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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] symmetricks 2017-04-11 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Keeping to the edges seemed safest, especially at this point in time. Especially when she wasn't necessarily sure who could be trusted, who could be relied upon. Tucker, for all his crudeness, was not a difficult creature to figure out. A lecherous fool with a heart of gold.

It's her that finds him first, stepping out from behind a hut and making eye contact before gesturing to him. Not out in the open. Not at this point in time. If the villagers knew someone from the Cetagandan camp was here, it would not go over well.
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[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-04-11 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
There wasn’t an argument, wasn’t a word; Tucker followed her lead. This wasn’t the place for their voices to get loud, for accusations and possible pleas to follow, not when these poor people had been through enough tragedy and didn’t need them getting in the way. Hands curled into fists inside his coat, and he kept his head down as he walked.

And when they were far enough out of earshot, the dam broke.

“What the fuck did they do?!” Not your people because he was trying, he was trying so fucking hard, but the urge to scream it was there.. “Do you know anything about Sonia? Is she okay?”

The idea that she probably had no clue who Sonia was other than a vague entity passed about in rumors didn’t cross his mind. Sonia had an effect on people, could pull them in, make them care. Why would it be different there, other than if they kept her locked up. If they hurt her. If they broke her.

Fuck. The worry wasn’t shielded, hidden; it was a bullhorn screaming behind his expression.
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-04-11 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Satya merely lifted a hand to halt the onslaught, her expression a calm counterpoint to Tucker's own transparent anxiety. "She is not harmed, save a small injury she received in the struggle. I have spoken to her, and she seemed well. Given the circumstances."

There. That should be of some comfort to him.

"It appears they are allowing her to wander the base. With an escort, of course. But she is being cared for as well as any hostage might expect."
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[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-04-11 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Hostage. He hated that word, the jarring way it sounded even when it was true, it was the right one that fit. Hostage, because that’s what Sonia was: a prisoner within their walls. A fucking negotiation tool. Dicks.

But she was okay. She…seemed okay, at least to Symmetra, but how accurate that was—

No. No, she’d tell him if shit was off. He trusted her. He had to trust her.

“So, like, you can be an escort for her, right?” The need in his eyes shone. “You could help her?”
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-04-11 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Her eyebrow arches. "I am not Cetagandan. I doubt they would trust this to an exotic. Particularly when so many have defected, and so many others have proven untrusthworthy. Even my position cannot buy a position so close to her."

There was a pause, and a small breath exhaled.

"If, however, there is something else you would like me to do..."
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[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-04-11 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
She had a point, and he hated it, hated that point because it wasn't fair and it wasn't helping Sonia or him in this situation. Shit.

"I'd say get me in, but Wash would have both of our asses. And not in a good, kinky way, either," he muttered, as much to himself as to her. It wouldn't be a matter of laps; it'd be a matter of trust, and he could feel that imaginary disappointment from here. Crap, what could he do? What could she do?

"Can you, I don't know, get her a weapon? Just something so she can defend herself if she has to?" Teeth gnawed his bottom lip. "And maybe a message?"

A promise.
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-04-11 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wash?" She blinks, before recognition dawns. "Ah. Washington. You two are acquainted, then."

One of the other outsiders she's taken to having conversations with. Then again, as limited as their numbers are, it makes sense they'd know of one another at least.

"And where would I get her a weapon from? I work in the labs. I am not a soldier," she reminds him briskly, frowning. "A message, on the other hand. That I can deliver easily enough."
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[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-04-11 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wait, how do you know him?" How small this world was when there was a war involved. The fact that her and Wash were talking made him hesitant; he wondered if she had been given that Keep Tucker Under Control order that seemed to be floating around lately. "He's from back home. Like, home home, my home world. He's part of my team."

And that team was important, the most important thing he had left.

"I dunno! Like...make a killer robot or something." Ugh, but she wasn't Sarge, so-- "A scalpel? Acid? Just something." But fuck, he didn't want Symmetra getting in trouble, either, and the frantic panic was making it hard to think.

"Just tell her I'm coming for her. We're all coming for her, and we're going to get her out no matter what." Fuck, it all sounded so dramatic. "Tell her I have buns waiting for her. She'll know."

Hope. She'll know hope.

He sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Did you get your answers like I got mine? Did you look around?"
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-04-11 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"He is from your world, then?" Well, that was bound to happen in places. Though to find someone from his own world and time, someone he knew. What were the odds of that? Something she might consider in the machine's inevitable construction, but she brushed it away for the moment.

"We spoke. He was once at the Cetagandan base, before he fled with others. He seemed an almost sensible sort." Almost. Maybe more sensible than she'd first realized. That's a hard pill to swallow, however.

She gave Tucker a faint nod at the requested message. Easy enough to pass something innocuous like that along, no reason to question its meaning. But then he continued, and her eyes fell slightly.

"Only more questions, it appears."
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[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-04-12 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
“Sensible? Yeah, I guess. Sometimes he does stupid shit though.” Like create cave-ins so the others could get away, or forbid Tucker from running after Sonia. Stupid like that, stupid in ways that made him hard to fucking disappoint and kept him from running. Jerk.

He wanted to talk more about Sonia because that’s all he talked about anymore, what was first and forefront in his mind, but that wasn’t Symmetra’s fight. It wasn’t her problem and the fact that she was going to give a message at all was enough, right? Right?

“What kind of questions?” And before he could stop himself, “Questions like how a bunch of assholes would take a noncombatant fucking hostage just to hurt us?”

Sorry, but only a little. The bitterness went deep, even if it wasn't directed at her.
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-04-14 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"That, we can agree upon. I thought his escape rather foolish at the time, although he surely has his reasons." Was Tucker, someone he knew from his world, one of those reasons? She couldn't possibly have said.

When Tucker pressed on, the hurt obvious in his voice, Symmetra merely stared back at him coolly. He knew it wasn't her doing, there was no point in aiming his spite at her.

"No. That was a sound tactic. My true worry is not their methods of warfare, but their ultimate goal. And we grow ever closer to a way of opening the path between worlds."
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[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-04-15 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sound tactic?!" he yelled. And she was right, of course she was, but on this side of the playing field, it sure didn't feel like it was. "Some people would say that chucking dead bodies at bases is a sound tactic, too, but that doesn't make it fucking right. Noncombatants have no fucking business being used as tools! They're fucking people!"

His voice was cracking, the volume gaining, the speed at which the words tumbled free going faster and faster. There was a concentrated effort to calm the fuck down, taking a few steps back as he took a deep breath, let his shoulders shake this out. It's not her fault. It's not--

--But then she's talking about opening it again and--

"Dude, I thought we talked about this. They'll just come in and take over everyone's worlds!"
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-04-18 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Who do you think is helping to design and build the device?" She stares at him with her lips pressed to a thing line. "I will not simply allow that to happen. It will require some...deviation from the plan."

Something she hates, always.

"But it should be possible."
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[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-04-19 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
There was a long, quiet moment where Tucker just stared. Should be possible and deviation from the plan. Important words, important phrases, and he couldn’t hide the sudden hope that shone in his brown eyes.

“Wait, wait, wait.” His hands waved back and forth for a moment. “Are you talking about sabotaging it? Like, yourself?”

Which he would love, would be forever indebted to because fuck these guys. It was the first happy thing he had heard in days, and he latched onto it with all his might like it was the only thing keeping him afloat. It was, really. “Can you do it without getting caught? Because, I don’t want you to get hurt by these assholes. And how?”

I’m…not going to be able to go home now, am I?
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-05-06 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not sabotage. But perhaps a means of closing the gate behind us to prevent anyone following."

She let out a small breath, the only sign of how hard this was all wearing on her in the moment. "I do not even know how it will be possible, yet. Traveling between portals is one thing. Traveling to other realms, other planes of existence? It will take time to determine exactly what can be done."