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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-04-02 02:25 pm

[ april i log: if home is where the heart is ]

Who: Everyone
What: The sun finally comes out in proper spring, the labs are full of excitement, and Piotr prepares for real war. Your princess is in another castle.
When: April 1st - 18th
Where: the Barrayaran camp, the Cetagandan base, Riverfall Village
Warnings: TBD

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

TIMELINE
4/5 Eavesdropping Eta
4/6 Eavesdropping Sigma
4/8 Eavesdropping Mu
4/10 Mystery Plot
4/11 - 4/12 Resources: Weapons & Equipment


riverfall
The locals are celebrating the much-welcome coming of spring, and it is a warm one. Pleasant mountain breezes carry the far-off scent of the ocean, and bit by bit, the Barrayaran flora is beginning to bloom. Wildflowers spring up all over, adding a lively splash of color to the camp and village on the backdrop of Barrayar's rust-red native flora.

While the villagers aren't exactly hosting a festival, the entire village is pitching in to sow the spring crops, delayed by the cold freeze. But they lost a quarter of their population to the flu, and they're short on hands. So Barrayarans and outsiders alike come to the village to help, the villagers welcoming them into their homes for the night, as it's a half a day's hike between the camp and the village. While it isn't quite summer yet, the village children are already starting to splash around near the waterfall, inviting others by way of playfully splashing water on them as they pass by.

After the battle, however, the mood in the village turns to ash. With another dozen dead to bury, they've lost almost half their population in the last few months, only 48 of them left, and some of their homes were damaged or destroyed by plasma fire during the fight. Mercifully, their fields were untouched, but the village is littered with bodies, the site of a massacre. Barrayaran soldiers carry off their own dead as well as the Cetagandans, while the villagers burn death offerings beyond the fields.

barrayar
Morale is finally on the rise with the brightening weather, especially with their food stores replenished and the full recovery of the flu in the camp. Their numbers are down, but the Cetagandans' are even worse, and the tactical situation has changed. With half the Cetagandans' force either dead or out of commission, a window of opportunity presents itself. Piotr decides that need to recapture Vorkosigan Vashnoi -- if the city weren't occupied, then Micah's kidnapping by the Cetagandans could have been prevented. The base is an easy target right now with its defenses down -- until reinforcements arrive -- and the reconnaissance they'd done on the base's power generators a few months ago will finally be put to use. They may have a chance at using this to drive the occupying forces out of the city, too.

But they don't have a chance of successfully taking hold of the city without the rest of Piotr's army. About a month before the first outsiders arrived, the location of Piotr's previous camp was discovered by the Cetagandans, and the army split in two to return to fallback locations. The plan was always to rendezvous as soon as possible and reunite the army, and they need to rejoin forces now more than ever. Scouts are sent off into the mountains, looking to make contact with their comrades, and they're in luck -- the other half of Piotr's army, currently led by Major Rifkin, one of his missing general staff.

The last few months haven't been kind to the Barrayarans' supply of weapons and equipment. There's no way they could launch a successful assault on the base with their meager supplies, so Piotr sends several parties to make contact with the underground civilian resistance in Vorkosigan Vashnoi and stock up, then smuggle the weapons out of the city.

They're also low on weapons and equipment, which means Piotr is sending several parties back to Vorkosigan Vashnoi to stock up. Piotr and Ezar have contacts in the city, valuable allies who are part of the underground civilian resistance. They can provide the goods -- but one of the teams will be responsible for making sure the weapons are smuggled safely out of the city with the assistance of other members of the civilian resistance.

With Micah in Cetagandan hands, they are no doubt making progress on the Star Gate Project. Piotr, however, is convinced of Micah's sympathies, and their work could still be to their benefit -- or at least, to the outsiders'. And if nothing else, Micah would be the ideal candidate for sabotage should it come down to it. But for now, Piotr is interested in keeping Micah alive. Micah is a personal friend of Prince Xav's as well as a sympathizer, and their care was entrusted to Piotr, a matter of honor. So for now, his orders to his informants are merely to keep a close eye on Micah and their activities, even befriend them, but not to let slip their true sympathies to Barrayar. And now, with Sonia held captive, Piotr wants more than ever to make new informant contacts on the Cetagandans.

camp
Morale is on the rise, steady and surely. People are feeling good, enjoying the sun and warmth, a relief and a blessing after the weeks of cold and near-starvation. And so the soldiers do what Barrayarans always do when they're in good spirits: they drink. Evenings spent around bonfires playing cards or chest, drinking wine and mead, and they're a lot friendlier to the outsiders these days. Even the new ones have proven themselves with all the aid they gave during the epidemic, so if you're invited over for a drink and a game with the soldiers, don't be too surprised.

Of course, sometimes get taken a little too far, and some soldiers start up some drunken swordfight contests, which probably seemed like a great idea at the time. But you know what they say: it's all fun and games until somebody accidentally gets stabbed in the side. Piotr quickly shuts this down, and anyone involved, outsiders included, is likely to receive punishment, probably in the form of manual labor despite any hangover. The camp is down by over thirty men after last month, but on the (slightly morbid) bright side, at least this means that the outsiders finally get two tents to themselves, which is good considering the warming weather.

After the Princess's capture, however, the mood starts to shift back downhill. They're still not remotely ready to launch their attack on the Cetagandan base, let alone rescue Sonia. Both Piotr and Olivia are in vicious spirits; if you thought Piotr's previous demeanor was dour, he was a ray of frigging sunshine in comparison to now. Now he's furious, frustrated, and he has even less patience for time-wasting bullshit than usual.

missions
Overall, the outsiders' contributions to the spring planting on the village farm is helpful and greatly appreciated: they're able to fully sow their fields, and with the weather, they're hoping for a good summer harvest. However, no one should let Carolina around farming equipment ever again.

Hunting parties were sent out to stock up on food stores, with overall success. Some of the outsiders are proving themselves to be pretty competent hunters, much to the Barrayarans' appreciation.

Scouts were sent out to comb through the Dendarii Mountains for the other half of the army. With some help from the outsiders, William and Wash in particular, they're able to make contact with the other half of Piotr's army to coordinate and reunite their efforts.

Several parties were sent into Vorkosigan Vashnoi to make contact with the underground civilian resistance, which has a strong presence there, and smuggle weapons out of the city. There's a dangerous chase by Cetagandan patrols, but ultimately they're able to make it out of the city safetly and successfully return with the goods.

On the 10th, a Cetagandan patrol unexpectedly shows up in Riverfall when Sonia, Gavalas, and several others are there. A fight breaks out across the whole village, resulting in more than 30 casualties, including two Vorkosigan armsmen, and the Cetagandans successfully capture Sonia back to their base.

The unabridged mission results can be found here.

cetaganda
Zahal is furious at Piotr's successful biowarfare attack on his base, however accidental. It's devastated his ranks, and while they still outnumber the Barrayarans about forty to one, it's still a serious blow. The ghem-General decides that they need to force a forfeit, and they'll have to do it as quickly as possible, before Vorkosigan can strike them while they're down. The Cetagandan patrols double down and start swarming the mountains in search of the guerrilla camp.

The Star Gate Project is well underway with Micah on board, who is cooperating for the time being, though not happily. Most of their waking hours seem to be spent in the lab, though they're around the mess at mealtimes. They are certainly interested in the work -- it's totally unprecedented -- but their true sympathies lie with Barrayar, and they are entirely uncomfortable working for the Cetagandans. They're currently focusing their research efforts on possible power supplies and solving the problem of what, exactly, is getting people from the wormhole to the planet surface. To speed things along in the lab, the Cetagandans are asking for more help with their research -- anyone with any relevant knowledge is highly encouraged to step forward. And any informants for the Barrayarans are being instructed to keep an eye on Micah, too, as well as their progress on the project.

The Handmaiden of the Star Crèche is seen about the base, for certain definitions of seen -- she travels exclusive in an opaque luminescent force bubble, often escorted by one or two of her ba servitors. At the beginning of the month, Haut Sei announces the gene therapy trials they're conducting: if you're one of the exotics who lost genetically inherited powers, or were made human from some other type of being entirely, you are invited to participate in a new, experimental kind of gene therapy. Why participate? Well, they're aiming to restore any lost powers you might have had, although there's no guarantee of success, and such an experimental treatment does, of course, come with risks. But what's a little reward without risk?

base
The base feels unusually dreary in the wake of the epidemic, and with thousands of dead, it's impossible to have a service funeral for each of them individually. And so dozens of collective funerals are held, each of them solemn and steeped in ornate ceremony. The Cetagandans take their dead as seriously as anybody, and no nonsense will be permitted during the funerals. The base is only operating at half capacity, with only about 5,000 soldiers ready for active duty. Zahal has put in a request for reinforcements from Vorbarr Sultana, but that request has yet to be answered.

Haut Sei officially assumes her authority on base as Handmaiden of the Star Crèche, although Diya is, in name, still the head of the genetics project. Sei's ba entourage is most often seen in her company, but occasionally Ba Talim, one of her most faithful, may be seen on its own around the base, possibly on errand for its lady.

Diya is somewhat more present around the base now that the plague is over, but she still most frequently found in the labs or the gardens, and often in the company of Haut Sei, always in her force bubble, making Diya look strangely naked in comparison. The ghem around the base who have recovered are marking earnest attempts at brightening the morbid atmosphere that's settled over the base by decorating the barracks areas with fresh art -- literally freshly engineerd botanical creations, or sometimes hybrid biological-zoological creations…ah, Cetagandan art.

Princess Sonia is taken into custody on the 10th and housed in a cell. The Cetagandans offer her relative freedom to move about the base if she'll only give them her parole; she stubbornly and furiously refuses for the first several days, but the misery of being stuck in a cell by herself gets to her and she reluctantly agrees. Micah, the Cetagandans' other captive, though less strictly guarded, can most often be found in the labs and the mess. Although they're getting to know some of the exotics extrauniversals, they're still ill at ease here and not thrilled to be here. It isn't entirely clear, though, whether Micah's long hours in the labs are by their choice or at the Cetagandans' behest.

missions
The mess is shorthanded, and the exotics' help is much appreciated. A few of them even manage to impress the Cetagandan mess officer a little, who clearly takes the craft very seriously. (They all do.) A few of you, though…you can stick to dishwashing duty, thanks.

As is now established tradition among the exotics (because anything done twice on Barrayar is tradition, and they have done this way more than twice), several people go eavesdropping. On the 5th, Kurt and Pearl overhear Zahal receiving an Imperial writ to turn the entire Star Gate Project over to the Star Crèche. On the 6th, Jasper and Symmetra are caught listening in on a very personal conversation between Diya and Sei, and Diya's overambitious hopes for herself. On the 8th, Byerly and Lapis eavesdrop on a curious conversation between Ba Talim and Diya, hinting that the decision to cull Diya may have been somewhat personal after all.

In the labs, things go more or less alright, although things keep breaking or exploding. A plasma power pack explodes in the lab with Jasper and Whirl (which may or may not be Whirl's fault), though Jasper saves Micah from serious injury. In another stroke of spectacularly bad luck, one of the Necklin rods they've been using for testing falls and crashes down into one of the lab areas, and it's thanks to Natasha that Micah sustains anything more than minor injury.

On the 10th, a Cetagandan patrol unexpectedly shows up in Riverfall when Sonia, Gavalas, and several others are there. A fight breaks out across the whole village, resulting in more than 30 casualties, including two Vorkosigan armsmen, and the Cetagandans successfully capture Sonia back to their base.

The unabridged mission results can be found here.

Note: Negri, Diya and Gail are available for threading by request. Please hit up Madi (Negri & Diya) or Ammay (Gail) if you'd like some CR with the ghem-Lieutenant!
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-05 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
That's something different. Uncertainty. Maybe something good, but well. She's clearly troubled, even before she describes herself as such, and finding something practical to do to distract herself is something that Wash is only too familiar with. He nods.

"Always something to be done." Gesturing with a tip of his head for her to follow -- not to the graves. Not to shelter her, surely she already knows of the battle, but just because it'd be good to show her that there's still genuinely positive work to be done, something to be built anew, not just recovering from their losses. He'll take her to the farms, instead, where he's been helping out where he can in the past week or two. He hasn't contributed much aside from manual labor, but the manual labor is certainly more than useful, especially now when the village's numbers are dwindling more than ever. A slight pause, glancing to her as they move. "I'll listen, if it'd help."

And if not, well. Wash is quite content with silence.
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-04-11 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe it would help. Maybe it would just give another person something to wield against her. Wash doesn't seem the type, but can you ever tell? She's never been very good at guessing other people's motivations, after all.

But she strides purposefully alongside him, all the same. And if she's going to accept his help on one front, perhaps it makes more sense to commit completely to the idea. Who else does she have to speak to?

Still, she's quiet for some time before lifting her chin, glancing in Wash's direction. "Did I mention the similarities between the Cetagandans and the corporation I serve, in my own world?"
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-11 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Wash is perfectly comfortable with the quiet as they walk, making their way through the village towards the farms, keeping an easy enough pace. He turns his head slightly in her direction when she starts to talk, pausing for a moment before shaking his head.

"I don't think you have, no. Vishkar Corporation, was it?" He asks, as if he doesn't remember it perfectly. "You said you were an architect, working with hard-light tech."
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-04-11 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"We began in our own home, rebuilding after the Omnic Crisis. We improved the lives of many, and soon Vishkar was expanding its influence across the globe." She keeps her voice down as they walk, not wanting to draw too much attention to their movement, but Washington must be a familiar face here. She could do worse for company if she was planning to blend in.

"I was sent to oversee our expansion. Poor communities that could benefit from a Vishkar development."

And some of this might just start to sound familiar, if on a much smaller scale.
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-11 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Wash is a familiar face here, has the villagers' trust. They might be more wary of her, but with him by her side it'll at least be somewhat dulled. He does wonder sometimes if his trust in her is misplaced, but. If not her, he does trust her intentions, and they're more than noble enough.

"Similar in motivation, then, or in what they claim their motivations to be." Pondering through what she says -- the Omnic Crisis, an unfamilar term, but he can guess from the context. An interesting name, whatever it means. Better than all this talk of great wars he's heard from different worlds, as well as his own. "How was the expansion?"
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-04-11 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"How do you think? They protested. They rebelled. They attacked our facilities and called us tyrants for trying to bring structure and order to their lives, where none existed. Function and purpose in their lives, as opposed to simply wallowing in the ruins of their cities and bemoaning their fates."

Her eyes narrow slightly.

"It was not so terrible a thing to want for anyone."
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-11 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
It's hard for Wash to really form an opinion on that when he knows so little about how it'd actually happened, her world, her Vishkar. But when it comes to corporations taking advantage of a war to further their own agendas, Wash has more than a little experience, and he can't help but assume the worst. Still the frustration in her voice was evident, genuine. She had wanted to help, and had seen it refused.

"People are often too proud to take help where it's offered." Wash himself is like that, after all. Many of his friends are. "I know you wanted to help. It must've been difficult, for them to not want it."

A pause, there. "What were Vishkar doing, to help -- what do you mean by giving them function and purpose?"
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-04-11 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"It would begin by building a city center, to establish a presence there. Then, redevelopment would begin. Those without employ or in economic straits would be given opportunity to contribute to the reconstruction project."

Satya shook her head. "If you are too proud to take help freely given, then surely working for that help, giving to receive, should have sufficed."
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-11 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
That doesn't sound like enough reason to rebel. Of course, people chafe under authority . . . Especially people fresh from a war. Was that really all it was? There must be something more there.

"Here -- look. We've been helping the villagers for the spring planting where we can." Gesturing with a tip of his head when the farms are within sight. Most of the work has been done, most of the fields planted, but there's always some work to be done. "Did they manage to establish the city center, where you were?"
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-04-11 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"There were several. I was sent around the world, as I'd mentioned, but..."

Well. If there was a time to bring her misgivings to light, to find some truth buried underneath it all, now was as good at time as any, wasn't it? Her eyes slid towards Wash once again, following his lead towards the fields now within sight.

"There was one, in Rio de Janeiro. Another company, Calado, was being favored by the mayor to redevelop the slums. To strengthen our case, I was asked to investigate the company, and bring any of their misdeeds to light."
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-11 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Another company. That immediately has Wash on edge as well, just instinctively, powerful corporations competing with each other, cutthroat and vicious. A different world from the battlefield, but with the same kind of ruthlessness at the top.

"That doesn't much sound like work for an architect." Just -- an observation. Whether or not Symmetra will see fit to expand on it, Wash won't pry any further. "Does it matter that much who gets a contract, as long as the city is being helped?"
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-04-11 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"The expansion would have been of benefit to Vishkar as well, financially." That much should have been obvious. "Whoever secured the contract would have more mobility to promote themselves within the country, and secure more contracts in turn."

Her pace slowed.

"Of course, it also meant there were more people we could help. So I went, gladly. Do you know what I found?"
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-12 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Obviously, yes, but what concern should that be to Symmetra, when all she wants to do is to help people? Money and power, that's what it's always about, to them. But it's clear enough from the way she's talking about this that she hadn't thought to question it, hadn't seen it as something outside of her goals. Whatever Vishkar might ultimately mean to her, it's more than a means to an end. She's loyal to it.

He slows along with her. "Something you could use?"
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-04-12 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nothing. They were completely legitimate, and earnest in their desire to help their countrymen. There was nothing we could use as leverage."

That should be the end of the story. Except no. It isn't. And there's a point fast approaching, though she's working to keep her expression steady.

"As soon as I had left the tower, it exploded. Sanjay said it wasn't us, but I know...I know." Her head shook. "We received the contract soon after. But the damage done to the favela in the explosion, the people..."
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-12 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah.

Symmetra's expression is steady enough, and Wash isn't watching her directly, just out of the corner of his eye as they walk -- but the way her voice starts to waver and trail off slightly when she's usually so very steady still catches his attention. It's subtle, but as they walk and her pace slows Wash still endeavors to keep them moving, might be redirecting them slightly. Still towards the fields, not a change exactly, but away from anyone still working the farmland and more to the nearby farmhouses. Quieter.

"It was Vishkar." His voice is soft. There are words and names there he doesn't know, but he doesn't particularly need to. An explosion of an entire tower of a corporation that was operating on that scale. The damage would've been -- significant. "Not you."
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-04-14 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am Vishkar."

There is a heat to her voice then that seems unlike her normal cool demeanor, but the flash to her eyes tempers quickly. Her arms fold protectively in front of her.

"I have known nothing but them since I was a child. They gave me a purpose, a place to use my talents for good. Not unlike the people here. And if..."

She can't put it to words. There is a steady line of gunpowder winding its way across the foundation she has built and to say those words would strike the spark necessary to bring it all down. And then what is there? What is left?
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-14 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
That sounds. Familiar, in a way. Different, yes, but Wash remembers enlisting with the UNSC, a chance to fight, a chance to do something -- only to have it all be taken away from him, or almost, at least. Until there was a chance. A glimmer of a chance. A man with an idea. But Symmetra, she's been with this company since she was a child? Something in him tenses, but he keeps it from his expression. Wash's steered them over towards the side of one of the farmhouses by the field, quiet now with no one around, turning to face her as he leans back against some nearby half-empty wagon. He listens quietly for a few moments as she trails off, just to make sure she has nothing more to say.

"Nice to meet you then, Vishkar," he says, with a lift of an eyebrow. "I wonder what it's like, being the embodiment of an entire corporation?"

A pause, there, and he shakes his head. He doesn't want to press too much of his own opinion, here. From the sound of it it seems like Symmetra teetering on the verge of something, and just shoving her across the line won't nearly be as helpful as it would be for her to get there herself.

"You're not Vishkar. At most, you're someone in their employ. From what I've heard they're supposed to be in the business of helping people, Symmetra, not owning them. So just -- tell me." His expression and his voice soften, slightly. "If Calado was entirely legitimate, then . . .?"
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-04-14 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"It was the price that had to be paid for building a better world."

She echoes what she remembers Sanjay saying that day, but she feels the same discontent with the idea now as she did then. It felt wrong, but difficult decisions had to be made. They were still in the right, they had to be.

"As it is here. People fight, and they die, homes and lives are destroyed, and it is all done in the hope that things will be better one day. But there is so much chaos, and they -- we -- helped to create it. That is not the way. It cannot be."
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-14 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
How does a damn corporation come to take custody of a child? Wash just thinks of the Spartans, of the rumors surrounding them. Loyal to the end. Children are so much easier to mold. Part of him is wary of jumping to conclusions so quickly, when he still knows precious little about Symmetra's world, but. She'd said it herself, that the company they were investigating was clean, not to mention how questionable it was for them to be using her ( an architect in their employ ) to investigate like that to begin with. If Vishkar was behind the explosion, then surely it goes against everything Symmetra seems to believe in.

"People justify terrible things in all kinds of ways." Wash has done that himself, after all. "It sounds like Vishkar caused a great deal of the damage you say they want to prevent. Doesn't sound like the way, to me. Or at least, not the way you want."

Vishkar. Not her. He's going to keep those separate, and quite pointedly. It's certainly a way to get things done, but not the way she wants to get things done. Not from the way he's heard her talk about wanting to help people. She was a builder. A creator. She didn't sound like she wanted to have to tear anything down to do it.

"Do the ends justify those means?"
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-04-14 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"I have thought on this. Is it a price worth paying?"

That child from the favela. Are you lost? Seeing her later with burn scars across her face...

And that was one child. How many has this planet buried? She steels herself against a swell of nausea, chin lifting.

"And I see what is happening here. It is not the same. This is not my home, and Cetaganda is not Vishkar, but there are enough similarities that it troubles me."

An understatement, perhaps, but she doesn't feel like being particularly dramatic at the moment.
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-14 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Hell is filled with good intentions, so they always say. But really, Wash wonders if this Vishkar even had those good intentions, to begin with. To take a child into their care, to send her to do their dirty work? None of that sounds like anything worth aspiring to.

"The people in that city knew what they wanted. Much like the people here know what they want." A pause, there, just watching her, trying to read her expression. Troubled does seem accurate, if an understatement. "What about you, though?"
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-04-14 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
She stares at a point somewhere beyond Wash for a time, the wind stirring the robes she's fitted around herself, save where they pull tight from the secure cross of her arms. She watches it pass over the fields in rippling waves, almost lulling in the way it sways.

"I remember what it was like before Vishkar came. They made things better. We lived in squalor and ruin and they gave us everything. I don't understand."

It's all she wanted for them. All she ever wanted for them. But if Cetaganda will do nothing but bring more war and chaos in their wake, if Vishkar's expansion would do the same...
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-14 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"The same kind of help that you had, thaat's what you always wanted for people -- and you know that. You can trust in that, in yourself." A softness to his voice, here, looking at her, watching her expression. "I don't know if Vishkar wanted the same. And you still aren't Vishkar."

Meaning, well, if she wants to separate herself from them, from their methods. She can. Easier said than done, of course, if she truly considered herself part of them, and how can she not if they're all she's known since childhood? If not Vishkar, he can say more about the Cetagandans, at least. There've been other worlds that the Cetagandans have invaded, at least one Wash knows by name. But that happens in the future, doesn't it? Another thing he can't share. Damn it all.

"Cetaganda are an empire, and you don't become an interstellar empire through peace and diplomacy, I can tell you that much." A pause, and a sigh. "Barrayar is no saintly planet either, not by far -- but they're fighting for their home, where Cetaganda is fighting for control."