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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.
oldvor: (pic#10679797)

[personal profile] oldvor 2017-03-23 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Piotr appreciates straight to the point. He appreciates good soldiering. He appreciates dedication to the cause, especially from an outsider.

He really, really does not appreciate shit going on behind his back.

Piotr's eyes narrow at once, a clear acknowledgment of the implicit failure to report this until now, but he doesn't say anything except, "Another outsider?"
protocol: (► tooth grey yellow foyer)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-23 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Wash doesn't like when shit goes on behind his back either, Piotr, he does sympathize, but well. He's also a massive hypocrite, and entirely self-aware of it. Wash's expression doesn't flicker, doesn't falter, even if he knows damned well what that look in his eyes means. It is a failure. If Piotr doesn't bring it up later, Wash will bring it up himself, but for now. Business.

"Yes, sir." Another nod, and then comes the lie, and Wash is terribly well-practiced at lying in the face of authority, whatever that might say about his life. "Natasha Romanoff -- she was in the military, in her world. We'd talked about our misgivings about the Cetagandans more than once, and I left a coded message for her the night before the escape. I was just able to meet with her, in Riverfall."

Literally just. He'd come straight to you after that, had some time to process her report and how to speak with you on the way here, so that's responsible enough, right. Even if he'd apparently arranged to meet her in person rather than a much safer dead drop. Sorry about that also.
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-03-25 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
All those unsaid sorries aren't going to cut it with Piotr, but right now he's focused on the matter at hand. He does, if nothing else, have his priorities straight in wartime. His expression doesn't shift, either, save for a sharpening of his eyes, like he's looking right through Wash.

"And how are you certain she's not a Cetagandan agent?"
protocol: (► that we have a good)

this is probably exactly the opposite of the answer piotr wants but lol

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-25 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
He'll admit his faults later, but Wash wants to be sure he gets what information he can across before Piotr might decide to dismiss him out of hand. The man's eyes sharpen further, and Wash feels a prickle at the back of his neck, it's familiar, like every CO he's ever had, like the damned Director, but different, too. The Director had been so full of himself, all about self-assurance, grand visions in service of a personal ambition. Piotr's feels more like, well. A General. The steeled determination of a man who'll do whatever it takes to win a war.

That question, though. The answer is simple, remarkably so. Probably not one Piotr will like, though.

"I'm not, sir." Plain, simple, honest, his own gaze managing to be unwavering and calm, his own determination in his eyes. "I spoke with her when I was still in their base. She was another outsider, as uncomfortable with the Cetagandans as I was. She likely was able to figure out the plan for Rani's rescue, but she did not sabotage it. She played a large part in York and Ratchet's escape. But -- sir, there is nothing she's done to ensure me of her loyalties that can't be a lie."

Piotr doesn't know him yet, but well, that might give him a good indication of just how cautious and wary and slow to trust Wash is. He's damned well thought of it himself, that Natasha could easily be a plant, somehow, a fake-exotic among the others. He gives that a moment, just because he's sure that's not the answer Piotr wanted, before continuing.

"I feel like the report she's given me is valuable and sound, and that it's important that you hear it." So please let him give it to you before you tell him to go away. "I am certain, sir. But only because I'd trust her with my life."
oldvor: (pic#9429947)

HE PREFERS TRUTH TO BULLSHIT TBH

[personal profile] oldvor 2017-03-29 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Piotr, to his credit, merely listens until Wash has finished speaking, though his gaze doesn't relent, his eyes hard. There are wheels turning behind those eyes, careful calcuations and skimming through every plan and contingency. There's no such thing as a sure thing in war, he knows that. And Wash has the bearing of a good soldier, and he's done good work for them thus far.

They can no more trust Natasha than the Cetagandans can Byerly, but that doesn't render her useless. That she is on the Cetagandan base still is something more to their advantage. They can, at least, control what she knows. In theory. If Wash doesn't go off without (or against) orders again. His eyes finally narrow slightly in concluding thought before he speaks.

"Save for fast-penta, there is no way of knowing for certain," he says judiciously. "And any ally, any source of information is valuable -- even if that information must be taken with a grain or two of salt. But the facts are, indeed, in her favor, and if she is as clever as you say she is, then she could be a useful asset."

He'll get to the part where Wash went behind his back later. Shortly. When he's done with this part. "You say you would trust her with your life. But would you stake your honor on that trust?"
protocol: (► mysterious as the dark long of a shoe)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-30 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Honor. An interesting word. In his world, in his time, it's little more than a platitude, anymore, but Wash has been on Barrayar and learned enough to understand what honor means, at least in theory. He doesn't think he grasps just how significant of a role it really plays in the culture, in their everyday lives, but he does understand the practical side of it well enough. What Piotr is asking him to do is to stake his life on his trust in Natasha -- or well, something more valuable than even that, but in the end that's what the cost will be.

He does trust her.

"I would, sir." What are the right words, here? Miles has sworn to him a few times, my word as Vorkosigan, but Wash's name has no weight here for more reasons than one. Just his word, then? That might have to do. There is a pause when he considers that, but it's not one of hesitance, not from the way he holds Piotr's gaze the whole time, unwavering. "You have my word."

A pause, to let that rest, to make it clear that he means that, and he does want to press that he knows he went behind Piotr's back. That he isn't hoping to skate by.

"I'll accept any consequences you see fit for what I've done, sir." He doesn't need to point out what he's talking about, he's sure. "But I must insist that that a point of contact be arranged for her -- and if not me, I have recommendations, if you'd hear them."
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i really love writing piotr sometimes

[personal profile] oldvor 2017-04-03 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a brief moment of consideration and then Piotr nods. He'll take Wash at his word -- the man has no other guarantee to offer, nor a better one on Barrayar. The man should know by now what it means to a Barrayaran to break one's word.

"I don't see any point in assigning anyone else," Piotr says bluntly, brows drawn down. "It's critical that matters of contact with the other side stay classified. Strictly need-to-know. And if you're already in contact with her, then you might as well handle her."

You're responsible for her because you staked your word on it. That's the implicit followup there. The gaze he fixes Wash with now is even harder, harder than stone, utterly unmoving.

"I'm not so stubborn a man so as to fixate on things I cannot change," he says sharply, "the past included. Don't mistake me, Washington. I'm pissed as hell you went behind my back, and under any other circumstances, I'd have strung you up by your thumbs from the nearest maple tree by now. But competent soldiers are in short supply -- mine, as I'm sure you've noticed, keep dying -- and our intelligence situation is critical."

Which means he's not going to have you flayed alive today, Wash. But Piotr leans forward, eyes sharpening even further.

"Do not," he says, his voice low, dangerous, "make the mistake of thinking that I am letting this slide just because I need you on active duty right now. I am not. I am giving you an opportunity to stop pulling before you draw enough rope to hang yourself with. But if you jeopardize our tactical situation by going behind my back again, Washington, do not think for a second I won't hang you with it myself."