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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.
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-04 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Beth glances up from Moonfire, regarding Wash with curiosity. He seems capable, as well as good-natured, at least from this experience. (That's no guarantee he is, of course, after twenty minutes of talking to him, but he really seems nice.) And he's clearly interested in learning the weapons here.

So she asks the inevitable question, latching the stall door behind her as she does. "Why not?"
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-04 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Welp. Should have seen that question coming -- and he did, to an extent, but he's less prepared to answer than he hoped he would be. He hesitates slightly, a fraction too long.

"I think she might rather I leave her alone, for a while."
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-04 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Weary and surprised could describe both of them, York still trying to wrap his mind around the other man's confession. He's impressed by Ratchet's easy acceptance of his own, as well -- he'd expected to lose his friend at least for awhile. The fact that he hadn't was not only a surprise but a massive relief, and when Ratchet draws him down he kisses back gratefully, chases after his mouth when he pulls away. It's only the click of the door as a soldier comes in for a workout that has him sighing and straightening up, smiling ruefully. It is the middle of the day, after all. He can be patient.

"I'll meet you back in the barracks, there's someone I need to find."
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-04 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh." That moment of uncertainty, combined with the way he steps carefully around an answer, says everything his words don't. It's a long story. Or maybe, Please don't ask me more.

And she doesn't have to--it doesn't take an explanation to understand that something went down with them--but she wouldn't even if she was lost. He didn't ask about home. She won't ask about this.

Looking for something light she can answer with, she comes up with, "I'm still gonna hold you to that duel."
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-04 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Beth's motionless for a moment, watching Rani gesture to the space on the bedroll next to her. And then, giving a little shrug, she moves over, taking up that little space beside Rani.

It feels almost like sitting next to Maggie. Not quite like Mama--nothing's going to bring back her mother, nothing will ever be like her again, but Maggie survives. No matter what she comes up against, Maggie lives on. And that makes it easier to see her in others, tough and kind in equal measure. She has to stop herself from settling her cheek against Rani's shoulder.
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[personal profile] komarran 2017-03-04 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He holds up a hand and shakes his head. ]

You need not worry. Though I may come to you if I find myself with a hole needing to be repaired.
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[personal profile] komarran 2017-03-04 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He raises a brow at Wash. It feels fairly obvious why he can't given how his arrival went down. ]

I'd rather not have the Barrayarans asking why I'm taking meticulous notes over the details of their camp.
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[personal profile] mirrortide 2017-03-04 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately for everyone, Lapis sucks, so she gives a less than satisfactory answer. "John Travolta." She doesn't know who that is, but she's heard the name thanks to TV.

Also as a Gem she doesn't understand that human names are Gendered (???).
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-04 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Is that what this is about? York tilts his head, then shakes it. She's wrong -- if anything the Cetagandans are the only ones who could help them get home, but at this point he doesn't even know if he can go home. It's not his priority. But that's not any of her business. What he says instead is, "I do, actually. And I'll help as much as I can while I'm here. For everyone's sake."
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-04 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
York knows that look, and that tone, but instead of looking flustered or happy she's figured him out, he simply looks sad. His gaze drops to their hands, so that he doesn't have to look at her face when he thinks about how he betrayed the woman he loved. "Just a friend. And honestly, maybe not even that much anymore, but I have to find out."

It's easier to talk about his injury, about the care he's getting and how long it'll be before he's at full strength and they can plan another escape. "It helps that it hurts like hell," he tells Natasha, mouth quirking. "There's only so much you can fight through before you have to acknowledge that you're screwing yourself up worse, you know?"
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-04 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not sure blending other species with humanity is the best idea... the only experiment I've seen since getting here didn't go so well, but who knows what the hell she was really doing." That thing seemed human but who knows if Diya had blended in something else? Which brings up another question. "You... you're not usually human, are you? You're like that blue girl, Lapis?"
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-04 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
The feelings in his mind continue as the three figures move on and the creature is trapped at the end of the next hall -- York doesn't dare peer around the corner to watch but he does creep closer to hear, watching the water run across the tile floor in rivulets.

"Stun it!"

"I -- I don't have a stunner!"

Diya's response is garbled in the subsequent crackle that sounds very little like stunner fire. A nerve disruptor, York thinks, she's killed it. There's a final clatter and thud, and then the hall is quiet save for the slow drip of water and distant heavy breathing. When Amai's voice emerges again, it's shaky, bordering on angry.

"The inhibitor sequence -- "

"This had nothing to do with the inhibitor sequence," hisses Diya. Their voices echo strangely around the corner, sliding off the wet floors. "This was a failure of design."

"Design," repeats Amai in a choked voice. "This was function without form -- this isn't what the ba are for, Lady Diya!"

"The ba are loyal servitors," comes Diya's taut voice, chilled. "And they serve us even in death."

York turns back to Kaidan and Natasha, pointing down the hall they way they came. They have to go back, before the women go back to the gene lab and spot them in this hall. They slink back to the main R&D area, and with the door closed safely behind them York looks to Kaidan. He's done the most research on the Cetagandans, maybe he'd heard the term before. "What are 'ba'? Were they in your reading?"
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[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-04 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"You sure ain't dying no more." He suspects, from Miles' rather pointed commentary, that the vial he gave her was more meaningful than he knew. He also knows he doesn't want to know. Maybe once before, it would have been important, but now? He has his own secrets. They'll both keep them in turn.

So he lets the subject drop.

"Gotta thank you," he says, maybe a little more softly. "Beth don't need looking after." A pause. "Good that you did, though."
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[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-04 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"You made her promise," he says, tasting the words. He thinks about it. Miles had been big on that too. I gave my word. It makes sense, in a way. "What'd they say? Give it to me exact."

That's how it always works, in stories. The Devil stays in the lines, but everybody else always forgets the finer details but him.
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-04 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Um." That takes some thinking. It's not as simple as the countess laying out the deal. Beth was the one who'd set the terms, and Olivia had agreed to them. Which means--which means she'll have to set them out for Daryl, too. And unlike the countess, he's not going to keep politely quiet if he doesn't understand the why. "I told her I wouldn't kill anybody for her--not unless I thought they deserved it. She said she'd keep that promise. Her word as a Vorkosigan."

Which Daryl might not respect, but Beth's pretty sure it's a big deal to say that. If it wasn't, the countess wouldn't have made such a big deal out of Beth wanting to know if she could renege on the agreement.
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[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-04 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Daryl neither understands nor misunderstands. He thinks he gets it, which is his own sort of success. He's surprised by the maturity of the request, impressed, and doesn't, strictly, disapprove. He wouldn't want to have Beth killing on Princess Bitch's orders, honestly. He doesn't want her killing at all, not unless she has to.

Whatever happened to her in that hospital changed her, he knows that. She seems to have come out of it stronger than he'd ever guessed. Something like pride wells up in him. She'll outlive him. He'll make sure of it.

Gently, softly, he touches her shoulder. It's only for a second, and then he's stood, the moment passed. "Good," he says. "You ain't nobody's soldier." Remember that.
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[personal profile] shri 2017-03-05 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
That part at least is easy, she nods to him with an easy acceptance of the words, fiddling with a thread as she knots it at a point to make sure the thread didn't slip too much in wear and tear, and then keeps on going.

"She doesn't." A happy agreement on that point. "She just needed some time to learn a different set of rules. I was happy to make sure she could do that as safely as possible."
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[personal profile] shri 2017-03-05 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ She tilts her head back in a brief bright laugh, content with that. ]

If I knew how few of you could sew yourselves I would have opened business for myself the day I arrived.
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[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-05 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
Daryl snorts, unable to stop himself. "She don't gotta get married, either." That gets out before he can stop it, and he hopes it doesn't sound... he doesn't know. Weird? Byerly had thought he wanted to screw the poor girl, which is a circumstance he wouldn't wish on anyone. Luckily, Daryl is ironclad sure that the queen is smarter than goddamn Byerly.
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[personal profile] shri 2017-03-05 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
She might be smarter than Byerly but oh does it beg some teasing. "Oh? Does she have a beloved already?" She does her very best to keep her face perfectly straight but there's a smile that she does her best to smother down before it creeps up on her.

He's not too old, she supposes, then again she's not the best judge for that or so she'd been informed. She apparently got married far younger than most people by Miles' reaction to her words.
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[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-05 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
Daryl gives her a dry look. "Yeah," he says, "two dead ones."

That is, after a moment, probably not his place to mention. Beth, he knows, wouldn't appreciate it in the slightest. Shit, she'll be pissed. But then, at least, he'll deserve her anger. He'll take it. It's what he gets for talking before he thinks.

(And, shit, he liked Zach. He was a good kid. Never knew Jimmy, but he liked talking to Zach, liked how the kid mooned over Beth and sighed when she walked by. He shouldn't have died, especially not like the way he did.)
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[personal profile] shri 2017-03-05 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
She might stop herself, but Lakshmi has no interest in it, her arm slips up and around, soft against Beth's hair and tugging her in close so she can kiss her temple. Firm, sure, anchoring. Affection this open that she wouldn't spare to most, true enough, but in this it is the only thing that matters.

"The memories never get easier, but it's important to have them." Tucks her into her side, her fingers finding her hair and drawing through it slowly. "I dream of my home, every time I sleep." Doesn't add, that those dreams turn to smoke and screaming and horror in the battle that was the last time she ever saw Jhansi. But for a time, it was peaceful.
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[personal profile] for_art 2017-03-05 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Four million years. Good God.

"So Cybertronians are an inorganic species?" Not totally unheard of by now, with the Gems.
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[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-05 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. Less of us now, after the war, but we're rebuilding. Doing okay, mostly. We don't usually really get along with organics," Ratchet says in a confiding tone. "But I think you guys are all right."
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[personal profile] for_art 2017-03-05 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
Ghem-Naru actually frowns at that. "No, it wasn't. She wouldn't tell us either. We would have helped her if she'd told us."

But now they're drifting off topic. "Did your operation go according to plan?"

He knows, of course, that it didn't, but a reaction might yield something interesting anyway.