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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!
latkje: (lviii.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-12 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her anger is obvious, so he wonders. Is this the cause she was talking about? The one thing she'd dedicated her heart to? Or just something that had kept her from whatever it was she wanted. Circle knows you don't need to be personally affected to be offended by needless bloodshed. But he wonders. ]

I'd consider myself luckier if she didn't drag me into it.

[ His tone is level, but maybe a bit mocking. ]
shri: (» but now the odds now)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-12 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ That makes her recoil, utterly, like he was hot coals in her hand that singed her for the mistake of broaching them. ]

You allied with one of them?
latkje: (lxxv.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-12 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ He grins, even steps forward a bit. ]

She literally dragged me, and left me bleeding in a ditch after we killed the other vampire, and all the other things he'd created.

[ But he doesn't regret it. Well... Most of the time. ]
shri: (» the gravel and the stone)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-12 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ For her, she can't seperate the notion. There is no befriending such creatures, not until it has all been righted, not until that blood, that suffering, is paid in due course for what had been taken from her. No humour even as he tells his story in mirth and her fingers grip at her side. ]

So they are still monsters?
latkje: (xii.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-12 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
Of course. But so are people. [ If he had to make a list of every monster he'd been allied with, in some capacity, during wartime… ]

[ He leans back on his heels and brings his hands up in a placating gesture. He is a man used to women being mad at him. ]

Look, I'll tell you the story of the vampires of my country, if you want to hear it, but I have two conditions.
shri: (» are too vicious to tell)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-12 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's dead silent, for that. Watching him and nothing else. He's as good as given her reason enough to kill him - even if this wasn't the time and place. Nor her own home to be worried about it.

But still, even if everything else broils, screams, to not given him another word. She nods, slowly, the once and not again. She'll give him the breath he apparently wants to share with her and she'll meet his conditions.
]
latkje: (xvi.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-12 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
One— [ and he holds up a single finger, to illustrate, then points it at her ] you have to tell me something about your country's magic, and its monsters. Because I'm beginning to suspect they're different than mine.

And two— [ the pointing hand is now holding up two fingers] if you still want to fight me over this, save it until the morning. We can't afford to make that much noise, right now.

[ He doesn't want to fight, which he hopes he's made clear enough. But he isn't a coward. And he doesn't think she's the type to stab him in his sleep for this, either. ]
shri: (» the future runs through our bones)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-13 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
... As you wish.

[ Both of them were reasonable, and where she could be shockingly stubborn, he's right on the second point, this is not the time and place. As for the first, well she would happily explain why she wants to recoil from him utterly. ]
latkje: (lxii.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-13 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
Good. [ He doesn't actually know where to start, and presses his hand to his temple, as he begins to think. ]

According to our holy learning— [ Nash says that in a way that could almost be considered reverent, like a schoolboy reciting a poem for a class. ] the first thing, besides darkness, was the True Runes. There's a rune of fire, a Rune of Punishment, a Sun Rune, and so forth. And all magic in the world comes from the runes, the same way rivers all flow into the ocean. Lycanthropes are tainted by an aspect of the Beast Rune. [ He frowns, it's been a while since this had come up. ] Most of them used to live in the Grasslands, but that area's been torn up by war.

The Rune associated with vampires is the Moon Rune. About a thousand years ago it chose a young woman to be its bearer. But being "chosen" by a rune is like being possessed, and the woman went mad with hunger, and she became the first vampire. In one of her lucid moments she ran into the woods, away from humans, where she— I guess you can't call it living, technically, can you? [ He shakes his head. ]
She existed for centuries. But one day someone came to join her. And then another, and another. Lonely souls, the desperate types, probably poets. Maybe knights. So they were a village of vampires, and with the Moon Rune, they didn't need to drink blood. Theologically speaking, that's the paradox of the rune— the curse of hunger and nourishment together. [ And despite the crack about poets and knights, his discussion is academic. Like he's recounting something he read in a book, not something he'd seen first hand. The story isn't done, but he pauses for a moment, watching her reaction carefully. ]
shri: (» and all their faces blur)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-13 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ How - majestic a story. Far more fanciful she would ever lend to a Lycan or a Vampire. A mythology belonging to the Gods, not to the foul things she knows. Maybe how they would like themselves to be imagined. She hopes he isn't expecting some poetic in return. Because as she watches, there isn't a flicker one way or another. No sympathy but no anger either. Just the same measured stare of watching, waiting and weighing it up. ]
latkje: (xvi.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-13 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
They trusted each other, so they left the Moon Rune at the center of the village, unguarded. And one day one of their number stole it for themselves, and fled. The remaining vampires were left with a choice: feed on humans, or stay in the village, and starve. [ He shrugs. ] Most of them stayed. But some didn't.

The first vampire doesn't need to drink blood like the rest of them, so… she's been hunting down the remaining vampires ever since. Do you need me to describe how she abandoned me in a ditch, or is that enough?
shri: (» tragically we fall like the arrows)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-13 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ Still fixed, still staring, she shakes her head. No, not enough yet. She has to know it all, she wants to know, so she will learn as much as there is. She never settled for anything less. ]

Tell me how you came to know her for her to leave you.
latkje: (vi.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-13 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
I told you I used to be a mercenary, back in my misspent youth? [ He believes he did. Anyway: ]

She hired me as an escort. I didn't realize what she had planned when I took the job, but I really needed the money and I was headed in the same direction anyway. We can't all be born into privilege, you know.

After a day on the road, she wanted to stop at an inn. She didn't tell me it was full of vampires until after we were both locked in. [ A sigh. ] What she wanted was somebody who could destroy the lesser vampires so she could conserve her strength for their leader. When they get really old, most magic doesn't work on them.
shri: (» we said our dreams will carry us)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-13 10:05 am (UTC)(link)
So you were canon fodder for her great goals?

[ Sounds like a vampire. ( Sounds like a Knight, sounds like her ). But there are no polite words, not for a Vampire, not from her. ]
latkje: (xvi.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-13 10:09 am (UTC)(link)
And wouldn't you know it, I've come all this way to arrive at the exact same place.

[ He smiles again. It doesn't mean he's happy. ]
shri: (» this is the start)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-13 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, she can't deny that they are here for one thing, but she has always been doing that. It feels almost comfortably so. ]

Married. Not born. I was not born into privilege. Though I am Brahmin, most of my childhood was spent poor, poor as the men and women you see in hills here. I was married when I turned 13 to the Maharaja.
latkje: (xlv.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-13 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
I married below my station. [ He actually was born into privilege, but that life's so far behind him he rarely considers it. ]

[ Nash doesn't know what all her words mean, but what she says still makes sense. It doesn't surprise him that she grew up poor, it fits with how she's acted, except for one thing. ]

Do they usually teach poor girls swordsmanship, where you come from?
shri: (» and the scars that mark my body)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-14 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ -- That makes her laugh, tilts her head with a bark. Him too, I take it, is used to thinks being a little more Barrayaran apparently. ]

It depends on the family, it depends on the girl, but it is not so much as a shock as all that, no. I was taught in part because my father did not know much what to teach a girl, so he raised me as he had been raised, and we had always fought bravely at the Peshwa's side. That is, ah, a little like a First Minister. [ People didn't have much of an idea of what half her terms meant, that much she was definitely with. ]

But when I called up to have my own guard's women who possessed such skills, many families could put their daughters forth proudly. From every family, lowest to highest.
latkje: (lviii.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-14 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
That wasn't what I — [ He shakes his head, but he's smiling. ]

My aunt is the Vice-Captain of the Temple Guard. It isn't exactly usual, where I'm from, but that's one prejudice that wasn't drilled into me from a very young age.

Swords are just… expensive. And you fight like you've done it all your life.
shri: (» and I'm locking up everyone)

gomen for how hecked up my writing was in that tag oh good lord

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-14 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
They are, and not all train in swords, some with bows and arrows, some with daggers and shorter blades. Some with just their fists. One of the bravest of my women was Jhalkari -- [ She says it with complete and utter pride. ] -- was recruited after she fought a tiger with her bare hands and a stick.

[ She had deserved better, better than to be strung up from a string by the English. Her hair knotted into the tree branches as it hung loose. She had always deserved to be remembered as a warrior who lived and died in defiance. ]
latkje: (l.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-14 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
…Did any of them use magic?

[ He's glad now that she doesn't look like she wants to kill him anymore, but he hasn't forgotten their original bargain. ]
shri: (» i know my way through the night)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-14 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ and just like that, all her good humour is gone. ]

No. Ask your questions then.
latkje: (l.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-15 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
I don't want to interrogate you. [ There's just enough frustration in his voice that it seems likely to be true. He shakes his head for extra effect. ] I was never very good at that.

But if you're gonna kill me tomorrow, I'd prefer to know why. I don't mind being exasperating, but I hate to be ignorant. [ The not-quite-spoken question here is maybe "what about these half-breeds is so awful." ]
shri: (» they're silver and gold)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-15 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ She doesn't have a pretty story - maybe one of the Knights would, Sir Gahalad perhaps or - how ugly the smile that plays in her mind - Sir Lucan. Oh, he no doubt, would have a story to tell of that kind. About runes and magic and the confused tragedy of the world. ]

Lycans were born into the world many centuries ago. In England, so I am told. Those born are referred to as Purebloods or Elders. Those that are bitten and turned, we call Half-breeds. Vampires, keep even more secrets and have worked their way into the ranks of the aristocracy and command now one of the greatest trading sources in the world as I know it. Other than that, I do not care to know. [ She's explained this to a half dozen people since she arrived, that it's an easy thing to do now. ]

I had never seen one until I was 17, and I saw the mess they leave behind. Had to watch a child who did not know what had happened to her cry in confusion because she had not understood that she was the one that killed her parents. Nor did I know them as an enemy until I refused to let my people be feasted on anymore, and was besieged by them. I never hated them so wholly until they slaughtered my city. Innocent men, women and children. In a single night, my kingdom went from prosperous and thriving to a blood-soaked, burning graveyard. They died, fighting to their last, even those that could not, but still, they tried, screaming for me to save them --

[ No, she doesn't have it in her anymore. She might have once. When she had a husband, and a son, and so many people to tend too. When she had love hymns and flowers in her hair. When she wrote letters begging for help. ]

-- and where they could not kill us except in the black of night, they got the forces they had corrupted to suppress and destroy otherwise.

[ and with that, her happy little story, is over. ]

Anything else you wish to know?
latkje: (xii.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-15 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ He listens to her carefully, pressing his fingers together and his lips into a line. It's interesting. he thinks, that she groups vampires and lycanthropes together— it never would have occurred to him.

Then she describes seeing her city destroyed. He thought her story must have been something like this, to inspire such anger, but it's a different thing altogether to hear it. How would he feel, to see his home destroyed? He can't picture it. Crystal Valley is (still) the largest and best defended city he's seen or heard of, and he's not sure if he could really call it home these days, either. No, Nash decides. He has no idea. ]


I'm sorry. I don't have words for that. [ And he is visibly affected, if only in subtle ways— a glance downward, a turn of the lips. Does she think he goes in for that kind of thing? But he doesn't think she wants pity, so he continues. ] When you say… "corrupted", do you mean with magic? Some sort of—
[ vague handwavey gesture ] puppet spell?

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