forbarrayar | [ april ii log: here's unbroken bone ]

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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!

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I'm asking because it matters to me.

[ Miles throws up his hands a little. ]

I'm not happy, all right? Is that what you wanted to hear?

I just wanted to ask, Miles.

[ Because it's an offer to listen. He knows there's -- not much he can do, other than that. Not much either of them can do. ]

Asking doesn't help. There's no outlet. I can only watch and hope to god I never encounter the man any closer than arm's length. Because at best he will hate me for being a mutant who dares pretend at being a soldier, despite the fact he's going to go on to murder most of my family.

[ He bites the words out so hard his teeth rattle. ]

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[ He listens, his expression quiet, lifting a hand after a while to curve it over Miles' arm, his grip firm. Trying to steady him, ground him to something at least. ]

You're holding together better than I would.

-- I'm sorry. [ For asking in the first place, maybe, knowing there was little he could do. For not being able to do more. ] It does matter, to me, but all I can do is this.

[ Ask and listen. Not the kind of outlet Miles is talking about, but an outlet nonetheless, maybe? He wants to help. But maybe he just can't, here. ]

[ Some of the anger goes out of him at that. He doesn't relax, exactly, but the initial heat of his emotions passes over him i a wave, leaving him still too hot but no longer burning up. ]

I'm not used to being completely unable to do anything. I can't even be stupid about it - I'd affect too much.

Being helpless was always the one thing I could never handle.

[ The breakout had been the worst, in so many ways. Barely able to pull himself together enough to comprehend that he was watching his friends tear themselves apart. Trapped there, with nothing he could do . . . And the years after. ]

But you're not entirely helpless, here. You're choosing to hold back, that's a choice you're making, with good reasons behind it. You're doing something, still.

[ He supposes that's true. There's nothing preventing him from marching out of camp - or smacking Yuri in the face. Save his damn stupid Barrayaran honor ... ]

It's not really a choice. I'm Vor, remember.

You chose not to be for a while.

[ Naismith and all that. ]

[ Miles just shakes his head. ]

Nasmith was ... a unique piece of my identity. Gone now, irrecoverable. And even then I'm not so sure he wasn't Vor in his own way.

[ Miles had, after all, come home. Despite everything. He could have fled with the Dendarii instead. ]

[ It is true that when it comes to the idea of being Vor, of being born into something like that, Wash is more than a little out of his depth. He's never experienced anything similar. The closest he has is his loyalty to the UNSC, and well, while he hasn't explicitly said that to Miles it shouldn't be too big of a surprise that he's effectively defected from it. Twice.

But well, he thinks he grasps parts of it. Maybe. ]

I think you could've gone back to it, if you really wanted to.

All of this, being Vor, your oaths and your honor, caring so much about a world that's made your life hell. Those are all choices. So natural and instinctive that you don't see them as choices, maybe, but still choices that you could turn your back on if you really, really wanted to.

[ Miles shakes his head harder. He can't see these things as choices. He just can't, dammit. Because if he thinks of them as choices, then he could have chosen otherwise - could have gone to any other planet. But ironically, being Vor doesn't mean as much if he chooses it. No, he has to live up to his blood, his family, his home. ]

I can't make those choices and go on living. Not in any recognizable state.

Because of how much you really, really don't want to.

Being Vor is something I'm not going to be able to understand, so maybe I'm just talking out of my ass. But there's very little actually stopping you from sticking a knife in Yuri's throat at first opportunity. [ Hm, well. ] Very little apart from me, I guess. And his guards.

[ Look his point still stands. ]

[ Don't fucking tempt him, Wash. He's holding himself quite far back from that particular precipice, but that hardly means you should push him. ]

Vor serve. We serve our planet in a myriad of ways. Varied, for all that Barrayar only seems to value certain kinds of service. Choice would - devalue it. Remove meaning.

[ How does he explain this? It's too hard to get at in exact terms, but ... ]

Have I ever told you about Silvy Vale?

[ He's not trying to push him, okay, but he keeps. Thinking about it. It's hard for him not to. It would be easy, or relatively easy, and if he did it Miles wouldn't have that hanging over his own head, and he does know better than that, thankfully. But god.

Despite the context this is being brought up in, Miles actually starting to explain something behind the idea of being Vor does immediately pique his interest, evident in the way he looks around at him, the way he starts to fit what he's hearing into place. He really would like to understand that better. ]

Doesn't ring a bell, no.

[ That's something, anyway. Miles is more willing to try if Wash is willing to listen. ]

Silvy Vale is a village in Vorkosigan's District. Up in the Dendarii mountains - not too far from here, in fact. When I was about twenty, my father sent me there to investigate and arbitrate a case of infanticide.

[ Miles' father conjures up a mental image now that he actually knows something about him from Byerly, as badly as Wash still feels about that. Admiral Aral Vorkosigan. He lingers on that a moment before he moves on -- a case of infanticide, eh. ]

Is there much room to arbitrate a thing like that?

There is, in fact. Infanticide being illegal but not fully stamped out in rural areas like that village. It is the traditional cure for birth defects.

[ Said with utter grim resolve. ]

I remember. Some cure, though.

[ With a certain bitterness to his tone. ]

At least there's some effort being made, I guess. [ That it's actually illegal is better than nothing, even if that kind of authority obviously doesn't reach very far. And at least people are apparently sent out there. ] How was the investigation, then?

It was already being phased out, but my father prioritized eradicating it.

[ For reasons that are, perhaps, obvious. Anyway. ]

It went well enough. I found the culprit and sentenced her to a life of exile. No one would acknowledge her in town save her daughter - the woman who'd come to my father for arbitration - and no one would be allowed to burn a death offering for her.

[ Sentenced to be a living ghost, basically. ]

[ From all he's learned about him, your father seems like an interesting guy, Miles. ]

I take it that's the usual punishment for that kind of thing. [ Though personally, for murder, Wash would probably have gone further. ]

Within range, yes. I was also within my rights to demand her execution. And there were other, milder options as well.

Father sent me there as his Voice - with all his authority as Count Vorkosigan. And I was the one who laid judgment.

[ Do you see the point he's driving at, yet? Aral is a man who wastes nothing, after all. ]

[ He doesn't quite. He understands the concept of acting with someone's authority by proxy, at least. Wash does pause for a moment, just to consider the situation, wonders briefly if his father had approved of his judgment, but just gestures for Miles to continue. ]

[ Miles nods, then. ]

The judgement was half of the point. The other half was who I am - a Vor with disabilities, with the Count's full support. Passing judgment on someone who killed someone like me. I had no choice in the circumstances of my birth - and that's the point.

[ He considers that in quiet, for a moment, nodding. He can understand Aral's purpose in that, in sending his son in particular. There's little choice in being born the way he was, but the idea of being born Vor -- still escapes him. The choice in that, in what to do with one's life, has always been something that Wash valued. Having no choice but to serve, to him, seems to be what would devalue it. Someone choosing to serve just means more to him than someone having to.

But he can understand how important it is to Miles, at least. The conviction in his voice, that look in his eyes whenever he swears an oath. That part he can see clearly enough. No choice in his honor, huh. ]

Aral seems an interesting man. [ . . . Did Miles ever tell him his father's name? Probably not. Probably not an important slip, but one Wash absolutely does not notice right now, anyway. ] The idea of being Vor is still -- difficult, for me to grasp. But I can see how much it means to you.

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