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[ 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.

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Daryl stares at Miles, a little put off from the answer. It's... well. More and more, he feels like he's the ass for bringing it up. Which, if he's honest with himself, he probably is. When in doubt, he's usually being a dick about something. Jesus, he hardly knows this guy. It's not his place to rake him over the coals about this stupid goddamn war, especially when the person really to blame is Daryl, not Duv or Miles. Daryl's the one without any true allegiance to either side. He should have had the backbone to get out there and do something about it.

But instead, he's taking it out on someone who looks like they could fit inside a washing machine. Great.

"Whatever," he says, "ain't my business."

He stands again, giving Miles a shrug. Maybe if he just leaves, this whole stupid conversation will die in the dust. He doubts it, but a man can dream.

Oh like hell it's dying. Miles is stubborn at the best of times, and now he's kind of pissed off. Who the hell does this guy think he is? Does he even care about Barrayar? Unlikely - that should be the default position of all the outsiders, after all.

"I've more than answered my half of the bargain." Nevermind Daryl had never actually offered to trade. "Now you get to answer me. Why did you actually leave the Cetagandans?"

"You're the one talking 'bout bargains," Daryl says, perhaps a little airy. After the shit he just pulled, he really doesn't like bringing this up. He let Miles assume he was owed information, didn't correct him-- the liar, the moral filch, that's Daryl, for all the aspersions he cast toward Miles.

That shouldn't bother him as much as it does.

But still, he can't risk this little prick knowing the truth. It's dangerous to every idiot on this planet, not just them, not just the war effort. People in places on the other end of the planet could die because of some dumb shit a redneck said a million miles away. What a sad fucking world this is, that the fate of it might hang on somebody like Daryl Dixon.

"I ain't saying shit."

Oh for fuck's sake. Miles folds his arms over his chest, glaring up at the other man. Only the fact that he'd clearly helped Rani keeps him from getting too testy. But he's damned annoyed.

"Is that so," he says, lifting his eyebrows. "Then I'll just ask Beth instead."

Daryl, for all his (many, just ask him) faults, at least has a somewhat decent pokerface. He stares down at Miles and gives him a half-hearted shrug. "Sure," he says. "Have fun."

And he turns to go.

He will, dammit. But he's too damned curious to just let Daryl escape that easily. He takes a step towards the other man. "Why help Rani?"

Daryl wants to be angry at that question. How dare they think he's some heartless hick? But then, hasn't he already proven himself as just that today? Daryl swallows his indignation and stares down at Miles.

"Sick of people dyin'." It's the most honest thing Daryl's said in this entire conversation, so of course, he hopes Miles doesn't pick up on it. It's no terrible secret, not like the Turn, it's just... sad. No, not sad. Pathetic.

Well. That's ... not terrible. Good to know the man has basic decency. Miles is quiet a moment, thinking about that. "She's a friend of yours too," he says after a moment. "Or became so recently."

She really deserves better friends than him, but now's not the time for self pity. He shrugs. "Enemy of my enemy, whatever. You gonna let me go, now?"

"Do you even know the way back to camp?" Miles shoots back. "Or speak the languages? There's four here, you know." A slight exaggeration - he doubts he'll hear any French, and Greek has always been rare on Barrayar.

Daryl has been finding his way through forests since before he was five years old, and maybe once he would have mentioned that. But this Miles prick already knows too much, is already too goddamn curious, for Daryl to let slip any more precious information. He's said too much already.

"What, you worried about me now?"

He shrugs a bit. Stretches his legs to catch up with Daryl. "I thought you might appreciate a native guide."

Daryl groans. Christ, he's annoying. But sure, why not. Nobody needs to know Daryl's a tracker. He's not sure yet how much information he wants to give out about himself. (He's not sure yet how much Beth has already blabbed.) "Lead the way."

Hmm. Well - okay, he got what he wanted. Good enough, right? He trots ahead of the other man. "It's easy to get lost up here if you don't know the terrain. I advise staying out of the caves."

I don't get lost. Oh, it's so tempting to say it, but Daryl restrains himself. He'd just hate himself for bragging afterward, hate himself for showing his hand.

"The caves? The hell'd anybody want with the caves?" You're just going to find bears and walkers in there, two things that aren't, as far as he can tell, native to this planet (yet). So, what else could there be? Gold? Poison mushrooms? Miles' extended family?

Technically that last one isn't so far off. "I used to go exploring as a kid," he says with a bit of a nostalgic grin. "Not that I was supposed to, of course. My da kept having to come in and rescue me after."

His bodyguard, actually, but Bothari had been a father figure too in his own, strange way.

Daryl attempts to do the mental math. This war has been going on for... a decade, he heard? Something like that. And you're too old to be fished out of the wild when you're around seven or eight, so Miles was about five when he'd get lost in them? So probably he went spelunking before the war, which makes him... Daryl looks down at the kid's face. His age is just goddamn impossible to guess.

The realization hits that nobody else on this planet looks like Miles. He'd shrugged it off when he'd assumed Miles was from some other planet where everyone looked like a goblin, but no, he's from Barrayar. What happened to him?

Daryl isn't that curious, though; he'll find out eventually, or he won't. Isn't really his business. "You from 'round here?"

Given that Bothari served as Miles' bodyguard until he was seventeen... Miles got fished out of all kinds of wild situations. Especially after the age of five.

Miles frowns a bit as he watches Daryl's face. Just different enough from the usual disgust he doesn't recognize it but... people tend to have a look in their eye the first time they really, truly look at his unusual body. Anyway, he doesn't care to explain right this second anyway. "Just so," he says. "In a village not far from here. It's called Silvy Vale."

Silvy Vale sounds silly until he thinks of Little Satilla and Chattahoochee. He keeps walking through the snow, eyeing the scratch marks on trees and the tracks in shallow snow. "What'd y'all do for huntin' 'round here?" Daryl asks. If anyone knows, it's a native. "Ain't much to scare up."

Please, God, let there be deer.

Miles has to legitimately think about that. He's never actually had to hunt, after all. He'd just heard stories. "Fish and small game are most of what you'll find," he says. "We'd not managed to port many larger animal over successfully during the original terraforming process." A pause. "Several of the bugs are both large and edible."

Daryl lets out a little groan. While he notes Miles' pause, he doesn't think much of it-- plenty of people don't hunt, and he doesn't know what kind of life this guy had before he was tossed into this war. Maybe he was one of the rich pricks who never had to bother. It'd make sense, in a way; it's probably why he thinks everything is his business.

"'Could stretch a deer for days," he mutters. Even among soldiers, you could make jerky, use the pelt as blankets, use the antlers for all sorts of things, but small game? "Better like rabbit."

Miles shakes his head lightly at that. "No such luck," he says with an apologetic sort of smile. "Rabbit makes up a fair portion of the Barrayaran diet, yes."

Daryl gives Miles a half-hearted shrug. "Then you can do the cookin'."

He's ... never cooked before in his life. The prospect seems daunting. "That wouldn't end well for anyone."

"Can you hunt?" Daryl's voice is thick with a certain kind of irony. From the way Miles has talked about the wildlife on this planet, he's guessing the answer is a no.

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