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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.
vorrutyer: (world-weary (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, I am. Honestly, dear Miles, maybe you just have an incorrect view of town clowns.
dendarii: (cunning plan)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-24 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
You seem very determined that I not take you seriously.
protocol: (► once you have a soul)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-02-24 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Byerly's certainly a talker.

Vorrutyer's a family name, then, and apparently Barrayar's a place where that matters. Fair enough that he has no holdings of his own, but it doesn't explain why he's here rather than there. Unless he wants to fight, he supposes, wants to do his part -- Wash can understand that. ]


You don't seem like that much of an outsider to me if you're from around here, other than the fact that you're stuck in the same tent as the rest of us. [ Not a direct question, just a prompt, curious. Wash doesn't usually like to pry too much, respects people's privacy, but Byerly seems perfectly willing to talk. ]
vorrutyer: (confused)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Why are you so determined to do otherwise? I don't understand why you're so insistent that a town clown who rats on his friends for money is better than the usual breed.
littlemissfutility: (64)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-24 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Not exactly." God, she'd really like to have good news for him. She thinks back hastily, to conversation after conversation. Did she tell Rani? Did she tell Arthur? Does it matter, when Arthur's gone anyway? The answers are all no, as far as she remembers, but Daryl's gonna be fit to be tied if he finds out she forgot somebody. He's mad enough already at everyone she's remembered. "There's a woman named Zarya--you'll know her if you see her, she has pink hair. And...I think that's it."

And then, because she can't resist, she fixes him with a look that's a little too sullen for its own good right then. "Did you tell anybody?"
dendarii: (no shit)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-24 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
Do you believe that?
vorrutyer: (punchable intensity)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
That I'm better than them? No. I truly do not.
littlemissfutility: (08)

party stuff, sort of

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-24 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Eventually, parties start to wind down, and sometimes that's the best part of them. The music gets dim in the background, you stand or lounge around, and it's so late that everything seems special. It's like you're keeping a secret from the real world, up so late.

And that's when Beth and Sonia fall in together for something other than raucous dances and thumping music.

"We could play a game," Beth offers. She's holding yet another cupful of mead, studying it thoughtfully. This far behind everyone else, it can't hurt too much to have a drink, could it? She'd just end up buzzed, where everyone else is falling down drunk, and it wouldn't make much difference in the long run. She hopes, anyway. She's been able to stay away from the nightly rounds of liquor without too much longing. She could probably do it again. "Do you know 'Never have I ever'?"
dendarii: (cunning plan)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-24 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
Doing something with your life is a little bit better.
vorrutyer: (explaining everything (badly))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Everyone is doing something with their life, Miles. It's simply that some people are doing things with their life that you feel comfortable judging.
pigsfeet: (the flashlight chew icons are v importan)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-24 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
Zarya. Okay. Daryl makes note of that, some lady with pink hair. The afterthought with which Beth says it make Daryl suspect it was something muttered quickly, without much emphasis; it's not something to fret over. Not much, anyway.

But fair's fair, and she offered up her best truth for him. He ought to do the same.

He stops pacing, and leans back against a tree with a nearly equal amount of sullenness. "Yeah," he mutters. "First day. Some kid said he hadn't been to Earth in a while. Said he wasn't missing nothing."
Edited (sigh.) 2017-02-24 02:06 (UTC)
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[personal profile] eugengineer 2017-02-24 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
"I can only imagine," Diya murmurs, more or less sympathetically, but her face is still mostly an impassive mask. "That must be a very difficult transition indeed."

Natasha's temperament is interesting. Certainly not out of line with her genetic modifications -- it's clear that she was made to be an agent of some kind. It isn't as though there aren't similar practices in the Nexus, although they're more likely to be found on the capitalist depravity that is Jackson's Whole than Cetagandan.

"As I said, we are still yet early in our research. The modifications were quite extensive, and postpartum gene therapy is not something customarily deal with. Any modifications to genetic crosses are done at conception -- in vitro, at the latest. Whether we can reverse the effects of your presumed trip through the wormhole remains to be seen, and requires further study."
shri: (» oh I'll leave you for dead)

also d :V

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-24 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
The minute they're back in camp, she brushes off any inclination or offer to rest immediately. Doesn't have time for that, who ever does? Rather when the first soldier that approaches them asks what has happened, where she's half slung over Daryl's shoulder is given barked questions that are the edge of orders. Her voice catching, digging - where is the Count, is he in his tent, is he free? Well, boy, he had best go and find out, hadn't he? Because that's where she's taking them, isn't she? Go on then, hurry up, get to it. Do they look like that have all night?

It might be more impressive if her voice wasn't croaking a whisper up the back of her throat. Straining like it hurt her to do half that much. Soon, soon, she can stop moving soon. Eyes shutting every so often in pain but never complains, never going to waste her breath on something as trivial as that.

She hopes Piotr forgives her for sitting without invitation when they do manage to get to see him. Sliding into the chair across from his desk. A brief in nod of thanks to - well all of them. Maine, Miles, Washington and Daryl. A politeness she can manage. They'd proven themselves to her in the only way she cared about, and she would do what she could now for them. Without hesitation and pause, ( things she would not voice, but would be there now, always, hers to protect, to care for, whatever patronage meant when she's a throneless queen and a woman too old and a half breadth away from being treason on a planet she's apparently elected to get herself half killed for, it would be theirs first and foremost. )

But for now, she looks at the Count and tries to come up with, something to summarise it all, but there's a lot there, isn't it? Best to simply... start then.

Damn, she was getting too old for this. "Count, I must beg your indulgence for my absence at your and your wife's side. The Cetagandan's extended to me an invitation I felt it rude to refuse."
vorrutyer: (god honestly what is this guy's face)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Byerly is laughing - wildly, not wholly sanely - as Daryl aims wild blows at him. He doesn't stop even when the man's foot hits his chin. He only pauses momentarily, shaking his head to clear the stars from his vision, before he climbs upwards, using his grip to work his way up to sit on top of him.

"You," Byerly declares, leaning his full weight on the man, grabbing for his arms to pin them down, "are fucked." Which is, in essence, what he was saying before. It's just a little simpler now.
dendarii: (no shit)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-24 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
There ought to be more than just carousing.
vorrutyer: (shaaaahhhhts)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Goodness. Why on earth did I think you looked down on me?
vorrutyer: (genuinely affectionate?? nah)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. God. He can't bear to listen to that tremble in her voice. His throat closes, in grief, in guilt. You piece of shit, Byerly. You piece of shit.

He does the only thing he can think of, then. He reaches out and grabs her, and draws her in close. He is Byerly Vorrutyer, and therefore practiced at embraces, but this is...a different sort of embrace. Nothing sexual about it. No caresses. Instead, it's sentimental and soft, a grasp of comfort and adoration instead of a grasp of seduction. He strokes her hair gently, and presses her against his chest.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs. "I just...can't. It's not something I'm capable of. It's not something I...deserve."
littlemissfutility: (30)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-24 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
It had been such a moment of confusion, trying to figure out what people in Siberia had done about walkers, only to realize that Zarya had no better idea than she. But it wasn't the kind of conversation that moved as deeply as the ones she'd had with Byerly. It wasn't much at all.

"Who?" she asks. She knows she's needling him a little, demanding the details, but she's genuinely curious, not just vengeful. It's all too easy to picture Daryl taking pity on somebody and trying to steer him right, against his better judgment though it might be.
vorrutyer: (whimsical (but smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
Curious thing, isn't it?

[ That's all he offers. Instead of elaboration, he just turns a wry, teasing smile on Wash and says: ]

Do tell me about yourself, dear man. Where are you from? What are your great loves and great hates?
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-02-24 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wash recognizes Daryl, isn't entirely sure about having him along, but that glance shared between him and York says everything -- there's not much choice in the matter. He knows the one in Lakshmi's voice, knows that she means it when she won't leave without him, and he and York aren't leaving without her.

He's already moving, already at the door, counting in his head. Cetagandan patrols are fairly precise, not enough to time perfectly but they keep to their routes strictly enough, and the extra time they just spent freeing one more person than planned is going to throw them off slightly, but it's nothing that Wash can't account for. He lifts a hand, a signal for them to wait, just a bit longer before it'll be the safest time for them to move out into the hall, but when he looks back at them Daryl is moving right for the unconscious guards.

Daryl pulls something from his clothing, some kind of weapon, Wash doesn't see it but he sees him slit their throats. He and York had talked about this, about whether or not they can trust the guards they take out to stay down, but in the end they'd concluded that they'd still rather not kill people unless they have to and they'll be out of there easily enough. He doesn't have any real objections to what Daryl does, it's probably safer this way, anyway, in case they wake up and sound an alarm, but then Daryl cuts off one of the guards ears.

Unnecessary. It reminds him of people taking trophies, in the battlefield, pieces of alien armor hanging from their belts. But he doesn't know this man, now isn't the time to voice his disapproval, and at the very least it's assurance enough that he probably knows how to fight, if it comes down to it. He and York could probably cover for Daryl to escape with Lakshmi if they had to. A glance at York, back to Daryl as he stands after pocketing his prize. ]


York's got our six, so you're going to help her. [ Gesturing at Lakshmi -- it isn't really an order, but Wash's tone doesn't leave much room to argue. ] Stay close. Patrols are close enough together that if we get caught by one, that might be all it'll take.

Ready. [ Not a question, a statement, still running that count in his head, one hand raised, curled into a fist, a signal to hold and wait. Three, two, and he's gesturing them forward with him, staying low as he moves, eyes trained forward, trusting York to have their backs. So far, so good, and when they get to Ratchet standing watch at the corner Wash reaches up to tap him on the shoulder, not saying a word, a signal: we're here, we're behind you.

A few minutes late. Hopefully it won't cost them. ]
dendarii: (eidetics 58)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-24 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hang on. It takes him a moment ... but realization dawns after a moment. ]

Well - it just - there's nothing wrong with carousing. In moderation.
pigsfeet: (cool loner type)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-24 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Daryl has been fighting his whole life. Usually, it's against men bigger and stronger than him. Merle sure had the weight advantage. His father- no, he doesn't want to think about that. But the fact of the matter is, this is an odd, new experience for him, and he only pieces it after he's landed a few blows. Slowly, he realizes Byerly is using his own strength against him. It's like quicksand. The more you struggle, the more you sink.

So he tries to go still, trying further to ignore the shame that knits in the back of his mind at lying prone under this snake of a man. This is a shameful state of affairs. It hurts Daryl's pride in a very real way, and he'll remember it for a long time. But for now? He pants into the snow, staring daggers up at this so-called Vor.

"I ain't gonna kill you," he says, "'N you ain't gonna kill me. So get it over with."

He'll strike back when he can, intending to take a page from Byerly's book, and live in the counter-strike. He won't kneel, he won't beg, but he isn't above pretending to be beat.
vorrutyer: (explaining everything (badly))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
If we must qualify it - in moderation - then clearly there is something wrong with it from your point of view, Miles.

[ He gives a small sigh. ]

Look. I'll not deny that many of my breed are perfectly loathsome. There are many who use their Vor status to abuse and take advantage of the people cowed by their names. But plenty of you military boys do the exact same thing.
pigsfeet: (rip my ability 2 feel feelings)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-24 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Daryl shakes his head. "Just some kid. Had a screwed up eye, talked in his sleep. Broke us outta our cell." He looks away from Beth.

York, his name was York, and he'd saved Daryl's life, probably. He'd run with them, breathless through the fields. He'd had a panic attack at midnight. He'd always been kind, friendly, smiling gently. He'd been separated in the firefight outside the compound.

"Probably dead now."
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-02-24 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ Not quite so forthcoming anymore, then. Fair enough. He'll take note of that. ]

Not this -- Nexus. [ It's clear that word is unfamiliar to him, too. He'd learned it from Duv. ] The planet I was from before ending up here was called Chorus. Not the nicest of places.

[ He wouldn't say that's where he was from, but well, close enough. ]