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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-03-18 02:15 pm

[ march ii log: ageless beauty ]

Who: Everyone!
What: The skies finally lighten, and so do spirits, but there are still quiet machinations in the dark. The good doctor's fate is finally decided.
When: March 18th - 31st
Where: Barrayaran camp, Cetagandan base & Riverfall Village
Warnings: TBD

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

First: Special thanks and credit to Vee ([profile] veelynn) for lending us her beautiful photography for this event!

TIMELINE
3/19 Art Fair
3/20 York & Ratchet's arrival to the Barrayaran camp
3/22 Raid: Medical Supplies
3/26 Haut Sei's arrival, Eavesdropping Eta
3/27 Eavesdropping Sigma
3/27 - 3/28 Rat Race
3/29 Official reception for Haut Sei
3/30 Mystery Plot

One thing can be said for the month of March: at least the weather's gotten better. By mid-month, while the piled-up snow is slow to melt, the temperatures have now risen to just freezing rather than well below freezing. It's still a pretty cold March, but by this point, anything close to freezing feels like a balmy spring, and they have a nice string of sunny days for the rest of the month.

riverfall
Although their numbers have been thinned by the flu epidemic, Cetagandan patrols still pass regularly through the village, allowing those spying for the Cetagandans to pass along information via dead drop.

Riverfall was hit just as hard by the epidemic as the camp, and by the end of the month, the village houses no more than sixty people. The aid from the outsiders and soldiers in caring for and treating the sick goes a long way, but by the end, there are still a lot of bodies to bury and souls to burn death offerings for. There's an overall somber cast to the village despite the brightening weather.

barrayar
The Barrayarans haven't been hit as dramatically as the Cetagandans, but their numbers are much fewer, and patrols are still thin. Anyone healthy enough is being asked to pull double shifts, stretching their resources where they can, but at least the food situation is improving considerably thanks to both Xav's relief supplies and the lightening weather.

Once seeing both his daughters recover from the flu, Prince Xav leaves camp on the 19th to rendezvous with his transport back to Vorbarr Sultana so he can make another risky attempt at getting off-planet and back through the wormhole blockade. Ezar, as Piotr's aide-de-camp, sticks around -- and so does Negri, of course.

Knowing that it would be safer (if less comfortable) and possibly more useful for the Barrayarans to rendezvous with Micah rather than try to get them back off-planet, Xav leaves Doctor Niadem's fate in Barrayaran hands…and not to great result. Now that the Cetagandans have Micah, Piotr and his general staff -- and anyone in-the-know enough about the situation to provide any advisement -- are still debating what to do about Micah and the wormhole device. They could either try to rescue Micah to their side…or leave them in Cetagandan hands and hope to make contact via one of their informants.

This makes cultivating informants on the Cetagandan side an even higher priority, and if anyone has any ties to outsiders on the other side, personal or otherwise, Piotr wants to hear about it. Any intelligence about the Star Gate Project is vital.

plague
The ill in the camp and Riverfall are recovering, slowly, but the flu is still spreading, reaching its apex, and people are still getting sick. Even as the weather clears up, it's still damp, and many of the sick are falling to pneumonia, a near-certain death without antibiotics. They've already exhausted the medical supplies Xav and Ezar brought with them, and the medical raids went poorly -- only resulting in enough antibiotics for about 20% of the village and camp's combined population.

By the end of the month, though, the Barrayarans are finally beginning to pull through. The camp and village start to recover, with the mortalities over the month total to 58 influenza-related deaths. It's time to bury the death, burn a death offering, and keep on moving on.

camp
Both Olivia and Sonia have recovered from their bouts with the flu, more or less intact despite Olivia's very touch-and-go health for a while. Now Sonia's repaying everyone's visits to her by tending to the sick and helping out where she can. And as the weather warms up and people start to recover, the line for the bath tent starts getting longer…it's still pretty cold, but after lying around in the sickbay tent for a while, few people are going to complain for the chance to wash.

Morale is still buckling, so amidst all the doom and gloom, Sonia decides to try and bring a little levity to the camp by hosting a makeshift little art show on the 19th. The Princess can often be seen with her old antique camera, taking candids or scenic pictures in the mountains, although she rarely shows her work to anyone else. Tonight, though, she has hung up a variety of her black-and-white photos around the camp for the art fair -- some of the candids are even of outsiders, and Sonia's aim seems to be catching everyone in their warmest, happiest moment. There's no sense of tragedy or despair in her work.

She's encouraged as many of the soldiers and outsiders to contribute anything in the way of art -- stories, songs, performance, or craft, she invites it all. A few soldiers make a surprisingly harmonic little chorus, and some visiting villagers give engaging tellings of Barrayaran legends. Lakshmi shows off some of her embroidery, and Beth and Tucker both bring a little singing to the table, although the majority of Barrayarans probably aren't going to appreciate a cappella Queen. Daryl shoots a mouse and either fails to understand art entirely or transcends to a brand new plane of artistic enlightenment. Also, please don't let Tucker pose nude for you.

It winds up doing some good for morale -- giving the soldiers some other context to focus on besides the war, something of an escape, or a reminder of what they're fighting for and what they long to live to see again. And for the first time, Sonia doesn't feel quite so useless.

missions
The medical assistance provided by the outsiders doesn't go unappreciated, nor without effect. Not every day is a success, but at least they manage to keep the mortality rate from climbing too high.

The medical raids are a near-unmitigated disaster, with every single raiding party running afoul of Cetagandan guards and losing some of their bounty on the way out. They only manage to make away with supplies/topicals/OTC analgesics for 40% of the population, vaccine for 20% of the population, and antibiotics for 35% of the population.

The race to Micah's location in Vorkosigan Vashnoi is a frantic one, but despite the outsiders' efforts as well as Natasha, Byerly and Kaidan's efforts to slow down the Cetagandans, the Cetagandans get to Doctor Micah Niadem first.

Here are the unabridged mission results.

cetaganda
Piotr's attempt at psychological warfare was a total success: Zahal is furious over the severed body parts of his own soldiers discovered around the camp, and even more so over the wholly unintentional but devastating biowarfare that comes with it. That part has Piotr rather tickled.

With full intel on Micah's location in hand, Zahal sends as many able-bodied squads to Vorkosigan Vashnoi as he can, including several exotics. Natasha, Kaidan and Byerly work covertly to try and slow the operation down, but ultimately, the Cetagandans still reach Micah first and bring them back to base -- taking proper precaution to vaccinate them before bringing them in, of course. It wouldn't do for their newest and very valuable asset to suddenly die of some backwater plague.

The Cetagandan base is still pretty thin on the personnel front, but they're managing to continue operations as normal. The announcement of the visit from the Handmaiden of the Star Crèche has every able-bodied person on base in a frenzy as they try to prepare and make the base suitable for receiving her. This is clearly an occasion of great honor as well as face -- if she were improperly received, ghem-General Zahal and Lady Diya would surely suffer for it.

plague
The plague reaches its apex in the Cetagandan base, but with Ratchet and Natasha's help, they were able to synthesize a vaccine for the flu. The quarantine isn't airtight, so there's still risk of infection, and they have to make sure those distributing the vaccine aren't at risk of spreading the infection. Overall, they're able to inoculate about 80% of the uninfected population.

Amai makes a full recovery, despite being dramatically (albeit not entirely unrealistically) convinced she was on death's door every second.

By the end of the month, the Barrayaran flu has about a 30% mortality rate on the Cetagandan base, resulting in about 3000 influenza-related deaths.

base
The quarantine remains in effect until nearly the end of the month, but finally, once the epidemic has died down and the Handmaiden has been vaccinated, Haut Sei Navarr arrives. The base hurriedly puts together a formal reception for her on the 30th, and rather than another party, it is just that -- a clearly ritualized receiving of her presence, so rarely seen beyond Eta Ceta, let alone the rest of the Empire.

The reception for Haut Sei is exceedingly formal, and unlike the relatively lighter air of the party last month, inappropriate behavior is going to be much less generously tolerated here. The exotics are not required to attend, but if they do, it'll be about a four-hour reception with a clear ritual protocol that will nonetheless seem very obtuse to outside viewers. Diya is prominent in the reception, being the only other haut on base, and is in fact the only one truly suited to receive her -- although, unlike Diya, Haut Sei does not appear in public unmasked. As is the custom of haut ladies still in their constellations, Haut Sei travels in a float chair encased in an opaque force bubble -- she can see out, but no one can see in. She brings with her a small entourage of servitors known as the ba, who serve not only as testing grounds for new genetic combinations, but are also genetically engineered for loyalty and service. Ba are not clones -- each ba is a work of art unto itself, each carefully created, and while they are not quite so fey in their beauty, the aesthetic effort is undeniable. All of the ba with Haut Sei are curiously hairless, which seems to be a popular trend in their design among the haut these days.

Meanwhile on the scientific end, the Cetagandans are delving deeper into what is officially referred to as the Star Gate Project. They're working with Satya to build a hard-light mapping device, but in the meantime, they have laid out the most crucial parts needed to build it: high-precision electromagnetic bearings to hold up the Necklin rods and spin them by a magnetic field for reduced friction; high-quality seals and pumps to create the necessary vacuum required for precise jump-plotting; something generating EM shielding to prevent interference, a problem unique to creating a Necklin field of this size and in this environment; and high-precision controls and controls software based on those used in existing jump ships, modifications for which are underway. And, of course, the Necklin rods themselves, which they have yet to figure out a way to fabricate.

And now that Micah is on base, the Cetagandans can finally put them to work in the wormhole lab on some of those elusive five-space math problems.

They're still developing their theory of neural netting and how a Necklin field might directly interact with the human brain without a jump implant. Based on their research so far, this may not actually be much of a problem, but there's another factor they have yet to work out: how to key the Star Gate to an exotics' own home universe. The Cetagandan neurologists have a few theories that they're working with Deanna and Natasha on.

missions
With help from the exotics, they're able to vaccinate 80% of the base's uninfected population. Satya and Pearl, despite their hard efforts, have yet to finish the hard-light mapping device by the end of the month.

A few exotics learn a bit more about Sei and Diya's history, as well as Diya and Amai's plans for covering up their less than authorized experiments. It also comes to light that the haut are planning to open gene therapy trials for any exotics who experienced power loss.

The race to Micah's location in Vorkosigan Vashnoi is a frantic one, but despite the outsiders' efforts as well as Natasha, Byerly and Kaidan's efforts to slow down the Cetagandans, the Cetagandans get to Doctor Micah Niadem first.

Here are the unabridged mission results.

Note: Negri, Amai, Zahal, and Olivia are available for threads by request only. Please hit up Madi (Negri & Amai) or Ammay (Zahal & Olivia) 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.
protocol: (► expect the dollar)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-31 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wash would have very little interest in sparing the life of someone who'd driven his best friend insane, whether they were on the Cetagandan base or not. ]

I guess your style is is just to beat them within an inch of his life, instead?
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-31 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
My goodness no. Have you somehow come away with the impression that I am?
asafepairofhands: (human - hello)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-31 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ratchet scoffs.]

Oh, he's fine, both his legs still worked, he could walk himself to medical. Anyway, he's stuck on that base with Whirl now, a crewmate of mine, and that's a far better punishment than a swift death.
Edited 2017-03-31 21:21 (UTC)
protocol: (► ladderpoints is now upon us)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-31 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There is a weight to it, a mutual vulnerability. One that they both instinctively understand. Wash is calm, here, just matching her gaze, and he sees that question in her eyes. The answer's probably obvious to her, too, but that isn't the point here, is it? Just like how they traded secrets, before. Trading pieces of themselves.

What was the first thing he'd imagined doing to Byerly, after all, when he had him in that alleyway, when he had him pressed up against his chest? It wasn't just killing him, wasn't just knocking him out, wasn't just fucking him, no. It was pushing him against the wall with his arm locked over his throat, and he likes it that way sometimes instead of with his fingers just because he likes the way it looks when they grab at his arm when they struggle for air, and he'd wondered how much pressure it would take, how much air he would have to force from his lungs before he would finally stop fucking talking.

Maybe a bare hand would've been better. He does always like those bruises.

The corner of his mouth quirks upward, ever so slightly, though his expression is a little quieter than hers, with that same intensity, that same edge of something wicked and raw. He tips his head back ever so slightly, brushes his thumb over the back of her wrist. ]


I would've liked it, too.

[ And then he's pulling his hand away. A moment, that's enough. He looks back at her, and then breaks her gaze, back to the task on hand. ]

He'll use this, Natashka. You know he will -- you gave him too much. [ Falling that half-a-step back he'd taken forward a moment before, leaning back against the edge of the table behind him. ] He'll use me, too.

Don't let him. [ And he's sure she already knows this, but this is still his job, isn't it? To look out for her, that makes this an order, something she actually has to follow, but of course he's a -- a friend, too, he supposes. That's what this is, right? He would call her a friend. ] And if he does press too much, well. I guess we've a couple ideas on what to do with him now, huh?

[ A laugh, there. Just the slightest edge to it. ]

But as much as it pains me to say -- you'll need to play nice, with him. He is a spy for Barrayar, and that means it'll be more useful for both of you to be pointed elsewhere rather than at each other. He has his talents, and you have yours, and we'll find some way to split tasks between you to keep you both safe. I doubt he has the same access to the gene labs that you have. Maybe we'll set him on Diya and Sei, leave your to focus on other work, find another link to wear away at.

We'll have to see. [ A bit of a sigh, his arms folded across his chest. It's back to business, now, well and truly. ] I do have other people I need you to watch, if you know of them already. Symmetra, and Kurt.
protocol: (► however the internal combustion engine)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-31 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Sounds like he got off far too easy, then.

[ Wash still would've killed him. But well, there's nothing for it, now, and don't mind as he narrows in on a detail. ]

What made him so helpless, here? [ This place messed with him as badly as it did with me. Interesting, given what he knows about what the wormhole took from some of them. He won't pry too much, if this turns out to be something Ratchet wants to talk around, but that is definitely something he caught. ]
vorrutyer: (Default)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-31 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ How does he feel? He feels...euphoric. Ecstatic. As his lungs gulp in air, it's like he's reborn, or born for the first time - his brain fuzzy and pleasant and pleased, his limbs tingling with pleasure. He looks up in her eyes, and thinks, I love her - I am in love with her - and also, my God, I cannot trust this woman. There's cruelty in her, truly...Though there's something marvelous in her, too, something kind and responsible and serious. He squeezed, and she let go at once. She's so strange. ]

Insanely horny.

[ That comment is robbed of some of its vulgarity by the wry little quirk of his lips, the self-deprecating tilt of his eyebrows. That's not a request, or a demand, but a lament. He pushes his cheek against her hand, nuzzling her like a cat. ]

Desperate for more. Do you have a knife? You could cut me. Just a little.
dendarii: (solpadeine111)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-31 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, actually.
vorrutyer: (what a shitty grin)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-31 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
I see. Perhaps you ought to lay off the maple mead, Miles.
Edited 2017-03-31 22:36 (UTC)
asafepairofhands: (human - what the hell)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-31 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ratchet pauses, eyeing Wash thoughtfully for a long moment. He knows how uncomfortable Wash is with his knowing something that Wash considers a weakness and he balances briefly on a razor edge of wanting to keep the number of people who know what he really is to a bare minimum and wanting to even the playing field a little. Equilibrium wins and the breath rushes out of him in a sigh.]

I see York hasn't told you. Which makes sense--he's been too busy coughing his throat raw and not keeping fluids down to chat with you about my history, and he's the only one who knows so far but--well. At the risk of you thinking I've lost my mind, because what I'm about to tell you is crazy even by the standards of this place, before I was put here I wasn't human. Not even remotely. I've been to Earth, I've known humans but I'm not one, not really. [He watches Wash's face, his own eyes wary, but he doesn't stop.] I only told York after the escape attempt because we were both fast penta'd and it all came spilling out then, and the Cetagandans were the one I was trying to keep it from to prevent myself from ending up flat on my back in a surgical suite being vivisected or some damn thing. And York deserved to know.

But like I said, I'm not an organic. Before I was put here I was fifteen feet tall and made entirely of metal, and I'm around five and a half million years old. Tarn's the same, but he knows way less about organics than I do, let alone humans--he's never met something small and squishy that he didn't want to step on and he's used to being a thirty foot tall tank. After that, you don't expect being kicked in the shin to hurt so damned much. [Ratchet rubs at the back of his neck and his nerve fails, his eyes sliding away from Wash's face.]

Anyway. I know that sounds insane and there's no real way for me to prove what I'm telling you but... there it is, I guess. If I've been cagey about anything we talked about back at the Cetagandan base, that's probably why.
protocol: (► ladderpoints is now upon us)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-31 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't doubt that. There is some amusement in his voice still, not unkind. ]

Guess you never really leave protocol behind, huh.
protocol: (► costs!)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-31 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wash, to his credit, just -- listens. He's quiet the whole time, just occasionally nodding, something flickering across his expression here and there but he's clearly more than content to just sit and listen to what Ratchet has to tell him. There's a slight flicker in his expression when Ratchet says he's not human, and of all things, the other thing that gets a bit more of a reaction out of him is the way Ratchet says York deserved to know.

Otherwise, he just attentive, pausing for a while once Ratchet's done just to make sure he's actually said his piece. Aliens, unsurprising, he's met aliens, after all. Being turned human, also unsurprising, he's been through this with Jasper. Fifteen feet tall and made of metal and being five and a half million years old, okay, surprising. But nothing he can't handle.

There's a murmur of something at the back of his mind, a whisper that this can't possibly be real, are you fucking kidding me, David, but he ignores it. ]


You're doing a pretty good job at this whole being human thing, then. [ It's been a couple of months and you're getting laid, good for you, Ratchet. ] So -- what are you, if there's a name for it? What would the humans you knew call you?

[ Wash apparently doesn't have much of a problem with your big infodump, Ratchet. He just wants to know more. ]
asafepairofhands: (human - hello)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-31 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Relief floods briefly into Ratchet's expression when Wash doesn't tell him he's lost his mind or just get up and leave because he thinks Ratchet is bullshitting him. He looks up again, his mouth tilting.]

Well, the humans I knew would call me a pain in the ass, but so were they, so that's all right. The only reason I'm doing as well as I am is because I was stationed on Earth for a while. Picked up some medicine there so I could help out in an emergency, made some friends. The technical term is Cybertronian, for the planet I'm from--my full name is Ratchet of Tagan Heights, which is where I was born, for lack of a better word for it--but there are others like me from different places who classify themselves differently. We're at the tail end of a four million year civil war that left our planet dead and what's left of our species in diaspora so there's no clear-cut answer for you, sorry.

[He settles back a little, watching Wash curiously.]

You seem to be taking this relatively well. Not that I'm complaining.
protocol: (► once you have a soul)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-31 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wash is always cautious, but he generally trusts his read of people, and if nothing else what he's gotten from Ratchet is that he's not much of a liar. This would be a lot of work. A lot of pointless work. The best lies are the simpler ones. Wash just shrugs a little, giving Ratchet a slight smile. ]

Might've been around the block some in terms of the whole alien thing. [ Though the smile -- fades, there. ] I'm sorry to hear about what's happened to your planet. To your -- people.

[ ??? Words. You know what he meant. ]

York's probably mentioned, but where we come from we've just gotten out of a twenty-eight year war against an alien hegemony. A much shorter war, but. Their aim was to wipe out humanity. [ A slight grimness to his tone. ] Depending on how you measure things, they may have essentially succeeded.
Edited 2017-03-31 23:43 (UTC)
asafepairofhands: (human - tired)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-31 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
We did sort of do it to ourselves. [Ratchet's voice is dry.] But--thank you. We managed to get the planet back up and running a little bit ago and people are living on it again now and mostly not shooting each other as much, so it's progress, after a fashion.

[That gives Ratchet pause, though, and he shifts a little where he's sitting.]

That's... why we were on Earth, actually. Not, y'know, to wipe out humanity ourselves, but that was the opposing faction's M.O. The war got really politically complicated on top of being really stupid, but the Decepticons would go from organic planet to organic planet and just... [Ratchet makes a tiny gesture with one hand, the lines on his face deep in the flickering light of the fire.] Scour them clean. Some slag about the inherent supremacy of inorganic life, but we stepped in as much as we could. Earth ended up... all right, for the most part. But I'm sorry too.
symmetricks: (pic#10948815)

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-03-31 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course not. You are...you are twisting my words.

[ Right. Because it's easier to be angry at him than look at this too closely, but right now she's not sure. She's just not so sure of anything. War is never the answer, violence is never a solution, save as a last resort.

But if it brought peace? If it gave humanity the tools to end conflict forever? Would it be worth that? Does she get to decide that? Or will it already be decided for her when the machine is complete? ]


symmetricks: (pic#10950172)

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-03-31 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
It seemed unwise to do so. Too much attention drawn and they might suspect where it is I came from.

[ And she's not counting on their goodwill, at this point. There is no reason to, when they've been so stubborn and standoffish before now. With this gloom and death hanging over the village like a shroud, their welcome is unlikely to have grown any warmer. ]
symmetricks: (pic#10948812)

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-03-31 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Right. She's just...going to set that aside, for now. Thank you. She thinks.

Moving on. ]


They do. In all things they seek beauty and harmony. Even the most functional of performances is aesthetically attended to as well. It is quite admirable.

[ And part of what drew her to them in the first place, admittedly. ]
symmetricks: (pic#10950172)

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-03-31 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"I do not."

But she waits expectantly all the same. Surely, if it was brought up, Micah has a reason for doing so. They might as well come out with it.
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-31 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He smiles at her, equal parts cheek and warmth. It's a harmless sort of fleeting when he says: ]

Ah. Of course, with that focus of theirs...Do you find that they attend to you a great deal?
symmetricks: (pic#11019129)

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-03-31 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Only when a party arises.

[ The corner of her lip quirks slightly. ]

I've learned a fair deal about what it all means, the colors, the layering and the fabric, even the scents they decide upon. But much of it remains a mystery.
symmetricks: (pic#10948815)

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-03-31 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Her eyes lifted from her meal, pausing before lowering her utensil. Kurt. One of the newcomers, she recalled, who she'd spoken to in passing a few times before now.

Which had him ahead of most everyone else, exotics included.

"No. I do not."

And she gestured with a hand to the space across from her. He was welcome to sit wherever he liked, though she was somewhat glad of the friendly face to speak to. Hopefully this one didn't disappear as quickly as the last.
protocol: (► mysterious as the dark long of a shoe)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-31 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He nods, just listening, files away all the information in his head -- and there's a genuine relief in his expression when Ratchet talks about how they've managed to rebuild. And that shifts, again, something quiet and unreadable when Ratchet starts to talk about wiping out humanity. Not them, of course not them, but there's always someone, isn't there. ]

We're a little past Earth, where I come from.

Pre-war, we'd had about eight hundred colonies, and after, well. A lot less than that. [ Under two hundred. ] The Covenant did something we called glassing. Plasma orbital bombardment . . . like terraforming a planet, but in reverse. Literally fusing rock into silica glass. The entire place would be unlivable.

Earth ended up all right for the most part for us, too.
vorrutyer: (whimsical (but smug))

FLIRTING, harmless FLIRTING

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-31 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
I suppose they like it that way. Or there are no real secrets - they just pretend there are, so that they can always be the smartest ones in the room.
asafepairofhands: (human - shock)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-04-01 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Ratchet hisses out a soft curse, rubbing a hand over his mouth.]

That's... it was just Earth, where I'm from. Humans hadn't gotten into serious space travel yet, not really. The Decepticons weren't quite that organized--they had people for that sort of thing, specially trained to just be dropped onto a planet and leave absolutely nothing in their wake. It was... vile.
protocol: (► ladderpoints is now upon us)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-01 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wash is relatively surprised that this seems new to Ratchet, that York wouldn't have told him about the war. Priorities, he supposes. Wash finds it easy to talk about the war and the UNSC, as a means of giving people information so that he doesn't sound too cagey, so that he doesn't have to talk about anything he actually doesn't want to talk about. York's always been looser about Freelancer. Maybe he's tighter about the war.

He sighs a little, smiles, bitter and dry. ]


There's always a war, isn't there? [ Always, always a war. That's one thing Wash feels like he's learning more and more, when he talks to people from different worlds. ]