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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!
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-24 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's Princess Olivia Vorbarra she's talking about," Byerly explains to Tarn as an aside, picking up the task of being the helpful native interpreter. "Terrifying woman. Like a clone of Vorkosigan - though quite a lot prettier. Really quite stunning - though certainly not the prettiest brunette I've met lately."

He shoots Tarn another lascivious wink.
sparkwhisperer: (human 13)

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-04-25 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Rolling his eyes, Tarn tries to ignore the comment, though his fists clench in his lap.

"The Princess Oliva, then. Would she be a better Target? It certainly seems as if she's present and more than capable of making hasty decisions on behalf of her sister. Perhaps we could force her hand if she thought it might save Princess Sonia's life."
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[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-04-26 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
"You mean I'm not the prettiest?" Sonia demands uninvited with a pout, all under that glossy haze of the fast-penta that makes it all seem so very off. Ghem-Yulang, looking a little exasperated, motions for her to stop, but Sonia keeps talking.

"You have it all wrong anyway. For one, she's a Countess now. And my sister isn't going to go hare off and do something stupid. That's something I'd do." A giggle escapes her. "And you make the mistake of thinking that she'd go behind Count Piotr's back like that. I don't think you get it. They're partners." The word comes out sing-song, all crystal cheer. "Nobody believes it because it's Barrayar, and I think sometimes even Count Piotr doesn't want to admit it. But my sister is brilliant. And he knows it. And if anyone's making the decisions about me, it's Olivia. Count Piotr always lets her handle that. I suppose," she says, suddenly sighing and drooping in her chair, "they still think of me as a child. Someone to be handled. What do I have to do to prove I'm an adult around here?"

"Stop," ghem-Yulang says, and Sonia's would-be whine tirade abruptly comes to a stop. The ghem-major looks over at Tarn and Byerly, lips pursed. "You do understand that the Princess's life is not under threat at the moment. That isn't part of ghem-General Zefyst's current plan."

"No, that would be stupid," Sonia laughs, apparently unable to keep quiet for long. "All that would do is piss them off, and if you killed me, you wouldn't have anything to bargain with at all, just a really, really pissed off Count and Countess with fresh motivation. If you killed me, you'd just be fueling the fire. You'd make a martyr out of me." She lets out a disjointed laugh. "I'm good for morale, you know. And Piotr Vorkosigan will call your bluff every time, but you'll never call his."
vorrutyer: (attentive)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-27 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"That seems true indeed," Byerly sighs windily. He feels a little better after that firm statement that Sonia won't be killed - but only a little, because of that one little word. His current plan. Meaning, what, that might change in the future? By thinks uneasily of that murdered, scorched target on the practice range. Just how furious is the ghem-General...?

"This is the problem with the Vor class," he says irritably. "We're all expected by the rest of the Vor to cheerfully lay down our lives for the sake of this damned planet and our idiot Emperor. Vor hostages are no good as bargaining chips."
sparkwhisperer: (human 5)

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-04-27 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Tarn huffs quietly. This isn't at all how he would handle this. Surely they would be getting somewhere if his reputation held any merit here. Nobody would chance leaving thier loved one to the mercy of the DJD

"Very well. How would you recommend getting results, Vorrutyer?" Tarn asks sweetly, a tight smile stretching his lips as he suppresses an irritable twitch in his left eye. "Perhaps we ask politely?"
vorbratta: (tonight you're giving up)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-04-28 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps," ghem-Yulang says curtly and pointedly, "we should continue with the interrogation."

"Grandfather isn't an idiot," Sonia is saying with that stupid, dreamy smile, though her voice is faintly impassioned behind the fast-penta haze. She looks pointedly at Tarn. "He's smarter than everyone in this room. And that's why it won't work."

She sits back loosely in her chair as though she's made some cogent point. Ghem-Yulang, looking more irritated at the Princess now than his putative co-interrogators, holds up a hand again. As though she's been trained, Sonia stops talking.

"Tell me about Vorkosigan's operations," he says, tenting his fingers. "We know he's got something in the works. What is he planning? What are his goals?"

"Oh, they don't tell me anything," Sonia laughs cheerfully, flapping a limp hand. "Not anything like that, anyway. All I know is gossip. But some of it is really good gossip."

Ghem-Yulang ignores this. "How many people are under his command?"

"Oh, barely a hundred now," she chirps, as though the semi-decimation of their camp were a fun topic. "You weren't the only ones who got hit hard with the flu, you know. I got sick." She sags in the chair, brow furrowing. "It was awful. And we didn't have any analgesics or anything like you did." She pouts at ghem-Yulang childishly. "And Olivia...oh, I was really worried she might really not make it for a while. She looked so gray. You know that look, like they're already almost dead? One foot in the grave, isn't that the saying?"

The ghem-major ignores this, interrupting her. "How many exotics?"

"You mean outsiders? Exotics is such a rude word. Twelve, unless any more of them have dropped out of the sky in the last two weeks." She looks at Byerly with that utterly vapid look, blinking, and then she smiles at him, as though he'd suddenly given her encouragement to keep talking. "Byerly wasn't the only Barrayaran, either. There's Miles, too. And Duv is from Komarr -- oh, but you had him first, didn't you?" She giggles faintly. "You already know."
vorrutyer: (confused)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-28 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Ugh and ugh," Byerly pronounces. "The Komarran is some sentimental fool - you know he let himself be captured? Or at least didn't seem terribly torn up about it, in spite of the torture. Apparently he wanted to fight and hurt for a losing cause. And that Miles is a creepy little mutant." By shakes his head and sighs. "Quite foul. Fortunately, most of us Barrayarans are handsome."

Another wink at Tarn.
Edited 2017-04-28 03:47 (UTC)
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[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?"
vorbratta: (my heart is skipping triplets)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-04-29 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia looks directly at Tarn, and for a moment, when she blinks, her eyes seem clear, her gaze intent, but in the next moment the glazed expression has slid back into place and she giggles inappropriately.

"No one ever asks what I think. But I think this is all a big mess of politics you don't understand. You couldn't possibly. But your threats? Absolutely wasted, yes. I told Natalia on you, you know. I think," she says, her voice going sing-song again, "that you are going to be very sorry you ever hit me. Or threatened my people. Or Miles."

And then she frowns at Byerly, more of a glassy-eyed pout. "Don't you be so mean about Miles. He's twice the man you are. He's important."

She proclaims this with some kind of note of pride, and ghem-Yulang glances at both Byerly and Tarn with a frown before he looks back at his charge. "The other Barrayaran? What makes him so important? I was given to understand that you people don't care much for your mutants."

"I care for him," Sonia says, but the indignation is conspicuously missing. She sighs, her head rolling back against the back of the chair. She stares dreamily at the ceiling. "He's my nephew. Of course I care for him."
vorrutyer: (annoyed and/or stressed)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-29 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
All right. It's out, then, or coming out. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, By thinks: it's out while he's here and can work on countering it. "Your nephew?" By asks, his brow crinkling incredulously. "Well, that's the oddest damned lie I've ever heard a man use to get into someone's pants."

And then, as an aside to ghem-Yulang, By goes on, "The man I met back at the Barrayaran camp - he's a compulsive liar, I fancy. He told all sorts of tall tales - one of them was that he was pretending to be a time traveler. I guess he heard the exotics' stories and decided to make himself even more interesting. Damned idiot thing to do, in my opinion."
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-01 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
Tarn smiles at Sonia, clearly uncaring of her shallow threat. He can handle Natasha and anything that she may bring.

"I was told the same story in a desperate attempt to take the Princess' place in captivity. Perhaps there's some truth worth following up on..."

Time traveling certainly isn't out of the realm of possibility. Especially considering Tarn's current species change-- Is a bit of trip through time and space really so odd?
Edited (totally left out the first bit of this tag ) 2017-05-01 02:00 (UTC)
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[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-05 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't be disgusting, Byerly," Sonia says with a dissonant, glassy smile. "Miles didn't want to get into my pants. Tucker did."

She giggles outrageously and opens her mouth to elaborate, but ghem-Yulang swiftly cuts her off, glancing at Byerly and Tarn with a discriminating look. "I'd rather not discount it out of hand. Given what Doctor Niadem has uncovered in their research, it isn't entirely out of the question. I think it's worth following up on."

He turns back to the Princess, who's already opening her mouth to speak again, apparently very keen on sharing further details, but he curtly asks, "Tell me about this Miles. What does he know of the future of this war? Has he been aiding Vorkosigan?"

Sonia erupts into another bout of rather unhelpful giggles, hands to her mouth, although she's swaying slightly in her chair. "Oh, God, no. It's a secret. Count Piotr's the last person allowed to know. He'd kill Miles if he knew he had a mutant for a grandson..." She beams brilliantly at all three of them. "Did you know I have a grandson, too? Miles told me. I didn't want to know his name or any details, but Miles said he's a good man. That's enough for me." She lets out a sigh, and ghem-Yulang rolls his eyes slightly before prodding her along.

"Has he shared any knowledge of the outcome of the war?"

Sonia just shrugs at that. "I don't know. I didn't ask. I don't want to know. People always think they want to know their future, but really, it's a terrible thing. Why would you want to know what happens before it happens? Then you'd just spend your whole life waiting for it to happen...how miserable."