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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!
protocol: (► ladderpoints is now upon us)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-28 10:20 am (UTC)(link)
Almost. [ A slight shake of his head. ] They probably didn't know much about us until they joined up with the camp proper.

Poor souls. [ So incredibly dryly. ] Forced to fight alongside mutants and women, a Komarran, people who'd come here from the Cetagandan base. How unthinkable, how undignified, how very, very terrible for them.

[ Wash has ah, complicated feelings about serving in the UNSC, about being among the rank-and-file, and there are definitely people he'd rather not serve beside. But when it comes down to it, like any other soldier he knows the truth of it when it comes to standing in the battlefield. You trust whoever's at your shoulder. No matter who they are, where they might come from. You trust whoever's next to you to fight beside you, and together, you hold the line.

Infighting like this goes against all of his sensibilities about what an army should be. A slight sigh. ]


These men are soldiers, aren't they? They should know better than this.
dendarii: (no shit)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-28 10:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's not sure Wash should blame himself here. Both he and Byerly are Vor, after all, and he knows how fond Byerly is of Sonia. They both are.

So - think past blame, go straight to planning. He downs a small cup of his mead and begins drumming his fingers on the table. ]


Hell. Cetaganda knows about me for sure, then.

[ Not relevant to rescuing, but it's the first thing that comes to mind anyway. If Sonia hadn't told them, Byerly will. ]
vorrutyer: (confused)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-28 10:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ He eyes her rather warily. The mirth is...odd. Still, he raises his glass, toasting - ]

To never having children, then. That solves that problem.
protocol: (► but before we get out of our club)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-28 10:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wash will blame himself no matter what you say, Miles, you might've noticed this tendency of his by now. The best you'll get is him pretending not to for a while just so people will stop trying to convince him things aren't his fault. He had half a mind to pull them both out, realizing how compromised they were around Sonia, but he'd trusted them both to keep their heads, and Wash is the kind of man who places the responsibility of a soldier's mistake squarely on their officer's shoulders. Kind of. Mostly when he's the officer in question.

He should have known better. Made the case clearer, pressed the threats more . . . ]


They might not think to ask about you. Does there happen to be a time-traveler in the Barrayaran camp doesn't seem that high up there, unless Tarn said something after all. [ Has Wash mentioned Tarn before now? He doesn't think of it. Seeing Miles immediately set his mind to planning is -- soothing, in a way, he can follow that lead, but it's difficult to keep his mind on a straight track, now. ] But where the camp is, our current situation in terms of pre-reinforcement numbers . . .

And Natasha. [ So very, very heavily. Another drink of mead. ] They'll know about her, too.
Edited 2017-04-28 10:28 (UTC)
shri: (» i'm speeding up and this is the)

[personal profile] shri 2017-04-28 10:31 am (UTC)(link)
I'm afraid, even if I gave my word to Miles, if I found you doing that? There wouldn't even be a discussion.

[ He would be, simply, dead. She lifts her glass and toasts back, throwing the drink back in a long mouthful. ]
dendarii: (support)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-28 10:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ A slight headshake at that. Miles gets Wash's point - and Miles doesn't mean to make it all about himself, though that's a super huge bad habit of his - but most importantly, it has a relevant effect on what Miles does with this information. Which is mostly what he's coming from. Ish. Okay some of that is self-centeredness, but he has reason to be worried. ]

You've seen a fast-penta interrogation. The only thing anyone need do is mention my name. [ He nearly goes on to mention that Byerly is a time traveller too, and thus will absolutely condemn Miles by logic if not words - but he can't remember if Wash knows that explicitly or not. All right, skipping over. ] Sonia may not bring it up, but Byerly absolutely would.

[ And there's Natasha, and his own status as Byerly's handler ... yeah. This is really fucking bad, and they need to move, dammit. ]

I'm just saying. I can't go in there directly, Wash. They'll know who I am, and they will take me. We'll compound our intelligence problems.

[ As much as he desperately wants to bust in and rescue all three of them himself. ]
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-28 10:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's seen a fast-penta interrogation, yes, but he also remembers Byerly's incredible confidence in being able to handle it. ]

Byerly's ImpSec. [ Like Byerly being a time traveller, it's something Wash doesn't explicitly know because Miles has quite pointedly refused to confirm it directly, but he has enough of the pieces to work on the assumption that it's true -- especially since Miles hasn't exactly gone out of his way to contradict those assumptions, so far. The moment he gets any confirmation, though, he'll notice. ] Fast-penta's standard interrogation technology here as far as I can tell, so I'm assuming he'd know some way to handle it, right?

He'd been pretty confident about being able to deal with it, when I tried to press how important it was for him not to be captured. [ He hadn't exactly taken him at his word on that, but that confidence hadn't seemed hollow. ] But if they ask a direct enough question, well. It depends on how much they already know.

-- And I'd hope you aren't thinking of going in there directly. [ How many oaths do you want him to make you swear!! ]
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dendarii: (frakkingcylon 003)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-28 10:51 am (UTC)(link)
Certain tactics. Not many. There's a reason why it's universal.

[ He'd sort of managed to beat it himself, but even he had spilled his guts before accidentally hitting on the solution. Byerly will likely be the same. He'll resist some but not all, surely ... ]

Of course I was considering it. Our only opportunity is likely coming up.
protocol: (► once you have a soul)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-28 11:00 am (UTC)(link)
If there's an opportunity during that. If there isn't . . . I'm not a time traveller, but I think you're aware of just how much I'd be able to give them if I was captured. If they gave me a pen I'd probably write an entire annotated report. A mention of your name, I'll end up regurgitating your family tree.

[ So he's not exactly a safer option, it depends. He still wants to, though. He sighs, not contradicting him, their only opportunity is coming up, but. ]

I had to send her back there, Miles. [ So very tiredly, as he pours out some more mead. ] I'm really fucking hoping that's not the last order I ever give her.
dendarii: (support)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-28 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, yes. You're just as dangerous if you've been caught. Worse, even.

[ Miles' memory isn't quite that sharp after all, though he suspects it would be enough. ]

But they won't recognize you on sight. That's the key difference.

[ Wash won't be an obvious priority - or just low-hanging fruit if someone knowledgeable spots him. ]

I want her safe too, dammit. We'll manage this.
protocol: (► too bad such a beautiful moon)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-28 11:25 am (UTC)(link)
If Byerly gives them my name, though, they would be able to recognize me from it. I was was with the Cetagandans for some time before coming over here, after all.

[ Drumming his fingers on the table. He's trying to focus on planning, but it's difficult, he's fresh from speaking with Natasha, from seeing how distraught she was, from having to send her straight back there. Natasha had known that was for the best as well, of course, but god. ]

I don't know what exactly they tried to pull, but I knew how compromised they both were around Sonia. [ Not just Byerly, but Natasha, too -- and frankly, having spoken to them both, Wash thinks Natasha had the worst of it. ] And I'm absolutely certain that the only reason Byerly's captured and not her is because he forced her to let him take the fall.
protocol: (► ladderpoints is now upon us)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-28 12:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He can't help the slightest smile at her words. To anyone else, the idea that something only decent might be made of them sometime in the future might be, ah, less positive, but Wash has never been in denial of his own lack of ability. If anything, what she says brings back fond memories, always the worst in the squad, always the rookie. Wash has always favored finesse over power, really -- partially because he's never been that strong. He's a capable, able-bodied soldier, yes, but he was just like any other, and when he became a Freelancer alongside the likes of Carolina and Tex and York and Maine, when it comes to power and raw ability and talent he always fell so terribly behind. The thing that made him stand out was nothing but hard work and discipline, but the willingness to push himself and practice and train. He's not as flashy, not as effortless as the others, but he gets things done.

Boring but practical. He misses guns, but the ones he used were always plain compared to the rest. No shotguns, no sniper rifles. Just marine standard issue. ]


Eventually. [ Is all he answers, but that shortness isn't unfriendly, there's a touch of warmth, there. A quiet confidence, but nothing smug or self-assured. Eventually, he's sure, he will be decent. He follows her quietly through the mess, instinctively moves to try and help her when she starts gathering things only for her to pointedly direct him away, and he does step back, though reluctantly. ]

Sweets? I mean. Sure. [ As briefly surprised and taken aback by the question as he is, Wash does have a quite a bit of a sweet tooth. It's a nostalgic thing for him, reminds him of the treats he'd get for his sisters, about how they'd insist on sharing with him. He is still lifelong military, however. ] Though there usually isn't much in the way of sweets when it comes to rations.

-- Are you going to make some?
vorrutyer: (haughty (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-28 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
If you found me murdering my own children? Well, I don't know. If I'm raising them, they are beyond a doubt awful. They probably deserve it.
terrifyingrenegade: (Regurts)

[personal profile] terrifyingrenegade 2017-04-28 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thank you, Lapis," says Pearl, and this time her smile, when she glances back at her, is genuinely warm.

Her focus is still mainly on Sei, though... and the Ba that's always trailing after her. The concept of made-to-order servants is already despicable enough when gems do it, but. Somehow, seeing humans doing it to one another is a thousand times worse.

"I wish I could figure out how to help them, too," she sighs distractedly.
sparkwhisperer: (human 4)

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-04-28 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Glancing around the room once more, Tarn rests his hand on Pearl's shoulder, gently guiding her to a less central and perhaps quieter location.

"And what are their motivations? I'd like to know before I become involved. I had suspected that it may be rather unsavory, but knowing the facts behind it will certainly aid in my decision making."
protocol: (Default)

sometime... later or smth ig!!

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-28 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ However an all-out brawl broke out, Wash isn't even entirely sure anymore. It was Lakshmi, he was sure, something some damned soldier said and you'd think they would know by now not to pick a fight with her -- but it'd happened, and of course he'd inevitably gotten dragged into it. Breathe in, breathe out, focus, that voice at the back of his head, you know you want to, David -- and he's had enough, he's had enough, he needs to stop before he gets out of hand. He's genuinely injured a few soldiers by now, split his knuckles on someone's jaw, taken a few sharp blows himself, and just as he's trying to find a way out of the crowd, he catches sight of Miles. He can't tell if he's already hurt, can't tell if he's been in the fight for long, but these soldiers apparently don't see an issue with ganging up on the mutie.

Wash is fast. He's always been about speed and finesse, more than raw power, and one moment someone's aiming a blow at Miles and and suddenly Wash is there between them, catching the blow and not even hesitating to twist the man's arm with a sickening crack that's somehow still audible despite the ruckus around them. No time to linger on that, Wash is already shoving him back, turning around just in time to see Miles go reeling from some blow. He's there quickly, too, catches him from falling to the dirt by roughly grabbing him by the back of his uniform and dragging him back, maybe a little bit too suddenly, almost enough to throw him off balance in the other direction. ]


-- Hey. [ Raincheck on the soliloquy, Miles, sorry, he'll give you one later. Some soldier jeers at him, outsider spy from the Cetagandan base, right, that's who you fucking are, coming to your little mutie's rescue, and Miles might end up dragged with him a little as he moves forward towards that soldier, easily side-stepping some blow and twisting just enough to drive his elbow hard against the side of the man's neck, sharp enough to have him half-collapsing, staggering against the ground. Wash glances back at Miles. ] I was just leaving.

[ Some other soldier, likely drunk, barrels clumsily in their direction, and this time when Wash moves Miles bodily out of the way he ends up lifting him clean off the ground. Wash is deliberate and intentional in the way he doesn't quite set him back down fully, lifting him enough even with just the one arm to force him up onto his toes, mostly to prove a point. He'll just carry you out of here if he has to, buddy, and he absolutely can. A slight tip of his head, and for the sweat beading on his brow from all of this, Wash's breathing and voice are surprisingly steady. Calm. He's far from unscathed though, and while the bruises will take some time to show there's blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth. ]

You're coming with me. [ That isn't a question, but he's still going to wait for you to affirm it. Be good for once, maybe. Though he might honestly end up picking you up either way. ]
sparkwhisperer: (human 2)

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-04-28 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"And, what, you're expected to care for it this entire time? Teach it how to stay alive?" He scoffs, "That seems a rather steep commitment. What does sort of symbiosis does it give you in return?"
durango: (oh really?)

[personal profile] durango 2017-04-28 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
It's when he speaks that she finally recognizes him. That young, eager doctor from Deep Space Nine, the one who was so excited to meet Data. Her eyebrows shoot up. "Dr. Bashir?"

Here she thought she might very well not see anyone from home again and now... two people show up, back to back almost. "I didn't expect to see you here!"

But from her smile it's obvious that she is happy to see him.
durango: (pensive)

[personal profile] durango 2017-04-28 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Something very few here seem to want to give.
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vorrutyer: (shaaaahhhhts)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-28 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
And what is that?
durango: (do you think that's wise?)

[personal profile] durango 2017-04-28 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
She tilts her head thoughtfully. How to explain this to someone whose values so clearly differ from those of either Humans or Betazoids? Love is what springs first and foremost in her mind, but she doesn't know that he'll accept that simple answer.

"They are the hope for the future, for the survival of the species. The chance to do better, to teach the next generation not to make the same mistakes their parents did. It's hardly the most... efficient way, I'll admit, but evolution does not always pay attention to efficiency. Species that reproduce this way cannot help it any more than species whose children are born already grown and self sufficient can."
terrifyingrenegade: (alright piss off)

[personal profile] terrifyingrenegade 2017-04-28 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"They're about as unsavory as you might expect from a group of people who genetically engineer slaves," says Pearl, with more bitterness and venom than Tarn has probably ever heard out of her before.

"That's the motivation. Genetic engineering. They want to extract and replicate what dormant powers they can from the genes of exotics, and then experiment on incorporating them into their own people. Exotics who volunteer for the therapy are just convenient guinea pigs. 'Safer' test subjects, I think they said."
durango: (listening)

[personal profile] durango 2017-04-28 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
The truth... without attempts to sway me one way or another.

At least you were more direct in that regard.

[Nothing about the Cetagandans is.]
vorrutyer: (explaining everything (badly))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-28 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A snort. ]

If you think you can find anyone in any world who'll give you information without an agenda behind it, you're dreaming, my dear lady. No one opens their mouth ever without a desire for something. Especially here. Hell, here, you can't even read a weather report that's not shaped by some ideology. Dream a little smaller, won't you? Unless you want to continue to stand paralyzed while people die.
sparkwhisperer: (Default)

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-04-28 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Rolling his eyes, Tarn looks away from the whole proceeding. He seems rather bored; in all honesty he could care less about the affairs if this world unless he thinks that it can aid him in his goals.

“Barrayarans are a strange looking bunch, yourself included. What’s this business that you have going? “ He gestures to his own upper lip in reference to Byerly’s mustache “Not a good look.”

Turning to ghem-Yulang, Tarn crosses his arms looking unimpressed.

“Princess Sonia, What do you think will come of this whole ordeal? Have your Cetagandan captors been wasting their time? Have I been wasting mine?"