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Re: Beginning of commentfic: Ship Duty

Date: 2010-08-06 04:20 am (UTC)
azurelunatic: A glittery black pin badge with a blue holographic star in the middle. (Default)
From: [personal profile] azurelunatic
It's merely the tip of the whole thematic iceberg. We got to see enough of Betan Therapy in general with Cordelia, though I like to imagine that she got some of the worst of it, given that it was post-war irrationality, that I am permanently given the shudders by the concept, even when it's relatively a small encounter.

Re: Ship Duty 2

Date: 2010-08-06 04:22 am (UTC)
azurelunatic: A glittery black pin badge with a blue holographic star in the middle. (Default)
From: [personal profile] azurelunatic
*very toothy grin* Oh, I *like* Byerly when he's in plotting-mode.
azurelunatic: A glittery black pin badge with a blue holographic star in the middle. (Default)
From: [personal profile] azurelunatic
Miles Naismith Vorkosigan has canon physical disabilities including brittle bones, resulting in both planned and unplanned surgery. He is also described as "hyper".


Staying still was sometimes more torture than the doctors and the knives and the braces. Miles lay in bed after the latest round of medical intervention, twitching. He'd tried to run. He'd fallen. It hadn't ended well.

He couldn't move, but he could read. There was a stack of book-discs on the table, taller than the carafe of water, just within reach. Miles pulled one of them over, put it in the hand-viewer, buzzed through a few paragraphs. He'd already read that bit, and it wasn't useful. Not right now. He ran his finger down the stack and picked another.

An hour later the whole stack was scattered in various attitudes about his bed, new sections highlighted and more half-finished notes shot throughout them, and the beginnings of a plan drawn out on his personal tablet. The rest would have to wait until Ivan, or better, Elena, visited. Ivan might argue. Miles had seen the telltale signs of a Bothari lecture in some of Elena's discomposed mannerisms, and it might be a week before she forgot what Bothari termed "her place" enough to offer command-level criticism of his tactics.

Access to the attics was unsecured, at least once one was already within the confines of Vorkosigan House. Miles deputized Ivan to do the running, and the lifting, and Elena to fetch book-discs from the library if they weren't already available on the console in Miles's room. Miles found the familiar routines of a Plan comforting, amidst the exciting new details of implementation. "You can go help Ivan haul," he told Elena, and pulled the manual closer. Why yes, they might indeed be able to get away with only three power packs, and there would be no need for a special converter after all, if they just.... He allowed himself to become immersed in the details once again.

It was finally finished, and Miles beamed at their creation. With the loyal help of Ivan and Elena, they had converted an old military-issue cot and a camping chair (retrieved from the attic) to accept the field generators from no fewer than six sets of various-sized antigrav crutches (most of which had been stuffed into various corners of Miles's closet): three pair on the bottom, for lift; two pair rear-facing at the stern, for propulsion; a single unit pointed port and starboard at the front, for steering.

"Does it work?" Elena asked.

"Only one way to find out!" Miles said, grinning so widely he felt his face might crack.

Ivan accomplished the transfer with the ease born of long practice. Miles held the controls in his lap and toggled the first three pairs. With a slight hum as the antigravs drew power, the bed lifted, just barely clearing the floor.

Ivan drew in a breath and held it as Miles bumped the controls for the rear units. With the unit turned at a right angle to the primary gravitational pull, with a frictionless cushion of antigrav below the cot, it ought to -- yes, there was the thrust. Miles goosed the switches in fractional-second pulses, unwilling to get too much speed in the confines of his room.

"Let's try the hall!" he suggested. "Get the door!"

Ivan palmed the door open, and Miles eased the bed through.

The hall on this level of the wing was long and straight. Miles sped down it, suffering himself to accept Ivan's help turning around at the end before zooming back.

As riveting as speed was, the attraction soon palled. "I want to try outside," Miles said. It was the work of only a few moments to get the bed into the lift, which was the nice kind, sized like a cargo lift with great wide doors and plenty of interior room, but fitted to match the rest of Vorkosigan House, down to the parquetry tiles on the floor. Miles vibrated in the bed. He'd done it! Yes, there was certainly a perfectly good float-chair that he would be able to use as soon as the doctors cleared him again, but that was beside the point. He'd done this himself. He cheered, internally, as they descended.

"I'll turn you, so you can get out," Ivan said, already reaching for the bed in anticipation of permission.

"No, let me," Miles said, and manipulated his switches.

A few things happened at once, and very fast.

The bed shot forward, vibrating from side to side and up and down.
The antigrav units emitted some very unhappy sounds as all twelve slightly-misaligned units on the bed phased in interesting and never-designed-to-do-that ways with the more powerful antigrav units in the lift.
The lift slammed to a halt.
The bed hit the floor and friction dragged it also to a halt.
Ivan yelled and Elena shrieked.
The lights in the lift blew.

"Oh, hell," Miles said into the dim emergency glow, and for once Elena did not reprimand him on his language. They waited, in silence, for the Armsmen to come with the repair crew.

That evening, his mother perched on the side of his stupid immobile bed in his stupid closet of a room, and sighed. "Miles, you really must--"

She paused, and Miles tensed. She had already given all three of them the engineering lecture about what had gone wrong as soon as the repair crew hauled them to safety. Worse, Elena had had better questions about antigrav theory than he had. Bothari would have heard the security report by now. What if Bothari had said he couldn't play with Elena anymore?

His mother sighed again. "You must think of the other possible outcomes of any plan. Victory is never assured. Therefore, a strategy that only encompasses victory is insufficient, particularly when its modes of failure are unacceptable." She patted Miles's hand, then fluttered out in a swirl of tan skirts, leaving Miles alone with his thoughts.

Re: Beginning of commentfic: Ship Duty

Date: 2010-08-06 12:54 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Well, you know, it did so well for Mark....

I think it's generally presented in the books as a Good Thing, except for maybe an occasional abberation like Cordelia's encounter; but I think that the author is missing some of the creepiness, or has forgotten it.
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From: [personal profile] rydra_wong
\o/ Want to give me a title for linkage purposes?
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From: [personal profile] azurelunatic
I had not thought of a title until this moment, but it is, as it must apparently be: "Forward Momentum".
rydra_wong: Lee Miller photo showing two women wearing metal fire masks in England during WWII. (Default)
From: [personal profile] rydra_wong
Of course it must be!

Ship Duty 3: Now with warnings!

Date: 2010-08-06 02:52 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Warning: I'm referencing (non-graphic) abuse in the past by Serg Vorbarr and Ges Vorrutyer, and some really horrible (but typically Barrayaran) treatment of the victims afterward. So par for the universe, but still warning-worthy.


“A promotion?” Ivan laughed at that; By looked hurt. “I’d just be promoted to ship duty."

“Not an ordinary promotion. The kind where you can ask for your next assignment -- and get it.”

Ivan shook his head. “Those don’t exactly grow on trees.”

By had taken the chair and pulled out a datapadd; he was scribbling at a furious rate. “No,” he said slowly. “Not trees. But they do grow on treason. Yes, this could do very well.... I mean finding it, not committing it, by the way.”

“I know what you meant,” Ivan snapped, suddenly angry. “I’m not going to let some nefarious scheme come to fruition just so I can get me some glory or whatever the hell you’re thinking of.”

By looked up from the datapadd, his expression very calm. He was angry, too; he wasn’t trying to hide it, so much, as control it. He didn’t look fribbly at all any more. He looked like he could beat the shit out of Ivan and not for fun. “You are confusing me with someone else,” he said, very crisply. “I do not stand aside. That said, I can’t exactly be jumping at shadows, either. No one will take my word about the Vorlaigles. Hell, I don’t even take my word about the Vorlaigles.”

There was bad blood of some kind between the Vorrutyers and the Vorlaigles; Ivan didn’t know the details, didn’t want to know, but every Vor hostess knew better than to invite members of both families to her soirée. If someone did and she were lucky, her guests would merely walk out on her; there had been some scandals, when Ivan was a child, that he vaguely remembered included bloodshed. If By thought the Vorlaigles were up to something -- why? – he was right that no one would believe him.

“I won’t press some claim just on your say-so,” he said, though he knew he was looking for a reason to still be mad. By couldn’t be so stupid as to expect him to do anything like that.

“No, no. You’ll find out. I only talk like I’m doubtful, because I know I’m biased. I’m sure. This will work. You find out, you bring it to proper authorities, they throw roseleaves on you, you ask for some cushy post in HQ. We could make sure you get nicely beaten up somehow. All the girls will throw themselves at you.”

“And the Ivanophiles.”

“Just so.” By cheered at the thought, briefly.

“So what’s your beef with the Vorlaigles?” Ivan asked. “And why are you so sure they are plotting treason?”

By frowned. “How much of that history do you know?”

A shrug. “I know not to invite a Vorrutyer and a Vorlaigle to the same party. Beyond that....”

“Ok. This goes back -- way back. The Count Vorlaigle at that time opposed the invasion of Escobar.”

“That does go back.” Before he was born, certainly. How much older was Byerly? He had to admit he wasn’t entirely sure: By was the only person he knew of who had successfully gotten himself kicked out of every Vor school he’d been enrolled in, and so he had no idea how many grades ahead of him By had been. Funny how kids measured time in schoolyears. A few. Maybe not so many. Did he even have a diploma? He looked pretty young, but he also had a reputation for using fancy face creams to be pretty, and avoiding hard work and the sun.

By, unaware of his distraction, was explaining thirty years of Vor feud with admirable economy. “Basically, Prince Serg and Sainted Uncle Ges ended their opposition. The Vorlaigle heir was found drowned in a sewer in the Caravanserai in Vorbarr Sultana.”

“Argh.” The sewer did not seem appreciably better than, say, a tidal pump on the Thames river. Possibly less stink.

“Sorry.” He actually did seem apologetic. “No one proved it was them, but no one would, either. They also assaulted Countess Vorlaigle.”

“A Countess?” Ivan said, incredulous.

“It was hushed up,” By said sourly. “Anyway. That is why they hate the Vorrutyers. They can’t exactly hate the Emperor for it.”

“At least not publicly.”

“Exactly. They feud with us, but my family has not exactly been shy in returning the favor. I’m not even sure if my cousins know why.”

“You don’t seem the feuding type, though,” Ivan observed. “Why are you so biased?”

By fumbled his stylus. Ivan almost didn’t see it; he caught himself quickly and smoothly and then it was as if nothing had happened. “Not long after the war, they decided to return the favor on one of Ges’ relatives, never mind that my Uncle was dead and wouldn’t have cared anyway. I’m fine,” he insisted, waving his hand. Ivan nodded. Of course he was. “They were amateurs.” Now that was an unsettling thought, that By had opinions on the quality of his abuse. “But I’m not a trustworthy witness against them.”

“No, I can see that. Who’s involved, d’you think?”

“The current Count’s younger brother and sister, and possibly the Dowager Countess.”

“The Dowager Countess Vorlaigle?” Ivan repeated in shock. He knew neither of Count Vorlaigle’s younger sibs except by sight: they were near his own age, and handsome, though the girl was brunette while the rest of the family was blond. She’d always been acknowledged a Vorlaigle, though. He’d exchanged polite words with the Count -- very polite, they’d taken each other in instant dislike -- but he didn’t remember hearing of a Dowager Countesses Vorlaigle in his lifetime.

By looked very grim. “They ‘hushed it up’ by putting her in an insane asylum. Not one of the nice ones. She’s been moved around a few times, but never let out. I don’t know if she was mad then – probably, since my uncle was nothing if not thorough -- but she probably is now. And if she does want revenge, she has reason. If she were aimed at Serg and Ges, I’d give her a disrupter and cheer.”

“Wait. The younger Vorlaigles were born after the war. Whose children are they?” Divorce among the high Vor was unheard of, even in extreme cases of madness and abuse, and anyway she wouldn’t still be Dowager Countess -- or obscure -- oh. Ivan swallowed his rising gorge. Conjugal visits to the insane asylum, for someone who had been treated as Prince Serg was known to treat women...that was vile.

By apparently saw from his face that he didn’t need to answer. “I believe that, denied their right to justice, they have turned to a more serious sort of revenge than just hurting teenagers for the hell of it.”

Ivan suddenly remembered something that turned the idea of treason from being too implausibly long-term, after three decades, to seeming the natural, almost proper, order of the Vorlaigle lives. “Isn’t...isn't the Vorlaigle girl’s name Jessie?”

“Why do you think I believe they will never forget?” By replied. He looked more sad than anything else. “I don’t want them to have been planning treason. I don’t want them executed. I want them -- salvaged. Somehow. Why do you think I’ve let this sit as long as I have?”

Ivan could understand that. He really could. But he’d always known that By’s venom and vanity hid a lethally sharp understanding of people; how could his darts find their target without it? He believed, down to his toes, that By was right about the Vorlaigles. He wondered how long By had thought them acting on treason, and stood aside in guilt and self-doubt. “And you think I can do it?”

“I can’t think of anyone else who’d bother to try.”

Re: Ship Duty 2

Date: 2010-08-06 06:14 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)

Ship Duty Apology

Date: 2010-08-06 06:50 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I need to apologize. No one has called me on it, but I just noticed that the names of the secondary OC are drawn from Haitian history. This is at best weird and appropriative and at worst offensive and appropriative.

I'm sorry. I should have been more careful in my search for French-derived names.

(no subject)

Date: 2010-08-07 02:42 am (UTC)
nwhepcat: sam winchester broody (sam insomnielle)
From: [personal profile] nwhepcat
Supernatural: Sam has Tourette Syndrome -- preferably without the cursing, but with physical tics and vocalizations. It waxes and wanes depending on a variety of factors -- worse when he's stressed, better (or almost gone) when he's intensely focused. Though he used meds during his time in Stanford, he feels they slow down his reflexes during a hunt. I'd love to see a fic set in early or mid S1, where Sam's going off his meds and dealing with his grief, and Dean isn't sure what to make of this Sam he barely recognizes (and perhaps he wasn't diagnosed until he was at Stanford).
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From: [personal profile] bliumchik
This is great, really rang true for Miles :)

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Date: 2010-08-08 03:52 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] gwenfrankenstien
Young Wizards, Darryl. An alternate ending to A Wizard Alone. Surely there's a way to trap the Lone Power without coercing Darryl into accepting a magical cure.

(no subject)

Date: 2010-08-09 06:24 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Inception, Cobb has PTSD because of Mal.

V. busy at work

Date: 2010-08-10 03:44 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
So it will be a few days. But I know how the rest of it goes, so it won't be unfinished, in case anyone is waiting with bated breath.

(no subject)

Date: 2010-08-12 10:05 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Star Trek AOS: I saw it mentioned in a con report that people were agreeing that the think Kirk has bipolar. I'd love to see something done with that idea!


Date: 2010-08-12 06:22 pm (UTC)
gloss: (Bucky: heart on my sleeve)
From: [personal profile] gloss
to this earth we fall
I've been here for so long, I can feel it coming down on me/I'm just a slow emotion replay of somebody I used to be.
Marvel comics, Bucky Barnes & Nick Fury, PG, 3600 words
For Festibility: how Bucky got his new arm and Fury was the worst rehab therapist ever.
Note: Both characters were born well before WWII and their worldviews are...not quite in synch with modern attitudes; readers should be warned for ableist language and convictions. Title and summary from The The; beta by G.

(no subject)

Date: 2010-08-13 08:04 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] cesy
Paralympics RPF: anything.

Re: V. busy at work

Date: 2010-08-13 05:02 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] james
I only just now came back to look for more and OH MY GOD this is fantastic. The plot is, as they say, thickening so wonderfully!

I love that Ivan considered and rejected the idea of just going to Gregor -- sad that he feels like Gregor would be "bothered by distant cousins" when it's really a serious problem he's got. But I love so much By's solution.

This is wonderful and twisty and amazing.

Re: Beginning of commentfic: Ship Duty

Date: 2010-08-13 06:09 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] lady81bird
Great beginning - you definitely have me hooked!

Re: Ship Duty 2

Date: 2010-08-13 06:26 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] lady81bird
I find it interesting that you point out a sort of similarity between Miles and By - in my opinion there is something. It's in a way hinted in Civil Campaign: By says something along the lines of "He critiqued my technique" to Ivan referring to the way he helped Donna/Dono. I do not think Miles would actually take time to have a conversation like that with someone he doesn't consider worth attention.
(I've always felt sorry that LMB didn't write more about the "Donna/Dono" and pre-story of that decision - in my opinion it's a story that deserves its own book).

Re: Ship Duty 3: Now with warnings!

Date: 2010-08-13 06:34 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] lady81bird
Oh, backstory. Backstory is great. Backstory is very great!

Re: Ship Duty 3: Now with warnings!

Date: 2010-08-13 06:38 pm (UTC)
beatrice_otter: When you choose an action, you choose the consequences of that action. (Action and Consequences)
From: [personal profile] beatrice_otter
Ooh, this is just starting to get good!

Re: Ship Duty 3: Now with warnings!

Date: 2010-08-13 07:06 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] opusculus
Thank you for writing this! I love the whole concept of this as well as the way Ivan and Byerly's interactions work and the way that it...feels Barrayaran? If that's the right way to put it, but I can't think of a better one.

Re: Ship Duty 3: Now with warnings!

Date: 2010-08-14 12:21 am (UTC)
beatrice_otter: History will attend to itself.  It always does. (History will attend to itself)
From: [personal profile] beatrice_otter
Was rereading this. Daughter's name Jessie, dark while the family is fair. Had a brain flash--is she Ges Vorrutyer's daughter? Gah!

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