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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!
standsentinel: (smile)

[personal profile] standsentinel 2017-04-25 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
An honest chuckle is By's reward for this tale, as Kaidan shakes his head at the mental image of boxer-brief banditry. "Honestly," he says, "Most of my best dirt is shore leave stories. And as for the, ah, laundry quotient around here, I've been spending most of my time head-down in the tech labs lately. More math than gossip, although if I had some of what you're having I might just start understanding the higher-level stuff Micah's dealing in. Right before passing out."
protocol: (► to beat hungary!)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-25 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That is true, isn't it. Just meeting his eyes quietly, squeezing his hand lightly over his wrist, thumb pressing against his pulse. ]

I'm sorry I can't do anything more. [ Than just -- this. Listening. Asking and listening. ] Not even sure if this helps, really, just.

We both have hard choices to make, right? [ A slight smile, genuine, but maybe a little distant. ] And I might know a few things about living with mountains of regret.

[ Actually he's a very bad role model on how to deal with regret and very aware of it but hey. ]
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[personal profile] withanh 2017-04-25 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Micah's already reaching for the datapad when Kaidan makes his demands -- a fair ransom, but their mouth twists in an expression of wry reluctance.

"Withholding research from a hungry mind? That's a little cruel." But they're half-smiling, and alright, yes, hungry for food too. They rub their cheek with the heel of one hand.

"But thank you, Kaidan. ...Is Kaidan alright?" They haven't gotten as closely acquainted with Kaidan as they have with the othes yet, Kaidan only having recently joined the Star Gate Project team proper.
vorbratta: (and i could wrap my arms)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-04-25 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Lapis catches Sonia when she's in the gardens, photographing the pink blossoms of a sprawling magnolia tree with low-slung branches. She actually looks something close to relaxed for once, a little bit more at peace with a camera in her hand, immersing herself in imagery that makes the rest of the world lose meaning. But she hears Lapis's voice and she goes immediately stiff, turning to look at her with pursed lips and guarded eyes.

"About what?" she says shortly, lowering her camera.
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[personal profile] mirrortide 2017-04-25 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"I.. wanted to say thank you. For that thing you showed me. It helps with the headaches a lot." Lapis starts slowly, rubbing her arm in a clearly guilty fashion. She looks around, trying to see if anyone else is around before she speaks again.

"I also wanted to say... I know what its like to be trapped somewhere you don't want to be." Lapis would be just as unhappy as Sonia is in her position. "To be unable to go home. So... I'd like to repay you for helping me."
terrifyingrenegade: (I fucked up)

[personal profile] terrifyingrenegade 2017-04-25 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Honestly, Lapis doesn't need to do much convincing here; Pearl is already mirroring her distress. Her eyes are wide and trembling, both hands covering her mouth as if she's afraid she might start screaming. Using their DNA to mess with the ba was already bad enough, but using it to alter soldiers? The very thought of it makes her sick to her stomach.

"They've been using us," she whispers, horrified, like she only just figured this out. That isn't the case, of course; she's known this to be true for months now. There's an implication there instead, an unspoken sentiment: They, the Cetagandans, have been using them, the exotics... and they've done nothing to stop it. And now it's gone too far.
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[personal profile] mirrortide 2017-04-26 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
"I know it's bad, but I still... I still want my powers back, Pearl." She wraps her arms around herself. "I know there's humans that are in danger here, and I know that it's because of my powers, but... It's been a real long time since I've been able to fly." Since the mirror. Since Malachite. Being stuck on the ground doesn't exactly make her feel safe or secure, especially when the only times she's been stuck for an extended period of time hasn't ever really gone well for her.
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[personal profile] standsentinel 2017-04-26 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Witholding research until your blood glucose is back at a level to appreciate it properly," Kaidan counters, the hand holding the datapad lifting it out of reach while the other bestows the sandwich on its plate as a sacrifice to the greedy, greedy brain and its' 20% cut of all energy requirements. The faint twinkle in his eye remains as he pulls up a chair across from Micah, spun around so that he can lean his arms against the back. "Kaidan's... more than all right, actually," he assures them, once divested of his food offering. "None of the other titles really apply right now anyway."
dendarii: (TW_S1_E2_0521)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-26 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ If he'd gone home right away ... If he hadn't met his family in truth. Now he can't possibly leave them to die, dammit. ]

Yeah? I imagine you do. Hence you staying too.

[ Yeah Wash. Speaking of being a bad role model. ]
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-26 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's not like he was the one who sort of suggested Miles could stay or anything, right? Right? Hahahahaha . . . ]

I've made my decision already. Same as you, there was only ever one choice.

I would've regretted it either way, too.
withanh: (pic#11298574)

[personal profile] withanh 2017-04-26 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Micah smiles, a little helplessly, and sits across from Kaidan to give the sandwich a cursory inspection of approval. They reach for a bottle, presumably water, and take a good drink before they start in on the sandwich. It's pretty clear that it's been a while since Micah's last meal.

They raise their eyebrows and make an inquisitive noise at Kaidan's response, but they swallow before talking. "You do have titles, then?"
dendarii: (sawed-off maniac)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-26 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ You super did, Wash. This is kind of your fault. ]

Mm. Just so. There's no going back.
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-04-26 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
"If there is a reason then it is beyond me. I have played their game to little effect. I'm fairly certain that Diya just seems to think me not worth the effort."

Frankly the whole business grates on Tarn. He could care less what Diya thinks of him, but pit does he need to win their favor for this. Tarn tells himself that will be worth it in the end.

"But, I've never been one to give up so easily. Tenacity is one of my stronger suits." He smirks at pearl, giving her some space and taking a hearty sip of his drink

"Enough about me. How have you been faring these past few weeks?
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[personal profile] justvor 2017-04-26 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Barrayar is military-mad enough that addressing the Emperor as sir during a war is more or less acceptable, although two of the Vorbarra armsmen in the room, clad in the same black-and-silver livery Gavalas wears, give him a slightly dirty look. Outsiders.

But if the Emperor himself is bothered, he doesn't show it; merely looks up at Wash from the table he's bent over, assesses the unfamiliar man in a very familiar uniform with a brief glance and a slight knit of his eyebrows, and nods shortly. Whatever anger he has in him, he isn't wearing it like Piotr and Yuri are -- and he must have anger, the endangerment of one grandchild on the heels of the death of another.

"Vorkosigan sent you?" A confirmation. Not of the sender, but the messenger. If Piotr sent an outsider on purpose, he's making a deliberate statement to Dorca, and it doesn't go unheard. Dorca gestures for Wash to continue.
standsentinel: (dat jacket)

[personal profile] standsentinel 2017-04-26 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
For all of Kaidan's earnest focus on the art of manure-moving, he spots Duv before he makes contact and is ready to greet him with a slight lift of the pitchfork that stands in for a wave. (Actually waving a pitchfork that's covered in mixed agricultural waste would be a bad idea, or at least a thoroughly unpleasant one.) "Galeni, hey. You could say that," he agrees. "Didn't expect to see you again, to be honest." So, whatever else has him out shovelling in the spring sun, a cunning ploy to impress stray Komarrans isn't it.
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[personal profile] madvor 2017-04-26 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
The slight curl of Yuri's lip shows about how much he appreciates Miles's personality. About as much as the rest of him, equally offensive. Yuri's too Barrayaran to claim delicate sensibility, but mutants still have no place in this camp. They certainly have no place in that uniform.

"Desperate," Yuri echoes scornfully, eyes narrowed. The whole planet is desperate. That's no excuse. "I think you mean overly progressive. Prole officers, I'll grant him, but women and mutants in the Imperial Service? I think my niece's Betan sensibilities must be getting the better of him." He makes a disapproving noise. It's clear that he thinks Miles would be much better suited to literally anything else. And that he's not all that fond of his brother's decision to marry a galactic, either.
protocol: (► however the internal combustion engine)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-26 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hahahaha........ ]

You really have made up your mind, huh.
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 005)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-26 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
Did you think I'd change it that easily?
dendarii: (sawed-off maniac)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-26 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
Ugh. He's not surprised - and it's better than getting outright attacked - but goddam he hates that look on Yuri's face. Can't help but twitch slightly in response to it, to take a moment to calm himself first. The man is a product of his time. Piotr is the progressive one, for god's sake ... He'd always known that in theory, but now he's starting to believe it.

The prospect of staying in this version of Barrayar the rest of his life is looking worse by the second.

He can't defend himself, really, but the implied insult to Lakshmi makes him twitch a bit more. Subtly, a muscle jumping in his jaw before he quells it. "The women are entirely capable," he says firmly. "I think you'd find that most of them can best any man in a trial by combat." Lakshmi and Carolina, definitely. Completely badass. "This camp would be worse off without them."
sparkwhisperer: (human 3)

Flower viewing party :')

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-04-26 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
After four drinks everything is starting to seem fuzzy around the edges. Any inhibitions that may have been present begin slipping as Tarn nearly trips over himself trying to get to the exit.

Perhaps pearl was right about the substance that he'd been sucking down for the past several hours.

He shuffles quicker, wandering the perimeter to trying to get through the throng of mingling ghem ladies. Tarn probably doesn't even hear them snickering at him as he trips over his hem of his robe, catching himself on Lapis in an attempt to not fall on his face.
vorbratta: (is that you gotta have fun)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-04-26 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
"You mean I'm not the prettiest?" Sonia demands uninvited with a pout, all under that glossy haze of the fast-penta that makes it all seem so very off. Ghem-Yulang, looking a little exasperated, motions for her to stop, but Sonia keeps talking.

"You have it all wrong anyway. For one, she's a Countess now. And my sister isn't going to go hare off and do something stupid. That's something I'd do." A giggle escapes her. "And you make the mistake of thinking that she'd go behind Count Piotr's back like that. I don't think you get it. They're partners." The word comes out sing-song, all crystal cheer. "Nobody believes it because it's Barrayar, and I think sometimes even Count Piotr doesn't want to admit it. But my sister is brilliant. And he knows it. And if anyone's making the decisions about me, it's Olivia. Count Piotr always lets her handle that. I suppose," she says, suddenly sighing and drooping in her chair, "they still think of me as a child. Someone to be handled. What do I have to do to prove I'm an adult around here?"

"Stop," ghem-Yulang says, and Sonia's would-be whine tirade abruptly comes to a stop. The ghem-major looks over at Tarn and Byerly, lips pursed. "You do understand that the Princess's life is not under threat at the moment. That isn't part of ghem-General Zefyst's current plan."

"No, that would be stupid," Sonia laughs, apparently unable to keep quiet for long. "All that would do is piss them off, and if you killed me, you wouldn't have anything to bargain with at all, just a really, really pissed off Count and Countess with fresh motivation. If you killed me, you'd just be fueling the fire. You'd make a martyr out of me." She lets out a disjointed laugh. "I'm good for morale, you know. And Piotr Vorkosigan will call your bluff every time, but you'll never call his."
lovernotafighter: (A fuckboy and his toy)

wow, we're can talk a lot about feelings.

[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-04-26 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[No, it wasn't about knives anymore.

And Wash wasn't wrong; Felix was really good at that, really good at getting in, making it count, making it hurt. He wanted to carve his name into every tree trunk before he chopped it down and set fire to the wood. But while knives were intimate, while knives were close and carved and chipped away at doubt and defenses until they got at the heart, they were ultimately just a tool.

Felix wasn't a tool of Hargrove. He did it because he wanted to. Because he had fun with it.]


You weren't there for a lot of it, Wash. [Stuck with the Feds. Stuck with Locus. Locus was easier; the air around him was different.] I hung around him. I got drunk with him. When we had good missions, we fucking celebrated, and when we had bad ones, he called me out on it. I...He was a friend.

[Fingernails dug deep into his sleeves, jaw tight. His eyes weren't on Wash; they were on the knife.]

...But I was never a fucking friend to him. I was fucking up left and right; everything was a shitshow, and it was secretly his fault as much as it was mine. But he was the only fucking person who I thought knew what the hell to do. He was the only one I could fucking look to. He was--

[you]

--someone that didn't fucking exist. And you think that would make shit easier, right? But noooooo, it doesn't, because that just means he was fucking laughing at me the entire time and I should've been able to tell! I had all the fucking time in the goddamn world to see through it and I didn't. How fucking stupid am I?

[What if someone else had gotten hurt? What if he had killed Caboose or Grif or Simmons or Kimball?

He started to move, to pace again, to do something because this was tension, this was wound up, wrapped up and he couldn't sit still.]
But he's dead, Wash. Ding-fucking-dong, the bitch is dead. So this shit? All this shit? It doesn't fucking matter anymore. There's nothing to fucking worry about and I'll fight with swords and you can keep your knives and everyone can forget that that part of Chorus happened.
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-26 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
Wash can feel the eyes of those armsmen on him, sees them out of the corner of his eye, recognizes the livery from the time he's spent with Gavalas -- Vorbarra colors of some kind, he'd always assumed. He doesn't look at them, though, is more than practiced at ignoring a dirty look or a scathing murmur, keeping his eyes on the man in front of him, instead. Piotr did send him. To the Emperor. Wash isn't quite so helpless as to not understand there's significance, in that, even if he's just acting as messenger. He straightens as he's acknowledged, a curt, sharp nod.

"He did, sir." An outsider, when he could've easily sent another. Not for a particularly delicate task, but still. Some pause before he hands over what he was given, some piece of correspondence, not anything he's privy to know about. "And I'm to take back a response, as well."

His task done there's a slight curiosity in his eyes now, with the way he glances around the tent briefly ( and still distinctly not directly at Dorca's armsmen ), at whatever might be spread out across Dorca's table. What does an Emperor get up to, down here with the grit and dirt? His understanding of titles like that is likely outdated, but he associates that more with someone lording over armies from afar rather than being right in the trench alongside them. He's half a mind to comment on the drills he saw Dorca leading, but ah, not yet, right. He's technically still waiting on instruction.
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[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-26 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't think about that," Byerly answers at once, his voice low and urgent. Because Sonia might falter. What fate ever awaits a spy? Interrogation and execution at best - interrogation followed by being used as a bargaining chip at worst. Though perhaps when it comes to Natasha, being bargained is a better fate - her honor and righteousness are not, after all, tied up in service the way his are. If she is used against Barrayar, there is no sin in that, no shame. For him, yes, absolutely, but not for her. But regardless - to think about their fate will just be a distraction. And he needs her focused.

"Just focus on what's ahead of us. What did Lapis tell you?"
protocol: (► mr president i want a man from you)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-26 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
No.

It's hard to tell how sure you really are about it though, sometimes -- and I understand a little better now, just what you're leaving behind. [ And look, he might feel. A little responsible. The responsibility-and-guilt sponge that he is. It was very much his suggestion. ] It can't hurt to make sure.