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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!
shri: (» the colours disappear)

[personal profile] shri 2017-04-26 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ She settles back into the chair, arm hooked over the back of it. Hand sitting loose, the other flat on the table in front of her. ]

I have had the occasion and misfortune of being poisoned once or twice before.

[ Of course she has. ]

I will still have time to slit your throat before it takes me, if it comes to that.
dendarii: (cunning plan)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-26 10:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wow um. Yeah, that was a bit harsh, Duv. He kind of jolts his head back towards the Komarran. ]

Meaning what, exactly?
dendarii: (frail bones)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-26 10:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's not in a good place for that kind of comfort. Not here, where all he can do is build himself back up again from nothing because there's literally nothing left of his accomplishments. He's not sure which is worse: to have his achievements extant but sullied, or to have them erased completely. Both are terrible for a man who just wants to have an impact on the world ...

Though, if Byerly is correct, he will recover. If he goes home. If here is a home to return to. ]


Poetic justice, I suppose. I'd been severely drunk that night, mourning my own life and uncertain of how to go on. I stared up at the stars and pleaded with the universe to let me go back and undo something. Undo this whole mess.

[ And he'd gotten his wish. Like something out of a Barrayaran fairytale, cruel irony intact. ]
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-26 10:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ The irony of that doesn't go unmissed. But ah, how many nights has Wash spent doing just that, minus the alcohol? Waking from a nightmare or staying up to stave one off, head in his hands, wanting some way, anything, just something. Wash has always wanted to have an impact on things, too, but he's more beaten down, more resigned to the idea that he never, ever will.

But he does have a chance to make up for his mistakes, now. In exchange for hurting even more people. A slow breath, lifting a hand to curve over Miles' shoulder on the other side of him, slipping down slightly over his arm. ]


What did you do, then?
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 189)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-26 10:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ He leans his head against Wash firmly, grateful for his proximity. ]

I woke up here. That's what I did.
protocol: (► too bad such a beautiful moon)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-26 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ At least he can offer some comfort, it seems, though there's a slight obvious tension that moves through him at that answer. ]

This wormhole anomaly has a real cruel sense of humor.
dendarii: (Torchwood_106_0288)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-26 10:30 am (UTC)(link)
Mm, indeed. Its timing is truly impeccable.
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-26 10:35 am (UTC)(link)
The planet I was on, Chorus. It's been through some hell of its own. We got involved with it somehow, against all my better instincts. We had to split up, at some point, and Tucker's team was holding out on their own.

Last thing I remember before waking up here, I was on a ship with Carolina. Inbound for a rescue.

[ Not quite as sharp as the timing for Miles, but it does terribly underscore the choice he's making when he's choosing to stay. ]
vorrutyer: (i can't tell if that's a tit there)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-26 12:18 pm (UTC)(link)
What, and fulfill the desires of your killers? Even as you die, doing their will and killing me.

[ He sits back, his eyelids sagging. His eyes look nearly closed - but from under those lashes, there's a little gleam of his eye. He's watching her intently. ]

How tenacious you are, dear Reine. Truly, nothing will stop you getting at those you hate.
vorrutyer: (explaining everything (badly))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-26 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hm," Byerly sighs, giving a little lift of his eyebrows. He surveys the dummy and responds, "Indeed I can. And I must confess that it's a very pleasant sort of image." His lips peel slightly back from his teeth - and the anger there isn't feigned, either. By serves Barrayar, and Piotr Vorkosigan is Barrayar's staunch defender. But dear god, the old man is a wretched bastard. If he were killed in battle, By wouldn't shed a single tear. He'd worry about the fate of this world, perhaps, yes, but no weeping.

"It'd be more pleasant with a bit more realism, admittedly. Too bad he's so damnably wily."
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-26 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Byerly gives a little laugh of agreement at that, lifting a cheery eyebrow. ]

You must be having a bit of a hard time around the Barrayaran military types, then. Strong-and-stoic is an ideal amongst them. Borderline fetishistic. Where do you come from, anyway?
shri: (» are too vicious to tell)

hdu use sexy time icons at me for this

[personal profile] shri 2017-04-26 12:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She tilts her face up, that faintly challenging press, the rake of her fingers through her hair. Sliding against the gold where it sits bold against the dark thick of it. ]

Miles told me of the Vor. You should thank him next time you see him, he is the one that made me promise that you should face your own kind for what you deserve, rather than taking it myself.

[ She turns away from him briefly, let him look, let him look as much as he likes. For scrapes and cuts, new and old, there the flat discs hang by her ears and chime slightly. The purposeful way she lifts her fingers to call over a maid to get them both another drink. ]

He told me that you are bound body and soul to this planet. That it is the whole of you, and that is what it means to be Vor.
vorrutyer: (haughty)

every time is sexy time with byerly

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-26 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Miles is so quaint and charming, isn't he?

[ What the hell was Miles thinking, saying all that? What, more of his attempts to rehabilitate Byerly in the eyes of others? Damn the man - his job is a damned sight easier if people just hate him - But, admittedly, Lakshmi isn't trying to kill him, here. So...well done on that front, Miles. Not that By would ever actually admit that Miles had done well. ]

Such an old-fashioned perspective. But he's entirely wrong. There are certain Vor that are wanted, and there are certain Vor who are a disgrace, a source of misery and shame to everyone around them. Weeds amongst the flowers. Those Vor have been uprooted forcefully from this garden. And I am the most despised weed of them all.
shri: (» tragically we fall like the arrows)

uhm excuse he can't get none here son

[personal profile] shri 2017-04-26 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her smile is utterly withering. ] He is a sun, when he wants to be.

[ But she expects that, him spelling out his own tragic existence, his own lack of worth. ] Because you're Vorrutyer? Because all your family is wicked? Because you disgrace even them? I have heard it all before from you. And I tell you still, I know monsters. The only thing you are, is traitor.
vorrutyer: (explaining everything (badly))

damn

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-26 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He smiles at her, the expression edged. With a hand pressed to his heart, he croons - ]

And here I'd thought I was special. You wound me, Reine. If I am to be wretched, I should at least like to be remarkably wretched.

[ He drops his hand, then, and sighs - ]

But it rather puts a dagger in the heart of Miles' theory of me. I am not Vor; I am un-Vor. I cannot belong to the planet if the planet rejected me.
shri: (» and if that's true)

[personal profile] shri 2017-04-26 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
We have already gone over how dull you are when you are playing games, and still, you continue to play them. For a man that hates such a thing, you do it so often.

[ She stays put when the maid comes over with a new glass for her, and to refill his. She falls quiet while she does, watching through lowered eyes as the glass is poured. ]

Yes, you are. Even in hating it, in betraying it, you are as much of it as it is of you. Why else would you do - all this. [ A broad gesture at all of him. Flicking her fingers in a sweeping curve. His apathetic exterior that comes from easily disenchanted - and on one so young to her mind, too. His traitor acts, crawling on his knees to. ] If it did not have some deep and unrelenting pull on you.
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-26 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
All what?

[ His mouth twists up in a bitter smile that is only partially an act. ]

Kill myself through drink? Screw people I'm not supposed to? Help the mortal enemies of the Vor? You shall have to be more specific. There is so very much I do that is shameful, you see.
thesisko: (18)

[personal profile] thesisko 2017-04-26 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
It's only a few moments later that he finds his way to the scene, fortunately unbothered and unscathed. He stops when he spots her holding the child, the urgency largely subsiding as he realizes the baby isn't in immediate danger. He relaxes his posture slightly, standing at a respectful distance.

There's something extremely familiar about the woman holding the child - but, so completely out of any semblance of context, he doesn't place her immediately. It makes it the sort of thing that nags at his mind instead, trying to place her. Maybe this entire thing is the work of the Prophets again... but, the more tangible concern prevails.

"Are you both all right?"
durango: (listening)

[personal profile] durango 2017-04-26 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
To try to change the future.
vorrutyer: (god honestly what is this guy's face)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-26 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He smiles at that. ]

Nothing so arrogant. Simply...to try to save the lives of as many people as possible. That's all I want.
infailtration: (pic#10657624)

[personal profile] infailtration 2017-04-26 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
The Cetagandan base is basically the last place on Barrayar that York wants to be -- the folks there weren't too fond of him before he stole their much-needed medical supplies and defected, he can only imagine how much they hate him now. He's fairly recognizable around base by his scar, and Carolina's red hair stands out even though both of them are wearing Cetagandan fatigues (Lina's being liberated from Wash). They'll just have to stealth it, keep their faces hidden, and hope shit doesn't go sideways like it usually does. Tucker and Miles are fatigue-less and thereby much more noticeable, so York draws them a quick map of the way to the laundry room for fatigues. He and Carolina will take the riskier path to requisitions for the face paint and potentially extra supplies. This isn't a rescue mission, and he isn't sure he trusts the other two on their own, but there's nothing to be done for it. Hopefully they're not foolish enough to get themselves captured. He wants to help Sonia too, really he does, but four people isn't going to cut it.

Getting in isn't any more difficult than getting out was, and as they split up he turns to Carolina and tilts his head thoughtfully. "We'll have to pass at least one patrol to get their timing down. What do you think?" Should they take the soldier out and risk throwing off the rounds, or just pretend they belong and risk him being recognized?
durango: (listening)

[personal profile] durango 2017-04-26 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Deanna gives her a sympathetic look in return, gesturing for her to follow her out of the barracks. The walk to the science labs is not nearly so cold as it was that first night she and Natasha spied on Diya and Zahal. And of course, now she has her own badge to get her into the building, though she still can't reach the innermost rooms. The most basic of medicines are well within her reach, however.

Except befor they can reach their destination, she hears some feminine voices and she throws out a hand to let Lapis know to stop.
durango: (do you think that's wise?)

[personal profile] durango 2017-04-26 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Deanna stops her singing and looks up at Tarn with a small frown, more out of confusion than displeasure. "He's a baby. A Human who isn't yet fully grown."
durango: (oh shit)

[personal profile] durango 2017-04-26 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
No doubt it doesn't help that Deanna isn't wearing her Starfleet uniform - hasn't been, for a few months now. Instead her clothes are distinctly Cetagandan: colorful and avant-garde. Her face, however is unpainted. When she looks up at Sisko, for the briefest of moments, she looks startled, wary as she holds the crying baby closer to her chest. But then a moment later, relief washes over her as she realizes who this is standing in front of her. After all, as the commander of DS9, his name and face would be much more recognizable to her than vice versa.

At least, she hopes this is who she thinks it is. His hair and beard have swapped places, but otherwise he looks the same. Yet... Who knows what the wormhole will bring. "Commander Sisko?"

If nothing else gave her away, her distinct Betazoids accent will.
durango: (do you think that's wise?)

[personal profile] durango 2017-04-26 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Then for all your talk of how your life means nothing, I don't believe you are willing to sit there and wait for them to make the next you. That doesn't help anyone.