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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!
vorbratta: (around you for a bit)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-04-22 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia's almost dizzy with adrenaline, her chest tight around every breath, but her legs are long enough that she's able to keep pace even though she can feel a cold sweat breaking out all over. She's had plenty of touch-and-go moments in the war, plenty of times when she was terrified, but never anything like this. She's so tense she can hardly stand it, so in a way she's glad she has a reason to keep moving, keep driving on.

Byerly's hand on her arm is all the assurance she needs and she feels almost sick with relief, swallowing and she jerks her head in a nod, mostly to herself. Good. Thank God. God. This means that not all is lost. She blinks back the sting of tears and doesn't slow down. But it's so strange to see him like this. She's never seen him anything like this.

"How are we getting out of here?" It just comes out as a hitched breath. She knows there's no time to talk, but everything's so damn tense, and she can't help herself.
dendarii: (034)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-22 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
Indeed. Please take care of yourself too, Wash.
protocol: (► but before we get out of our club)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-22 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Another soft sound, amused but appreciative, just tipping his head back again. ]

I'm bad at that. [ At least he's aware of it. ] Too much else to worry about.
dendarii: (pls)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-22 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Miles leans against him a little more in response. ]

Do we need another anti-suicide pact?
protocol: (► flabby beer pathetic lot)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-22 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ A slight smile, just the smallest quirk of his lips, but what's there is soft. Tender. ]

Probably wouldn't hurt.

Might start losing track of the promises at this rate, though.
vorrutyer: (what a shitty grin)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-22 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
Oh?

[ His lips curl up. He can't help but be charmed. ]

And what do you expect them to do?
standsentinel: (starfield)

Kaidan Alenko | Cetaganda / Village / SPAAAAACE

[personal profile] standsentinel 2017-04-22 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
a. Riverfall Village:

To say that Cetagandan visitors, or their outsider affiliates are not particularly welcome in the village is to say that water is wet, the sun is hot, and that the native vegetation is noxious. Nevertheless, the fact that members of the resistance are known to pass through is reason enough for Kaidan to insist on making himself helpful, even without the not so veiled boyscout tendencies in his nature.

He's gotten a wide range of denials, in a wide range of hostility levels, but one soul with an acerbic sense of humour has finally given him something to do. The metaphors inherant in handing one of the scrubbed clean faces of the Cetagandan contingent a pitchfork and pointing them at an empty cart and an over-full manure pile are not exactly the subtle stuff of moon poetry contests, and there's a little appreciation beneath Kaidan's saturnine expression as he rolls up his sleeves and gets to work. A very, very little bit of appreciation. Very.

b. SPAAAAACE:

The engine noise is alien, and even without his implant's failed state he knows there would be no subtle interplay between his biotics and an eezo drive core here... but Kaidan Alenko is looking more at home aboard this small craft than he's been with an entire base and planet at his disposal. There are scents and sounds that are universal to human spaceflight, and beyond all of them, out the viewing port in the tiny crew's mess, there is The View. He can be found there during the off hours with an introspective look, when science has to subordinate itself to the reality of in-system travel time and when the limited work space has been co-opted by another of the science crew.

c. Flower Viewing:

Another day, another party, and while Kaidan has once again assented to wearing Cetagandan party dress, still in subtle shades of blues that the ghem ladies have apparently decided are his aesthetic, he's waved off any attempts to suggest perfumes or other possible migraine hazards with wry apology. This attempt to avoid finishing the evening in the fetal position is probably also why he's facing the combined genetic pageantry of the event with nothing harder in the glass in his hand than some fruit juice, lightly carbonated.

He still looks like he's got a slight headache all the same, but this one's likely from trying to follow the ghem-versation about floral signifiers he's just politely extricated himself from. Signifiers or no, the centrepiece of the exhibition is impressive. The man and his robes opt to amble over for a closer look instead.

d. Wildcard: Around the base, out at the village or anywhere else, if you've got an idea go for it!

Edited 2017-04-22 03:12 (UTC)
durango: (listening)

[personal profile] durango 2017-04-22 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
[She considers the question seriously. Part of the problem is, she doesn't know what to expect. They won't outright torture him, she doesn't think - too barbaric. As would be an execution. Experimentation, however.... except she doesn't care to mention that out loud, not with the guards so near.]

An interrogation, at the very least.
vorrutyer: (warmth)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-22 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Hm. [ His eyes crinkle. ] Concern like that is beyond kind. But babbling under the influence of mind-altering drugs is what I like to call "an average weekday night in the life of Byerly Vorrutyer." I'll do all right.

But come, my dear. Please. Sit.
latkje: (liii.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-04-22 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nash has finally fully recovered from his bout with the flu, and so has returned to guard duty these past few weeks. It's at least something here that feels familiar. He doesn't know if he likes feeling familiar, but, well, it's better than not feeling anything. Even at war.

When Lakshmi calls to him he makes his way over with his usual unsoldierly gait, his hands almost in his front pockets. But when he sees her call for silence he freezes abruptly with his hand on the hilt of his sword. He trusts her competence enough even from the brief encounters to follow her lead, though he doesn't yet know what she's heard or seen. ]
shri: (» the future runs through our bones)

[personal profile] shri 2017-04-22 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ She shakes her head at him briefly, when he draws his weapon, but rather she gestures him to follow her as she creeps closer to the tent flap, when she hears Piotr's voice raise. ]

"I know things have gotten desperate, Vorkosigan," [ she frowns a little, doesn't know that voice. ] "but don't you think you've taken this a bit far?"

[ She stays perfectly still, listening as he and - she definitely recongizes Piotr's voice, as they begin to argue over them. ]
dendarii: (solpadeine110)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-22 10:59 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe we should just look out for each other in general and be done with it.
protocol: (► baby i master dominate excluded)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-22 11:03 am (UTC)(link)
Thought you liked oaths and promises, Vorkosigan.
durango: (serious)

[personal profile] durango 2017-04-22 11:38 am (UTC)(link)
Even if it weren't for her own missing senses, Deanna would be watching the gene therapy trials very closely - it's hard to ignore her Human half's suspicion of genetic manipulation. Hundreds of years later and the Eugenics Wars still leave their scars on humanity.

Lapis' migraines, she's noticed, have become more frequent since the last round of trials, so this evening, she offers to help. "Perhaps we can find some medicine in the labs?"
durango: (do you think that's wise?)

[personal profile] durango 2017-04-22 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Deanna does as he asks, pulling up a chair next to his cell.]

I'm still going to worry, you know.

[She glances over at the guards then smiles warily at him.]

I don't think it's any secret that I don't trust the Lady Diya.
vorrutyer: (haughty (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-22 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hm? What does Diya have to do with it? It'll be Zahal that deals with all this... ]

No. You seem too intelligent for that. But truly - don't worry. I'll simply be interrogated and then executed. Nothing alarming.
dendarii: (good point)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-22 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, yes. Of course I do. But this is getting a bit ridiculous.
durango: (serious)

[personal profile] durango 2017-04-22 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Perhaos nothing, but it is Diya with whom Deanna interacts the most and who gave Deanna her first impression of the Cetagandans.

She frowns, unsure of how serious he is.]


If that is meant as a joke, I don't find it funny.

[And if it's not... Well, Byerly, you've just found yourself an advocate.]
protocol: (► costs!)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-22 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Entangled.

[ That's the word Miles keeps using, isn't it? He shrugs a little. ]

I don't mind it so much.
vorrutyer: (hmmmmm not bad)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-22 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, I don't find it terribly funny myself.

[ A casual shrug. ]

But of course they will not suffer a traitor such as myself to live. You don't think they're that soft, do you?
durango: (no)

[personal profile] durango 2017-04-22 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[She stiffens, the color draining from her face. Unfunny of a joke as it might be, it still would have been preferable as just that: a joke.]

It's not softness - We abandoned that practice long ago. Cruelty does not equal strength.

[She leans in closer.]

Is there nothing we can do to stop it?
Edited 2017-04-22 13:52 (UTC)
dendarii: (cunning plan)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-22 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Miles flushes a bit at that. Well - it's his own word, isn't it? ]

Then we can swear if you like. I don't mind.
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-22 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His smile turns a little curious. She could be a Betan, couldn't she? It does seem quaint and soft to a Barrayaran - but Byerly, secretly, likes softness. ]

Nothing that you'd be willing to do. Not if you have loyalty to them.
protocol: (► so go home in a six pack up yours)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-22 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oaths and honor ultimately mean very little, to Wash. Just a different kind of promise, and those can always, always be broken -- but he's always appreciated the sentiment, the intent behind a gesture. He's lost a lot of people, has left just as many people behind, has had so many people leave him behind, too, no matter what promises are made between them -- but in the meanwhile, before that inevitably happens. It's always nice to pretend, for a while. Always nice to know that in those moments at least the intent is genuine, even if it changes.

It's maybe a terribly pessimistic view to take, but that's Wash, for you. He still finds genuine comfort in it. Just teasing a little, he can hardly help it especially with that blushing; ]


I thought you said it was getting ridiculous.
vorrutyer: (explaining everything (badly))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-22 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Questions for you, or for her?" Byerly asks, stretching out his legs and crossing them at the knee and slouching even further. Next to Tarn's upright stiffness, Byerly looks even more remarkably disreputable than usual. Somehow he manages to make the fresh fatigues look rumpled.

"Can we ask those? Probably better if we don't," he says in an aside to Tarn. "Though I know what a curious little bean you tend to be, you sweet little thing."