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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!
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[personal profile] standsentinel 2017-04-25 11:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Guess I need to work on my timing," Kaidan says with an amused snort. His expression returns to looking fixed as taking a breath on the heels of it reveals new and terrifying perfumes from the pile, where his pitchfork has just uncovered a mummified rodent whose tunnelling skills were not, it appears, up to par. He nods brief thanks at the sight of Wash and his own pitchfork, and returns to the slow routine of filling the cart.

"What the hell the Cetagandans are doing, for one," he opens with. "Yeah, Zahal's running a small base on the frontier, but they seem to be ignoring the non-combat locals as much as they ignore their own non-aristocracy. While running a bse with a big research lab tacked on to it. Are they? Or have there been disappearances?"
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-25 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"You might've had an easier time getting along with the locals before recent events," Wash answers, not without amusement in his tone, but it's -- wry, terribly so. Sonia, Kaidan must've seen Sonia being brought in. He has news enough from Natasha and Byerly, but it wouldn't hurt to hear a little more, if he can.

"The research labs seem to come with the territory, with Cetaganda. Far as I can tell they'd try to stuff an entire operational gene lab in a bug-out bag." Conversational, light, working alongside Kaidan in filling the cart and pointedly standing at an angle so as to avoid, ah, crossfire. Wash is comfortable with sharing some of what he's learned, as long as it doesn't stray too far from the kinds of things any soldier would talk to someone in the barracks about. "They've control of most of the planet, so civilian population probably doesn't register as much of a problem to Zahal. This holdout has been a particularly stubborn one -- an eyesore to him, by now."
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[personal profile] standsentinel 2017-04-25 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"And long may they hold," is Kaidan's opinion of the village's tenacity. For all that he's playing things close to the vest, he's clearly no Cetagandan apologist. "How do you find them?" he wonders, with a lift of his chin that takes in Riverfall and its' surroundings. "I guess that's what I really want to know. Who these people are, beyond just pawns on a board two generals are playing."

The cart, now with double the manpower devoted to filling it, creaks gently as it settles more heavily onto its axles.
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-25 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hardy. Stubborn, beyond a shadow of a doubt. Even without the invasion they ended up in hell, and with no option to run they just somehow managed to make it their home -- a home they'll fight and die for." Wash has no personal loyalty, no personal love for Barrayar, not like Miles or any other Barrayaran he's spoken to here, but he does admire their tenacity, has found himself throwing his lot in with their cause more than anything else. "Just barely reconnecting to the greater Nexus. If it weren't for this war, I'm sure they'd have made a lot more progress in clawing their way back to the galactic stage."

A pause in the work, just to check briefly on the cart when he hears that slight creak. Seems fine for more. Never hurts to be sure, though, and he turns back to Kaidan as he drives the pitchfork back into the pile to heft yet more up onto the cart.

"Pawns on a board, but the generals are just parts on a different board, too, aren't they?" Such is war. Maybe more true of Zahal than Piotr, hell if Piotr is just some simple pawn, but he's still a smaller part of the greater war, and Zahal. Zahal is under the haut.
Edited 2017-04-25 22:45 (UTC)
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[personal profile] standsentinel 2017-04-27 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Everyone has their orders," Kaidan agrees, and, after surveying the state of the cart, hops up on one of the wheels to try and get the pile of manure now on board distributed a little more evenly. He attempts to dodge any additions from Wash.

"If they come from up high enough, it's easier for the people giving them to forget what it's like on the ground. What the consequences are."
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-27 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
He'll wait a bit to add any more. No need to dodge, Kaidan.

"Isn't that how it always is?" A bit of a laugh there, dry. "Constants between different worlds. There's always a war, and always people on the ground suffering along the lines some higher-ups draw along a map."

Kaidan's a soldier, right? Doesn't think he ever got a rank off of him, but he can see it in him easily. Military knows military.
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[personal profile] standsentinel 2017-04-27 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Not always... but often enough that you learn to watch for it," says Kaidan, frowning slightly as he realizes that, in order to properly balance the manure, he's going to have to abandon the safety of the wheel and actually step onto the cart proper. He pauses, heaves a sigh, and then grimly gets down to it.

One boot naturally ends up with a fresh paint job, despite his best efforts. He looks still more grim, but repositions and gets down to the business of cow shit redistribution.

"If you've got the rank, you try to make the right calls to minimize the suffering. If you don't... you get on the ground and do what you can to try and fix things for the people in the middle." Which is, after all, what he's trying to do.
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-27 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
Wash might have a more cynical view of the military than most, given how he's been treated by it, given what he's personally gotten out of it. Still, though, the corner of his mouth quirks up slightly as he watches Kaidan reluctantly move onto the cart.

"Sometimes that suffering's part of it, though. Acceptable losses. I was never good with that." Hated losing people. Assaulted a CO instead of leading a platoon into certain death, that kind of thing. He leans against the pitchfork as he watches Kaidan work, and he would help, honestly, but he doubts getting up there himself would actually help the task much. "I think it was what made me a bad officer, in the brass' eyes."
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[personal profile] standsentinel 2017-04-29 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd rather have someone who's struggling with the concept of acceptable losses than someone who's forgotten that struggle ever existed," says Kaidan with a bit of irritated philosophizing that suggests this is an argument he's made before. He picks his manure drop-points with care, and then even more care as the cart shifts beneath him.

Regaining his balance by stabbing the pitchfork into the pile on the cart and gripping it until the rig settles again, he opines that "Senior staff worth serving under will help their junior officers learn how to make those hard calls while keeping their humanity. I've been lucky to have some damned fine commanding officers, and I've tried to carry that forward with my own trainees."
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-29 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
Heh. That tone of voice is familiar to him, the voice of someone who's had that debate a few times before. He can see it in him when he talks, military, an officer, not without frustration with the institution he serves but still with pride in his service, and he can't help but smile a little at it. It's, ah. Nostalgic? He used to be like that too, and now. Now that feels like a different lifetime.

"Sounds like you're the kind of CO I'd have been proud to serve under, Alenko." His voice is warm, genuine. He's had a lot of fucking piece of shit COs in his life, and it's led him to be more than a little naturally cynical of the good ol' chain of command, but really, maybe it was all just luck of the draw. He moves a hand to help steady the cart as it shifts, leaving the pitchfork standing nearby as he braces both his hands against it. He'd ask for his rank, but Wash knows that'll result in that same question being asked in turn, and he might not really want to answer that. He'd like to avoid lying, he likes Kaidan well enough.

A slight pause, then, curious, probing. Listening for how he'd answer, if he'd dodge. "The Cetagandans were keen on figuring out the anomaly, when I was back there. Think they'll find you a way to your outfit?"
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[personal profile] standsentinel 2017-05-02 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Well shit, now you're going to make me blush," says Kaidan in grinning response to the compliment, albeit with a nod that says he appreciates hearing it, for all the reflexive humour is as ingrained military as the way he holds himself. Further squelching sounds later, he's found a secure spot on the cart again, and is measuring the load against what he assumes a horse can pull.

"But I'm thinking... yeah. It'll be Betan brains that pull it off, not Cetagandan ones, but I'm feeling hopeful. Sure, it'll be a can of worms, but I've got people counting on me. I imagine you do too."
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-02 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
The Betan would be Micah, of course, the doctor they'd failed to rescue back in Vorkosigan Vashnoi. That loss still hurts, Wash and Miles had spent hours just wandering lost in the city, not to mention everything else that became of that clusterfuck of a mission when Wash had let his own frustration go out of hand. No surprise to hear that the doctor's been cooperating with the Cetagandans, at least that ensures their safety, for now. But this is something he's curious about, though, something he'd like to press.

"Yeah. Of course I do." People in a fairly perilous position counting on him, actually, and yet. He watches Kaidan carefully, out of the corner of his eye. "I'm just not sure that it'd be worth the Cetagandans having that kind of tech."
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[personal profile] standsentinel 2017-05-02 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
"A thought that's had me up at night myself," Kaidan admits, and all the moreso because his team was successful at retrieving the scientist. Deciding the manure's as shifted as it's going to get without overburdening the literal source of horsepower currently snoozing in a nearby paddock, he hops down from the cart and sticks his pitchfork back in the remaining pile. (There's at least a few more cart loads.)

"Honestly, though?" he continues. "They already have the tech -- the galactic community at large here manages their interstellar travel by intentionally folding ships through weak points in spacetime, which is just... insane. Everything that Micah's working on is rooted in modifying existing tech. What's up for contention is control of Barrayar's planetary space, the same thing that's been up for grabs this whole war of theirs. No access to the collapsed wormhole, no trips to other realities."
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-02 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
A nod. Interesting to hear that's been on Kaidan's mind. That's something he'd worried about, too, Cetaganda getting access to his world's jump technology in specific, just because it's not quite as advanced here as it is in his own world. Kaidan's is apparently different, too. He does know that the Cetagandans had been very interested in his neural implant, specifically in relation to astrogation technology.

"Where I come from, we create the wormholes. Not limited to fixed existing weak points like they are here." A pause, because really, while that is a concern, there's something else he's very specifically worried about, too. "But I worry more about what happens when the Cetaganda doesn't just get access to that tech, in specific. More like what happens when they can open wormholes to different worlds."

He doesn't say why, wants to hear what Kaidan would say of it. Wash is worried about a hundred things, about the possibility of the Empire trying to take their expansionist ambitions past this world alone, of the possibility of them learning things from tech from other worlds and bringing it to their campaign here. In particular, where he thinks the wormhole back to his world would open up is. Especially problematic.