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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-04-19 07:12 pm
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[ april ii log: here's unbroken bone ]

Who: Everyone
What: The sun finally comes out in proper spring, the labs are full of excitement, and Piotr prepares for real war. Your princess is in another castle.
When: April 18th - 30th
Where: the Barrayaran camp, the Cetagandan base, Riverfall Village
Warnings: TBD

Quick links:
Riverfall
Barrayar: Camp / Missions
Cetaganda: Base / Missions

TIMELINE
4/18 Fast-penta interrogation: Sonia
4/19 Eavesdropping Alpha (Barrayar)
4/21 Eavesdropping Bravo (Barrayar)
4/22 - 4/23 Vorkosigan Vashnoi trips
4/24 Eavesdropping (Cetaganda)
4/25-4/26 Satellite launch
4/27 Flower-viewing party



barrayar
Morale is still recovering after Princess Sonia's capture and the deaths that resulted from the ensuing battle in Riverfall, but at least they were able to make contact with Colonel Vorvolk, the leading officer of the other half of Piotr's army, and reunite the guerrilla army for the first time since their last camp was discovered several months ago. Their discovery is not only timely, but critical -- Piotr intends to launch an attack on the Cetagandan base next month, before any reinforcements can arrive, in order to force Zahal to recall at least part, if not most, of the occupying force in the capital city, so that Piotr's army and the civilian underground resistance can work together to retake Vorkosigan Vashnoi. If they can take back the city and continue to defend it, they might even stand a chance at pushing Zahal's forces out of the district entirely, and considering that Vorkosigan's District is one of the hot spots of the invasion, this might even turn the tide of the whole war in their favor. They'll also be attempting to rescue Sonia during the attack, making the most out of the chaos, but that is their secondary objective.

Zahal, of course, means to make the most out of his new hostage. Knowing for certain now that Piotr's army has contact with the Riverfall villagers -- a fact that puts the camp at risk for discovery once again -- Zahal sends a missive to Riverfall with instructions to pass it along to Piotr. His demands are simple: they'll guarantee the safety and return of the Princess on Piotr's complete surrender. Piotr responds by scrawling a particularly rude and short-worded rebuttal over the original message and has it returned promptly -- stuffed inside the mouth of some poor beheaded ghem soldier, left at one of the base entry gates to be discovered by patrols.

Hopes for a successful attack are bolstered still when word comes that Emperor Dorca and Crown Prince Yuri are on their way to the Dendarii mountains. On the 18th, a courier from Dorca's battalion arrives, only to discover that the first courier sent by Dorca some weeks ago never made it to Piotr's camp to deliver the news. Dorca and Yuri bring with them another 200 soldiers when they arrive on the 20th, which nearly doubles their forces, and, like Colonel Vorvolk's half of the army, they set up camp in another part of the mountains nearby, connected by the cave netwrok that runs through the Dendarii mountains. Unfortunately, the occasion isn't entirely joyous, as Crown Prince Yuri recently lost his only remaining son and heir in battle shortly before departing for Vorkosigan's District. This is not only a sad occasion, but a politically uneasy one: Yuri's wife died some years ago, and while he is next in line to succeed his father as Emperor, the lack of an heir to his own makes for a politically shaky situation. Should he die before producing another heir, the title of Crown Prince will fall to his half-brother Xav instead, and that…brings a whole host of other political issues to the table. Needless to say, while Yuri's succession isn't an immediate issue, the politically savvy are feeling a little nervous about it.

But the war marches on, and preparations must be made. Their odds are better, but they're still vastly outnumbered by the Cetagandans. They'll need the help of the underground civilian resistance to prepare to retake Vorkosigan Vashnoi, as well as some supplies. After all, they'll have an easier time infiltrating the Cetagandan base with a larger force if some of them look enough like Cetagandans.

camp
Although the army is stronger than it has been in months, not all is at peace. Colonel Vorvolk has always been a trusted member of Piotr's general staff and a loyal officer, as well as a long-time acquaintance. However, his views on the outsiders don't exactly align with Piotr's: he thinks Piotr has been much too quick to trust them, especially given that several of them came over from the Cetagandan side, and Duv Galeni hails from Komarr, the planet that sold Barrayar out to the Cetagandans. Vorvolk doesn't believe that the outsiders should be given such freedom or privilege, let alone allow them to participate in critical military operations. Most of his own soldiers seem to share the sentiment, as do the Vorbarra soldiers -- in fact, Yuri vocally agrees with Vorvolk, and those outsiders who have been in Piotr's camp from the very beginning will feel an uncomfortably familiar air of suspicion and mistrust settles over the camp. While nothing has effectively changed -- the outsiders are not segregated away from the camp again as they once were, nor put back under guard -- the Barrayaran soldiers who are comfortable with and even like the outsiders are suddenly in the minority.

While few are foolish enough to disrespect the outsiders where Piotr can see them, some of the soldiers from Vorvolk's and Dorca's camps are borderline hostile toward the outsiders, jeering, taunting, even making hex signs or spitting in the most extreme cases. There are still plenty of soldiers who remain friendly towards the outsiders, but it's leading to friction between them and their other Barrayaran comrades as well. After several days of tension, a major fight breaks out in Piotr's camp over the outsiders' presence, and a few outsiders might even be dragged (or throw themselves) into it. Everyone involved in the fight gets a firm reprimand and then some, and worse still is that the fight does little to ease the tensions -- if anything, it only makes them worse.

Dorca and Yuri's mourning casts a somber air over the camps, and both Emperor and Crown Prince are in grave moods, Yuri's especially prickly. As his son was a public figure, they hold a public burning of death offerings on the 22nd, so that Imperial subjects may pay their respects to the recently deceased Prince. A large pyre is set up within one of the larger caves, so that the smoke will be less conspicuous, and any offerings submitted in earnest will be accepted. Typical Barrayaran death offerings consist of a small lock of one's hair, or, if none is to hand, any other personal object they might have on their person that would burn, such as a piece of clothing.

missions
With contributions of…mixed success from the outsiders, as well as help from the soldiers, the villagers are able to repair some of the homes damaged in the recent skirmish. Some of them are too far gone for repair, and so are broken down to salvage whatever materials they can for other repairs. Considering the village now houses fewer than fifty people, housing space is not a concern at the moment.

Preparations for the coming attack on the Cetagandan base go well overall. The raiding parties manage to steal uniforms and face paint for about 50 soldiers to disguise themselves, and parties sent to Vorkosigan Vashnoi successfully make contact with civilian resistance cells to pass their plans along.

The unabridged mission results can be found here.

cetaganda
Zahal sends his terms to Piotr for Sonia's release, and the gruesome rebuttal -- a crude message scrawled over Zahal's own hand-penned calligraphy, the delicate paper shoved into the gaping mouth of a dead ghem soldier, his head left to be discovered just outside the best -- infuriates him. He's known Piotr for too long to expect him to give in right away, but this is just sheer insult. He's well aware of just how vulnerable the base is right now -- the epidemic has mostly run its course, but their total forces are down to about 6,000 soldiers, and there are only about 100 ghem scientists left. His requests for reinforcements have been delayed by Cetagandan central command -- they have no extra troops they can spare on planet, and it will be another month before more ships arrive. Zahal is struggling to balance out his forces, split between the base and Vorkosigan Vashnoi -- right now binternal base security is badly undermanned in favor of increasing the occupying force in the capital city. Piotr Vorkosigan is too smart a man not to take advantage of an opportunity like this -- Zahal just doesn't know exactly what he's planning to do. The Cetagandan base is in a vulnerable state.

However, there is one edge they have: Cetagandan intelligence knows that Emperor Dorca and Crown Prince Yuri are in Vorkosigan's District. The courier who never made it to Piotr's camp was intercepted by Cetagandan intelligence before he even made it to Vorkosigan's District, and the information was sent accordingly to Zahal's outpost. Piotr might have rejected his first demand -- but would the Emperor, the Princess's grandfather, respond the same?

But as the trials of war marches on, so do the advancements of science. Micah is still hard at work in the labs working on the Star Gate Project, but the data they've been able to gather is incomplete and insufficient. They have convinced the Cetagandan science officers to send a scientific party, Micah included, off-planet to take a closer look at the collapsed wormhole and launch a satellite to record more data. They've made a fair bit of progress in discovering the new type of field generated by the collapsed wormhole, tentatively named the Niadem field after its primary discoverer, but they still know too little about just how and why the exotics have been brought here to complete their designs.

base
Despite the military tensions, the Cetagandans work hard at maintaining a lighter atmosphere around the base. Since the weather this month has finally given them some real relief -- and the epidemic raging the base has been quelled -- the Cetagandans decide to host a flower-viewing party on the 27th in the gardens adjacent to the Grow Labs. It is explained to the exotics that such events are regularly held to herald the coming of spring, although emphasis is placed on the fact that the viewings are usually much more sophisticated and lavish than the 'meager' offerings of the lush gardens on the base.

Typical of Cetagandan functions, it is elegant, overwrought and full of a lot of needlessly artfully crafted food and drinks -- many of them intoxicating, so take care what you drink. Sonia and Micah are both in attendance, although Sonia doesn't look particularly happy to be there. The party is celebrating in particular some of the genetic-botanical achievements of some of the ghem lady artists on the base, as well as some recently genetically engineered koi, to update the atmosphere of the garden to proper spring. However, the real show-stealer is the debut of Amai's personal project: an elaborate zoo-biological sculpture designed as tribute to the Star Crèche itself. It takes up a considerable portion of the back wall of the garden, vinelike branches woven into the trellis, curling and spreading in elaborate patterns, and flowers bloom along the lengths in clusters, each a different color. On a closer look, they can be identified as asters -- but some in colors no one's ever seen an aster before. The vines themselves are ridged with what looks like some kind of delicate fin that sways softly with the slightest breeze, a shimmering dark blue. They look more like koi fins than anything botanical, and with the groups of flowers set over them, it looks something like a night sky. In the center is an elaborately crafted flower sculpture of the Star Crèche's screaming bird insignia in minute detail. And though it is rooted to the rest of the sculpture, it seems to move at times -- the slightest flutter of its wings. The placard placed with it explains that each colored cluster of asters is an artistic representation of one of the Constellations that make up the haut caste. The Navarr constellation, from which both Diya and Sei hail, is flowered in asters of a striking violet color.

As time passes, Haut Sei's presence becomes more palpable on the base, and her force bubble is seen more frequently outside of the science/medical complex. Though she and Diya are working closely together, it's clear to anyone who spends enough time around them that there is some tension between them. Ba Talim is almost always present when they are together, although it can at times be found on its own around the base.

missions
The gene therapy trials take a turn for the worse despite glimmers of promise earlier on, and all three subjects suffer from complications with no progress made.

The investigation into the weapons smuggling operation is ultimately a failure -- while they are able to track down one of the resistance cells, the civilians involved manage to get away before any useful information is extracted from them. The next time Cetagandan soldiers return to the place where they'd been discovered, the establishment has since been boarded up and closed down.

The unabridged mission results can be found here.

Note: Gavalas, Ezar and Gail are both available for threading on request. Hit Madi (Gavalas) or Ammay (Ezar & Gail) up if you are interested!
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

Byerly Vorrutyer, both undercover and post-cover

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-20 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Before capture
[ Byerly is his typical self in the days leading up to the escape attempt. Wry, sardonic, casual, he spends much of his time in Cetagandan aesthetic pursuits and in lazing about. Particularly the latter, nowadays. It seems he's become quite content that the Cetagandans aren't going to boot him off base, and so instead of looking to impress them, he seems mostly to be looking to nap.

Ah, sweet napping. ]


After capture
[ The escape attempt was rather noisy and public, and so news of it spread pretty easily throughout the base. By the time his cell is opened up to visitation, everyone probably knows what he was up to.

And the escape attempt was not the only thing, dear God, that's noisy. Byerly, after the defeat of his attempt to rescue Sonia and the revelation of his status as a Barrayaran spy, is in a great mood. He's whistling and cheerful from within his locked cell - literally whistling, whistling tunefully, the sound absolutely piercing and incredibly obnoxious to anyone posted guard nearby - hell, to anyone passing by in the hall. Or he sings, sometimes, in an operatic baritone that similarly carries irritatingly. It's clear that Byerly, after his capture, has made it his personal mission to annoy the hell out of the Cetagandan base, and he has thrown himself into that mission with zeal. ]
dendarii: (OOPS)

Miles Vorkosigan | OTA

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-20 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
New Faces

[ So that's what Yuri Vorbarra looks like. Yuri Fucking Vorbarra, the madman who will go on to murder most of his house. The one who will accidentally ensure that Miles exists at all, at least in the form he knows now ...

He's smart enough not to stare while Yuri (or anyone who might care) is looking at him. But when the man's back is turned ... Miles looks as though he'd like to burn holes in his back with his eyes. The man is different from what he was expecting, but - what else was he expecting, really? Some obviously insane maniac? No, he's not at that point yet. Not for a while. And damn it, he has to wait if he wants to change any of this. There's no way in hell Barrayar gets through the war if the succession goes up in flames now...

It's still enough to make a man nervous. And Miles is nervous under everything, a ball of energy with no walls to hurl himself at. So he mutters to himself instead. Recalling what he'd overheard not too long ago. ]


"Quiet," my ass ...

Death Offerings

[ Miles is front and center at the public death offering. Not because he's loyal to Barrayar - though he is - but rather because he has something different to mourn. So this is why Yuri tried to kill all the other Vorbarras. Because he lost his son after his wife had died ... If that son hadn't died, then maybe the massacre wouldn't have happened at all. Maybe Mad Emperor Yuri might have been remembered as Paranoid Fuck Emperor Yuri instead.

So Miles adds a lock of his own hair to the pyre not for the son, but rather for the destabilization his death represents. For the deaths to come. ]


You can add cloth if you'd prefer.

[ He murmurs gently, in case you're here too and completely lost. Or just not feeling the impromptu haircut. ]

Fights n' Shit

[ Hell. It's a testament to how good camp has been recently that Miles didn't even think about how the influx of new soldiers might affect him personally. At least he's not Komarran, but the new soldiers don't consider a mutant to be much better. At best he gets hex signs constantly. Being spat on is more common, often accompanied with a jeer about how easy it is to hit the top of his head when he's that short.

And today - Miles gets into a fight. It's a small squabble, not his fault really. He'd been requested to take a message to Dorca's camp. Had done so more or less safely, as the soldiers hadn't touched him while he still had a job to do. But as soon as he turns his back, one of the soldiers knock him to the ground. A jeer about how desperate Piotr must be to have muties in his army, look how puny this one is - and then a sharp kick to his ribs that makes him cry out. The bruises from Tarn still hurt like hell; he has to blink back tears as he sits back up again, cradling his injured side. ]


Better - better a useful mutant than an empty meathead.

[ Wrong answer. So was the punch he was halfway through throwing. This is not going to end well. ]

OTA

[ Miles is also going to be around camp and Riverfall! Trying failing to help out with the construction efforts mostly. ]
vorbratta: (and throw me back in the ditch again)

FAST-PENTA: SONIA

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-04-20 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia is trying to put on a brave face as she's escorted into the interrogation room, a Cetagandan guard at each elbow, but she isn't nearly as good at putting any face on as her sister is. It's clear that she's afraid despite her attempts at composure -- throat tight, eyes wide and nervous, shoulders stiff. She knew it was inevitable, it had to be. When they hadn't at first, she'd thought, maybe…maybe she wouldn't be important enough to fast-penta. But the Cetagandans are determined to extract every use they can out of their hostage.

Her face goes white when she sees Tarn, the first face she lays eyes on when she walks into the room, and she freezes, enough that the guards have to jostle her to keep her walking. Her mouth is suddenly dry. What is he doing here? She'd only been expecting the ghem-major next to Tarn at the interrogation table, just the one interrogator. And then she sees Byerly sitting at that table, too, and confusion mixes in with the fear.

"Princess," the ghem-major says shortly, but politely, and he doesn't take a seat until she's been gently forced down into a chair across from him -- always polite, the Cetagandans. "I am ghem-Major Yulang. Ghem-General Zahal wanted very much to be present for your interrogation, but I'm afraid he couldn't make it. I'll be conducting your interrogation today."

All of it said crisply, cleanly, as though he's a doctor talking to a patient, rather than a captor to his prisoner. Sonia looks frightened and wary and resentful all at once.

"I believe you know Tarn and Vorrutyer already," ghem-Yulang says, gesturing at the two exotics, "so I think we can begin." He nods at one of the guards at Sonia's side. "Lieutenant -- allergy check? We always check for allergy first," ghem-Yulang says to Tarn and Byerly, his tone still so clinical, as the guard opens a case on the table. Tarn could have no familiarity with fast-penta, and Byerly…well, Barrayarans are typically undereducated. It doesn't hurt to explain. "Most allergies to fast-penta are fatal. But a naturally occurring allergy is rare, and otherwise the drug is quite harmless."
traitorous: (CYBORG.)

fights n' shit

[personal profile] traitorous 2017-04-20 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ it shouldn't be maine's business — it's not maine's business — but miles is about to get his tiny ass trashed in a fight that was never going to be fair one-on-one, let alone several-on-one, and he just happens to be in the area, so.

in the half-second it takes miles to throw his earnest, clumsy punch, maine is there to meet it, curving a hand around his wrist to stop him mid-swing. he gives his arm a surprisingly gentle squeeze as he lowers it back to his side ( not today, miles, sorry ), and then turns and catches miles' potential target by the throat when he advances closer. if he wanted to, he could crush this asshole's windpipe with a quick flex of his fingers, but all he does is nudge at him lightly, putting space between him and miles. back the fuck up, more, more, good.

even when the man pulls away with a frustrated grunt to rejoin his friends, maine's shoulders stay tight and tense, ready for a fight. the soldiers disperse, muttering decidedly impolite remarks beneath their breath, and maine's expression shifts from bored and disinterested to sharp and critical as he looks down ( and down ) at miles.

really. were you going to take them all on by yourself.
]
dendarii: (frail bones)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-20 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ He had 'em on the ropes, jeez. He lets out a cry of frustration when Maine first stops him, but ... he really, really can't disagree with the results. Not when the other man's eyes look like they're about to pop when Maine has them by the throat, and definitely not when Maine makes them back off entirely. It gives him enough time to curl an arm around his badly bruised side. To draw in a painful rasp of air.

He could totally have handled that. Really. ]


... Thank you. They - surprised me.

[ Like Miles would have handled that any better if he'd had the upper hand. ]
protocol: (► and who is the rabbit)

eavesdropping alpha

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-20 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Emperor Dorca and Crown Prince Yuri. When word starts drifting through the camp, Wash latches onto that name immediately and knows what it has to mean, a chill moving down his spine. Things are busy around camp, and it takes longer than he'd like but Wash still finds the first opportunity he can to tap on Miles' shoulder, asking him for help on -- something. To come take a walk.

Just that news is tension enough, but as they wander around the war tent, there's two soldiers on guard patrolling past the war tent. It becomes clear pretty damn quickly that what they're talking about is worth listening to, but Wash might be watching Miles more than the two guards the entire time, reading his expression, committing everything he hears to memory.

The soldiers start to get too close, and Wash grabs him by the arm a little pointedly, gesturing with a sharp jerk of his head, we should go. Past the war tent, this time, out of the camp, they've taken enough of these walks that Wash ends up going the same way just out of habit. He's quiet for a time, just trying to process everything he's just heard, slotting it into place with everything he's already learned from Miles, but eventually, once they're clear enough from the camp, turning his head to look at him as they walk. ]


Miles. [ A little quietly. That was. That was a thing, wasn't it. ]
dendarii: (support)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-20 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ It sure was a thing. Miles had let Wash lead him away easily enough, though his fists are clenched so tightly that his knuckles are white. It's not much, really. He's heard so much worse in his own time, for much more dire reasons ... But this chills him to the bone. It's a stark reminder of where and when they are, and how very desperately delicate everything is.

(How changed is the future? Has he already tipped it too much?)

He relaxes very slightly once they're past the environs of camp. Carefully, he digs out his tiny, precious bottle of medication and swallows down a pill. No seizures tonight, please ... ]


It's not surprising.
protocol: (► recreation and forestry)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-20 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wash just watches quietly as he takes a pill -- triggered by stress, are they. At least if anything does happen he's already away from the camp and Wash will be able to help him. He shakes his head slightly, still moving along a route that's familiar to him now, slowing their pace to something comfortable for them both. ]

It's a lot at once. [ For him, he means. He remembers all of it, of course, but he's still fitting pieces into place, no doubt Miles already has a better grasp on it. ] How so?

[ Watching him carefully, even as he asks. He can read the tension off him easily, even if he seems a little more relaxed, now. ]
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 104)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-20 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's still practically radiating strain; it rises from him like waves of heat. But he feels better having taken the pill, even if he won't actually feel the effects for a while yet. ]

Yuri's position was always tenuous. It's why he slaughtered the Vorbarras. Will slaughter them.
protocol: (► ladderpoints is now upon us)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-20 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ A nod. His expression grim, one hand moving up to card through his own hair. Slaughtering the entire Vorbarra line had sounded like some kind of bid for power, something about succession, about securing a position. ]

-- How much of this did you already know? [ Is anything new? Has anything changed? ]
shri: (» and now people talk to me)

lakshmi | barrayar | ota | cw: violence

[personal profile] shri 2017-04-20 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
STANDING STILL
[ She's on shift, her arms stiff by her side. She takes it seriously as she ever does. Never would dishonour the uniform she had put on.

The men behind her not on duty - ? Not so much.

She can hear them jeering, her Russian barely crosses passable, but she doesn't need to know it to understand whore, bitch, she wants to use a sword, they can help with that - . Her jaw sets, her face is blank and her hands stay by her side. The apocalypse could be passing behind her but she doesn't look and she doesn't acknowledge it as happening.

But when someone else does? She cuts it off immediately.
] Do not do so on my behalf. I will not be the excuse they want.

[ But there's a twitch there, maybe a little, if someone's going to throw that first punch, it will be her. ]

RIDING
[ She keeps it to herself, when someone comes back to tell her Beth has gone missing, goes to find Daryl, and when she can't find him -

Idiot. Damned idiot. This isn't either of their homes, for him to be taking off without help -

At least with these extra soldiers crawling everywhere, it both makes it not so much a burden for her to be looking, and an utter relief to be out of there. Saddling up a horse to ride after her shift, she wants out and away from this, from all of it. That when she finds someone in her way, she doesn't even bother to look.
]

Saddle up or get out of my way.

[ And she marches back to the horse with the bridle in hand to finish. ]

Riverfall
[ When she can't find Beth or Daryl and can't stand around in camp to be insult to the end of her patience, she is at Riverfall, usually just milling about, doing nothing too much in the way to draw attention to herself, but sit at times to have a quiet drink. Her mood still sour but at least where she isn't being insulted, she can at least nod civilly to anyone nearby and be coaxed into a conversation. ]

GO DOWN SWINGING
cw: violent assault
[ She endures it for as long as she can, as long as she has to - she isn't going to start that fight, she swears it to herself. Goes about each day in the same flat determination she has every other day before it, if somewhat more deaf to half the noise going on around her.

Right up until she can't, right up until she's going between the Countess's tent of an evening and the mess tent. Minding her own damn business, how old does she have to get to not deal with this anymore? Her first century, her second? Then again, she hadn’t heard anything better of how Lady Igraine was treated, did Carolina have to stomach this -

The arm that loops her waist takes her by surprise. The hand that grabs her by the ass is slightly less of a surprise given how they liked to catcall. The sneering face that accompanies both is practically routine at this point.
] Unhand me, immediately, or you will regret it.

[ It's laughed away from the man that's grabbed her jostles, laughs back to the men that have clearly put him up to it. 'She thinks she can give me orders. What are you going to do, cry to the mutie?' He leans over her, pointed use of the foot of height he has on her.

Honestly, it's almost relaxing when she yanks him down by his coat lapels to smash her forehead into the bridge of his nose. Smash him again to make him hit the ground when he stumbles, landing heavily. His friends react, lurching forward where they're drunk. Doesn't see them, too focused on the man that she kicks hard once between the legs, the boots her prefers were for this after all. Even if her targets were usually hardened muscle three times her size. Then she slows, a sneered breath in as she shoves her foot up between his legs, gets his manhood under the ball of her foot. Heel-digging in as a lever and leans with all of her weight. The blood from his broken nose wet on her face, curving around her cheek and she never looks away, breathing in slow and calm as she watches for that flinch.

It's then that he starts a making a wet, shrill, gargling screaming into the night air. Desperately, thrashing trying to get out away from her but pulling away only makes him scream louder in pain. The vicious thought, silly man, squealing like a rabbit in a trap, shouldn't have gone for the hunter that takes far bigger prey then men. It's cold, it's removed and she doesn't let him stop with a clinical satisfaction. Been awhile, since she got to take that satisfaction, Cetagandan's kept their distance for her to allow this.

But more than that, her point was to end it as quickly and bloodless as possible so that no one tries it again.

She forgot about his friends standing right there.
]
protocol: (► put my teeth in the movie this marriag)

sugar we're going down swinging...

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-20 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lakshmi can take care of her damn self.

That's how Wash holds himself back, hearing the way some of the soldiers around camp call and jeer at her. She's strong, capable, doesn't need someone to defend her pride or honor, least of all him, but he can't help but keep an ear open anyway, can't help but feel an awful lurch in his gut and a twitch of his fingers against his side when he sees a soldier loop an arm around her waist. The way they talk to her, the way he leers, not to mention what he says. Cry to the mutie. One fucking guess who that means. Wash is already not quite in the mood for diplomatic talking-down, but he keeps an eye on them from where he is, and it seems like that's crossed a line with Lakshmi with the way she reacts, all that coiled tension releasing all at once, the eye of the storm passing over until this poor soldier's caught in the hurricane. Part of him might be thinking of stepping in to try and pull her off of him, but, ah. Not just yet. Lakshmi is hardly someone he can really make that demand of, for one, but most importantly? Hell if that bastard doesn't deserve at least some of what's coming to him.

Wash's attention is elsewhere, anyway, doesn't linger long on the man on the ground as he makes some awful gurgling almost-scream, instinctively watching for his friends. They do stagger forward, wide-eyed, some of them in surprise and uncertain fear and others in anger. Still, Wash holds his distance, right up until they start to move towards her, right up until there's a flash of steel, a gleam of it in the night, some idiot fucking drunk soldier actually drawing a sword on her.

Forgive him for interrupting, he has little doubt she'd have been able to handle this on her own, but Wash is immediately there, standing at her back. Unarmed brawls between soldiers are one thing, drawing a fucking weapon is another, and Wash answers it in kind -- the soldier was clearly drunk and unsteady on his feet, had just swung his blade in some clumsy arc, some attempt at intimidation more than an attack, yelling out at that damned bitch to back the fuck down. Wash had been more than fast enough to step in and catch the blade, not with his own sword but with a knife he always hides on his person, steel against steel, his gaze narrowed. ]


Are you all really so pathetic that you're only able to fight her by drawing a sword at her back? [ Cold, sharp, turning the knife in his hand, the blade catching against the soldier's sword just enough to give him a bit of purchase as he shoves him back, forces him a few steps away, back towards his other friends. He spins the knife in his hand, a clear gesture, showy. He knows what he's fucking doing. If it's a fight they want, they'll get it. ] Get in line and wait your damn turn. I'm sure she'll be happy to see to you, too, once she's done with your friend.

[ Another gurgling, pained cry. Wash turns his head slightly, not quite enough to look back at her but enough to see her out of the corner of his eye, still watching the soldiers, mostly. Fucking idiots. They should back down while they can. ]

Take your time. [ Directed at Lakshmi. She's already started, there's no point in trying to stop her even if Wash wanted to. Might as well take the chance to make a point with these Vorbarra soldiers, and well, maybe he might be able to stop this from breaking out into a larger fight. That one soldier might have to suffer plenty for it, but, ah. Wash isn't really that much of a saint and can't exactly bring himself to feel too bad about it, right now. ]
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-20 10:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's what he really wants to know. The outline of it - that's all the same. But the timing, the details ... he just isn't sure. He trudges along, thinking furiously to himself for a moment. ]

Most of it. His son does die around this time, and if Yuri were to die now, it really would be civil war. Barrayar wouldn't live through that.

[ All the more reason not to betray that secret ... ever, really. Bu especially not now. ]
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-20 10:21 am (UTC)(link)
A civil war over succession when the Cetagandans are still parked right outside the front door. Few worlds could survive that.

[ Not that killing Yuri was ever really in the cards, was it. Miles is so incredibly tense, he can't blame him, and Wash thinks the best thing to do might be to direct him away from it -- but he can hardly think of anything else, right now. His thoughts have been centered around Yuri since he first overheard some soldier talking about how he'd be arriving with Dorca. Hearing that had already brought a certain weight to everything Wash's learned, a reminder of how real and present all those consequences are. Hearing this had just made that weight even more immediate. Pressing, almost suffocating, even for him. Let alone for Miles. ]

Was that really all it was? [ A breath. ] Ensuring his position?
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-04-20 10:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ At least Miles has people he can talk to about this. That's the only real bright spot; he can at least go through it with Wash rather than go mad inside his own head. ]

He wasn't particularly sane either. That contributed. But ... yes, that was the impetus. He was specifically targeting members of the Vorbarra line.