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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-05-20 11:24 am
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[ may ii log: we're a broken people living under loaded gun ]

Who: Everyone
What: Victory quickly curdles when the Cetagandans go nuclear -- literally.
When: May 18th - 31st
Where: the Barrayaran camp, the Cetagandan base, Riverfall Village
Warnings: TBD

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barrayar
The jubilant atmosphere in the Barrayaran camp doesn't die out, but it does shift back into the sense of intense focus on their next task, their exhilarating victory driving them forward. The attitudes toward the outsiders are gradually lightening -- the fact that two of them rescued Princess Sonia has gone a long way toward fostering good will. While Prince Yuri and Colonel Vorvolk are still staunch their position of mistrust, Dorca is now openly showing support for Piotr's decision, tipping the balance of politics among the top brass -- which always has a trickle-down effect. But it's a slow spread, and while some of the other soldiers have turned entirely grateful to the outsiders for their part in the attack, for most of them they're only just starting to tone down the hostility. But the shift in atmosphere, however gradual, is clear: the outsiders are starting to fall back into favor with the soldiers.

Vorvolk himself still remains unconvinced, and in the downtime between briefings, can be seen frequently in conference with Piotr, and they don't often look to be in agreement. The fact that the body of Falco Vorkalloner, one of the more vocal anti-outsider dissidents, was found dead shortly before the attack only throws things into hotter contest: although as far Lakshmi and Sisko, the ones to discover the body, reported to him, it appeared to be an accidental death. Colonel Vorvolk remains suspicious considering the timing, but a funeral for Vorkalloner complete with death offerings is held on the 19th. If one is positioned correctly in certain circles, too, one may overhear more talk about the increasingly tense succession politics – talk, say, about finding Yuri a new wife so he can produce another heir. Yuri, perhaps surprisingly, seems reluctant, and harshly bites off the subject every time it comes up.

Lapis has requested a note be delivered to Sonia through the villagers, and Sonia rushes to show it to Piotr. While the gene therapy trials weren't news – and subsequently dire conclusions could be drawn from it – any deals with Jackson's Whole are news, and dangerous at that. If the Cetagandans release the outsiders' gene complexes to the Jacksonians, they might as well be releasing them into the wild: there'll be no hope of permanently recovering them. Piotr is going to want the his handlers to pass on this information to their informants so that they can keep an eye out for any new developments or ways to sabotage the deal.

Scouts are sent to Vorkosigan Vashnoi to further coordinate their efforts with the civilian underground resistance in the city and move on to the next step in their plans to retaking the city. The attack on the base had been meant to force Zahal to withdraw some of his troops from the city, and it works – except that according to Barrayaran intelligence, by May 21st he has recalled the entire occupying force from Vorkosigan Vashnoi.

At approximately three o'clock in the morning on May 22nd, the night sky goes ablaze with a sudden flash of light. The sound of the explosion doesn't follow for another minute, but even at night, the mushroom cloud is clearly visible from the mountains. And even at night, given the vantage point, it's clear that this means only one thing: the Cetagandans have just bombed Vorkosigan Vashnoi.

There's nothing left of the city -- the Cetagandans went nuclear on it, obliterating the city and all its inhabitants and leaving nothing but an irradiated crater behind. Morale in the camp takes a sharp U-turn after the total destruction of the district's capital. Not only were they on the verge of successfully retaking the city, it's the capital of the district, and a symbol of hope for many of the soldiers, especially those from the district -- or it was, anyway. Now there's nothing left of it. Everything they've been working toward for the last few months, everything they've struggled toward -- simply gone.

The soldiers all react in different ways. Most of them are furious, angry like a wounded beast, despairing but only more determined to eliminate the Cetagandan threat to them. Many of them weep openly in grief or despair -- lost family and friends, a lost home -- and some are simply stunned into numbness at so dramatic an escalation. The Barrayarans are badly thrown, and they need to regroup before Cetagandan strikes again.

The unabridged mission results can be found here.

cetaganda
Thanks to the Barrayarans' extremely effective sabotage, there's no hope of getting the main or backup power generator back in operating oder until their next supply drop arrives with reinforcements -- still weeks away. Most of the base is without power, which also means no running water, no refrigeration, and no way of recharging their weapons' power packs. As much is being done by daylight as possible, including pre-preparing meals -- still a mix of MREs and fresh food, but especially the latter, as they have no way of keeping it from spoiling, but when they run out of fresh food from the Grow Labs, the base's denizens are stuck with MREs and rather unpalatable ration bars. Thankfully, the water treatment plant has a considerable buffer, so while they may not have running water, they do at least have some manually retrievable potable water for the time being. Hey folks, if you ever wondered what it's like for the Barrayarans roughin' it up out there in the mountains, here is a tiny fraction of what that's like.

On the night of the 20th, Diya is discovered dead. According to Sei, she was attacked and killed by Natasha -- for what exact reason, Sei cannot claim to know, but this clearly marks Natasha as a dangerous entity. Natasha flees the base that night in a hijacked groundcar, leaving no one to fast-penta and no witness but Sei and Ba Talim, and -- even though it would be an affront to suggest it -- haut and ba are immune to fast-penta. An elaborate but solemn funeral is held for Diya on the 21st. It's about what you've probably come to expect of Cetagandan functions, but the mood is distinctly different. There is still a lot of poetry reading. When not in uniform, Zahal now dresses in mourning colors.

The one building that does still have power is the building containing the medbay and gene labs, powered by the secondary backup generator that clearly exists for that express purpose: if all else fails, protect the interests of the Star Crèche. However, even with the base's population reduced, there are still thousands of people who need power, and Zahal is in a heated argument with the haut over redirecting power from the secondary backup generator to other vital base functions. The secondary backup generator does not possess the capacity to power the entire base, but some of its power could definitely be rerouted to select other areas. By May 21st, the barracks and mess have limited power -- just barely enough to get running water and the most basic of kitchen functions running. A little bit of power is rerouted to one of the undamaged research buildings for continued research on the Star Gate Project, since it's of nearly as much interest as the genetics research.

By May 21st, Zahal has recalled the entire occupying force from Vorkosigan Vashnoi. This means a couple thousand soldiers have now returned to the base, but they're still badly undermanned. Reinforcements are slated to arrive along with a supply drop at the start of next month, but until then, it's time to make do. Some of the repairs can at least be started manually, so any off-duty soldiers and willing and able bodies will be asked to lend a hand to start fixing up some of the base now that it's more cleaned up.

At approximately three o'clock in the morning on May 22nd, the night sky goes ablaze with a sudden flash of light. The sound of the explosion doesn't follow for another minute, but even at night, the mushroom cloud is clearly visible from the upper perimeter of the base. And even if you don't have the vantage point to see it for yourself, it doesn't take long for word to get around: the Cetagandans have just bombed Vorkosigan Vashnoi.

Apparently Zahal was able to pull together enough resources to drop a nuclear bomb on the city, utterly destroying it and everyone in it. Judging by the surprise of the rank and file, this was not a long-planned maneuver, but a direct response to the Barrayarans' attack. It isn't the sort of measure they're supposed to resort to so quickly -- the city itself is a valuable resource, and it gave them leverage -- but Zahal is furious.

Between Diya's sudden death and the bombing, the atmosphere around the base is suddenly tense and uneasy. While the Cetagandans have hardly felt threatened by the exotics, after Natasha's supposed recent actions, there's a growing mistrust. The victory might go to the Cetagandans, but it doesn't really feel like it.

The unabridged mission results can be found here.
vorrutyer: (attentive)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-24 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah. Good. A little bit of the considerable tension goes out of his face. He was worried he'd have to deal with Nash working through his own grief over it; if this conversation is going to be primarily scientific, rather than emotional, in content, that's far less daunting. ]

Don't mind if I do.

[ But he doesn't drink quite yet. He hesitates, then says: ]

The time and place you're from. Do you have explosives?
latkje: (xii.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-24 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
We have fire magic. [ The incident that ended the First Fire Bringer War was the closest he could think of— but that couldn't happen here. Cosmologically speaking.

He tilted his head, the way he did when he was thinking. ]


Gunpowder, too, though that's meant to be a secret.
vorrutyer: (warmth)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-24 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah? Byerly's voice is light, ironic, and casual when he says - ]

Not secret from you, though?
latkje: (xvi.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-24 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
No. Not secret from me.

[ He knew enough to be quite sure that what he had seen wasn't a gunpowder explosion. ]
vorrutyer: (attentive)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-24 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
And here you said you were a bad interrogator. Yet you stumble over secrets.

[ A little quirk of his eyebrow asks for some elaboration. The giving of information is never, alas, a selfless act when Byerly is involved. ]
latkje: (lxv.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-24 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He raises one arm, in something like a shrug. ]

I am a bad interrogator. I prefer conversation.

[ Here Nash is, being frank and open, admitting to other people's secrets. He hadn't misspoke; he knew Byerly must enjoy secrets, and that was one he could give away for free. ]
vorrutyer: (watchful)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-24 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Mm. Fair enough.

[ Byerly sighs, presses his lips together. ]

Gunpowder works - as I understand it, I was always a very poor student - by taking the energy latent in the substance and using a bit of fire to release that energy potential. That explosion - that was a nuclear weapon. Something that delves deeper, wrenches out all the energy latent in the very tiniest subcomponents of the fabric of creation to cause an explosion of impossible size. It destroys lives and then it poisons the land. A cruel weapon indeed.
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 189)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-24 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
... Mm. That may be so.

[ If there is such a thing as a soul, then perhaps it was frozen too. ]
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 234)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-24 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, yes. Your tour guide to the Nexus.

[ He gestures vaguely. ]
protocol: (► to beat hungary!)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-24 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Could probably just get lost somewhere otherwise, but yeah.

[ Just watching him, for a few moments. Now more than ever, Miles really should be home, shouldn't he. With family, with better friends than Wash is who've known him for longer. ]

What're you thinking of? [ Maybe nothing. But Wash doesn't think it is -- they're alike here too, after all, and he can never quite stop thinking. ]
asklepian: (pic#7053843)

[personal profile] asklepian 2017-05-25 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
After Julian's conversation with Deanna, what she told him about the genetic experiments and their decision to do what they can to impede it, Julian had been deciding who, exactly, he should approach and where he should begin.

Lady Diya had seemed like the logical choice, from what Deanna had told him and what he'd learned from everyone else he'd spoken to.

He was prepared to weave some kind of story, if he needed to, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't treating this at least a little like a holonovel. The Cetagandans had social roles that are nearly as complicated and thorny as Cardassian ones, and it's easier to create a bit of a personality to inhabit with that in mind.

(Garak here would be a nightmare. A glorious one, but still a nightmare.)

He doesn't want to approach her when she's in the gardens--that seems like an improper time. Instead, he makes sure she's in the medical complex--not in the least because he feels better about being in territory that's at least vaguely familiar. Despite the natural inclination, he deliberately avoids looking straight at her as he approaches--it feels to him like he's broadcasting nervousness, but he has to remind himself--this is normal. Ranging possibly on painfully polite. Hopefully it's not a line he's crossing too far.

"Lady Diya, may I have a word?"
latkje: (xv.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-25 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ He frowns a little, thinking. ]

How do they detonate it without getting caught in the… [ he doesn't quite have the word. ] Or do they count on acceptable casualties?
vorrutyer: (serious)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-25 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Drop it from the sky.

[ He mimes a shuttle's flight with one hand, and with the index finger of his other hand he traces the trajectory of a bomb from sky to ground. ]

From too high up to get caught up in the blast.
dendarii: (solpadeine118)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-25 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Miles grows quiet a moment. Finally letting his thoughts drift. ]

I don't know this version of the Nexus quite as well. No Dendarii.
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-25 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Leaning back slightly, tipping his head back. That light's not quite in the sky anymore, but he swears part of it lingers, somehow. Maybe it's just in the mood of it. ]

Would it be so different?
dendarii: (solpadeine112)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-25 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
Enough that I want you to come home with me. If you can come home with me.

[ Yeah, he's drunk by now. Leaning his head lightly against Wash's shoulders. ]
protocol: (► mysterious as the dark long of a shoe)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-25 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ Turning his head just enough to watch out of the corner of his eye, even with his head still tipped back. ]

Yeah? People you want me to meet, places you want me to see?
dendarii: (abject apology)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-25 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ He nods slowly. ]

'll make you an armsman. Introduce you to my parents. And Simon. Commiserate.
protocol: (► but before we get out of our club)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-25 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
I might like that.

[ Might, maybe. Honestly staying in modern Barrayar sounds a hell of a lot better than here, anyway. All that matters is keeping Maine and York away from home. Though especially having some idea of what Simon ends up going through -- apparently in Miles' future -- Wash would definitely like to meet him. ]

What're they like?
latkje: (lxxx.)

[personal profile] latkje 2017-05-25 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ He feels the sudden urge to make the superstitious gesture some peasants do, to ward themselves from evil. Instead he reaches for the bottle. ]

How big is it?

[ The answer will probably determine how much he needs to drink. ]
vorrutyer: (super broody)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-25 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Byerly takes a bracing swig before handing it over. ]

Enough to wipe out a whole city. No survivors.
dendarii: (cunning plan)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-25 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Simon and Wash would get on fantastically, Miles is sure of it. ]

Picture the blandest person you've ever met. Double it. And then give him a perfect memory and the most incredible edge of sarcasm and put him in charge of the intelligence community for three planets. After surviving a few wars and a Pretendership.
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-25 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ With a slight laugh; ] Double the blandest person sounds like how people usually describe me.

About as much of a ray of sunshine as I am, then?
dendarii: (good point)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-25 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Oh yes. I've never actually seen the man drink.
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-25 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yay. Someone who's as much of a killjoy as he is. Briefly wondering if he doesn't drink for anywhere near the same reason that he himself avoids it, but it doesn't seem like way, not from how Byerly had described it. ]

Commiserate sounds like a good choice of word, then.

Think he'd really take that kindly to you showing up with a bunch of extra-dimensional space marines in tow? [ BECAUSE WASH HIMSELF SURE WOULDN'T. ] Or your parents, for that matter?

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