly hidden, but if you don't know your way around, it'd be hard to find without a native guide.

The villagers are wary of the outsiders at first, even more than the soldiers had been -- the rural Dendarii are as superstitious as they come -- but, slowly convinced of their good intentions, start to warm to them. They're a blunt, hardy people, largely uneducated and tending toward the most extreme of Barrayaran sensibilities, but they are undeniably fierce. The General Count trusts them, so they'll be more or less civil (by Barrayaran standards, anyway), but you might catch the occasional scrutinizing, watchful stare. With Cetagandans in camp and exotics among them, they border on hostile, especially those who are visibly nonhuman. They keep their heads down enough to keep from getting into trouble with the soldiers, but they do not like you at all.

Not everyone in Riverfall speaks English -- Russian is everyone's first language, and only about half the village has any passable command of English. Thankfully, the village's Speaker Yakiv Gura speaks English, if heavily accented. They're clearly stretching to the limit to help the camp, but to the Dendarii, there's no higher act than one in the Count's service, especially when it comes to fighting this war.

barrayar
Even after scoring themselves a little extra food, morale in the camp is at an all-time low. The miserably dangerous weather hasn't let up, food is still heavily rationed, and everyone is still at least a little tired, cold, and hungry all of the time. It doesn't help that they've lost a few soldiers in the last couple of weeks, and in Riverfall, too, some villagers have died of the cold despite their relative warmth and safety, mostly children. This is hardly the first harsh winter they've faced, but that doesn't stop the inexorable loss that comes with it. Some villagers may be somberly putting their loved ones to rest in the village graveyard when the outsiders are in town.

But Piotr finally calls Negri out as a spy sent by his aide-de-camp Captain Ezar Vorbarra, partly to deliver a message and partly to test Piotr, because Ezar loves coy bullshit. However, he does learn that both Ezar and Prince Xav Vorbarra, Olivia and Sonia's father, are en route to Vorkosigan's District with relief supplies from Beta Colony secured by Xav's ambassadorial connections and tireless lobbying. Once Piotr judges it safe to release this information, it bring with it a bit of hope -- and to seal the deal, Piotr and Olivia arrange a celebration of sorts in the village.

Finally outing the ring of reason in the camp helps to bolster morale, too. Vorhalas is interrogated, and the names of his co-conspirators are revealed: Lieutenant Boris Vortala, who killed himself in disgrace shortly after his fast-penta interrogation at ghem-General Zefyst's hand, and their commander Captain Aaron Vorbataille. Vorbataille has, of course, already started to make his escape -- but with the help out of the outsiders, he won't get very far. Once Piotr is satisfied with Vorbataille's interrogation as well, both men are put to execution, but not by beheading as Doctor ghem-Miko: the sentence for treason is death by public starvation and exposure, and in this weather, it doesn't take long. They are publicly and emphatically denounced as traitors with no honor to speak of, sending a very clear message. Although this might seem like a gruesome sight to the outsiders, to the Barrayarans this is simply how it goes, and very few of them are sorry to see these traitors suffer, particularly as Vorhalas was the one responsible for their food shortage in the first place.

Reports from those soldiers and outsiders who were in the village at the same time as the Cetagandan field science team present the General Count with another troubling problem, however: the implications of the Cetagandans building a device that could control this phenomenon are terrifying, particularly to this threadbare resistance movement. But sabotage seems hardly a worthy solution, either. This is the only lead they have on sending the outsiders home, and so many of them have already put their lives on the line for the cause of a planet that otherwise nothing to most of them. There would be no honor in robbing them of their only chance to return home. But whether they should continue to allow the Cetagandans to proceed with their research or try to find a way to copy their plans themselves, a dubiously possible venture at best, weighs heavily on his mind. It only complicates his strategic concerns further, but by his military orders in the next couple of weeks, at least one thing is clear: he wants Cetagandan bodies.

camp
Morale is critically low among the soldiers, particularly after a few casualties during a recent skirmish with a Cetagandan patrol, but spirits definitely begin to lift with news of relief. The soldiers are now more or less accustomed to the outsiders' place in the camp, and they're even starting to become a little friendlier toward them, particularly those who've been involved in the war effort. They might invite outsiders to play card or dice games with them, or share a conversation over an admittedly meager meal, or better still, bond with them in the true Barrarayan form: over a lot of alcohol.

Negri has more or less built himself a niche in the camp, and doesn't look like he's going anywhere any time soon. But he isn't the only spy around. They desperately need a man on the inside, particularly with the troubling news about the wormhole device, and right now, that man is Byerly Vorrutyer. Starting next month, Piotr is sending him on assignment to infiltrate the Cetagandan base under the cover of a cowardly collaborator.

party
By the time they have the party on the 21st, the villagers have warmed up to the outsiders a little, but they don't really bond until the party. With what little they have to share, they scrape together as much of a feast as they can: not much, but by this month's standards, any hot meal prepared with fresh ingredients seems absolutely decadent. And because this is Barrayar there is, of course, plenty of liquor, that Barrayaran moonshine maple mead not the least among them, and there's no shortage of wine or vodka, either.

The hillfolk light lanterns all around the village and raise large tarps to cover the open center of the village where they usually hold gatherings. Inside, protected from the wind and lit by the bonfire and braziers placed around the perimeter, it's actually almost warm. Every villager who's ever laid hand to an instrument seems to gather there to play music all night long, an energetic mix of lively folk music and raucous drinking songs. Anyone with any musical talent would be welcome to join them as well. There's plenty of dancing, too, very little of it formal or complicated, but everyone's having a good time for the first time in weeks, maybe months, and the mood is infectious. By the end of the night, morale seems to have risen overall, and people in camp have something real to look forward to. The partygoing visitors are put up in warmed tents within the tarped village center or in the villagers' homes where they have room. Come morning, they'll head back, but for just one night, it's almost like there isn't even a war on.

missions
Outsiders have been assisting with moving supplies between the camp and Riverfall all throught he rest of the month, and it mostly goes smoothly. Vorbataille is caught on the 20th, although he and Vorhalas aren't publicly executed until a few days later, when Piotr is satisfied with the intelligence he's extracted. By the time he gets Vorbataille's name out of Vorhalas, the traitorous Captain has already fled -- but thanks to Carolina, Duv and Zarya, he's dragged back to camp for his interrogation.

That evening, Maine and William have the misfortune of encountering a dragon -- Darkstalker is on a mission with a Cetagandan patrol, and they run right smack into each other. A fight breaks out, but ultimately Darkstalker and the Cetagandans come out on top, and the outsiders and Barrayarans are forced to retreat -- but not before managing to kill a Cetagandan soldier or two, just barely escaping with one of the bodies.

Miles finds himself in a terrible position when a guard patrol shift goes horribly wrong in a skirmish against some Cetagandans, resulting in the death of their squad leader and a very ugly aftermath.

Zarya, William, Beth and Miles are in Riverfall with some Barrayaran soldiers on a supply run when a Cetagandan field science team arrives with a few exotics in tow. This is a rare chance to learn more about the Cetagandans' scientific exploits, and among other things, they find out that whatever it is that brought them here, the Cetagandan scientists are convincede it has something to do with the wormhole that collapsed 700 years ago.

The unabridged mission writeup is here.

cetaganda
The Cetagandans are a notoriously tight-lipped bunch, but they're blowing away most of the smoke surrounding their wormhole science research. As has been alluded, they're currently working on a device to harness the phenomenon that brought all the exotics here in the first place, and hopefully find a way to send them all home with it. They invite any exotics with scientific expertise to a series of interviews about neurology, astrophysics, and mechanical engineering. None of the advisement they receive helps to solve one of their most critical problems -- that of generating a Necklin field to match the one that must have surrounded each exotic -- but it certainly puts them closer to their goal, particularly in the area of neurology, and they're hardly going to stop there. But it's clear that the mathematicians and astrophysicists on base don't have sufficient expertise to solve the most complex equations before them. But on the brighter side of things, in the interest of this scientific exchange, they're letting the lab techs help a little more beyond just grunt work.

Meanwhile, the genetics project that seems so strange and arcane to the exotic carries on, largely behind the scenes, although Diya is increasingly at odds with her husband and even some of her senior staff, particularly the precocious Amai ghem-Soren. But there is very real purpose behind it -- and far more than just one -- and Diya d'Zefyst is a woman of great ambition. And more than anything else, she is haut.

Unfortunately, the relative peace on base is abruptly broken when Daryl, Lakshmi and Wash all manage to escape in a wild breakout attempt on the 25th. York and Ratchet are left behind, and as a result, some of their privileges revoked. They're now being watched a little more closely as a result.

base
Overall, despite simmering tensions under the surface and the miserable weather, life on base seems to be going more or less smoothly around them. The Cetagandans have had some recent victories against the Barrayarans, so morale is high. Unfortunately, after the breakout they begin cracking down on security with the exotics -- going back to treating the exotics a little more like they did when they first arrived. They aren't under guard, but after the 25th, they are being watched.

They still maintain that insistent veneer of civility, however, breaking only in cases where they feel the need or security risk is significant enough. The ghem on base remain overall cordial and courteous to the exotics as they ever were, which is to say considerably and always with a touch of smug superiority. With her success at the party earlier this month followed by her performance in the moon-poetry garden, the often-sequestered Amai ghem-Soren is seen more around the base.

moon-poetry party
The moon-poetry party is about three hours long and steeped in ceremony, each participant taking their turn to recite. This is, apparently, not a recitation of one's own work, but rather selections of classical Cetagandan poems, and in so referencing something culturally ubiquitous, each makes a statement in its mere selection and juxtapositions. If you pay close enough attention, you might notice that each participant has very subtly coordinated their outfits to further complement the theme of their recitation. Although there is a definite dignity to the party, it doesn't take much to pick up on the fact that this is yet another arena ghem use to try and socially one-up one another. Among the participants are both the Chief Medical Officer Colonel Faro ghem-Naru and Doctor Amai ghem-Soren, whose performance was especially well-received, the theme apparently being something about subtle passions.

missions
The science interviews with the exotics go more or less well, although not quite so hopeful as the Cetagandans were hoping. They do, however, learn some things about FTL travel in other worlds as well as other kinds of neural implants.

On the evening of the 21st, York, Natasha and Kaidan accidentally bear witness to what is clearly some kind of travesty: clearly a human being, but both overgrown and underdeveloped, and exhibiting powers of hydrokinesis and psychic empathy, referred to only as a ba.

On the 23rd, Jasper, Lapis, Pearl and Darkstalker accompany some soldiers and a field science team to Riverfall village, coinciding with a visit from some outsiders and soldiers. They encounter some outsiders while there but also pick up a bit on what it is the Cetagandans are doing -- that the Necklin field problem still remains their biggest problem, and they've been getting conflicting orders from the higher ups lately.

The unabridged mission writeup is here.

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

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-04 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wash can see it, when the gears are turning in Miles' head, when he tries to puzzle it out, and god, this feels strange, another step further than he's usually used to going, but he just waits for him to make a guess. And a good one, at that.

A grimace. ]


-- All of them, really.

[ Even Carolina, in some ways, definitely York, but it might be clear from his exact reaction that Maine's seems to hurt him the most. A breath, and even with everything Wash has already said to him so far there's an especial conviction here, fierce, an unfettered kind of determination. ]

I won't fail them again.
shri: (» sparking up my heart)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-04 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Who was the last one to show this girl kindness? She blinks, seen and measured, brows furrowing lightly but by itself, it was impossible to tell what it by itself, meant. It could be nothing, after all, just a silence where they are both at odds at each other but... even so, it did not quite feel as though that.

No, it looks, hunted, pressed back where she doesn't think she's looked like that once the whole time they've done traded words like swords. Her hand presses up as she steadies herself, swallowing down on the cough that threatens. Later, later, she could afford to be sick later.
]

This war you speak of... how much will it cost?

[ Is it why you look like I have burned you? Is it why you are willing to accept what they say? Things will explain themselves, she supposes, one way or another. ]
dendarii: (solpadeine115)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-04 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He can sympathize with that too. If he can save his own family without screwing up the timeline, wouldn't he? If it was just a simple matter of never going home ...

He swallows thickly. ]


Do they know? What's going to happen?
protocol: (► anyway i am a man)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-04 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Never going home, and ensuring they don't either. That might be more difficult. For Wash, at least, it helps that he doesn't really have a home.

Carolina seems to be from near his own time, but not exactly -- he's yet to really figure it out, has been careful with it. York knows in pieces, knows most of it but not all of it, and god he wishes there'd been a better person to tell him about it than he. And Maine. Maine knows nothing. ]


In bits and pieces. [ He owes York the full truth, and that's part of why him being left with the Cetagandans hurts so damned deeply. Wash looks back at him, his expression grim. ] Not Maine.

[ Implicit, but clear, he'd really rather you not breathe a word of it to any of them, but especially Maine. ]
dendarii: (solpadeine107)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-04 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wash has all the leverage here, if he wants to think of it as such; there's no need, though. Miles knows damned well how important it is to be excruciatingly careful with this information. Even if Wash didn't have a deadly secret of Miles'. ]

I won't breathe a word. I swear it, my word as Vorkosigan.

[ And damn does it feel good to swear under his real name. Swearing as Miles Illyan is just inherently dishonest. ]
protocol: (► but before we get out of our club)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-04 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Apparently he has a riding instructor. Or by the sound of it, he's always had one, and he was just never entirely aware of it. Something about it might make him smile -- but apparently lessons are in order, and immediately Wash is listening with rapt attention. ]

The partnership between a horse and their rider always seemed like -- a special thing. [ But he speaks of it from a distance, clearly something he's heard distantly about rather than has any real feel for. They talk the same way about your weapons, about what you're taught to fly and pilot, but that's all so different from working with an animal, with some living, thinking creature. ] I've not really had much experience with anything like it.
protocol: (► recreation and forestry)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-04 01:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wash is very aware that he has all the leverage, and he will damned well use it if he feels like he has to -- but he'd rather not. He nods. He honestly was just going to stop there, to say just that much, but. ]

Before arriving on Barrayar, the last time I saw York was when I was assigned to scavenge from his corpse. [ A breath. He still won't explain Maine, but. ] In the years between our timelines, Maine's tried to kill me -- [ god, how many times? ] -- repeatedly.
shri: (» but if we go we go together)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-04 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She never liked to do things by halves - he'll learn that too, apparently. ]

It's as close as between you and your fellow soldiers. [ But at least he has heard of it, how much of course. Since he apparently has never touched them. Are the stories of cavalry just stories to her as the Mahabharat? The finding of the blackwater? ] If this army was equipped as it should be, you would have one that was your own alone, to train as you saw fit. But here, it is probably in your interest to become familiar with many of them. Take your time to get to know them, talk to the stable hands about how each of them behaviours. You'll never know whom your life will be depending on.
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 104)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-04 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah. Miles bows his head a bit. So they have something in common here - trying to save someone dead in their time. Miles hadn't known this part of his family personally before, but now that he does... ]

You and Maine become enemies? Or is it something else?
protocol: (► an email sent my boyfriend)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-04 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Not anywhere near that simple.

-- I fail him. [ He shakes his head, he won't explain more, but it might be clear from the way he does it and the slight sag of his shoulders that it's less about trust ( how many secrets have passed between them, now? ) and more about how this is -- a lot, at once, for him, about how it'll be difficult to explain. Another time. ] This is a chance I never thought I'd have. With any of them.
dendarii: (solpadeine30)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-04 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Another time, then. Miles opts to leave that particular beehive alone for the moment. ]

Let me know if I can help. Please.
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-04 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He nods. Of course -- that somehow seems understood between them, now. Wash has that leverage now, too, and he is far from above using it, but it's nice to know he won't have cause to. ]

There's others here, too. [ That he feels -- that he needs to protect, that he needs to do something about. Lakshmi. Maine's Lakshmi, Miles' too in a way it seems. Natasha, everything about her too familiar and close to home not to think of. And. Just looking at him, fairly critically for a moment, before adding on, ] And now, there's you.
Edited 2017-03-04 13:34 (UTC)
protocol: (► you can call my queen)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-04 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As far as the situation goes, that seems like a fairly light regret to have. Wash seems amused by that, though. ]

Why not? [ Doesn't seem like notes would be an impossible task. ]
dendarii: (solpadeine111)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-04 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sword and shield, after all. Miles is a particularly sharp one, with the advantage of knowing a hell of a lot more about this situation except for Duv and Byerly.

He blinks up at Wash, uncertain if he understood the man correctly. ]


Others who will help, you mean?
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-04 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wash might collect people to feel responsible for. It's a problem.

He shakes his head. ]


You shouldn't have told me any of this. [ While looking straight into his eyes, unflinching, unblinking, Miles doesn't need to hear that from him, damn well knows this wasn't a smart choice, even remotely. But. ] I won't make you regret it.

[ It won't be a mistake. ]
dendarii: (sawed-off maniac)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-04 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Of course it wasn't a smart choice. When it comes to making smart choices, Miles' record is middling at best. But ... he's not often wrong. And he's not wrong now, he can feel it.

He meets Washington's gaze with his own clear gray eyes. ]


Good. Thank you.
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-04 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He holds that gaze, for a few moments longer, long enough that in any other situation it might be uncomfortable -- but for Wash, it's another promise, another assurance. Finally, he nods, letting his eyes fall shut with a deep breath, a slow exhale, tipping his head back. ]

You should damn well hope I keep my word. [ A laugh, shaking his head, looking down again as he kneads his fingers against the corner of his temple -- not at Miles, but just at this, at everything that's just been said between them. ] Your life in my hands, huh?

[ This is a man he's essentially just met. ]
dendarii: (cunning plan)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-04 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He shrugs a bit, helplessly. Already knowing this is just utterly ridiculous. But here they are. ]

Take it as a compliment. You have a trustworthy look about you. [ He sighs, softly, and drinks the last dregs of the mead. ] But I mean that entirely literally. As I'm sure you can imagine.
protocol: (► anyway i am a man)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-04 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A trustworthy look. That's a new one, for Wash.

He'd ask, he'd press, just because he looks trustworthy doesn't mean he should've told him something so vital. Was it a gamble, in hopes of getting something in turn, information or a new ally -- or was it what Wash thinks it is, when he saw just how tired and worn he seemed, a look he recognizes in himself not that many years ago, that he'd just reached a point where everything had to break?

Wash just watches him empty the bottle, instead. ]


I can imagine. For your sake, I'll hope that judgment doesn't come just from the drink. [ A breath, and he pushes himself to stand. ] I need some air, Illyan.

[ Illyan, not Vorkosigan, a deliberate choice. Enough secrets, for one day, and a man like Wash who's spent his life lying so very carefully is more than overwhelmed by it. He already knows this is going to be another sleepless night. ]
dendarii: (034)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-04 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ No agenda to speak of. Just exhaustion and wear. Being tired of living neck deep in lies, with his family all around him and potentially waiting to kill him if he fucks up. He just wants to be Miles Vorkosigan again - or, barring that, Miles Naismith. He'd been in his cover so deeply before; he'd thought it would be easy to maintain here as well. But Ilyan has none of the swagger of Naismith to fall back on. All the challenges of being Barrayaran with none of his usual shelter ...

Much harder than he'd imagined. ]


Go on, then. I think I'm going to pass out.

[ Not actually denying that this was a drink-fueled decision, but ... eh. Enough for one night. ]
asafepairofhands: (human - hello)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-04 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Ratchet shivers slowly at the deliberate touch to the back of his palm, a long sigh easing out of him.

"Mmm," he says, not really an agreement, but not an argument either. "You could tell me what to do. And--well." He huffs a soft laugh, leaning his cheek into York's shoulder. "Don't know how to help you with that last, I guess."
protocol: (► i have no pants)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-04 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Let me know if you need help walking in the morning.

[ From a hangover, or the weight of his regret. Wash means it in good humor, just an attempt at some kind of levity -- but it's also a general offer. He'll help. In any way he can.

But right now, he's just going to head out of the tent and take a very, very long walk. Nice talking to you, Miles. Even with everything. ]
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-04 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course not, you only know how to make it worse." He turns his head and presses a kiss into Ratchet's hair, trying to keep his mind clean. "Kaidan didn't mind when I asked, but it's up to you who you want to learn on. Did you want to do that until dinner, then?"
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-04 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Logical, sure, but not what I would have wanted." He would have liked to tell his friends he was leaving, but then in a perfect world he wouldn't have had to leave. This was not a perfect world. "I'm guessing you have questions?"
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[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-04 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sorry, I guess." He grins. "But all right." Ratchet's still weary from captivity, from stunner hangover, from the interrogation, but he leans into that touch, soaking it up like a sponge, still a little surprised at York's easy acceptance of his explanation that he's apparently a fifteen-foot metal robot everywhere but here. He reaches up impulsively, turning York's head to kiss him, light and slow, lingering for a moment before he releases him.

"That sounds good," he says, feeling oddly weightless despite the circumstances of the last few days, relieved with his ability to finally be honest with York more than he'd even really expected.