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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.
pigsfeet: (im dead)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-24 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Which as Daryl looking at Duv like he were an alien artifact. "Shit," he says with something like humor. "Thought all the vegetarians were dead by now."
dendarii: (half pint of trouble)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-24 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Let's start over here. Ah, I remember this ...

[ He begins to describe animatedly, keeping his voice pitched low so as not to be immediately obvious as a time traveller. Pointing out what he knows about the town, what it will look like several decades from now. Like this, he can almost pretend he's actually home. ]
vorrutyer: (haughty (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ A shrug. ]

And why are you complaining about that? Your hard work means you're a decorated war veteran, a hero. Our mutie Lord Auditor. And I, sound of mind and body, am a debauched drunkard. I serve you, Miles, by making you feel even better about yourself. Had all the advantages and still ended up like this.
vorbratta: (i feel that fever running up again)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-24 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia looks delighted at the mere notion of the game, and she could use a bit of a distraction anyway, so she quite happily takes a seat on the bench, waving the bottle at Beth in beckoning to follow. It has the Vorkosigan insignia on the label, and the Vorkosigans -- well, the Vorkosigans make good wine, too.

"Oh, does that one count?" Sonia grins, not quite handing the bottle over.
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 223)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-24 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
That's hardly my fault. Same as if I'd screwed up all the advantages I have.
vorrutyer: (world-weary (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Dear man, do you hear me blaming you? You're the one comparing us. So: yes, well done, I fucked it up right and true. I genuinely do hope that it makes you feel even better.
durango: (listening)

η. Neurology Eta

[personal profile] durango 2017-02-24 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
As Deanna is ushered into the room, she studies the expressions of those on the panel, trying to gauge their state of mind. Her gaze lingers particularly on Lady Diya, her thoughts returning to both to their first conversation and what she overheard between Diya and her husband. The latter made her hesitate to volunteer for this inquiry, worried that she'd inadvertently give Diya whatever it was she was looking for out of the exotics, but the more Deanna can learn about their research, the better.

When she sits, she exchanges a glance with Kaidan. At least they've interacted on friendly terms so far. She watches the tea get poured, but she doesn't move to take any yet, instead simply offering the captain a polite nod. "That's correct. It's a pleasure to meet you now, ghem-Captain."
dendarii: (bg046)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-24 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
...

Obviously not, Byerly.
littlemissfutility: (09)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-24 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure," she says, waiting for Sonia to hand the bottle over. With that kind of a smile, Sonia seems as likely to snatch it away as hand it to her if she makes a grab for it. She doesn't really mind, but she's a little determined not to get tricked by a drunk girl. "So you'd drink, because you have."
littlemissfutility: (47)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-24 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
"You already met Rani," she says, mentally counting off who else is worth knowing. There are plenty of people she's seen but not spoken with, but most of them, she knows by sight. "Since she came back with you. There's a guy named Duv--they tortured him, but now they let him go where he wants. It's kind of weird."

Weird of the Barrayarans. She's never going to get over that decision, as nice as Duv is. "Everyone else...I don't know them as well. And the Cetas took some of them, too."
komarran: (one day i'll turn terrorist)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-24 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Byerly will find no reassurances or forgiveness. Duv may be willing to speak with the man and give him another chance to judge him outside of that context, but he can't forget it so easily. The man's presence already had him on edge as Duv watched Vorrutyer walk over to him. Why had he told Miles he would try this?

"Good day," he returns dryly. His posture remains tense as he watches Byerly, ready should the man act with any hostility. Barrayarans be damned, he will protect himself should it become necessary. "Miles Illyan has spoken of you."
protocol: (► mysterious as the dark long of a shoe)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-02-24 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
I wasn't born there, but there was a different war where I grew up.

[ The Great War, even. The one that threatened all of humanity. ]

It didn't really reach us until I enlisted, anyway. [ And the colony he grew up in was completely destroyed. Turning to look back at Byerly -- they've both exchanged a bit of information, now. Fair's fair. ] What about you?

[ Is Barrayar another one of those planets that's plagued with war all the time? He wouldn't be surprised. ]
pigsfeet: (artful staring icon no. 2)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-24 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
Daryl nods solemnly. "I know Duv. 'S my fault he's here." Which is something Beth deserves to know, but he's not quite sure he's in the mood to extrapolate on.

Ronny, meanwhile, is what they called that Indian queen. "Know the other one too."
komarran: (insert something dry and sarcastic)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-24 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Ha ha," he says flatly. He's fairly certain the Barrayarans think the same way presently. It won't be until Miles' adulthood that things really shift in the urban areas. "We grow our meat in vats. It's easier than hunting and trapping it."
pigsfeet: (im ambivalent on u (no homo))

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-24 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Daryl looks over his shoulder at Duv like he's just sprouted a second head. Only then does he realize Duv is being entirely serious. He looks back at the trap. "Think I'll stick to animals, thanks."
vorrutyer: (what a shitty grin)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
Be honest, now. Doesn't it? A little bit, at least. Go on, tell the truth.
komarran: (how many icons are there of duv drinking)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-24 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
"You don't have much of a choice and neither do I," he grumbles lightly. Food is food particularly in these conditions, but it doesn't mean he has to be pleased about it.
littlemissfutility: (48)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-24 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
"It is?" Duv didn't mention that, but he didn't have any reason to think he should. It's sad to think that she might have known about Daryl weeks ago--but then she would have wanted to go get him, and that probably would have ended badly.

So she thinks of Rani instead, looking so weak and weary in her med tent bed. "Something happened to Rani out there, didn't it?"
oldvor: (pic#10679826)

[personal profile] oldvor 2017-02-24 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Piotr's gaze flattens. Miles isn't exactly painting the most flattering picture of himself in this scene. "Were you arguing with your captain?"
pigsfeet: (please stop)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-24 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Daryl just shrugs. No, it turns out, he doesn't have the energy to get into it.

Better figure out this queen business. "Tortured her," Daryl says. "Like me. Threw us in the same hole to die in. The kid broke us out." And the kid isn't here. Beth can put it together. "Weren't for them, I'd still be there. Or dead." Certainly wishing he was dead.
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 105)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-24 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. When Piotr puts it like that... He's been terrible to all of his COs but he doesn't usually get them killed. Had it been real arguing? Miles is just so goddamn tired of being treated like half a person, especially when he's out trying to help.

"Not - as such. Advising." In other words, definitely arguing.
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 001)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-24 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
No, it doesn't.
oldvor: (pic#9429947)

[personal profile] oldvor 2017-02-24 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Help?" Vorhalas retorts, but the word turns to a wheeze as one of the officers gives him a good kick in the stomach. Piotr has, evidently, done what he wanted, not bothering to wipe the blood smeared on his fist. Vorhalas coughs, spasming. Piotr watches him coldly.

"We're not helping," he gasps. "We're killing this planet, Vorkosigan. Just stop, for the love of God, you miserable, hard-faced, heartless son of a bitch -- "

Piotr does the honors of kicking Vorhalas, ferociously, holding nothing back. God, he's tired of listening to Vorhalas sputter on. None of this is productive. If he has to listen to this pathetic excuse for a man prattle on, it had damn well better be useful.

The General gives a sharp nod to one of his lieutenants, who hauls a bucket of water in one hand and a cloth in the other. Piotr's voice is bitingly icy.

"As I'm sure you're aware, unfrozen water is rather at a premium right now. Do you have any idea how much wood it consumes just to heat a stockpot?" The question is entirely rhetorical, and Piotr presses onward. "I'd rather conserve as much as possible, Vorhalas, so I do hope you'll come to your senses quickly."
komarran: (slightly interested instead of resigned)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-24 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Not for the first time, Duv laments that he doesn't have any means of taking down notes with. Mental ones will have to suffice as he absorbs everything he can from Miles' chatter. It's not often that Duv is this willing to listen intently to a Vor speak and it helps that Miles is speaking his language. ]

You'll have to remind me to ask you more once we return home.
dendarii: (solpadeine107)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-24 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
He holds the flinch back better this time. Hardly a flicker in his eyes as he watches the traitor. He's silent for a moment as he watches his grandfather prepare to continue. Freezing water in this weather is worse than having fingernails removed. God, he hates the cold.

He has to do something to help here. But he's all silver tongue and no muscle. He's not about to step up and hit this man too. So what can he say to convince him?

"I'd listen to the general," he says after a moment, his own voice low. "He's not a patient man."