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[barrayarmods]

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Barrayar ⚔ Cetaganda ⚔ The Invasion

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The Village ⚔ The Barrayaran Camp ⚔ The Cetagandan Base ⚔ The Fight

You've been on Barrayar for a while now, and you're finally starting to adjust. Or maybe you're not. Maybe this is all still too much for you – the attacks, the constant raids, living in the middle of a war zone by no choice of your own. But if you want to live long enough to make it back home one day, you might as well do what you can to help the war effort. Besides, where else are you going to go?

The fierce Barrayaran winter rages even to the southern end of the continent, and it's been none too kind to Vorkosigan's District. Temperatures at sea level are well below freezing, and up in the mountains, it's even colder. Several inches of snow already blanket most of the mountains all the way down to the Cetagandan base, and the storm that's just started up is only bringing more down. Visibility is low in the flurries, wind swirling snow everywhere, and God help you if you get lost on your own out in the storm. Nights are cold, these days.

A recent attack on the Cetagandan base has left half their facilities damaged and in disarray. Raid parties snuck in by night, planting bombs in previously scouted locations for maximum effect. Damage to the base's water treatment plant and organic grow labs have considerably impacted the Cetagandans' food and water supply, and in the chaos caused by the explosions, the Barrayaran guerrillas raided their medbay and made off with a considerable bounty of medical supplies. One man's bane is another man's boon, and while the Cetagandans have reserve supplies to sustain them for now, some of the damage is extensive and the repairs will take time. But in the meantime, the Barrayarans have scored a precious victory as well as equally precious resources.



the village
The Riverfall villagers are used to the harsh winters of the Dendarii mountains, and though they don't have much themselves, they are happy to offer what they can in terms of cold-weather clothing and extra blankets to those allied with the guerrillas. Despite the cold, the hill children are going wild in the snow, and they may try to lure you into their play by sneakily pelting you with snowballs.

Cetagandan allies, however, may not be met so warmly, and at the first sight of ghem soldiers, any children out playing in the snow will be immediately ushered into their homes. Unaccompanied outsiders from the Cetagandan base might have an easier time talking to the hillfolk, but any attempt at digging information about the guerrillas out of them will get you stonewalled fast. A sneaky hill child or two may steal away from their home to approach one of the "bad guy" outsiders to sate their curiosity.



the barrayaran camp
Morale is higher than it has been in a while after their recent victory, and the guerrillas are in high spirits. And do they ever love their spirits – as night falls, most of the Barrayarans gathered around the campfires are enjoying the deceptively named, dangerously alcoholic moonshine they call maple mead. It might start out sweet, but it burns all the way down, and a few glasses of that stuff will tank even the heaviest Barrayaran soldier.

But the storm rages on despite their celebration, and preparations must be made. Clearing as much snow off the tents as possible will help ensure that no tents collapse overnight, the horses need to be tended to, and the officers are always running training drills. Food is in real supply now, but the guerrillas need help foraging and hunting nonetheless. And when night falls, you'll have to find a way to keep yourself warm – it's a good thing there are a cozy ten of you to a tent.



the cetagandan base
The Cetagandans outnumber their guerrilla enemies almost seventy-to-one, so their base has not been completely devastated, but it hardly looks to be the work of a few raiding parties. Nothing is beyond repair, but the water treatment plant has been taken offline, which means that all water is now locally sourced and must be treated by hand with purification tablets. No one in the base will starve, but fresh food is mostly unavailable until they get the grow labs back online, which means that meals are mostly comprised of ration bars and MREs. Morale isn't exactly at an all-time low, but none of the ghem officers seem to be in a good mood.

They won't hesitate to put you to work, either. They need all the engineers and laborers they can get for the grow labs and the treatment plant, and the medbay's inventory needs to be thoroughly audited before they can send a request for more supplies. But if you need a break, it's not too hard to slip away for a little quiet downtime. Some of the lower-ranked ghem ladies might let you participate in some more artistic activities, or maybe some of the enlisted soldiers who are a little more used to you by now might invite you into one of their Cetagandan games of strategy. Or, since the treatment plant only affected potable water, you could appreciate your comfortable surroundings and take a nice hot soak in the bathroom while everyone else is working.


the fight
PVP
You're in the midst of a skirmish with the other side -- maybe you signed up for the battle, maybe you just got caught up in the fight -- but at least it's easy to tell who's on what side. Only one side is wielding swords, and the other guns.

But then you come across someone who doesn't look like they're either -- not one of the rugged Barrayarans or the face-painted Cetagandans, but an outsider, an exotic like you. They must be. So do you fight?

RECON
Maybe you're not on the front lines, but there's plenty more to winning the war than just fighting. You're partnered with another outsider on recon; the ground is cold, and you try not to let your shoes crunch too loudly on snow as you scout, scanning for patrols or supply lines.

Or maybe you're with the Cetagandans, hiking it thorugh the mountains with one of your fellow exotics in an attempt to locate the enemy camp. Except it's damned cold, and there's hidden ice everywhere, and everything is starting to really look the same.

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Feel free to write prompts for your character on either side -- you don't have to choose just one for the TDM! Just label it clearly so folks know. GO WILD, MY FRIENDS

Comments

[vorrutyer]

Yes, Byerly thinks in furious frustration. A very, very special kind. The kind who won't just walk away, even though it'd be smarter, even though his zealous service to Barrayar in this time might cause a damned time paradox and make it so he wasn't even born. The kind of idiot who takes nothing seriously except his oath to his Emperor and to ImpSec, and so who won't put his own well-being and the well-being of the fabric of the universe ahead of that promise. The kind of idiot who keeps forgetting that sometimes, these Old Vor sons of bitches just decide that they know what the truth is, and won't ever, ever listen to you, even when what you're saying is plainly the truth, even when you wouldn't lie about it, even when they have no reason to stick to their own story except stupid pride and hatred of you...

For just a brief, quick flash, the look that Byerly shoots Piotr is pure Vorrutyer. A look of arrogant, contemptuous, elegant hatred, haughty superiority and dislike. Not the sort of look that a (putative) serviceman should be shooting a superior officer - but exactly the sort of look that Vorrutyers have given Vorkosigans at various points throughout Barrayaran history.

"Fine," he says, jerking his shoulder to shift the grip of the burly armsman gripping his right. His joints are starting to ache. "Then turn me loose to shovel snow and drool and shamble about like the special sort of idiot I am, sir. I serve at your pleasure." However misguided that pleasure might be.

laughs softly

[oldvor]

Oh, that's a Vorrutyer, alright. Don't think he doesn't know it, Byerly -- his grandfather was Le Sanguinaire, after all. Piotr Vorkosigan knows the Vorrutyers well. Piotr returns the look with one of his own -- not so haughty and superior as it is full of razor-edged conviction and, above all else, a loyalty to the Emperor so whole and tenable that there's nothing Piotr wouldn't do in his service. Jaw tight, eyes hard, Piotr leans in close to Byerly with that uncomfortable Vorkosigan aura of utter intensity.

"No, you don't," he growls. "You serve at the Emperor's command. Take care not to forget that, Vorrutyer."

He straightens up, a look of disgust washing over his face. "I have neither the patience nor the time to entertain insubordinate malcontents. You're of better use to me working than idle, but even an impotent worm can make for good bait."

He doesn't deign to clarify that, only raising his eyebrows slightly at Byerly. "Now," he says brusquely, "if you have any intelligence to substantiate these claims to security, bring them to my attention immediately. Otherwise..." He nods to one of the liveried men holding Byerly's arms. "Armsman, please show this man to the stables."

That's right, Byerly, you're on mucking duty.