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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.
stompadour: (???)

[personal profile] stompadour 2017-02-28 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Jasper just... stares at her, not comprehending. "It felt incredible," she says. "We were so strong, we... Didn't you like it–? I know you did. You enjoyed being in control. Why would you care how I felt?"
Edited 2017-02-28 18:02 (UTC)
vorrutyer: (attentive)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-28 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh?" He speaks a little cautiously. "And...What did you think about, precisely?"
vorrutyer: (intense (but smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-28 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm.

[ He stretches a bit. ]

I assume - knowing what I know about Cetagandans - that it was being run by quite a few ghem and at least one ex-haut. I'm sure I heard the ghem's name being batted about. Zefyst...?
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-28 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"I like all kinds of stories." Life and death, love and war, stories told and stories sung--especially with so little to do here once the work's done, stories make a difference.

And she thinks, maybe, that Rani could use a story or two, herself. The way she looks at Beth when she asks looks hopeful. It can't be easy to shoot here and wait to get better, even with uniforms to mend. "Do you?"
stompadour: (NO???)

[personal profile] stompadour 2017-02-28 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Jasper bristles. "I can handle this myself," she says indignantly. "It's just face-paint."
protocol: (► uhhh goodbye)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-02-28 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wash had learned what he could about Cetagandan culture while he was there, tried to immerse himself ( which he still mostly regrets ), and he still has some trouble around the words -- but thankfully, when it comes to just pure memory, Wash has always done well. ]

Lady Diya.[ D'Zefyst. That was the whole name, wasn't it. ] What does the name matter?

[ Specifically, to Byerly. ]
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-02-28 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'd rather that, yeah." He'd deal with pretty much anything if it would protect Ratchet from something like vivisection, though he doesn't think the Cetagandans would go there. They have enough imaging tech they can see inside people without having to cut them open. And York's pretty sure that anything odd would have been caught already. Those medical exams were... thorough to say the least.

He shrugs. "It's just a question. We must all seem really immature to you." Even if he still hasn't really processed five and a half million years. "Anyway, where'd your kind come from, if you're inorganic? Someone must have created you, right?"
asafepairofhands: (human - grump)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-02-28 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Ratchet snorts a laugh, shaking his head. "Not how it works. I serve on a ship of what is effectively about two hundred screaming drunk primary school students, all of whom are equipped with guns we can't take away from them. Age does not bring wisdom, unfortunately for the recidivism rate of my medibay."

He stiffens a little, his mouth thinning, but he had told York to ask.

"No. Nobody 'created' us. We're our own species--we just happen to be inorganic. There's a fairly complex technical explanation for how we're born, if you want to call it that, but we are. We're alive, we feel pain, and we die. I've lost enough patients in four million years to know that much."
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-02-28 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"I guess not, we've just got way more of a gap than I thought. You don't mind?" He doesn't actually care. What he does care about is that he clearly rubbed Ratchet the wrong way with his question about inorganic life.

"But how?" The concept just doesn't exist to him even if he wants to understand. "Sorry, we don't... have anything like that, that I know of. All the life we've encountered is organic. I didn't mean--" He waves his hand, frustrated. He knows Ratchet's alive, even if not the how.
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[personal profile] mirrortide 2017-02-28 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Jasper, that's not..." Her fingers dig into the skin of her arms, and she can't help but look away from the other Gem. "I know I liked it. I shouldn't have. What I did to you... It wasn't right. I was angry, but that doesn't mean I should have taken it out on you."

It did feel good though, to have someone trapped and bound to her for a change. Enough that it cycles back into the guilt.

"Don't you hate me for it?"
vorrutyer: (hmmmmm not bad)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-28 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, it doesn't, really.

[ He shrugs. ]

Just curious. Some of their, what-do-you-call-them, Constellations or whatever - they tend to be a bit more ridiculous than others. Hm. Is Lady Diya particularly ridiculous?
stompadour: (DISDAINFUL LIP CURL)

[personal profile] stompadour 2017-02-28 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"... No," says Jasper. "I... I thought we could – give each other what we needed. I needed to be strong and you needed... a prisoner. I know you changed your mind, but..." She frowns, huffs through her teeth. "I'd do it again."
asafepairofhands: (human - unsure)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-02-28 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Ratchet shrugs a little. "Doesn't bother me. I've known plenty of smart, decent organics and plenty of brainless Cybertronians. It doesn't seem to make much of a difference."

He sighs, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Don't worry about it. There are two modes of creation, and it's considered impolite to ask which is which, but for my own part I was forged. That means that Vector Sigma, the core of our planet, reacted with a section of the surface to create a hotspot where a set of new people were sparked. It's part of our names--I'm Ratchet of Tagan Heights, the hotspot where I was born. The sparks are harvested along with the sentio metallico that surrounds them, and that allows them to develop into their frame. There's a pile of religious garbage I'm not bothering to mention because it's completely meaningless, but that's pretty much it otherwise." He eyes York curiously. "You really aren't bothered by all this?"
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[personal profile] mirrortide 2017-02-28 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Lapis actually cringes to hear that, for Jasper to put words into what she'd done to her, because Lapis still isn't really sure she'd say no again. She likes to think she would, but she's worried.

"You shouldn't want that! Why would you want to be my prisoner again? For me to do any of that to you again? Why do you even need to be stronger- aren't you already the perfect quartz?"
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[personal profile] stompadour 2017-02-28 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"No!" Jasper growls in frustration. "Everybody thought I was, but I was never strong enough, I couldn't protect my Diamond, couldn't defeat Rose Quartz – even when I had a second chance, I couldn't..." She clenches her fists. "I needed you," she says, looking down at Lapis with a terrifying desperation. "And you needed me. You could do what you wanted, I deserved it – it was perfect."
Edited 2017-02-28 20:10 (UTC)
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-02-28 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
York blinks, and there's absolutely no comprehension in his gaze but he's listening, and he'll remember it, for what that's worth. Ratchet of Tagan Heights, forging from hotspots, sparks and sentient metal. It makes sense within itself, at least. There's a narrative there that he can hold on to.

Is he bothered by it?

"Not... really? I mean. It's a lot to take in and I wish you'd felt like you could tell me, because maybe I could have helped more, but it wasn't about me, so." He shrugs a little. "I don't care that you're not actually human. You're as much of a person as I've ever known either way."
Edited 2017-02-28 20:11 (UTC)
littlemissfutility: (95)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-28 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Me, too. I always used knives at home." They're still useful here, at least, but what else is there to do besides practice weapons? She's branching out. "We'll, and guns, but they look at you like you're crazy if you bring those up. I don't think anyone in camp's ever seen a bullet."

The way they talk, laser guns are the only options anybody has, which is insane. They could do some serious damage if they had assault rifles the Cetagandans couldn't track.

She's quiet a moment, thinking about the way he'd stroked Moonfire a moment ago. "Want to lead her for a little?"
protocol: (► mysterious as the dark long of a shoe)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-02-28 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
You've a much better understanding of the Cetagandans than I do.

[ He doesn't mean that accusingly, it just seems -- true. There's only so much he can tell you, Byerly, filtered through the lens of someone who'd tried to understand but didn't get particularly far. ]

She was -- particular. She was there when they first brought me in. [ He'd immediately decided that he didn't like her. ] And later, in some talks with their scientists. She had an interest in all of us in general -- exotics, was the word they use.
asafepairofhands: (human - tired)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-02-28 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's not that I felt I couldn't tell you," Ratchet says, the corners of his mouth crimped. "I just didn't know how to tell you and be sure nobody but you heard."

Some of the habitual tightness in his shoulders is unwinding slowly, though, and he looks down at their twined fingers again, tension draining from his face to just leave him looking tired.

"Thank you," he says quietly down at their hands, his thumb smoothing over the back of York's palm.
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-28 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Mm. That sounds like the sort of word they'd use.

[ A small laugh. ]

What do you mean by particular, though?
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[personal profile] mirrortide 2017-02-28 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, Jasper! That's not-" She's struggling with her words, to try and make sense of how to tell Jasper that it's not what she should want for herself. "It's not your fault any of that happened!" Her arms extend, and she's clearly exasperated and uncomfortable.

"It wasn't perfect! It was horrible! I shouldn't have hurt you, and you didn't deserve what I did!"
komarran: (slightly interested instead of resigned)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-28 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
A few acquaintances, [ he admits. He's not sure he can classify any of them as friends just yet. ]

My reputation amongst the 'outsiders' hasn't suffered as much as it has with the Barrayarans.
Edited 2017-02-28 22:27 (UTC)
komarran: (insert something dry and sarcastic)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-28 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Then you have my apologies. Miles is a handful. [ And Byerly well. He's Vor. ]
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-02-28 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"And that's a valid worry, here, I get it. It's not like you were actually lying, anyway." Maybe if he'd ever pushed, Ratchet would have, but it had never come to that. So he can let it go and just try to absorb what he's learned. It's weird. It definitely makes things more complicated, especially when he's considering other worlds to go to, but he's not thinking anything less of Ratchet for the secret.

"...nothing to thank me for. It's just the truth." Which they've both kind of dumped on each other, again. York just breathes for a moment, then leans over and bumps his forehead against Ratchet's temple softly. "Have we spilled everything now? Are we good?"
protocol: (► and who is the rabbit)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-02-28 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, well. There it is. She says it so easily, so comfortably, no girl that age should be talking about knives and guns like that, and he wonders again how many soldiers she might've known, back home. His gaze flicks over to her the moment she weapons knives, but he tries not to watch her too obviously, giving her a bit of a smile when she asks if he'd like to lead.

"Worth a try," he says, reaching out, taking the lead from her when she hands it over. Stay on the horse's left, slow, calm, and this is fine, of course, doesn't require much of him doing anything, but it's still nice. A well-intended offer.

"The Cetagandans had things closer to guns, but still not quite." Glancing over to her again. "Did you use those much, back home?"

Guns and knives.