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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: (god honestly what is this guy's face)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-28 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, thank God. He has the most terrible image of her bleeding, dying - or turned by a nerve disruptor into a shambling idiot...

Ah.

"Go on," he says, trying to find his courage again. "What do you envision?"
protocol: (► and who is the rabbit)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-02-28 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And Wash doesn't really want to talk about anything useful. He knows the Cetagandans had taken the most interest in his implant, and conveniently enough, that's always the one thing Wash will never want to talk about, anyway. ]

They're really the main difference. All-out galactic war changes things.

Different weapons. [ A pause, considering. ] Different translight technology.

[ He's wary about that, too, but a whole lot less than about implants. Give in some places, hold back where it counts. He knows how this goes. ]
vorrutyer: (shaaaahhhhts)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-28 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah. No wormhole jumps?

[ That element...bores him, frankly. He doesn't give much of a damn about space travel technology. But he can't only ask about what he's interested in. ]
dendarii: (eidetics 42)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-28 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sure he will. And I'm sure he will keep that secret when he does.
vorrutyer: (whimsical (but smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-28 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, yes...If he's loyal, as you promise. But remember, I don't think he is.
dendarii: (TW_S1_E2_0501)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-28 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
And I damn well know you're wrong. He gets on me for even thinking of changing history.

[ A beat. ]

I don't think you quite realize how enormous that stick up his ass can be.
vorrutyer: (shaaaahhhhts)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-28 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
And I don't think you realize how quick people can be to lie when they're nervous about being compromised. Don't change history, Miles, because I'm going to change it.

[ A sigh. ]

I think there's only one real way to deal with him.
komarran: (nevermind still awful)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-28 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not either. [ There's a small pause as he considers something for a moment. He may as well mention it. ]

He was present for my torture when I arrived here. I'm unsure if he was there by true desire or to relay information of my status back to Miles.
dendarii: (cunning plan)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-28 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Which is what, exactly?
protocol: (► mr president i want a man from you)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-02-28 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Ways to kill each other and ways to forget that's what we're doing.

[ Yay humanity! ]

Haven't seen much from here aside from swords and bows, though.
vorbratta: (you are the gazer)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-28 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't know," she says slowly. "I never really thought much about sharing them. You were the first person to really look at them in a long time. I was really doing it for myself. I just...needed something to look at that wasn't...all this, sometimes. To be somewhere else."

She falls quiet again for the space of a breath. "It didn't start with the camera. I found that later. But first...the first thing I found were these old family pictures in a ransacked town. Whose, I don't know. Left behind. It seemed wrong to just leave them there." She chews on her lower lip. "I would find others too, from time to time. Vor, prole, sometimes I couldn't even tell. I started keeping all the ones I could find. I didn't want to lose them. I didn't think they should be left behind."

She tucks her feet a little more securely under the blanket. "I found the camera later. Gavalas and one of the other soldiers helped me fix it up just enough to get it to work. That was when I started taking my own pictures. Olivia, Count Piotr, Gavalas... The mountains, people in villages, whatever. It doesn't matter. I just...wanted to make a little world for myself where no war could touch it."
infailtration: (pic#10119114)

[personal profile] infailtration 2017-02-28 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ratchet would sound pretty weird to most humans, too. Like a nickname." That's what he'd thought at first. And since he uses a code name he wasn't going to question it. "Sticking with York is the easiest," he agrees, hoping that the Cetagandans will feel the same way and not try to use his given name. It's too personal.

"...so. Am I still allowed to kiss you? While you're in a body that I can, at least?" He'd understand if the answer was no.
vorrutyer: (watchful)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-28 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Tell him the truth of it. Beginning to end. So that he knows that if I end up murdered in a ditch, exposed as a spy and mutilated to death, it'll come back to him, because it'll seem as though he was the spy.
dendarii: (solpadeine114)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-28 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, good. I was hoping as much. Strange not to have those prejudices, eh?
mirrortide: (095)

[personal profile] mirrortide 2017-02-28 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"You can't actually think that. We don't deserve this, Jasper. It was an accident." A weird, messed up accident. "Not everything bad that happens is because you deserve it. I didn't deserve to be trapped in that mirror, and you didn't deserve me taking everything out on you."
protocol: (► however the internal combustion engine)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-02-28 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
We made our own, in essence.

[ You do sound bored. Is that the key? Because he can totally do that. ]

Shaw-Fujikawa Translight Engines were manufactured mostly using selenium and technetium, and operated based on using high-power cyclic accelerators to create miniature black holes. With low mass and the effect of Hawking radiation, it's able to create a sustainable rupture into the slipstream, large enough for entire craft to navigate through, among other purposes, steadily emitting helium nuclei and fast electron particles throughout operation.

The number of calculations required for astrogation is intensive, depending on the size of the transport, several quadrillion per second at times. The quantum field generated is enough to protect the ship from the eleven-dimensional space-time experienced in slipspace.

[ Just. While watching him out of the corner of his eye, the entire time. ]
komarran: (less rude and making that pattern work)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-28 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a refreshing change and one I experienced when dealing with non-Barrayarans on Earth.

[ He wouldn't receive the same refreshing treatment on Komarr. Suspicious to Barrayarans, a traitor to Komarrans. ]
asafepairofhands: (human - shock)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-02-28 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I got the feeling you wouldn't want it spread around, interrogation or no interrogation," Ratchet says before his face softens a little, the lines around his mouth easing.

"Yeah. If you want to, I--yeah, you can. Of course."
vorrutyer: (world-weary (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-28 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's not exactly the key. Because at the end of that speech, Byerly heaves a gigantic sigh and says: ]

God, that's boring. I think my brain fizzled out. Let's talk about you more. I'm far more interested in you.
komarran: (you've got to be kidding me)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-28 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've had my fill of traditional Vor-ish pleasantries," he answers dryly. If that's what his welcoming interrogation could be called.
vorrutyer: (sweaty)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-28 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Art transforms," Byerly agrees. He frowns a little, thinking about the possibilities. "Perhaps that might be something...The construction of some imaginary world. A better, more beautiful Barrayar. A free Barrayar. That might inspire."
protocol: (► i of never seen a diamond in a meat)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-02-28 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Goddamn it. He thought that might work. ]

I'm not all that interesting.
vorrutyer: (whimsical (but smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-28 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
And Byerly catches on. "Ah," he says casually. "You detest me for being there during your interrogation. Do you detest Piotr Vorkosigan for interrogating you? Because if not, that's rather hypocritical."
vorrutyer: (what a shitty grin)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-28 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
On the contrary - I find you fascinating. A soldier from another world...And don't play coy. I'm sure you have ladies falling all over themselves to know a bit more about you. No?
dendarii: (TW_S1_E13_0316)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-28 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
... If I'm not telling Sonia, I'm not telling him.