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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-04-19 07:12 pm
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[ april ii log: here's unbroken bone ]

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 18th - 30th
Where: the Barrayaran camp, the Cetagandan base, Riverfall Village
Warnings: TBD

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

TIMELINE
4/18 Fast-penta interrogation: Sonia
4/19 Eavesdropping Alpha (Barrayar)
4/21 Eavesdropping Bravo (Barrayar)
4/22 - 4/23 Vorkosigan Vashnoi trips
4/24 Eavesdropping (Cetaganda)
4/25-4/26 Satellite launch
4/27 Flower-viewing party



barrayar
Morale is still recovering after Princess Sonia's capture and the deaths that resulted from the ensuing battle in Riverfall, but at least they were able to make contact with Colonel Vorvolk, the leading officer of the other half of Piotr's army, and reunite the guerrilla army for the first time since their last camp was discovered several months ago. Their discovery is not only timely, but critical -- Piotr intends to launch an attack on the Cetagandan base next month, before any reinforcements can arrive, in order to force Zahal to recall at least part, if not most, of the occupying force in the capital city, so that Piotr's army and the civilian underground resistance can work together to retake Vorkosigan Vashnoi. If they can take back the city and continue to defend it, they might even stand a chance at pushing Zahal's forces out of the district entirely, and considering that Vorkosigan's District is one of the hot spots of the invasion, this might even turn the tide of the whole war in their favor. They'll also be attempting to rescue Sonia during the attack, making the most out of the chaos, but that is their secondary objective.

Zahal, of course, means to make the most out of his new hostage. Knowing for certain now that Piotr's army has contact with the Riverfall villagers -- a fact that puts the camp at risk for discovery once again -- Zahal sends a missive to Riverfall with instructions to pass it along to Piotr. His demands are simple: they'll guarantee the safety and return of the Princess on Piotr's complete surrender. Piotr responds by scrawling a particularly rude and short-worded rebuttal over the original message and has it returned promptly -- stuffed inside the mouth of some poor beheaded ghem soldier, left at one of the base entry gates to be discovered by patrols.

Hopes for a successful attack are bolstered still when word comes that Emperor Dorca and Crown Prince Yuri are on their way to the Dendarii mountains. On the 18th, a courier from Dorca's battalion arrives, only to discover that the first courier sent by Dorca some weeks ago never made it to Piotr's camp to deliver the news. Dorca and Yuri bring with them another 200 soldiers when they arrive on the 20th, which nearly doubles their forces, and, like Colonel Vorvolk's half of the army, they set up camp in another part of the mountains nearby, connected by the cave netwrok that runs through the Dendarii mountains. Unfortunately, the occasion isn't entirely joyous, as Crown Prince Yuri recently lost his only remaining son and heir in battle shortly before departing for Vorkosigan's District. This is not only a sad occasion, but a politically uneasy one: Yuri's wife died some years ago, and while he is next in line to succeed his father as Emperor, the lack of an heir to his own makes for a politically shaky situation. Should he die before producing another heir, the title of Crown Prince will fall to his half-brother Xav instead, and that…brings a whole host of other political issues to the table. Needless to say, while Yuri's succession isn't an immediate issue, the politically savvy are feeling a little nervous about it.

But the war marches on, and preparations must be made. Their odds are better, but they're still vastly outnumbered by the Cetagandans. They'll need the help of the underground civilian resistance to prepare to retake Vorkosigan Vashnoi, as well as some supplies. After all, they'll have an easier time infiltrating the Cetagandan base with a larger force if some of them look enough like Cetagandans.

camp
Although the army is stronger than it has been in months, not all is at peace. Colonel Vorvolk has always been a trusted member of Piotr's general staff and a loyal officer, as well as a long-time acquaintance. However, his views on the outsiders don't exactly align with Piotr's: he thinks Piotr has been much too quick to trust them, especially given that several of them came over from the Cetagandan side, and Duv Galeni hails from Komarr, the planet that sold Barrayar out to the Cetagandans. Vorvolk doesn't believe that the outsiders should be given such freedom or privilege, let alone allow them to participate in critical military operations. Most of his own soldiers seem to share the sentiment, as do the Vorbarra soldiers -- in fact, Yuri vocally agrees with Vorvolk, and those outsiders who have been in Piotr's camp from the very beginning will feel an uncomfortably familiar air of suspicion and mistrust settles over the camp. While nothing has effectively changed -- the outsiders are not segregated away from the camp again as they once were, nor put back under guard -- the Barrayaran soldiers who are comfortable with and even like the outsiders are suddenly in the minority.

While few are foolish enough to disrespect the outsiders where Piotr can see them, some of the soldiers from Vorvolk's and Dorca's camps are borderline hostile toward the outsiders, jeering, taunting, even making hex signs or spitting in the most extreme cases. There are still plenty of soldiers who remain friendly towards the outsiders, but it's leading to friction between them and their other Barrayaran comrades as well. After several days of tension, a major fight breaks out in Piotr's camp over the outsiders' presence, and a few outsiders might even be dragged (or throw themselves) into it. Everyone involved in the fight gets a firm reprimand and then some, and worse still is that the fight does little to ease the tensions -- if anything, it only makes them worse.

Dorca and Yuri's mourning casts a somber air over the camps, and both Emperor and Crown Prince are in grave moods, Yuri's especially prickly. As his son was a public figure, they hold a public burning of death offerings on the 22nd, so that Imperial subjects may pay their respects to the recently deceased Prince. A large pyre is set up within one of the larger caves, so that the smoke will be less conspicuous, and any offerings submitted in earnest will be accepted. Typical Barrayaran death offerings consist of a small lock of one's hair, or, if none is to hand, any other personal object they might have on their person that would burn, such as a piece of clothing.

missions
With contributions of…mixed success from the outsiders, as well as help from the soldiers, the villagers are able to repair some of the homes damaged in the recent skirmish. Some of them are too far gone for repair, and so are broken down to salvage whatever materials they can for other repairs. Considering the village now houses fewer than fifty people, housing space is not a concern at the moment.

Preparations for the coming attack on the Cetagandan base go well overall. The raiding parties manage to steal uniforms and face paint for about 50 soldiers to disguise themselves, and parties sent to Vorkosigan Vashnoi successfully make contact with civilian resistance cells to pass their plans along.

The unabridged mission results can be found here.

cetaganda
Zahal sends his terms to Piotr for Sonia's release, and the gruesome rebuttal -- a crude message scrawled over Zahal's own hand-penned calligraphy, the delicate paper shoved into the gaping mouth of a dead ghem soldier, his head left to be discovered just outside the best -- infuriates him. He's known Piotr for too long to expect him to give in right away, but this is just sheer insult. He's well aware of just how vulnerable the base is right now -- the epidemic has mostly run its course, but their total forces are down to about 6,000 soldiers, and there are only about 100 ghem scientists left. His requests for reinforcements have been delayed by Cetagandan central command -- they have no extra troops they can spare on planet, and it will be another month before more ships arrive. Zahal is struggling to balance out his forces, split between the base and Vorkosigan Vashnoi -- right now binternal base security is badly undermanned in favor of increasing the occupying force in the capital city. Piotr Vorkosigan is too smart a man not to take advantage of an opportunity like this -- Zahal just doesn't know exactly what he's planning to do. The Cetagandan base is in a vulnerable state.

However, there is one edge they have: Cetagandan intelligence knows that Emperor Dorca and Crown Prince Yuri are in Vorkosigan's District. The courier who never made it to Piotr's camp was intercepted by Cetagandan intelligence before he even made it to Vorkosigan's District, and the information was sent accordingly to Zahal's outpost. Piotr might have rejected his first demand -- but would the Emperor, the Princess's grandfather, respond the same?

But as the trials of war marches on, so do the advancements of science. Micah is still hard at work in the labs working on the Star Gate Project, but the data they've been able to gather is incomplete and insufficient. They have convinced the Cetagandan science officers to send a scientific party, Micah included, off-planet to take a closer look at the collapsed wormhole and launch a satellite to record more data. They've made a fair bit of progress in discovering the new type of field generated by the collapsed wormhole, tentatively named the Niadem field after its primary discoverer, but they still know too little about just how and why the exotics have been brought here to complete their designs.

base
Despite the military tensions, the Cetagandans work hard at maintaining a lighter atmosphere around the base. Since the weather this month has finally given them some real relief -- and the epidemic raging the base has been quelled -- the Cetagandans decide to host a flower-viewing party on the 27th in the gardens adjacent to the Grow Labs. It is explained to the exotics that such events are regularly held to herald the coming of spring, although emphasis is placed on the fact that the viewings are usually much more sophisticated and lavish than the 'meager' offerings of the lush gardens on the base.

Typical of Cetagandan functions, it is elegant, overwrought and full of a lot of needlessly artfully crafted food and drinks -- many of them intoxicating, so take care what you drink. Sonia and Micah are both in attendance, although Sonia doesn't look particularly happy to be there. The party is celebrating in particular some of the genetic-botanical achievements of some of the ghem lady artists on the base, as well as some recently genetically engineered koi, to update the atmosphere of the garden to proper spring. However, the real show-stealer is the debut of Amai's personal project: an elaborate zoo-biological sculpture designed as tribute to the Star Crèche itself. It takes up a considerable portion of the back wall of the garden, vinelike branches woven into the trellis, curling and spreading in elaborate patterns, and flowers bloom along the lengths in clusters, each a different color. On a closer look, they can be identified as asters -- but some in colors no one's ever seen an aster before. The vines themselves are ridged with what looks like some kind of delicate fin that sways softly with the slightest breeze, a shimmering dark blue. They look more like koi fins than anything botanical, and with the groups of flowers set over them, it looks something like a night sky. In the center is an elaborately crafted flower sculpture of the Star Crèche's screaming bird insignia in minute detail. And though it is rooted to the rest of the sculpture, it seems to move at times -- the slightest flutter of its wings. The placard placed with it explains that each colored cluster of asters is an artistic representation of one of the Constellations that make up the haut caste. The Navarr constellation, from which both Diya and Sei hail, is flowered in asters of a striking violet color.

As time passes, Haut Sei's presence becomes more palpable on the base, and her force bubble is seen more frequently outside of the science/medical complex. Though she and Diya are working closely together, it's clear to anyone who spends enough time around them that there is some tension between them. Ba Talim is almost always present when they are together, although it can at times be found on its own around the base.

missions
The gene therapy trials take a turn for the worse despite glimmers of promise earlier on, and all three subjects suffer from complications with no progress made.

The investigation into the weapons smuggling operation is ultimately a failure -- while they are able to track down one of the resistance cells, the civilians involved manage to get away before any useful information is extracted from them. The next time Cetagandan soldiers return to the place where they'd been discovered, the establishment has since been boarded up and closed down.

The unabridged mission results can be found here.

Note: Gavalas, Ezar and Gail are both available for threading on request. Hit Madi (Gavalas) or Ammay (Ezar & Gail) up if you are interested!
oldvor: (pic#9429949)

[personal profile] oldvor 2017-04-25 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Piotr only grunts in response at first. He's been in a perpetually dark mood since Sonia's kidnapping, and especially grim since the public funeral for Yuri's son. Piotr is hardly politically naive; Miles can surely guess that he's drawn the same conclusions about the now questionable succession as those two guards Miles had overheard. Everything is in a dangerous state of flux right now, nothing stable, and it doesn't bode well for anyone -- not Sonia, not Olivia, and certainly not Yuri.

"It's work," he finally answers shortly; not angrily, or at least not angrily at Miles. He throws his body into it, not that it takes that much effort -- merely an attempt to excise any of the tension that's building up high in his muscles and his mind.
vorbratta: (and throw me back in the ditch again)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-04-25 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia gives Byerly a breathless nod, her heart in her throat at the thought of escape, even if into only some intermediary freedom -- at the thought that Byerly set up a safehouse, that this all means he can't possibly truly side with the Cetagnadans, that his loyalty to Barrayar must go far beyond just her. She has a thousand questions she wants to ask, she wants to take hold of his arm and cry and ask him to explain it all now, to lay it all out in vivd detail and banish every lingering doubt born of confusion and hurt. But she doesn't. Instead she just nods and looks at him with burning hope. Her chest is thick with it.

She looks at Natasha quickly, too -- if something happens, you should stay with her -- and Sonia silently agrees in earnest, nodding again. Yes -- please, stay with me, you can't leave me now. Not now.

"Lapis told me about the patrols," she says suddenly, her voice a breathy whisper, not daring to speak any louder. In the blind rush, she'd forgotten about it until now. "I can get out."

It's more confidence than she really feels, because she's never had to sneak past guards like these before, guards who might shoot her on sight, drag her back instead of just chastise her. She looks at Natasha again, brow furrowed. "What happens to you?"

She already knows what would happen to Byerly if they caught him. She doesn't need to ask.
dendarii: (good point)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-25 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Miles laughs softly. ]

I suppose we've other concerns. But you very well could be. Hell, I could technically make you one, though no one here would recognize my authority.
dendarii: (solpadeine17)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-25 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, he recognizes that mood. A particularly Vorkosigan shade of black; he can't help but feel a pang of homesickness. He ducks his head to hide it, though there's not much to show on his face anyway. Fondness, loneliness. And a pause before he speaks again.

"Work is soothing, then," he says, neither denying Piotr his anger nor reacting to it. "Helps me think." Especially when he can't pace the way he wants to. At least in here the soldiers leave him alone. Or, at worst, make a snide comment about the mutie doing dirty jobs before leaving.
protocol: (► ladderpoints is now upon us)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-25 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
You technically have that authority, huh? [ Musing, more than questioning. ] I'm betting citizenship here comes with all sorts of oaths attached.
dendarii: (honest help)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-25 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Naturally. The easiest way is to swear yourself to a Count or his heir directly.
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-25 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Swear myself to you, huh.
dendarii: (for real?)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-25 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Just so. But - as I said, it wouldn't do you any good here, alas.
protocol: (► anyway i am a man)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-25 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Might like to anyway, sometime.

[ With a slight smile. He'll think about it. ]

The thing about enlisting as soon as you're old enough is that you're just kind of all over the galaxy. Never long enough to get attached to any particular place.
dendarii: (eidetics 160)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-25 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Aww. Thanks, Wash. ]

You could, here. Hell, you may have to.
protocol: (► mr president i want a man from you)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-25 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
I've been told I would fit in. I'm not too sure, honestly.

[ Soldier and military type and all that, but he really, really doesn't like other things about Barrayar, man. ]
dendarii: (abject apology)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-25 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
There is more room than you think. Especially for those willing to be trailblazers.
protocol: (► baby i master dominate excluded)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-25 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Which is kind of what Miles had to be, right. For all the hell he's had to fight against. Just kind of watching him for a moment. ]

You really do love your home, don't you? [ Fondness and almost admiration in his tone. It's not like he didn't know that already -- body and soul, right, that's one of the first things Miles had told him. He just hadn't understood that depth of that, then, but he's getting a much clearer picture, these days. Wash struggles to even feel that much attachment for what Leonis used to be. ]
dendarii: (solpadeine112)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-25 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His expression goes distant, fond. Barrayar is a complicated, broken thing, but it's home. And he's Vor.

Ah, it figures that he'd realize that here and now. After he's been flung into the distant past ... There's so much he wants to do in his own time now. So much he'll never get to do. ]


More than anything in the Nexus. [ It comes out as a murmur, longing and fond both. ]
durango: (baby)

Deanna Troi | Cetaganda

[personal profile] durango 2017-04-25 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
down in the valley
One morning in the middle of the month, Deanna goes out for a hike near the village, simply to clear her head, only to return with… a baby. Not her own, obviously, but from the way she fusses over him, he might as well be. The baby is thin and sickly, so she and Sisko decided for the time being that it was best for her to bring him back to the base, where there is plenty of food and medicine. However, that certainly doesn’t mean she trusts the Cetagandans with him, refusing to let him out of her sight, even when - or especially when - the doctors are examining him. Have fun keeping her out of sickbay, everyone.

Once the baby is medically in the clear, he’ll spend most of his time riding in a carrier on Deanna’s back or slung across her front as she goes about her day. As long as he’s there, warm and fed, he’ll stay quiet - for the most part anyway. At night, he’s more likely to start crying, so you might catch her in the corridor outside the exotics’ barracks, rocking him and singing him an old lullaby to calm him down again.

flower viewing party
Deanna once again submits herself to the fashion whims of the ghem ladies, though now Byerly’s words about her being in the pocket of the Cetagandans are unpleasantly ringing in her head as one of the women paints a delicate design of purples and greens across Deanna’s brow. Uncertainty about her next course of action plagues her, but now… at least there is Captain Sisko, someone who will understand and whom she can trust. For now, she thinks, it is better if the Cetagandans don’t view her as a risk, until she and Sisko can talk again.

So, here she is at the the party, engaging in polite mingling and people watching. Despite her internal struggles, events such as this come easily to her, like breathing almost. If you don’t know her well, nothing in her manner would suggest anything was amiss. Perhaps she’s a little quieter, asking fewer questions and spending more time at the edges of the party, but that could easily be chalked up to the sleepless nights she’s spent up with the baby, rather than anything more alarming. If you approach her, she’ll still greet you with a warm smile and an interested tilt of the head.
Edited 2017-04-25 22:28 (UTC)
protocol: (► anyway i am a man)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-25 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Again just quiet for a while, watching his expression. Miles has always been terribly genuine, but there's a softness to this he doesn't think he's seen on him before. A slight tip of his head, after a moment, leaning against him a little again. ]

Even this version of it?
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 110)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-25 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That's the really hard question, isn't it? The only one that really matters. He's silent a long moment, not quite sure of his answer ... In the end, the words just kind of tumble out. ]

I want to go home.
protocol: (► recreation and forestry)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-25 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Curving a hand over his arm, stroking down to his wrist. ]

Then you should, when you can.
dendarii: (solpadeine112)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-25 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He leans into the motion, grateful for it. ]

You know I can't do that.
protocol: (► to beat hungary!)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-25 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
You'd be leaving so much behind.

[ Not that he even entirely knows or understands just what Miles would be leaving behind, but he doesn't need to. Not when he can plainly tell how much he loves his home. ]

I know we're both idiots who don't know when to leave well enough alone, but just. If there was really a chance for you to go back.
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 104)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-25 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And this place, while Barrayar, is not quite home. It could be. He might damn well make it so. But ... no, it's not the Barrayar he knows. Not the one he's already put in much to improve, if only by half measures. ]

I can't go back now. Not after having met everyone here. It's not history any more.
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[personal profile] standsentinel 2017-04-25 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"And long may they hold," is Kaidan's opinion of the village's tenacity. For all that he's playing things close to the vest, he's clearly no Cetagandan apologist. "How do you find them?" he wonders, with a lift of his chin that takes in Riverfall and its' surroundings. "I guess that's what I really want to know. Who these people are, beyond just pawns on a board two generals are playing."

The cart, now with double the manpower devoted to filling it, creaks gently as it settles more heavily onto its axles.
protocol: (► flabby beer pathetic lot)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-25 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
I guess you'd know the weight of that better than me.

[ A light squeeze over his arm, his fingers brushing over the back of his wrist. ]

But do you think you'd regret one choice, more than the other?
protocol: (► when i asked for male first-born)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-25 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hardy. Stubborn, beyond a shadow of a doubt. Even without the invasion they ended up in hell, and with no option to run they just somehow managed to make it their home -- a home they'll fight and die for." Wash has no personal loyalty, no personal love for Barrayar, not like Miles or any other Barrayaran he's spoken to here, but he does admire their tenacity, has found himself throwing his lot in with their cause more than anything else. "Just barely reconnecting to the greater Nexus. If it weren't for this war, I'm sure they'd have made a lot more progress in clawing their way back to the galactic stage."

A pause in the work, just to check briefly on the cart when he hears that slight creak. Seems fine for more. Never hurts to be sure, though, and he turns back to Kaidan as he drives the pitchfork back into the pile to heft yet more up onto the cart.

"Pawns on a board, but the generals are just parts on a different board, too, aren't they?" Such is war. Maybe more true of Zahal than Piotr, hell if Piotr is just some simple pawn, but he's still a smaller part of the greater war, and Zahal. Zahal is under the haut.
Edited 2017-04-25 22:45 (UTC)
dendarii: (frail bones)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-25 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He turns to look up at Wash then, his gray eyes uncertain. ]

I'll regret my choice no matter what I do.