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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: (warmth)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-27 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps that's how you ended up with such a reasonable-sized ego," he says. He smiles down at the top of her head. "I've known princesses. They tend to be - hm - less modest than you are."
vorbratta: (a hundred times)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-27 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia lets out a little laugh into the crook of Byerly's neck. "You think I'm modest? Oh, I want to see you say that to my sister. Hell, you might even make Count Piotr laugh."
vorrutyer: (sweaty)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-28 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're terribly modest," he replies, voice warm. "Tell me, when's the last time you simply ordered someone around because you wanted to?"
vorbratta: (you better keep your two legs running)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-28 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmm. He does sort of have a point, doesn't he? After all, that's what all the Vor Princesses do in the classic romances. Sonia grins.

"Does my armsman count? Because if so, mm...four hours ago."
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-28 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Your Armsman absolutely doesn't count," he laughs. "Someone whose job isn't to serve you."
vorbratta: (while i sweep up the mess)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-28 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia raises an eyebrow and waves gently with the hand that isn't tucked against Byerly, as if to say isn't everyone's job here to serve me?

"Some time then, I suppose," she sighs mournfully. "Perhaps around the time the wiser soldiers realized that my Imperial Orders didn't carry any real authority." Her lips twist. "Who am I supposed to order around, then?"
Edited 2017-02-28 15:38 (UTC)
vorrutyer: (what a shitty grin)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-28 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Miles?" Byerly quips. "Though, no, that wouldn't really count, since I think it'd give him a deep shivery sort of satisfaction to obey the orders of a princess. He's kinky in all the strangest ways."
vorbratta: (call it a truce with this)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-28 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia gives Byerly a light shove to the shoulder, scoffing out a laugh. "Be nice," she says chidingly, knowing he'll refuse, and half in jest anyway. But she does have to concede the point. "Who, then? God, am I really out of people to order around? I'm a sham of a princess."
vorrutyer: (condescending aka default)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-28 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's quite my point," Byerly says, capturing her hand as she shoves him. "There are dozens of people you could order around - if you were truly spoiled and egotistical. Villagers, common soldiers, the outsiders...but you simply don't. You do not assume that power and privilege are to be exercised freely."
vorbratta: (why do you pick me right back up)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-28 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mm." Sonia tilts her head in concession, smiling slightly. "And you think I'd be a spoiled little brat if I'd only grown up on Barrayar, hm?"
vorrutyer: (warmth)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-28 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hm." He makes a show of thinking about it, and then says, teasingly, "Probably, yes."
vorbratta: (you are the gazer)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-28 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe I should have spent more time on Barrayar, then. Better beaches, snobby Vor...good God, I'll be so rusty by the time this war's over."

She sighs against him then, starting to sound a little sleepy, or perhaps just worn out. "I've been thinking about what you said. Well, you and others. About morale and feeling useless and...all that."
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?"
vorbratta: (you are the attraction)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-28 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
She draws in a contemplative breath before she speaks. Here, snuggled against Byerly and actually warm for once, she feels more secure than she has in a while, bodyguard or no.

"Well, I think I've been a little bit...childish about it," she admits, sounding embarrassed. She's not one to save face easily, although she's getting better at it as she gets older. "Complaining and stamping my feet and moaning about how useless I am, when I could be doing something. I don't know exactly what yet, but..."

Her fingers are getting cold, and she tucks both hands between her and Byerly to keep them warm.

"I know fighting's out of the question. And I don't want to fight." Her sister can more than stomach violence, she has killed men by her own blade, but Sonia couldn't do that. The thought of taking the life of another, even a Cetagandan, makes her sick.

"But Zarya was very encouraging. Insistent that I could help however I wanted, if I only tried. And I...haven't, really. Nobody expected me to, not at first. I was just a scared child, and treated like one, and I started to resent that. That was what made me feel so useless. And I realized that if I wanted people to treat me like an adult, like someone with something to contribute, then maybe I'd better start acting like one."

(But let's be real, Sonia will always be a bratty prankster with a penchant for adult tantrums. She gets smoother at it, that's all.)

She smiles wryly. "And...I don't know, maybe I was too quick to dismiss the whole morale thing. Because I've resented that, too. Made me feel even more useless. But after what Zarya said, and Miles, and you...I don't know. Maybe I ought to really try. It's not like I'm unpopular around camp or anything. Maybe I really could make a difference."
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht 3)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-28 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah. And when he's gone - when he proves himself a traitor - will that resolve disappear? Sonia is in a liminal space, now, in between two extremes. What happens when there's a sudden blow? What happens to her resolve then?

God. Will I shatter her altogether?

"Well," he says, feeling a little sick, "you know, don't you, that morale is crucial, don't you? Morale keeps men fighting even when their stomachs are empty. Demoralized men abandon camp. Flee to the enemy." He grins miserably at the wall, trying to keep from vomiting. "Cowards, of course. Despicable fools. But it happens."
vorbratta: (while i sweep up the mess)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-28 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"When they aren't lurking among us," Sonia mutters darkly, thinking of Vorhalas and Vorbataille, but Vorbataille had tried to flee too, hadn't he? She tightens her grip around Byerly subconsciously, burying her face in his shoulder. She doesn't see the sick look on his face.

"I don't know if I'm quite at 'make deserter do a moral 180' levels of morale boosting yet, but I can at least try to make things a little less miserable around here." She smiles into his coat. "Still not sure how. But I'll figure it out."
vorrutyer: (punchable intensity)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-28 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
He strokes her hair and squeezes his eyes closed. But his voice remains light, calm, steady. Always good at lying. Terrible at telling the truth, but good at lying.

"Well," he says. "Don't take too much upon yourself, either. There's nothing harder to change than someone's heart. If you hang your hopes on their behavior, that's a grand way to be terribly disappointed. But...Yes. I think there's much you can do."
vorbratta: (my heart is skipping triplets)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-28 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia puffs out a little ha, closing her eyes, her breathing finally even. "You know, I don't think I've ever so much as tried."

Because she's never wanted anybody's heart for her own except those she already has -- and Godspeed to any man foolish enough to think he can change Olivia's heart -- but she's never tried, never had cause to. Never had anybody with a heart to change. Maybe that, somehow, will soften the blow.

"Mm. Any ideas, dear Byerly?"
vorrutyer: (god honestly what is this guy's face)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-28 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ideas on how to change a heart?"

At that he lets loose a small, hollow laugh. He holds her a little tighter.

"I cannot recommend the mechanisms that I have historically used to change men's hearts, no. You don't want to delve into all of that, I think."
vorbratta: (this is serious)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-28 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia laughs softly and lets out a pleased little noise when he hugs her tighter. "I meant for boosting morale. Though now you have me curious."
vorrutyer: (world-weary (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-28 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, changing hearts, boosting morale - those are one and the same, aren't they?" he asks, as ever retreating into the philosophical and the general when in danger of being cornered. "Turning the heart towards contentment and joy. That is the job of a morale-booster. Not an easy one, is it?"
vorbratta: (stick my head up)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-28 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, not really. Which is why I was asking for ideas. Specifics." There's a smile and a creak in her voice. "Now what turns a soldier's heart towards contentment and joy? Besides partying and getting drunk, I think we've got that one covered."
vorrutyer: (god honestly what is this guy's face)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-28 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hah," he says, and then sighs and tucks himself in. "Well. The same things that turn everyone's heart towards contentment and joy. Love for homeland. A vision of a brighter and more beautiful future."
vorbratta: (but you say that you're doin just fine)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-28 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"So, what -- shall I become a poet? Or a preacher?" The scoff in her voice is playful, warm. "I'm certainly not going to sing them into battle. They'd all turn tail after the first three notes."

She falls suddenly silent, though, even her breathing so quiet as to be stopped. After a moment she says, softly, "Or...maybe I could...show them."
vorrutyer: (serious)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-28 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
He hesitates. "I hope," he says, cautiously, "that you're not considering becoming some modern-day Countess Vorinnis." The legendary Countess who'd ridden into battle with her husband's troops. Died on the battlefield, in point of fact. There were plenty of holodrama that depicted her death in loving - borderline sadistic - detail.

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