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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!
shri: (» I'll never be more)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-18 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ A smile tugs, and she suspects she might know why he says she wouldn't like her , given what he had talked about before. But in such a tone, she thinks she can ignore it. ]

You love her very much, do you not?

[ It's not harsh. She is always glad to hear such things. ]
latkje: (xlv.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-18 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ He makes a gesture with two of his fingers, a fencer's acknowledgement of a point gained. ]

Like the sickness and the cure together, milady.
shri: (» we know now we won't go)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-18 09:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's an old gesture, not one she's done for years when she cups her hand and brings it up to touch between her eyes where the red dot is tattooed deeply into her skin, then turns her hand to motion over him - one of blessing, softly. ]

Long may it bless you.

[ He may love something she hated more than breath. But she would rather it be love that they stand opposed than cruelty. Besides - what he talked about, described, was far removed from what she knew, even she could admit that. ]
latkje: (xii.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-18 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The blessing is unfamiliar to him— maybe he'd ask about it later. He's touched by the gesture anyway. ]

And your husband? Did you love him?

[ He assumes he must be dead, the way she talks. ]
shri: (» we are dancing through the smoke)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-18 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ dead, yes, and long enough that it no longer pulls in her heart like it did once. That deep emptiness that was both his loss, the loss of their child, and the vulnerability that had left her in. ]

I did, in many different ways, but I did. He was far older than I when we married, strangers in all ways as is proper. But we grew in turn to each other. Perhaps it is not so great a story as others, but we were good to each other.

[it is not empassioned, not life changing like that. But sure and steady and counted in as many days. It was a surety, of being at each others side. Not grand, but enough for her to know it. ]
latkje: (lxxxii.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-19 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ He shakes his head. ] Love at first sight is easy. Loving something you've looked at for years— that's the epic.
shri: (» that you know by name)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-19 08:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ She laughs, tilting her head back in a quick bark of it. ]

I was young, and he was willing, it made it easy. Our lives were structured to the last, it took... some of the pressure off. Some of the work was taken from us.

[ The tradeoff, of course, of what it meant to be King and Queen, and to rule together. But there he had been twice-fold the man any of these Vor were. He had not taken a bride to rule over her too. Yes, her duty was in producing a child, but he had not rushed that either. Did not force himself on her when she was still not much more than a child. He had taught her, let her learn as she wished, coaxed her without ever dismissing her, to her position of duty without ever depriving her, and for that too - she loved him and felt twice the consternation for Vorvolk's words. The insult not to her, but to them both.

And these men here, now, doubted her? Dismissed her? Ah well, now was not the time for it. She had heard it all and worse.
]
latkje: (lxi.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-19 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He smiles at her laughter; it's a small and crooked thing. ]

He seems like he was kind. Hard enough for a man, even harder for a king.

[ Maybe he's exaggerating. But Nash had never been in a place where kindness came easy, and here was no exception. ]
shri: (» I got my fingers laced together)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-20 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ No, kindness did not come easy in her home either, not anymore. Whatever had been, was clawed out of her hands a long time ago. ]

He expected respect, always and first. But, between us... we had what we could be allowed.
latkje: ('you might make the sun blush')

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-20 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Children? [ He quickly answers his own question: ] I never had any. I've long been determined to be the last of my line. Which is convenient, when you get unceremoniously whisked through space and time. [ This is not the first time it has happened. ]
shri: (» the storm of the unknown)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-20 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ She contemplates not answering or giving a better, omitting answer, but if there one thing that was always the duty of a King and Queen - it was that. Everything else was just... frippery to the one task she had been married for, to begin with. ]

Two boys, the first was taken from us all too soon, the other was adopted the day before my husband died.
latkje: (xxi.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-21 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ He nods. That kind of adoption was common where he came from. If he had been a little younger when his parents died, maybe it would have happened to him. ]

I'm sorry. I don't mean to dig up sorrows… [ His voice drifted off, considering. And then he remembered something else. ]

The child we saw tonight. Who do you think he was working for?
shri: (» but nothing ever hits home)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-21 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)
I am old, I have many and you learn. [ Which is to say, to ask anything, is to know a sorrow with her. It isn't much other than that. He needn't worry about hurting her feelings, perish that thought. ]

Almost anyone, I expect. Children can be bought for their hungry stomachs.
latkje: (xx.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-21 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He nods. ]

So who would want to know what they were saying in that tent?

[ He wasn't familiar enough with the camp to fully understand their dynamics. ]
shri: (» I got my fingers laced together)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-22 09:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ She thinks about it for awhile then breathes out slow between her lips. Fed up, almost. ]

Aside from someone important? All men like to know what is going on in their commander's mind, to be sure, but to spy on those of the higher ranks? Someone above them, or aspirations of it.