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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.
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-22 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Miles recognizes that anger. Has seen it before on his Grandfather's face, if only rarely directed at him. It's terrifying. And it takes him all his Vorish pride to stay standing straight even in the face of it. God, he is not equipped to deal with his grandfather like this. The strain will eventually drive him mad, surely.

Focus on the debriefing. The details. He'd not made much of himself in the fight, it's true, but not all of it could have been salvaged. Their luck had been abominable. "I was preparing to switch off," he says. "That's why I was in front." In fact they'd been low level arguing about it all night. Miles had wanted to be in front the whole time; the officer had no intentions of letting a mutie lead him, even if in formation only.
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-02-23 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Piotr breathes in slow, measured breaths, the tightness in his jaw betraying just how much self-control he's exerting right now.

"Is that how the Cetagandans got the jump on you?"
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-23 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Miles can only nod to that question. If they'd changed over faster - if Miles had been content to stay where he was -

"I insisted," he says after a moment, his gaze dropping low. "It was halfway through. I wanted to do my share."
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-02-24 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Piotr's gaze flattens. Miles isn't exactly painting the most flattering picture of himself in this scene. "Were you arguing with your captain?"
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-24 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. When Piotr puts it like that... He's been terrible to all of his COs but he doesn't usually get them killed. Had it been real arguing? Miles is just so goddamn tired of being treated like half a person, especially when he's out trying to help.

"Not - as such. Advising." In other words, definitely arguing.
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-02-25 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
Piotr's expression, somehow, goes even flatter. He is exacting extraordinary self-control right now in not picking this little man up by his collar and giving him a good shake.

"Don't give me semantic horseshit, Illyan. You were arguing with your CO, and you got distracted. And as a result, the Cetagandans got the jump on you, and now I'm down one captain."
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-25 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
The timing is different. They weren't arguing when the Cetagandans had jumped them. But the result is the same, isn't it? Miles had insisted, the captain had died. Leaving Miles with the blame and the guilt.

So instead of arguing semantics, he nods.
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-02-25 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
There's hardly a beat before Piotr slams a fist down on the table with an abbreviated snarl of frustration, nearly a howl, and hard wooden table rattles enough to knock some of the pieces out of place on the maps. He's composed just as quickly as it happened, but God this day is trying his patience. He turns his gaze on Miles. Anger and frustration still burn in his eyes.

"Give me one reason I should let you out on the field again. My officers are dying fast enough as it is."
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-25 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Miles jolts at that growling blow. Can't hide the flash of hurt in his expression, though he turns his face away enough to keep it mostly out of sight. This man doesn't know Miles. Can't know him. And even if he did, what would the difference be? Nothing. Or worse, an extra layer of disgust and disappointment. But it's still utter poison. Twisting him up inside, making him do stupid things.

(Had it been a betrayal to take Piotr's side? The decision had been tactically sound. But he's not sure he can think straight around his grandfather either. The two factors are not mutually exclusive.)

"Make me an officer then, and maybe I will die." And you can be rid of me, Miles thinks. He can be done with his whole goddamned mess. But that's dangerously close to flippancy. "I am capable. I've handled other assignments well. Other guard rotations." This wasn't his first night out there, after all. Just the worst. "And I am still expendable in the end."
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-02-25 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
Piotr actually barks out a laugh at that, and not an altogether friendly one. "You want a promotion? You aren't even in the Rangers. And martyrs make for bloody lousy soldiers. Which part of this is to satisfy your ego?"
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-25 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
All of it? None of it? Both intertwined, surely. Miles has never been more desperate to serve, nor more desperate to prove himself. He needs his grandfather's approval - or at least less of his noxious hatred. He keeps coming back for extra helpings despite everything.

"Merely echoing what I've heard every day of my life," he says. He won't belabor the point. It's not his intention to martyr himself, if only because he knows that won't help either. Other than by satisfying his urge to self-destruct. "I want to serve. I can still do that."
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-02-25 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Then stop bloody saying you're expendable," Piotr snaps. "Do you think any of my men are expendable? I don't have room for expendable. Going into battle with that mindset, you're going to get yourself killed next time."
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-25 11:02 am (UTC)(link)
That ... might be the nicest thing his grandfather has said to him so far. Still terrible, but not as terrible.

"I didn't realize you thought that was a bad thing." Not until decades from now, anyway. He tilts his head up at that, a bit of his Vorish bearing leaking through again. "When did the life of a mutant start meaning anything to you?"
Edited 2017-02-25 11:23 (UTC)
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-02-26 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Good God, the man tests his patience. If it weren't for Olivia he'd have hauled the mutant out into the snow by his collar by now.

"It hasn't," he says, voice clipped, barely contained. "But I don't need soldiers charging the enemy with resignation on his mind. You're there to win, not throw yourself on someone's sword, let alone your own. You want to prove you're a real soldier? Then make sure you kill five face-painted bastards for everyone of ours they take down. Fight like you're going to bloody win."
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-26 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
He'd managed to forget somehow, hadn't he. Being back in this toxic prejudice with no shelter, coming from his own identity crisis - now sidetracked, perhaps indefinitely. Is that what he's become? Resigned to death when his secret inevitably gets out? He'd planned to prove himself, dammit. He'd just gotten lost in making that happen.

He lowers his head again, but there's fire in his eyes. He'll give them a hell of a fight all right. Had before. Could do it again. "Then I will," he says, his mouth fixing into a hard frown. "I've fought them before."
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-03-01 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Good." Piotr's eyes are on Miles, never leaving him, watching sharp as ever. "Anything else to add to your report, Illyan?"
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-01 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
A million things that Miles really can't tell his grandfather. The unspoken words flicker across his expression for a moment before dying away again, and he shakes his head.

"Nothing more to report, sir," he says, standing up straight again. As straight as his body will allow. "The other nights were uneventful."

Lakshmi's rescue is another matter entirely, of course.
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-03-01 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
"You're dismissed, then."

Piotr turns back to his table, bent over his maps and scattered paper and flimsies and both. Sleep? That sounds fake, but okay.
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-01 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Definitely a Cetagandan plot. Miles moves to leave, grateful to be dismissed. And pauses by the entrance for a moment to look back at his grandfather. He's never really seen Piotr like this. Certainly not in the middle of the war. It reminds him a bit of Aral, in fact, hunched over his work for the Regency ...

He should leave right now. Right the hell now before he makes his grandfather any angrier.

"Are you getting enough sleep, sir?"
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-03-01 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Piotr doesn't look up from the table.

"Did you hear the word 'Countess' come out of my mouth?"
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-01 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Is the Countess the only one who can express concern, sir?" He has to keep saying sir or something else may slip out instead. It's a damn good thing Piotr isn't looking at him, or he might catch the strange, homesick look on Miles' face.
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-03-03 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
"No one likes a kiss ass, Illyan," Piotr snaps, still not looking up. He's almost certain he knows what it is Olivia saw in this man, but Piotr isn't seeing it -- or at the very least, not liking what he sees. "You are dismissed."
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-03 11:22 am (UTC)(link)
God, nothing could be further from the truth. He just wants a single moment of humanity with his grandfather, dammit. In the wake of all this failure ...

"Sir," he says instead, and heads out of the tent.