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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] protocol 2017-03-01 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, they use shotguns in space. York loves them.

Wash keeps trying to put together a picture of her world, of her Earth, of just what she's dealing with back home. Scavenged weapons, concern for ammunition which makes sense if you're scrapping what you can, and sound, guns are loud. Hiding, running, desperate and pressed. That's the impression he gets, at least, and then she says that she'd explain it, if she could.

He glances at her. "That's fine." She has her reasons to keep that secret, he's sure, and Wash has always been a private, guarded person, always treats others the same way. He can't help but wonder, though, did she grow up somewhere that dangerous, was it always like that? He remembers his sisters, not that much younger than her, when he last saw them.

"You mentioned you've been practicing with a sword, too?" A quick change of subject, more for her benefit than his own.
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-02 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah." She's grateful for the fact that he doesn't dig deeper; if he had, she'd be stuck going Blame Daryl, and that won't help anything. This is simpler, and it's probably a better idea to talk about the present, anyway. Thinking about home will only make her miss something she'll never see again. "Maybe we can fight sometime. Spar."

It's a sword fight, but the act is sparring--she's getting the hang of it. "Have you been using the rapiers or the broadswords?"

Or both, but if he's as far behind the Barrayarans as she is, maybe he's picked one to focus on.
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-02 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
"A friend gave me his rapier." Kind of -- he's had it since Maine left it with him in the Cetaganda base. "I've been told it suits me better than a broadsword."

Not that he really knows, but that's what Lakshmi had said, that first time she'd taught him. A talwar, at least. She'd said a rapier might be better suited to someone like him or York. Giving her another smile. "We could train together, yeah, if you want."

He does not think he's remotely good enough to offer to teach anyone just yet but they can certainly train together.
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-02 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've been learning the rapier, too." Which means that they'll be able to fight with matched styles. It doesn't necessarily matter--they'll be fighting people using other swords, using other weapons--but the sword seems so drenched in specifics that it seems like it'd be good practice. She's never learned a weapon that took so much thought about how she was standing and why. "Next time we're both at the armory, I'm challenging you to a duel."

Beth grins, reaching between Wash's hands for Moonfire's lead. They've had her out for a while, and there's no telling when somebody will need her for real work. She's no draft horse, but there are plenty of lighter missions she's good for. "Let's take her back in. And maybe next time we'll get you on her back."
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-03 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Wash relents the lead to her readily, though he moves his hand up to give the horse another fond pat on the head -- he's clearly quite taken with her. And maybe horses in general. He'd never been afraid of them, just uncertain of how he should be behaving around them, and now at least he has some idea.

"A duel, huh?" A hum, a smile. "I might like that."

She sounds capable. More than capable. There's no reason to say no with someone to train with, as long as the offer was made in earnest.

"Has anyone been teaching you?" Curious, really. Wash has mostly been practicing with what he'd learned from Lakshmi before, when they were both still on the Cetagandan base, and. He'd approach her for more lessons, but that's, ah. Complicated. Difficult.
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-03 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Rani offered. And--Pearl, I don't know if you meet her." The Cetas captured her, so that was mostly a nonstarter. But for a day or two, it seemed likely. "Otherwise, just...whoever's at the armory. They'll help you."

They just won't be especially nice about it. It's not so bad, when you get used to it, but she's definitely snapped back at them once or twice.

All the while, she busies herself with getting Moonfire back in her stall. "What about you?"
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-03 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Pearl? No. He shakes his head -- although, ah. He's quiet for a little while, just watching her get the horse back into her stall, observant as always, remembering and memorizing for himself later.

"Rani showed me some basics, once." In the Cetagandan base, it'd been something that had started as a different conversation, with Wash finding a way to get her alone to ask her something else entirely. Sword training had been the premise, but it ended up actually happening, too. "I've been practicing on my own."

He'd ask her for more lessons, but he doesn't think she wants anything to do with him, for now. And he can't blame her for it.
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-04 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
"She should hold a class," Beth says, amused. Of course Rani taught him. Rani's a born teacher; she looks at people and finds all the places they could stand to improve. "You, me, whoever else wants to learn. I bet it'd save her time."

Moonfire is well-behaved to the end, enough so that Beth wishes she'd brought the mare a snack. She deserves a lump of maple sugar for giving Wash such a gentle introduction to horses.
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-04 11:49 am (UTC)(link)
Wash just stands quietly aside, waiting for her to finish with the horse, and he's -- clearly a little distracted, now. Lakshmi. He hasn't spoken a real word to her since they'd both arrived back here in the Cetagandan base, awkwardly nodding and looking away whenever their eyes end up meeting. He'd stayed for days by her bedside when she was first recovering here, talking with Maine and in silence, but she would have no way of knowing he did, unless she'd asked after it. He watches her from afar, now, to check in with her, and does what he can to slip away from somewhere before she sees him.

"She should," he says after a while, warm, genuine. Lakshmi had been a good teacher, even under their strange circumstances. "Not too sure I'd attend, though."

He's just pretty sure Lakshmi would rather not talk to him.
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-04 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Beth glances up from Moonfire, regarding Wash with curiosity. He seems capable, as well as good-natured, at least from this experience. (That's no guarantee he is, of course, after twenty minutes of talking to him, but he really seems nice.) And he's clearly interested in learning the weapons here.

So she asks the inevitable question, latching the stall door behind her as she does. "Why not?"
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-04 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Welp. Should have seen that question coming -- and he did, to an extent, but he's less prepared to answer than he hoped he would be. He hesitates slightly, a fraction too long.

"I think she might rather I leave her alone, for a while."
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-04 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh." That moment of uncertainty, combined with the way he steps carefully around an answer, says everything his words don't. It's a long story. Or maybe, Please don't ask me more.

And she doesn't have to--it doesn't take an explanation to understand that something went down with them--but she wouldn't even if she was lost. He didn't ask about home. She won't ask about this.

Looking for something light she can answer with, she comes up with, "I'm still gonna hold you to that duel."
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-05 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
It isn't that long of a story, but it -- isn't in his place to share, and especially not with Lakshmi. Beth looks back at him, and for a moment Wash is ready enough to come up with at least an answer that might divert her attention, but she moves right along, and the slight tension in his shoulders immediately eases. He appreciates that.

He nods, gives her another smile. Grateful. "Looking forward to it."