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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.
shri: (» so let them say we won't do better)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-08 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
She's beyond weeping, great outpourings of grief stopped when her little boy's heart did. But it comes to something like it, holding her. Wrapped arms tightly to her shoulders, face in her hair as she takes low breaths. Perhaps this an easy out pour, from speaking with the woman of her homeland, to what Miles had told her of his families fate. That she had to leave York behind where she had promised him to see his Carolina.

Just one more thing, it is always one more thing.

She can't stomach that helplessness, she never could. "We will... sort something out." She murmurs, light into her hair like it is the only thing. "You do not have to face such a fate if you do not wish."
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-08 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not going home," she answers, her voice a rushed little mumble. Tempting though it is to stay there, curled up against somebody's shoulder, unable to bring herself to cry over a fate she can dodge easily, she straightens up. Rani's being kind, but it's not a kindness she wants to take advantage of. "That's how it's sorted out. Even if they find a way to send the rest of you back..."

I'm staying here. To do anything else is to break Daryl's heart. Beth's seen a lot of people die--some she killed, many she didn't. Even if they did some good by dying, their deaths were still ragged holes in the world. As long as she doesn't let herself think about the logistical questions that lack answers (will someone still kill Dawn? what will Maggie think happened?), the choice seems obvious. Simple.
shri: (» another roadblock in our way)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-11 11:20 am (UTC)(link)
There's a lot of things, really, that could be asked. Her conversation with Kaidan that he had explained. It's like tunnels. Well like any path, there was always another road, another way around, if one was closed. She swallowed dryly, wetting her lips.

"Do you wish to stay here?"

A long breath, and should she offer? Would she care if this girl was with her?

"Perhaps, that many of us will return to many places - you could go to any of them, could you not?"

It's tentative, unsure, she can't offer her much. She has a war, a war that will last for as many more centuries as it has already been. It is a miserable future, but she cannot offer for anyone else but herself. "If you wish, you may return with me, if that is your desire. But it is a miserable fate, there. A lifetime of war is all you will have with me."
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-12 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Beth looks at her, wide-eyed at the suggestion. It's nothing she's considered in any depth; the options have seemed like stay here or go home, and the latter only a dreamy suggestion. Who actually thinks it's possible? They don't even have the technology for guns here.

But this third option is something worth considering, maybe. If Daryl could--but who knows what Daryl wants to do with himself? He'd probably be happy to stay out in the woods and catch squirrels until the end of time.

She shrugs at the questions, frowns a little at the description Rani gives. That's no way to tempt anyone to her home--but maybe it's not a place worth being tempted to. Imagine convincing anyone to go back to an Earth full of walkers and abandoned buildings.

"What's home like? For you." War doesn't tell her much. There's a war here, too, and it's still the best place she's lived since the prison fell.
shri: (» and if that's true)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-14 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
That's no easy thing, why she didn't speak of it. It shows, in it's small ways, even if she makes sure to not let it affect. Because this isn't about laying herself open, this is about - letting Beth know the choice she might make.

"My home, my Jhansi, is.... gone. Burned when it fell to the hands of my enemies, and it's people worst that slaughtered: devoured and turn to half-breeds." The trade maps, showing the major trade lines, the cities used as powerful centrepieces of infection. Oh, she doesn't want to imagine it, but she knows, she knows it in the screams that came up like the lapping of a river in her dreams.

She shifts, her hand resting on Beth's shoulder, a brush back and forth of her fingers in a calming manner.

"When I have said such before, most said they are myth, strange creatures that couldn't possibly exist. But there is an enemy to the world as I know it, and it is they who I fight. We call them Lycans and Vampires, those that are bitten and turned, are called Half-Breeds. They are twice the size of a man, twice as strong, it takes three men's lives to bring down even one of them. Worse than that, they wear the skin of men until they turn into their monstrous true selves. My life is devoted to fighting them and preventing their influence from spreading even further. But to do so, I live in awful conditions, enough to make this camp seem a mercy, believe me. Nor can I settle, I live my life in constant movement and in constant threat."

It's not some wretched life story, who has need of that? No one and it benefitted nothing. It was the facts as Beth needed them, plain and stark and presented without a want or need for pity.
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-15 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
The story Rani tells her sounds insane, on the face of it. The part about Jhansi is believable, sure; people do horrible things to each other, and going to war over a place and make that place into a shell of what it was. She's seen it. But lycans, vampires--that sounds completely crazy.

On the other hand, she comes from a place where people rise back up after they die. She can't exactly laugh off the weird stuff from other people's homes.

"I'm sorry," she says to Rani, because nothing else quite fits. I'm sorry you lost your home. I'm sorry you have to fight monsters, too. For a time, she's quiet, letting Rani stroke her shoulder as she wonders what she can offer in the face of such a hard life. "Doesn't sound so different from home."

Always on the move, always fighting something unstoppable, always living someplace terrible--or living somewhere decent and knowing that, at any moment, you might be back out there.
shri: (» and you ask and they don't know)

jesus how many typos did I want to have in that tag

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-17 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
"No, I suspect not. Else, I would offer my home far more eagerly. My husband would have been happy to have such a beautiful singer. You would be cherished there. You would have rooms of your own in a palace, and I could give you your own stipend."

She gives her shoulder a squeeze on the shoulder. The sigh, wistful, it is easier when she ruled, there was no middle man, that way. None of this arranging.

"But as it stands, I would still be happy to have you. Miserable as it is, I know you have strength enough to withstand it."
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they needed good homes

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-17 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Beth smiles despite herself at the compliment. It's not really the time or place--it's like dreaming about what life was supposed to be like before everybody started getting sick--but it's a tempting thought nonetheless. Money, what's basically an apartment, doing something she loves for a living...it'd be nice. And it's no more reachable in Rani's world than her own.

"I'll think about it," she promises. She will, too--for the sake of friendship, if nothing else. And then, hesitant and curious, "Would you ever stay here? If it was a choice."
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[personal profile] shri 2017-03-19 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
She shakes her head, that answer is simple. Never, she would never go anywhere but her home. Whether that home be the walls of her Mahal, or in the slums of Whitechapel.

"Not because of this land, its war or its customs. But I am a Queen, my place will always be with my people. They are the whole part of me, and without them, I am nothing."

She is nothing else, but that. To whittle down the parts of her and everything else and there would just be that. That press, that pressure, to lay it all down over and over again. "My destiny has always been with them."

This girl's stars, she will bring great fame to her husband's clan. No, no, there was nothing else, not anymore.