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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-03-04 05:33 am

[ march i log: we need medicine ]

Who: Everyone
What: New arrivals, desperate times, whispers down the hall.
When: March 1st - 18th
Where: Barrayaran camp / Cetagandan base
Warnings: TBD

Quick links:
Riverfall
Barrayar: Plague / Camp / Missions
Cetaganda: Plague / Base / Missions



welcome to barrayar.
It's the dark of night when you come to in the foothills. Snow on the ground, chill winter wind whistling -- in fact, it's dangerously cold, and all you have is the clothes on your back.. A steep mountain range towers just ahead, its peaks illuminated by the light of two moons. Whatever you last remember, it isn't how you got here, and you feel oddly jetlagged, slightly queasy.

And you're not alone. There are a few other people close by, all looking equally lost and confused. But before any of you have a chance to figure out what's going on, the soldiers arrive. There's a war on, they say, and you unlucky bastards have just been dropped right smack in the middle of it.

With March comes some relief. The first few days to a week are still bitterly, dangerously cold, but the weather starts to pick up gradually over the course of the next couple of months. It only gets barely above freezing, but after the last month, it might as well be a summer's day.

riverfall
The party last month definitely boosted morale, and certainly brought the outsiders closer to the villagers. They're noticeably friendlier toward the outsiders afterward, although they still give the exotics and their accompanying ghem soldiers the evil eye.

Given the village's covert assistance with the war effort and the fact that the Cetagandans found enough data to include the village in its regular patrols, Riverfall has become sort of a middle ground between the two sides. Coinciding visits don't happen every day, but they can provide opportunities for the two factions to secretly meet. Of course, this always carries a risk…best be sure not to be caught by either side's soldiers. Thanks to Negri, the Barrayarans roughly know the patrol schedule.

barrayar
Temperatures are still pretty low by the time March rolls around, and the first week is considerably cold, but it's steadily getting warmer as the month goes on. By the second week, it's just warm enough to start taking baths again -- and boy is there ever a queue.

On the 2nd, a small troop of soldiers arrives, led by Prince Xav Vorbarra, Olivia and Sonia's father, and Piotr's aide-de-camp Captain Ezar Vorbarra, a distant cousin of theirs. They bring with them a load of relief supplies fom Beta Colony, improving not only their food and medicine situation, but some to pass on back to the Riverfall villagers in return for their help. Anyone lurking around at night might see Ezar talking to Negri from time to time as well, and Sonia seems to be getting up to some kind of mischief where Ezar is concerned.

Prince Xav gives Piotr a very helpful tipoff -- there's a Betan biochemist waiting in the occupied district capital, Vorkosigan Vashnoi, to rendezvous with him on his way back off Barrayar. Xav can't stay long; he needs to find another way off-planet, and Doctor Micah Niadem has been laying low in Vorkosigan Vashnoi, but the risk of their presence being detected grows with every day. It may be easier and safer to smuggle them back to the camp than try to get them back off-planet for now -- and besides, their expertise in astrophysics might prove useful. But Xav hasn't yet been able to make contact through the soldiers occupying the city, so Piotr sends his own scouts.

Piotr, with Xav and Ezar as advisors, is trying to come to a decision about what to do about the Cetagandans' wormhole project. There's no telling what the Cetagandans really intend to do with the wormhole device, but disrupting or destroying their project would mean no way home for the outsiders, and…Piotr no longer feels that to be the most honorable option. That, and the idea of this technology in Cetagandan hands does them no favors. But their intelligence on the project is limited -- Byerly will prove to be a useful intelligent asset, certainly, but Piotr is looking for more informants. Any outsiders willing and able to make connections with any exotics sympathetic to the cause would certainly be appreciated by the General.

plague
Early in the month, some of the villagers begin to get sick -- it looks just like a particularly nasty cold at first. It quickly worsens and spreads to the camp, and by the 7th it is evident there is an outbreak of the Barrayaran flu, an influenza variant that has mutated over the last several centuries. Barrayarans have built up antibodies against most strains, but this is a particularly virulent strain, and with a population that has neither vaccines nor modern medicine, it can be fatal. The recent cold snap and limited food haven't exactly fortified anyone's immune systems, either, and in the first half of the month, about half the population of the village and camp come down with the flu at some point.

Although the virus isn't spreading much more quickly than your average flu, it's still a nasty infection, and the symptoms are difficult to effectively treat without proper equipment of facilities. Some of the relief supplies brought by Prince Xav include surgical masks and gloves for the people working triage to protect them from the airborne illness as much as possible. The supplies also include some analgesics and synergine, but hardly enough to go around. Fevers, aches and chills, coughing, vomiting -- they treat them with what they have once they run out of relief supplies. And for the most part, those with the flu manage to pull through and recover -- but if the flu turns to pneumonia, there's almost nothing they can do at that point. Thanks to the tireless efforts of villagers, soldiers, and some outsiders, the first half of the month sees only a 10% mortality rate between the village and the camp, resulting in only 23 influenza-related deaths.

Sonia is among the first to get sick, but she sweats it out in five days or so and manages a full recovery. Olivia, on the other hand, falls much more seriously ill. Piotr takes great care not to get sick; the camp is already incapacitated as it is.

camp
Camp morale is still buckling under the weight of crisis after crisis, but the arrival of Prince Xav and the improving weather have done a lot to lighten the mood. Xav and Ezar coordiate to distribute the relief supplies even as the flu ravages the camp and village, never a dull moment . Olivia and Sonia haven't seen their father Xav in over two years, and it's a long-overdue family reunion. Piotr welcomes the return of his friend and aide-de-camp Ezar, and Sonia seems to be getting into some kind of mischief with her cousin. And in a quiet moment here and there, Ezar can be seen talking to Negri.

By the morning of the 1st, Byerly Vorrutyer will have abruptly disappeared from camp.

Piotr is trying to keep military operations running as much as he can while half the camp tends to the sick or fall sick themselves. They'd found the traitors, yes, but Piotr's anger is far from satisfied. The food shortage had derailed their power supply strategy, and it's only further pushed back by this current crisis, so large operations are off the table. But Piotr has never underestimated the value of psychological warfare in this war. He has a few conveniently available corpses for hacking up and planting in the Cetagandan base just to shake things up a little, and anyone who can lift a sword without coughing is qualified. Xav does not approve.

missions
The medical assistance provided by the outsiders doesn't go unappreciated, nor without effect. Not every day is a success, but they manage to keep the mortality rate relatively low.

The infiltration missions to plant the severed body parts mostly go according to plan, although Lakshmi and Nash run afoul of some guards. Between the outsiders and other Barrayaran squads, they manage to plant several body parts, and in doing so, inadvertently spread the Barrayaran flu to the Cetagandans.

The outsiders scouting out Vorkosigan Vashnoi manage to stay undetected by Cetagandan soldiers, although they run into exotics on the other side. They manage to get some information about Micah's location, but very little…thankfully, Byerly passes on to Miles much more specific information the exotics were able to obtain.

Here are the unabridged mission results.

cetaganda
The snow piled up around the base starts to gradually melt over the course of the month as temperatures rise. The new wave of exotics are processed and very gently prodded like every group has been, but they've been treated with the same level of civility. The Cetagandans are generally exceedingly polite, but they are becoming a little less patient with the exotics after the recent bouts of violence and escapism.

Despite the Barrayaran flu sweeping the base, military operations must carry on. Zahal might have lost his informants in the Barrayaran camp, but he knows they've been struggling, and wants to implement some more aggressive tactics to hit them while they're down -- and more than that, the dead body parts of his own soldiers scattered around the base have had their intended effect, rattling and aggravating the ghem-General -- even more so when they realize that this was the means by which the plague spread to the base. Whatever organized strategy Zahal starts to pull together is immediately disrupted by the rapid spread of the virus through the base. With Cetagandan soldiers dropping like flies, military operations all but come to a halt on the base.

However, Cetagandan intelligence gets wind of a Barrayar-allied astrophysicist from Beta Colony, a planet renowned for its cutting-edge technological advances, particularly in the field of wormhole science; they may be able to solve some of the pieces of the puzzle. The Betan scientist is apparently hiding out in Vorkosigan Vashnoi, the capital city of the city. The virus has spread there too; Barrayarans and Cetagandans alike are facing the outbreak, although the native population seems to be faring a bit better. The Cetagandans need help bringing medical supplies, so while they're at it, the ghem-General dispatches a few teams to try and sniff out the scientist's location. Meanwhile, in the R&D labs, some of the exotics who have been promoted to lab assistant are helping the Cetagandans to make some advancements, and they're finally let in on some more details about the project.

plague
A few days into the month, some of the soldiers start to show cold-like symptoms -- and then the outbreak of Barrayaran influenza spreads rapidly throughout the base. Unlike the Barrayarans, the Cetagandans have no antibodies for this strain, and even their advanced immune systems cannot defend them against a totally new pathogen. They are infected even more quickly than the Barrayarans and their symptoms escalate rapidly as well, resulting in an alarming mortality rate. Cetagandan soldiers are falling sick left and right. Triage starts in the medbay, but they have to quarantine off another wing of the building just to make room for the rapidly growing population of infected ghem. The airborne virus is spreading through the base at an alarming speed -- save for Byerly, no one on base has ever been exposed to it. The symptoms are severe and while the Cetagandans have plenty of equipment, they have neither an antiviral nor a vaccine for the Barrayaran flu. High fever, vomiting, dehydration, respiratory and sinus problems run rampant, and though they have plenty in the way of synergine and analgesics, the Barrayaran flu quickly leads to pneumonia in most Cetagandan patients, and with their immune systems so completely unprepared, most patients with pneumonia die within 24 to 48 hours. The triage assistants are, at least, provided with surgical masks and gloves and antibacterial gel by the bucket load to protect them from the airborne illness as much as possible. By mid-month, nearly two thirds of the base has been infected.

The medical staff scrambles to put up a quarantine while also working on a vaccine for the uninfected population on the base. Byerly, being the only person on base who has ever been exposed to the Barrayaran flu, offers a blood sample -- potentially containing antibodies to this strain. Some of the Cetagandans' testing methods are a little ethically questionable, but they're trying to work fast. They're able to develop a working vaccine with a projected effectiveness of 70%.

Toward the middle of the month, Amai catches the flu and is laid low for about a week. Diya and Zahal take great care not to catch it -- Diya seems particularly absent lately.

base
Paranoia of infection hovers over the entire base, but some of the Cetagandans are concerned with another upcoming event: the arrival of the Handmaiden of the Star Crèche. What the Handmaiden of the Star Crèche actually is or does seems to be rather vague to the exotics -- she seems to play some role in genetic politics -- but it's known that she's haut, like Diya. The Cetagandans are scrambling to prepare for her arrival with considerable worry about resolving the flu epidemic before she touches down. The Cetagandans are about as close to cultural panic as they get right now. Diya received personal notice from the Handmaiden of the Star Crèche herself.

Starting on the 1st, Byerly Vorrutyer joins the exotic ranks as an undercover agent, looking not only for information but to potentially recruit exotics sympathetic to the Barrayaran cause.

Meanwhile in the labs, the Cetagandans have been letting the exotics get a little more hands-on with their research. Natasha, York and Symmetra have risen a bit in the ranks and are brought in on more specific projects. The ghem ladies are, surprisingly, now looking for volunteers to work in the gene labs too -- personnel shortage, of course.

missions
Even though a few of their own fall prey to the illness, the exotics' medical assistance does wind up being quite helpful, particularly with development of the vaccine. Meanwhile, eavesdroppers are doing their usual business and digging deep in places they shouldn't -- particularly where Amai and Diya are concerned.

The exotics that accompany the Cetagandans to Vorkosigan Vashnoi manage to stay undetected by Barrayaran soldiers, although they run into exotics on the other side. They are able to get some very detailed information about Micah's location, which Byerly passes back to the Barrayarans via Miles.

Here are the unabridged mission results.

Note: Negri and Zahal are available for threads by request only. Please hit up Madi or Ammay respectively for 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.
komarran: (why do vorkosigans happen to good people)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-03-05 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
Beth had said this place was more pleasant than her world. Safer in a way since the camp was not found by the Cetagandans. Has she seen sickness of this kind before? Their relief supplies would be spread thin already and while he hates not being able to hand a dose of it to her, he knows there are worse cases in the tent.

"A cold washcloth," he answers bluntly. "And water, if she can keep it down. I believe they have a local herb that helps to break fevers if she hasn't had that yet. Or do you believe her case severe enough to warrant the extra care?"
littlemissfutility: (32)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-05 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Camp is still safer than home, but at the moment, it feels like a close race. This is too much like the dying days of the prison--and if the Cetagandans find them while half the camp is about to keel over from the flu, they're going to be screwed. But her frustrations with their options are starting to wear on her. Everything that could make a real difference is off limits. Everyone who's caught the flu is just going to suffer.

"They'd better," she mutters, looking for the right little jar. "A cold washcloth isn't going to break anything."
komarran: (digging through archives like a boss)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-03-05 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, but it could help her find comfort." For at least a little while until the fever burned through it. Duv sighs into his mask. The whole situation was frustrating and he knows he's risking infection himself by trying to help. He can only hope to make their supplies stretch a little farther until this passes.

"Do you need assistance?"
littlemissfutility: (43)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-10 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
"I got it," she says shortly, and she does--an herb she's going to have to boil in water or mash up into a paste or whatever. It won't do crap except taste bitter and eat up some time, and maybe someone's fever'll drop a degree.

Don't be an asshole, she tells herself after a moment or two. It might do some good, even if it feels pointless in the wake of the deaths they've already seen. With some effort, she mutters, "It's better than nothing."
komarran: (decisions are happening over dinner)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-03-10 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Being here is better than nothing," he says firmly. These people could be suffering alone and those that have died could have been isolated in the cold, miles from any friendly faces. Sickness happened and with how far behind medical technology was on a whole on Barrayar, it's impressive they're able to do as much as they can.

"We're treating the symptoms we can and stopping it from spreading farther." And he sincerely hopes Beth isn't underestimating her part in that.
littlemissfutility: (50)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-12 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," she mutters, looking for the mortar and pestle. When she smells the herb, the little bit of training they'd given her comes back: crush it up and mix it with water and wrap it in cloth and put it on the sole of her foot and wrap it up with more cloth. She doesn't remember what they'd called it. "Right."

It's starting to feel like a lecture, and she's about as interested in learning a lesson as any sulky eighteen-year-old girl might be. (Some things never change, no matter how much death you see.) Beth starts grinding the herb up in silence, though she eventually says, "It's weird, how the flu finds you. Even when you're in the middle of nowhere."
komarran: (no one ever listens to me)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-03-13 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
It's hard for him not to delve into lecture mode given Beth's age. He has a lack of understanding of her home to place her within a proper context though it's admirable how well she carries herself in the frantic hurry of the med tent. He watches her work the mortar and pestle and once shes' ready, he wordlessly lifts the woman's foot to make the next step easier.

"I wonder how the other camp is faring," he says, opting to be vague than utter the word Cetaganda in the middle of a tense situation. "If the flu found us, it may have found them as well."
littlemissfutility: (06)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-14 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
It takes her a moment to realize what he means. When she's trying to be coy about the Cetas, she usually just drops her voice low, but obviously he means them. He wouldn't dance around bringing up the village.

"Maybe." It cheers her up a little, mean as that might be, to think of the Cetagandans suffering this sickness. If it takes any of them out, that saves the Barrayarans from the job. Nodding to him--almost like thanks--she wraps the thing around the woman's foot with a piece of clean gauze, careful not to drip too much. "Think they'd have medicine for it?"

He's the one who'd know.
komarran: (super unsure)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-03-15 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
He watches her work and holds the woman's ankle for as long as Beth needs.

"More than we would to comfort the inflicted, but nothing for this specific strand." Cetaganda having more supplies was hardly a secret. Outgunned, out supplied, and their technology was centuries behind as the planet had been fumbling to speed up their development. It had been one of the many reasons he'd chosen to study this planet and this time period. "It's specific to Barrayar."
littlemissfutility: (25)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-15 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
How do you know? she's about to ask, but he's from near Barrayar, and he's a professor. That's probably how. Shutting her mouth, she finishes up and gives a little nod to Duv as she draws her hands away. "Tell me when it's cold. Okay?" she says to the woman, who's coughing too much to respond--maybe even to hear her.

Seeing that, the way they can't do much of anything for people who're wheezing, feverish, that's what makes this hard. It wears on her in a way it hasn't in the past. She's been in places where there was medicine to spare--if at an often terrible price--and places where she wasn't the one trying to save the sick. Never places where she's on the front lines with nothing to offer except wet rags and hopes.

Beth puffs out a hard breath and straightens up, looking for the next task they can accomplish. "Maybe we could get some from them."
komarran: (nevermind still awful)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-03-17 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
He recognizes that language, in both body and tone. Duv studies Beth carefully and blocks out the rest of the scene. Crisis situations were not new for him, he'd been in the center of various ones in his youth although not quite like this. The desire to do something rash never quite left when the moment hit and Duv knows damn well she could very easily be ready to start a raid on the other base if it meant helping those in pain here.

"We could," he answers carefully. "If the opportunity arose. I would advise against it until we had better intel." And while no one in a position of power was informing him of sensitive information, he doubts they know enough to launch a successful raid for medical supplies.
littlemissfutility: (49)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-17 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
A raid makes sense. A raid does something. Standing around in the woods and hoping this plant and that rag are going to keep somebody from dying is starting to feel futile.

"Then we should send out people to get intel. We did before." She'd gone, slipping through the snow in her cowgirl boots down to the Cetas' compound. "There has to be something we can do."

As she mutters all that, she tucks up a sleeping patient's blankets--they fell aside him in some earlier tossing and turning. Nobody's going to do anything on her word, of course, but talking about how they could helps a little, even if she's already half-waiting for Duv to answer with a dozen reasons they can't.
komarran: (how many icons are there of duv drinking)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-03-18 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, and I have no doubt we'll do it again." Sitting around and doing nothing wasn't what won any fights for the Barrayarans. Trying not to intervene in history while he was standing in the middle of it was difficult though he has to admit to marveling at watching every detail unfold.

Not that it eases what's happening here any, with the suffering surrounding them.

"For now, they need to ensure the rest of their troops aren't infected and this is minimized." And hopefully the Cetagandans were preoccupied doing the same.