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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: (explaining everything (badly))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-27 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
I fear not.

[ He spreads a hand over his heart. ]

The closest thing we Barrayarans have to a religion is a sort of ancestor worship, which I have always found to be - hm. Unpalatably rustic. So I fear that voices are things I hear only under the influence of hallucinogens.
latkje: (lxi.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-04-27 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ We Barrayarans? Hmmm. He doesn't act like it, but then, Nash has only met the soldiers and the rustics. ]

Me, I haven't been blessed with unblinking faith. But I'm sure as hell that Harmonian priests exist, and that makes a fine enough substitute.
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-27 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Oh?

[ A quirk of the eyebrow. ]

So are you one of those religious-under-pain-of-punishment sorts?
latkje: (lviii.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-04-27 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He shrugs, and sits down on the things that he was carrying. ]

Our religion is more ritual than belief. But the priests control the army, and many of them are good at it.

[ He adds, more brightly: ] My name's Nash, by the way. [ No last name. ]
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-27 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The lack of last name in the introduction is, indeed, noted, and it is analyzed. Byerly considers the possible reasons that Nash wouldn't have given a last name and determines that they are, in descending order of likelihood: that he's a casual sort of person; that he comes from a culture that doesn't use last names; that he's hiding something; that he is from a culture that does have last names, but he is not of a social class that gets them. (The last is the least likely because the fellow seems a bit too eloquent to be a lower-order prole, and because the wormhole seems to take pleasure in spitting out people who have quite a lot of secrets, a fact that gives Byerly quite a lot of pleasure in turn.) ]

Byerly Vorrutyer.

[ He bows, though he peers up at Nash from under his lashes, curious if that'll get any reaction. By is not the highest-profile traitor to the Barrayarans, but they've probably been cursing his name around camp. It'd be flattering, he thinks, if Nash has heard of him. ]

For our part, here on this planet, our nobility control the army, and many of them are good at it. Yet even so, I think we should let people who like the army go into the army, and let priests be priests and nobles be nobles. But, well, no one ever listens to me.
latkje: (xi.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-04-27 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He closes his eyes as if he's thinking, and then shakes his head. ] A world where everyone is just one thing? Doesn't sound very interesting.

[ Nash's expression is one of schooled insouciance, so Byerly doesn't get the pleasure of startled recognition. ]

So you're the traitor everyone's been whispering about. [ A bit of a rueful frown. ] The soldiers are going to think I'm even more suspicious, now. [ Not that he'd actually done anything. Just being an outsider was enough. ]
vorrutyer: (oh hello)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-27 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Damn, no, he was definitely hoping for something more dramatic than that. Pity. ]

Ah. Oh dear. Well, if you'd like, we can playact something reasonably convincing. You can pretend to chase me across the village - take that, villain - I can pretend to escape by the skin of my teeth...Which is a very generous offer on my part; it's such a warm day that I might actually end up breaking a sweat, which is a thing I despise. But I am, if nothing else, benevolent. - You might like things better amongst the Cetagandans, by the by. They adore their outsiders.
latkje: (xv.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-04-27 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Nash considers. He could try to capture Byerly without his cooperation. But they haven't let him have weapons, and so he doesn't like his chances. No— he'll have to use his words.]

Maybe later. I just sat down, y'know. And, now that you mention it, it is hot.

[ He makes a gesture of defeat, and then considers the rest of it. Despite having no real reason to be loyal to Barrayar, he'd never thought about switching sides. Which was as good a definition of patriotism as any: clinging blindly to wherever you happened to begin. He hadn't seen much of Cetaganda, and what he had seen so far had utterly bewildered him. But he rather doubted the lot of outsiders was so much better there, especially since quite a few had deserted, from what he'd picked up on. But Byerly wasn't an outsider— he still called the Cetagandans "they", rather than "we". ]

Do you think the Cetagandans are going to win?

[ In his experience, that was why most people defected. ]
vorrutyer: (explaining everything (badly))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-28 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ A short laugh. ]

Well. The Cetagandans have energy weapons, interstellar travel, and most of the planet's civilized territory. The Barrayarans have rather dull swords and a firm policy of not educating their women or their lower classes. So. Yes. My money is on the one rather than the other.
latkje: (xxviii.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-04-28 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He still doesn't understand what energy weapons are, but makes a note to investigate that later. ]

And I take it you don't see the romance in fighting for the doomed underdogs? [ From what he had heard, plenty of outsiders did. Nash could see the appeal, too, but it had never stopped him from pledging fealty to the evil empire. ]
vorrutyer: (staring at the heavens)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-28 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Not as such.

[ He sighs and stretches out in the sunshine, tilting his face to gather up a bit more of it. ]

And what about you? A romantic? I see you out here building homes - sweet and heroic, that - but I don't quite see you with...Well, you're probably too new to get a sword; I suppose that they'd supply you with a club, or a heavy rock. Are you quite committed to the Barrayaran cause?
latkje: (xvi.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-04-28 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That gets a raised eyebrow. ] Me? I'm just an innocent bystander. [ He really had avoided the oaths that seemed extremely fashionable among the Barrayaran military, though he suspected he couldn't continue this quasi-neutrality for much longer. ]

[ And then he unraises the eyebrow. ] But you're right. I don't like swords.
vorrutyer: (satisfied (but smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-28 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Byerly's lips crook with a fond sort of irony. Innocent bystander. Sure. The funny thing about the self-proclaimed innocent bystanders in By's experience was that you could always move them into decidedly non-innocent action. You just needed to figure out the handle you might have on them. In the case of his dear cousin Ivan, that handle was a sense of duty and honor. Impossibly Vorish, Ivan always was. In the case of this Nash - hm. It's an interesting question. By wishes he had a bit more time to figure it out. ]

What is your weapon of choice, then, dear creature?
latkje: (lv.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-04-30 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He smiles, opening his hands as if to suggest he is an open book. A joke. ]

Well, my whistling's been known to drive people mad. [ A pause. ] In truth, I like to use my words.
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-30 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Words as a weapon.

[ He says that musingly, like it's a foreign concept to him. As if he doesn't live every day steeped in the damage that words can do. ]

I suppose that makes you either a general of a grand army, a diplomat, a rumor-monger, or a very bad poet.
latkje: (xxvii.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-02 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
Somewhere between two and three. [ He makes a gesture with two fingers moving back and forth. ] But I think I could make a truly terrible poet if I put my mind to it.

What about you? If swords are too dull, a knife to the back seems too obvious.
vorrutyer: (explaining everything (badly))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-02 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
And not my style in the least. I'm really quite bad at murder - blood makes me faint - hence why I've tried to leave Barrayar behind. No, my weapon of choice is wine. A double-edged sword, that.
latkje: (lviii.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-08 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
Many would call that cowardice. [ He lets that linger for a second, but continues. ] I think it probably depends on what you see when you're drunk.
vorrutyer: (haughty (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-19 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
What I see when I'm drunk...

[ He lets out a long sigh, waving a stray insect away from his face. ]

Well. When I'm drunk, I see a potential friend. And when potential friends are drunk, they see the same in me. Wine, after all, typically leads to people linking arms and sobbing about their love for one another. A suitable weapon for a man who dreads violence.
latkje: (Default)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-19 09:42 am (UTC)(link)
You and I must not go to the same bars. [ Military bars, you know, lots of fighting. ] Yours seem more fun.
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-19 11:13 am (UTC)(link)
Oh? [ He spreads his hands, smiling faintly. ] Get challenged to a lot of fights?
latkje: (lxxiii.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-19 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course not. [ And this was true, though maybe it wouldn't have been if he had stuck around in Zexen. ] I prefer to watch.
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-20 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, a voyeur. Well, that can be sexy too. Still, preferences don't always line up with reality.
latkje: (lv.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-21 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
Of course not. [ His tone is affable. ] But neither do perceptions, do they?
vorrutyer: (world-weary (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-21 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
No, no.

[ He matches tone for tone, his voice curling with wry amusement. ]

They most certainly don't. Particularly perceptions of people - every person in the world, after all, wants to be perceived a certain way, and they work at it. But that image rarely lines up with their true inner self.

[ Byerly smiles over at Nash. ]

You, for example...I know what I see when I look at you. But I also know that every person is a bit of a liar. So it's a grand sort of mystery, wondering - what do I see that's really you, and what's just an act?

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