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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!
dendarii: (solpadeine26)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-30 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
It's not a hard type to hit. Everyone is taller than me.

[ But that's still avoiding the question. He really can't manage it anymore, can he... He sighs softly, letting his gaze drift back down to the table. ]

You are something special to me, Wash. And I'd like to sleep with you. But they aren't necessarily the same thing.
durango: (sunshine)

[personal profile] durango 2017-04-30 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Right. I don't want to see you get overworked." She smiles. "Why don't we grab a bite to eat and then I can introduce you to a new friend?"
protocol: (► however the internal combustion engine)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-30 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ God, what has he done. Should he have made a cleaner break? Probably. But -- ah, he does really enjoy talking to him, and none of what he's said to Miles about this has ever been untrue. A slow breath. ]

Miles. [ Softly. That's about as much as he can say, right now. He'll let Miles elaborate, and also, just, god. He can't actually be that special, he never is. ]
dendarii: (support)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-30 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Miles' brain abhors a vacuum; it doesn't take long for more words to spill out. ]

You're the closest friend I've made here, Wash. You're precious to me.
shri: (» now they whisper it)

[personal profile] shri 2017-04-30 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
I never judge a child for the absence of their parents. Nor a soldier for the failings their commanders.

[ She intones back, letting go of the blade as he came up behind and beside her. A stiff nod to him to let him work, and the rest of the ingredients she'd gathered, what she wants to be done to most of them. Chopped and sliced. ] You sew? What a gift.

[ She walks away from him to the fire, to the pot she puts on it. Letting it heat up before she takes the butter, syrup and honey. Butter, then the syrup, the honey she uses sparingly. Gentlest amount to give flavour and nothing else. It sizzles hot, an oil that immediately fills the space of the kitchen with a smell that's sweet and rich. ] I'll recruit you next time I have to spend hours stitching together ripped uniforms.
protocol: (► mr president i want a man from you)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-30 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wash has gotten a hell of a lot better at being emotionally genuine with his friends, over the years, might even like talking about feelings these days, but this is still raw and vulnerable in a way he wasn't quite ready for. He doesn't shrink away from it, though, doesn't so much as look away from him, fingers tracing lightly over his skin where they're curved over his arm. ]

Precious, huh. [ A slight smile. ] You should already know I'd say the same of you.

[ They are talking about their friendship here, right? That should be safe. That he won't shy away from. He does have such precious few friends, and he doesn't think Miles actually understands how different this is, for him, making a friend so easily and quickly. It is different, though. And precious, differently. ]
dendarii: (Torchwood_106_0258)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-30 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ All of that is true. And the friendship is most important, more important than anything else. But it's not the only thing. ]

I know. And I'm glad of that. I have fewer friends than you think.

[ Not that his score is any good. The man is singularly dense sometimes. But that's not all he has to say here. Licking his lips a bit, he looks back up at Wash. ]

I want to sleep with you too. Is that so bad?
protocol: (► costs!)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-30 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ He'll just -- allow himself a moment, lightly reaching over with his other hand and leaning over the table slightly, gently curving his fingers against his jaw. ]

I never said it was bad.

[ Well. Maybe he has. But not in that exact word. ]
shri: (» how to win what they all lost)

[personal profile] shri 2017-04-30 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Seeing that is almost enough to make her forget whatever pain she's in. A want to see to it, over almost anything else as she takes a pained breath in. ]

Ah - [ to the suddenness well - she jerks her head to the back exit of the tent. She doesn't want to deal with someone else - looking in at the moment. ] If you don't mind.
durango: (default)

[personal profile] durango 2017-04-30 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Not as glad as she is to see him - and not simply because he's another Starfleet officer, though that is a large part of it. But having a doctor she can trust, who should at least have some familiarity with Betazoid physiology is an enormous relief. Perhaps he can shine some real answers on why her empathic senses were taken from her.

"We're in another universe, thanks to some anomaly with one of their wormholes here. They travel via wormholes rather than traditional faster than light methods like warp drive. This particular planet is called Barrayar and the native population the Barrayarans, while our... hosts," she says that last word with a great deal of disdain, "Are the Cetagandans. The two sides are at war with one another."
durango: (pensive)

[personal profile] durango 2017-04-30 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
"No one on the Cetagandan base. You're the first person I've seen from home in over two months now."

Though at this point, it's felt almost like two years.
traitorous: (BOTTOMLESS.)

[personal profile] traitorous 2017-04-30 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ maine can tell anyway, despite wash's best efforts to conceal his nervousness. the hunched curve of shoulders, the slight tic of his fingers against his palms, the way he can't quite meet maine's eye, the teasing comments masking a hidden warning: don't push this, please.

he takes a step forward.
]

Take off your shirt, Wash.

[ or he'll make him do that, too. ]
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-30 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ To get a better look at the scars, to see what's new all these years. He still manages to give him a bit of a look, though, lifting an eyebrow. ]

That what this is about? [ Dryly, a bit of a smile to it, friendly, but again the act isn't as clean and polished as it usually would be. He's still tense. He knows when Maine is fixed on something, knows how he drives at it until he gets it, but he can't. He can't. There's things he can't give him. ] Wouldn't it be more fun if you did it yourself?

[ Even as he says it, though, he's already pulling off his shirt, and he has changed, of course he has. Any scars that Maine might remember are still there but older and faded, layered under new scars he's picked up, and he was never weak but he's certainly intensified in training since then, the difference would be easy to see. There's an especially awful scar on his left shoulder, like a bulletwound but one that really tore, and he's still wearing his tags, of course he is, the metal jostling around his neck -- but there's something different, something new. One for the UNSC, one for Freelancer, one for something else Maine wouldn't know, Recovery-One.

He turns around, then, stepping purposefully into shaft of light they have in the room. Let Maine look at those scars, he knows he'll force him to show him, anyway, spreading out like forked lightning from his implant and without his shirt it's clear how far they go, over the backs of his shoulders, stretching down over most of his back. ]


It's fine, Maine. Really. [ Glancing back over his shoulder. ] Doesn't even hurt.
durango: (proud)

[personal profile] durango 2017-04-30 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Her eyes flick over at the guards then up where presumably the cameras are, back to him, and she gives him a disbelieving look. She's hardly going to spill her every thought right here, to him. The Cetagandans are not operating under the same assumptions as he is about her loyalties, but they seem to more or less trust that she's not a flight risk or going to attack them and she'd like to keep it that way. The more neutral she's seen as, the better chance she has at diplomacy. And, perhaps more importantly for all of them, exotics and Barrayarans alike, the less likely the Cetagandans will be to interrogate her, to take advantage her knowledge of Federation technology.

So for now, she stands again, resisting the urge to give into her temper, her fists clenched at her sides. Still, her next words come out more sharply than she intends.]


I will, as I said earlier, speak to Zahal on your behalf.
traitorous: (YOU BITCH.)

[personal profile] traitorous 2017-04-30 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ wash's scars are even worse than maine thought they'd be. they all have scars — no freelancer in the project escaped that particular fate — but maine has never seen an injury like this, so widespread and fine, white-pink lines feathering down his shoulders and back like the branches of a dead tree. definitely a rejection, then, or something close to it.

he draws closer, brushing the backs of his knuckles over his implant and across his shoulders. his touch is gentle, careful, always so fucking careful with wash and carolina, but he can see wash's muscles rippling under his skin, tension building everywhere his fingers pass.

maine slips his hand from his shoulder to his elbow and reels him around to face him. another scar, diagonal to his heart, with smaller, upraised marks surrounding it. this one was from a bullet and metal shrapnel, also new.
] And this?
asklepian: (pic#7459922)

[personal profile] asklepian 2017-04-30 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Wonderful, we don't have the market cornered on wormhole anomalies." Julian has already been dropped into another reality thanks to their own wormhole--he has to say, so far at least, this is much better. He hasn't been strong armed into an ore refinery yet.

He can tell from the tone of her voice that there's something going on with the Cetagandans that he's going to want to know about, but talking about it here probably isn't the best idea. They'll have to find somewhere more private to talk later so he can get the full idea.

Still, out of one war and into another--this one with more than subtle tones of the Bajoran occupation, from what little context Deanna has given him.

"I hope they're not expecting our assistance." He's pretty sure helping one side or the other in a war is in flagrant violation of the Prime Directive, in spirit if not in letter.
protocol: (► ladderpoints is now upon us)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-30 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ The scars aren't sensitive anymore, but that doesn't mean the tension in him doesn't still build to feel Maine's touch tracing over them, following one of those forked-lightning lines over his shoulder. He's always been careful, always so soft, a tenderness that everyone who didn't really know Maine past the brute in the battlefield would be so surprised to know even exists, and it's. Familiar. Too familiar. God, he can't give him anything, he can't.

He isn't lying, though. They don't hurt. Not physically, anyway, not to the touch, the pain he bears from those scars reaches far, far deeper than his skin.

Wash isn't quite expecting to be turned around, but he goes easily enough -- until Maine touches a different scar. The one on his shoulder, and he reacts almost violently, not from pain but just memory, his own helmet reflected in the gold of Maine's faceplate, he just can't believe, he just can't believe. He steps back, tries to twist out of Maine's grip, tries to bat his arm away. ]


Don't -- [ Fuck. Why that scar, why the hell that one, why the hell Maine, and Maine is faster and stronger and grabs onto his arm, keeps him in place, but Wash is still wide-eyed as he looks back at him. Pointedly tries to tug himself away again. ] Innies. Just a gunshot at a bad angle. Nothing special.
mirrortide: (007)

[personal profile] mirrortide 2017-04-30 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
"The Ba? Why would you want to-" Thankfully, Lapis has enough thought to stop herself from finishing that. Right. Made to order servants. Wow, that has to be totally awkward for Pearl, now that Lapis gives it any sort of thought.

"Nevermind. Maybe we'll figure something out while we're doing the other stuff?"
komarran: (oh fuck me there goes my career)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-04-30 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Because you are what Barrayar needs in the future. There's nothing for you to do at this point in time.
dendarii: (no shit)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-30 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ Miles flinches as if he'd been struck bodily. God, hadn't Gregor said much the same? Except with such horrible disappointment in his eyes, seeing what Miles had done...

He shakes his head sharply. ]


I've already fucked that up too badly to recover.
komarran: (gestures with drink)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-04-30 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
He's watching Kaidan intently, not only because of the entertainment, but to assess how much the man has picked up. The Cetagandas were subtle in many ways, but their primary concerns could be picked up easily. The nuances were more difficult to gather.

"So you noticed. They do have a rather... funny interest in all things genetic," he remarks blandly. "And they seem to have an entire lab up and running. Or at least, they were close to it when I left."
dendarii: (frail bones)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-30 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ He follows her, then, his footsteps nearly silent. ]

You've been hurt.
komarran: (are you serious lieutenant)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-04-30 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
Has your family disowned you since we last spoke? [ A dry question. Had the man truly placed that much stock in his position in Imperial Security that he was blind to all other value he held? ]
dendarii: (for real?)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-30 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Look. Miles might be a little overdramatic. ]

Well - no. Of course not. There are very few things they would even consider disowning me over.
dendarii: (solpadeine118)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-30 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fucking hell. Even having started things with Lakshmi, Wash's touch is like fire to him. And the mead in his system is not helping one bit. It's removed the barriers between his feelings and the world, with Wash caught in the middle. ]

But you don't want to because it will hurt me.