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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.
mirrortide: (074)

[personal profile] mirrortide 2017-03-05 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"What exactly are we supposed to be looking for here again?" Some sort of wormhole device? She really doubts the people here even know what that is, much less what it'd look like.
pigsfeet: (arms of ANGER)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-05 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Daryl nods. "Get you that. Start tomorrow." He'll need something to do in this place, where he'll inevitably be cooling his heels under suspicion for unnumbered time. It will be good, he thinks, to fall into a familiar rhythm.
lovernotafighter: (Dude seriously?)

[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-03-05 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Bone saw. Sure. That's not intimidating at all.

Tucker watched her examining it, then sort of shoved that worry back because he swore she said vampires and...lycans? That's like werewolves, right? Fucking hell, where the hell did she come from, Planet Halloween? And more importantly: why did everyplace fucking suck so much?

But let's be real: those things didn't actually exist, sooo...maybe she was crazy? Yeah, that seemed a lot more realistic than full moon and talking bats, right?]


So...um... how'd you beat them? Silver bullets and stakes and sunlight? The old bullshit tropes? [Yeah, so maybe he wanted to see how far this psychosis went; maybe she'd have some good stories to tell over the campfire. Maybe he was just fucking nosy.] Did you eat a lot of garlic bread and, like, breathe on them?
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-05 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," York says with a huff, looking put out despite the fast penta. "Two people were murdered and I got shot and we were left behind. That's a mission gone sideways if I've ever had one go."
komarran: (no one ever listens to me)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-03-05 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
At home? [ That's... an odd question. ] Enough to get me through. Here I only have what's been given to me.
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-03-05 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Piotr rubs at his mouth, looking genuinely thoughtful, but his brows are knit. He lets out a breath and shakes his head, though he does look regretful.

"Do you know why there's no galactic level tech in my camp?"
symmetricks: (pic#10948817)

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-03-05 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
A great deal.

[ And as she speaks, the mechanical hand at her side curls into a light fist. ]

Nothing that is not worth sacrificing for peace and order.

[ She would not commit herself without a reason, without a promise of something better to come. She is not the naive fool this woman -- Lakshmibai, in the flesh, it still feels strange to even consider that -- believes her to be, and even now she pulls herself back up to her full height.

She will not show weakness. To anyone. ]
lovernotafighter: (TN - 1)

AND THEN HE HAD TO OPEN HIS STUPID MOUTH

[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-03-05 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
So, bonus: she hadn't pushed him off or decked him. In truth, he hadn't thought she would, but here her lips were soft and warm and fuck, he just wanted to drown out all the darkness and bullshit they had seen with the comfort of another person. Preferably a person who got it, one who hurt like he did. One he trusted.

He pulled back and looked at the pink of her cheeks, the fingers at her lips, and he smiled.

"Next, let's try an Australian kiss." And he needed to stop while he was ahead, but he kept going. He always kept going. It was a curse, one that included a little leer and an arch of his eyebrow. "It's like a French kiss, just down under."

But he didn't make a move to kiss her again, just squeezed her hand and started walking again. Kissing a princess, totally knocked that off his Bucket List. But the fact that it was Sonia? Well...

"Where to now?"
protocol: (► costs!)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-05 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Or left ahead.

[ A sigh -- a smile, though, genuine, as tired as it might be. ]

I appreciate it, though. I don't like being this out of place. [ Left unsaid, but implied, that he knows how out of place Duv feels, too. He sympathizes. ]
natalia_vdova: (she's a fire)

[personal profile] natalia_vdova 2017-03-05 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
She laughs at that, a curl of her lips into a grin, pressing down whatever sadness might have been there. A name that haunts her sometimes at nights, having seen him again, it hurts sharper than it has in a while. "Sounds fun. I probably have more than you might think. I even still have the scar from the first mission I ever went on," she admits with a smile. She'd been a child then, so determined to be the best as she negotiated where the lines were. They never quite broke her of that independent streak, no matter the blood on her hands.
komarran: (slightly interested instead of resigned)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-03-05 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He manages a small smile at the joke and nods. ]

I'll offer what assistance I can though we'll need to conduct it with care. [ The Barrayarans don't need to know how much he knows of their culture and history. ]
protocol: (► but before we get out of our club)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-05 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Mm. He gets that. ]

Probably not a good idea getting caught giving detailed information about everyone here, huh?
komarran: (how many icons are there of duv drinking)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-03-05 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
No, never mind that most of it has not happened yet.
protocol: (► the layers in the same)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-05 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah. That's probably bad, too. A heavy exhale, he nods. ]

Understood. [ He'll have to be careful about that notetaking too, probably -- he's in good enough graces with the Barrayarans as far as he can tell, but there's no reason to push that. A pause, and. ] Did you do much aside from your studies?
komarran: (nevermind still awful)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-03-05 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He raises a brow at that. Should he tell him about his current occupation? It's a far cry from academia. ]

Presently yes, [ he answers cautiously. ] My studies have become more of a hobby these days.
vorbratta: (stick my head up)

THAT'S A NARROW SAVE, DUDE

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-03-06 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia's face reddens, and she opens her mouth to tell him right off, because dammit, that was a vulnerable moment for her -- but then it's just a joke, and she softens and lets out a puff of breath. She squeezes his hand back and remarks, "I keep telling you, you're trying too hard. Points for creativity, but don't be so easy."

She raises an eyebrow back, smiling slightly, and gives his hand a little tug. She looks at the waterfall, frozen in its tracks -- beautiful, but it is really cold. "Let's go sit inside somewhere. Speaker Gura is letting us stay in his house tonight."
ghemsweetscent: (nutmeg)

[personal profile] ghemsweetscent 2017-03-06 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
That does get a little raise of Amai's eyebrows. Yes, she supposes a diplomatic ship would have a therapist on board, and a long term one at that. Amai's never had ship duty herself -- ghem women rarely do -- but she can imagine a few tensions that might arise.

"Who does your fleet serve?"
protocol: (► you can call my queen)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-06 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ You've withstood torture pretty well for an academic, Duv. He nods. ]

Was only curious. [ Not a direct question, though still an invitation to elaborate -- but easy enough for Duv to dismiss, if he'd rather not. Wash would get it. ]
komarran: (and another drinking icon probably)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-03-06 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
I know and I have reason to be cautious about how much information I give out, [ he replies, frowning. ]

They already have questions about my standing as a simple academic from Komarr.
lovernotafighter: (And another one bites the dust)

[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-03-06 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Tucker's list of annoyances was long at any given moment, and any of those perceived grievances would be normally correct. Well, except hairstyles because that was more of a Donut thing; Tucker tended to care just about the amount of clothes the women wore because shit, it was hard to tell what people looked like when they were piled under sixteen layers of clothing. Was it too much to ask for a bikini?

But today wasn't one of those superficial things for once; he was fired the fuck up as he slid into the kitchen tent and marched up to him, brown eyes narrowed a little. The urge to reach out and just grab something to eat came and went; later. He'd eat later after he was done yelling.

His arms crossed over his chest as his chin cocked up. "We can either talk about this here, or outside; it's up to you." As if he cared who was listening; Tucker wasn't the one who was going to get ass reamed. He at least gave him a moment to decide before he opened his mouth and started yelling.

"But what the fuck was up with you just wanting to fucking bail on him?!" As if he needed to explain who him was in this instance; they both knew. They both had to know. There could be only one person. "You just don't do that shit!"
protocol: (► but before we get out of our club)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-06 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ He nods, it's fine. He understands -- he understands more than most the value of choosing what secrets to keep. That Duv's trusted him with this much at all is something he already appreciates. ]

You've trusted me with plenty already. [ A pause, and. ] If there's anything you want to know about where I'm from, I'd tell you, but -- it's not exactly any use to you here.
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-03-06 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Piotr is beginning to feel that inviting Miles in on this interrogation was a mistake. No, not beginning. Definitely already feeling.

Vorhalas looks like he might retch where he's sitting, which would be unfortunate, because he can't lean over much. He looks beyond miserable. He knows that even if he'd given up Vorbataille right away, it wouldn't have bought him a quick death. Not from Piotr Vorkosigan. "You won't catch him," Vorhalas rasps, shaking. "He'll be long gone by now."

Piotr looks up sharply at one of his armsmen. He doesn't even need to speak -- the armsman just gives a quick nod and darts out of the tent.
durango: (listening)

[personal profile] durango 2017-03-06 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
"The United Federation of Planets." There's a pause before she adds: "It's an interstellar republic." It's important to her to establish that while there may be some similarities between her and the Cetagandans, she doesn't come from an empire, and that makes all the difference.
oldvor: (pic#10679796)

[personal profile] oldvor 2017-03-06 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Piotr gives him a nod in return. "Report to the mess officer when you return. Your service does not go unappreciated."
natalia_vdova: (unsure of you)

[personal profile] natalia_vdova 2017-03-06 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Natasha looks at Jasper with a tilt of her head, lips thinning slightly as she presses them together. "I'm not sure that he's coming. It's not like him to be late," she offers, which isn't exactly an answer. But, if Jasper hasn't come to that conclusion herself, Natasha isn't willing to suggest it when she doesn't know for sure. Yet.