[ january i log: barrayar ]

[barrayarmods]

Who: Everyone
What: Arrival on Barrayar and what follows
When: January 2nd - January 17th
Where: Barrayaran guerrilla camp
Warnings: None (at the moment)


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

And you're not alone. There are nine other people close by, all looking equally lost and confused. But before any of you have a chance to figure out what's going on, the soldiers arrive.

They're dressed in weather-worn green uniforms, bearing swords and bows, and they surround you immediately, poised to attack. But they quickly realize you're not their enemy, the ones they call Cetagandans. They're just as confused as you are, but rather than hanging around to puzzle it out, they start shepherding you toward their camp in the mountains while it's still dark. There's a war on, they say, and you unlucky bastards have just been dropped right smack in the middle of it.

the guerrilla camp
It's a few hours' hike through the mountains to get to their hidden camp, set up in a clearing framed by dense, hard forestry and backed against a rock face. Daylight is finally dawning when you make it there. You and your fellow sudden arrivals are ushered to an empty tent on the far end of the camp, just big enough to fit all ten of you. You can't help but notice they've posted guards all around it. You aren't under arrest – they just don't know what else to do with you.

You are able to glean, from hearsay and what the soldiers are willing to share with you, that you are on a planet called Barrayar, and this is their home, and ten years ago they were attacked without warning by the Cetagandan Empire. They've been holed up in the mountains fighting against their invaders ever since, outgunned and outmanned, but scoring little victories where they can. They don't tell you much more than that. Some dialect of Russian seems to be one of the predominant languages of the camp, but for the most part they all speak English too, if with an accent. They're gruff and wary, and if you look a little less – or more – than human, they'll eye you with suspicion, maybe even make obscure hex signs at you that seem intended to ward off evil or disease. But they aren't hostile to you, not unless you start something with them.

the outsiders' tent
It's not in the greatest shape, but if you look around the camp, the rest aren't much better off. It's cramped, but you've at least been provided with bedrolls and heavy wool blankets to ward off the frozen chill, and if you're in need of clothing, they'll provide it, although it probably hasn't been washed in…a while. The soldiers bring you food at mealtimes -- not very good food, mostly tough meat and groats, and they keep you your own campfire, just to keep you warm. They've also hastily dug you your own latrine area at the edge of the perimeter, just behind the treeline. No private bathroom stalls in this outfit, unfortunately. The entire camp seems tense and wary, and the soldiers are alert, but they don't talk much. You could try sneaking past them, but you probably won't get far.

Well, at least you've got each other for company: the outsiders on Barrayar.

Comments

[vorrutyer]

Oh, some temporary appointee. The name escapes me at the moment.

[dendarii]

Really? Ridiculous. They should have someone competent to handle something that important.

[vorrutyer]

What, a temporary Auditor can't be competent?

[dendarii]

I suppose. But they're not established. Something like that requires skill and experience.

[vorrutyer]

Oh, pish. [ He waves his hand. ] They could bring a...fresh perspective. Or something. Perhaps. Youthful energy, maybe.

[dendarii]

Youthful? An auditor? Unlikely.

[vorrutyer]

No, this one was...You must understand, it was quite an emergency. Quite a scramble. The Emperor simply must have used whatever was close at hand. It all came out in the end, anyway, so it couldn't have been too great a blunder.

[dendarii]

... Well, if Gregor assigned them. I suppose I won't question his judgement.

[vorrutyer]

Though you clearly have opinions.

[dendarii]

Of course I do. It's quite a rare occurrence. And it's Simon.

[vorrutyer]

Ah, yes. True enough. And a temporary Auditor, no matter their good intentions...

[dendarii]

Exactly. If we ever get home, I'm interrogating the hell out of them.

[vorrutyer]

Understandably so. That lack of experience would have made the whole process imperfect at best.

[ And then he draws in his breath and snaps his fingers as though a sudden memory has bubbled up - ]

Ah, I just remembered who it was! It was you.

[dendarii]

[


Byerly you're the fucking worst. ]

What?

[vorrutyer]

The temporary Auditor. It was you. Or were you the assassin, and Haroche was the Auditor...? One's memory does falter. But no, I do believe that the Emperor decided that you were the man of the appropriate stature for the task.

[dendarii]

Byerly, if you're fucking with me, I'm going to stab you in your sleep.

[ His mind is still whirling. Him? An Auditor, even a temporary one? What? ]

[vorrutyer]

Oh, Miles. If you must be hostile, at least do try to be witty at the same time.

[dendarii]

You're not being particularly subtle. Next you're going to tell me I'm married.

[vorrutyer]

Hm. What would you trade for that information?

[dendarii]

Nothing. Because anything you tell me on that subject would be a lie.

[vorrutyer]

Ah, would it? Have I told you a lie yet?

[dendarii]

I at least have context for the rest.

[vorrutyer]

Very well. Then I'll not trouble you with what I know. I admire your restraint - I thought you'd be quite curious.

[dendarii]

I'm curious for the truth. Not whatever nonsense you're going to spit out.

[vorrutyer]

[ He spreads his hands. ]

Again, I'm wounded. Do you think I would play when it comes to matters of the heart?