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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: (armpit hair of the rich & famous)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-25 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
He didn't expect Miles to actually take him up on the offer. Shit, now he has to rope Beth into it.

Daryl's quiet a long moment before answering, weighing the implications of Miles' words. Whatever he did, it was important to both of them. Maybe once, that would have mattered. "She tell you to tell me?"
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he h

[personal profile] for_art 2017-02-25 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
"You can hardly imagine," ghem-Naru says, a little dryly, but his expression remains largely neutral. "I believe you understand how this works, but if you have any questions, now's the time. Lieutenant, allergy check?"

The officer at Ratchet's right turns his arm over so he can prick a bit of the solution into Ratchet's forearm. Thirty seconds later, nothing has changed.

"No allergy, sir."
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-25 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, Sonia. He can only find it ridiculously endearing. Besides, there is something uniquely wonderful about local music in the middle of a proper Barrayaran party.

He has missed this. As terrible as the situation is now ... Yes, he missed this. "You don't get parties like this on ships, it's true." He looks a bit wistful in turn. "It's nice to be back in my home district. With my people." Said with fierce pride, of course. He's a Vorkosigan, after all.
asafepairofhands: (human - what the hell)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-02-25 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
Shit, Ratchet does not say aloud, his stomach churning, but he doesn't fight against the test, just watches it happen.

"Yes," he says instead, his eyes on Naru's face, suddenly alert since Naru is in a position to know. "York. He was burned--how is he? Was anyone else injured?"
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[personal profile] for_art 2017-02-25 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
"I meant about the fast-penta," ghem-Naru says a little flatly. "York has been treated. Two of our soldiers are dead. The ones who left base, I can't say. Do you have any relevant questions?"
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-25 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
That's what you get, Daryl. Miles is so desperate to be useful that he'll do just about anything, given a chance. Much to Piotr's dismay, it seems, but ...

Anyway. He looks a bit baffled at that question. "No," he says, shaking his head. "Of course not. But I am grateful anyway."
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-02-25 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
"No... it looked like a rock, but it was sharp." He holds up his fingers to indicate the size of the thing. "I don't know where he got it."
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[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-25 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, you belong here. It's still your home. It's in your blood. No matter how far you go, you'll always get to belong here." It is said with utter, unshaking conviction. Sonia smiles, wistful and fond. "You know, I think by now I've spent more time here than in my home district. It's...started to feel a little like home."
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[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-25 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Then don't tell me," Daryl says. "Ain't my business." Gee, that was kind of pointed. Whatever that weird flask was, it was clearly important to the queen. She said she'd die without it, anyway. It's probably some medicine she needs, that's the most logical answer. He doubts it's of any significant consequence beyond that, but the principle stands. Look at him, Miles, keeping his nose out of shit that doesn't concern him.

But anyway, "you don't gotta thank me for nothin'."
asafepairofhands: (human - fffffff)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-02-25 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
Ratchet jerks slightly, his face paling as he looks up at Naru, shock clear in his eyes before he can control his expression.

"Dead? How--" he says before the image of Daryl, grim and spattered with blood, blossoms unbidden in his mind's eye. His jaw tightens and he hisses out a breath. Well no wonder they're being properly interrogated. Hell.

"No further questions," he says, his voice clipped, but he isn't meeting Naru's eyes anymore.
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[personal profile] for_art 2017-02-25 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Son of a bitch. He's sure ghem-General Zefyst isn't going to be thrilled to hear about this. They've been trying damned hard enough to keep things civil with the exotics.

"Fantastic. You were hoping to avoid casualties, then?"
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-02-25 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I was. We had it timed so we wouldn't run into any patrols, wouldn't have to hurt anyone. But Lakshmi wouldn't go without Daryl and it put us behind schedule." That's where it had gone wrong, it had to be. They'd planned so carefully.
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-02-25 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
Daryl is certainly set apart from the others in his demeanor alone, and oddly, it vaguely reminds Piotr of the Dendarii hillfolk. He gives Daryl just as much a scrutinizing as he's getting. Wheels indeed.

Piotr isn't an especially striking man. He's of average height for a Barrayaran at around six foot even, mostly solidly built but tending toward lean. Not particularly attractive, either. But he commands a hell of a presence.

"I know your name. I know you helped free Rani. And I know you're an outsider, not from this world." Piotr gives him a level look. "If there's anything else you feel I should know, you might as well just say it now."

He really doesn't deal in bullshit.
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[personal profile] for_art 2017-02-25 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Ugh.

"Your sole objective was to get Rani out?"
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-25 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, right. She's a Vorbarra, of course. And not a Vorkosigan for that matter; he's just so used to thinking of her as his great aunt that he'd forgotten that part.

"It's in your blood too," he says. "Even if it's not your district. With Olivia being married to my - general, and all." He almost said grandfather there. God, this alcohol is definitely getting to him. "There's nothing wrong with having multiple homes, anyway. I have many as well."
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-25 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Beth watches, amused, then takes the bottle and pours herself a cup. One cup, and then she's done. The sip she takes of the wine is small, more considering than anything. "It's better than moonshine," she tells Sonia, and then, grinning, "I've never had wine before this. Except at church."

And obviously that doesn't count, because it was symbolic, it didn't taste very good, it wasn't an every-week kind of thing--and most of the time she skipped it, knowing her father did as well. She's never had wine like this before.
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-02-25 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
York shakes his head. It wasn't that simple. "No... we needed to leave, too. We have friends on the other side."
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[personal profile] shri 2017-02-25 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ To have him here - it cheers her a great deal. Enough to draw her out where she feels it so easy to curl into herself for a time. Says nothing when he brushes against her hair, the streaks of grey through it. Her hair is thick, and at the moment, unravelled over her shoulder where it hadn't been kept neatly in her sleep. ]

Do I? Any chance it might mean these soldiers will stop grumbling about a woman in their ranks if they think that?

[ Her own attempt to reassure him, she's fine, now. ]
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-25 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," she agrees, a sort of thank you without the words. She's not really sure she believes it yet--not that she thinks she was terrible, but it doesn't quite feel like it happened. Singing, backed by a real band, featuring a fiddler who clearly knows what he's doing, entertaining a group of complete strangers... Once, maybe she would have dreamed of something like this, though even then, she'd have known it wasn't likely to happen. But it did, in a small, rowdy kind of way, and she's still a little breathless.

And laughing at Byerly anyway, in a kind way. The kind of way that's meant to say you're being ridiculous, but right now, I don't mind you a bit. It's a strange sort of truce they've come to; she doesn't want to think too hard about it. "Your thirties aren't old. Come back in twenty years."
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-25 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ It works well enough. He's cheered by the joke, enough to smile again. ]

Unfortunately, given the prejudices around here, that's unlikely. Idiots, all of them.

[ He eyess that mess of hair idly, wondering if he might offer to rebraid it for her. Much like their first meeting. ]
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[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-25 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
A warmth comes over her at Miles's words, and she just smiles. It's an embracing feeling, a feeling she could stand to bask in for a little while. She turns her smile on Miles and holds out her hand.

"I want you to tell me about all of your homes," she says, "but we had better either go dancing or sit down while you do it." She's looking a little wobbly there.
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-25 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Good." It's all the explanation she needs for now, anyway. She'll ask Rani--a little less directly, probably just to see how she's feeling--and that'll be that. I hope she can still fight. "She's a good person. I'm glad she's back."

And then, a little wry, she adds, "She thinks I'm an orphan."
dendarii: (half pint of trouble)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-25 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
He takes it gladly and follows. "Dancing, definitely," he says with a grin of his own. "I'll swap one of my homes for a story about one of yours."
Edited 2017-02-25 02:36 (UTC)
shri: (» so let them say we won't do better)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-25 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ She doesn't bother to watch Dixon electing to take the trophies. But good - the more of their soldiers dead. At least she could tell the Count that much. Without knowing anything else about what his plan might be, she offers her only thought to the motion. ]

Try to wound them seriously, if not kill. Wounded men use more resources than dead ones.

[ A little twitch of disgust for them, any of them. How she'd felt for the United India Guards transfers as easily to this here and now.

After that, the rest goes simple, she drops low, her breath straining where she's still in pain, but she's moving and she will not complain, now or ever. Rather she falls into step beside Daryl, moving up as they do. The soldiers don't have anything useful on them, so far as she can tell. A sword she might be good with, even a gun, but not these. These weapons were beyond her knowledge.

The second they stop, she's quickly shoving her face into her shoulder to keep her cough quiet. Knows how this go, and after all, she got in here, didn't she? Up until it went to hell, and she would get back out.
]
shri: (» that you know by name)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-25 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ She looks down - and she had lectured Zahal on just what she felt about Barrayaran standards when it came to women. ]

I am sure they've plenty to say that my first mission and I managed to be captured.

[ Cringes even saying it, her pride is only hurt some, in the end it had been to protect Maine, to that she did not care what had happened to her. ]