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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-05-03 07:28 pm

[ may i log: the good fight ]

Who: Everyone
What: The culmination of months of planning and suffering finally comes to bear as the Barrayarans launch their debilitating attack on the Cetagandan base. Politics, as always, go sight unseen but felt everywhere.
When: May 1st - 18th
Where: the Barrayaran camp, the Cetagandan base, Riverfall Village
Warnings: TBD

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

TIMELINE
5/5 Eavesdropping
5/7 Hacking
5/11 Mystery Plot
5/15 Attack on the Cetagandan base


riverfall
The village is finally starting to get back on its feet after a few blessedly uneventful weeks. Other than the routine Cetagandan patrols, there hasn't been much activity in the village, and no new strife. The villagers merely continue their rebuilding efforts and tend to their fields, and they'll still gladly accept any help offered by outsiders.

With the village down nearly half its population, there's room to grow, even after last month's fight destroyed some of the homes, so Speaker Gura has been taking in refugees from other nearby hill villages – about ten refugees have moved to settle anew in Riverfall in the last few weeks.

barrayar
The time to strike is now.

All three camps are preoccupied with preparations for the attack on the 15th: as far as Barrayaran intelligence knows, no reinforcements are on their way to the Cetagandan base, and the guerrillas need to strike while the Cetagandans are still down nearly half their forces. It's the only shot they have at forcing the occupying troops to leave Vorkosigan Vashnoi and give them a chance at retaking the city – and they're not throwing away this shot, because they might not get another one.

The political unease surrounding Dorca and Yuri is a quieter tension, plaguing only those politically savvy (or well-positioned) enough to understand the situation, but if you're paying close enough attention to the moody Crown Prince, you'll note that Yuri's primary concern isn't the outsiders, but something much closer to home. He's never been a particularly warm man by anyone's account, but lately he's especially given to foul moods, and only part of it is grief for his most recently deceased son.

All further attempts at hostage negotiation from Zahal have been as curtly denied as the first, and just about as politely. Incorporating a rescue plan into their attack strategy wasn't exactly easy, but they won't get another shot than this at rescuing Princess Sonia – or Byerly, whose cover as a spy was recently blown during a failed attempt at smuggling Sonia out of the base. On the 15th, the Barrayarans prepare for war, some donning Cetagandan uniforms and face paint, others swiping mud over their faces to better camouflage themselves in the dark.

And the attack is a success. There's no real such thing as acceptable loss, but the top brass consider the 70 lives spent on the attack a fair cost for what they got: almost destroying the immediate Cetagandan power supply and the return of their Princess. Plus Byerly. The mood lightens considerably, but there is no rest in war, and just as soon as they take their next victory, Piotr, Dorca and Yuri are already planning the next move: finally retaking Vorkosigan Vashnoi.

camp
All three camps are heavily preparing, officers running drills nearly around the clock, quartermasters taking inventory and making sure every piece of equipment is clean and in working order, medical officers and techs preparing the sickbay tent as best they can for the inevitable injured who will return.

But despite the impending mission, tensions are still rising within the army – while top brass is vocally discouraging the fights that have broken out, it hasn't put a complete stop to them, and no one has openly endorsed the outsiders except for Piotr Vorkosigan. Vorvolk and Yuri are both still staunchly in the skeptic camp at best, but Dorca does not seem to have passed a final judgment on the outsiders before the attack. Perhaps he's merely biding his time, because for all the dissent about the outsiders, the Emperor hasn't barred Piotr from letting them participate in critical missions.

The soldiers make enough noise about it on their own. They're especially tetchy about the outsiders who crossed over from the Cetagandan side – they're as good as spies, as far as some of the soldiers are concerned. But even worse is letting Duv Galeni, a Komarran, not only remain in camp and feed on their resources, but actively participate in missions. For the most part, the soldiers in camp who have known the outsiders from the start and have befriended them are sticking with them, but the half of Piotr's army that was with Vorvolk after the split when the location of their last camp was discovered by the Cetagandans are nearly as suspicious as the Vorbarra battalion. Hostility towards Duv and those who escaped from the Cetagandan camp is especially severe, and it's no secret that some of them would prefer the outsiders dead rather than taking up space and resources in their army, though no one has been so bold as to actually make any attempts. Falco Vorkalloner, one of the Rangers who had been in Vorvolk's half of the army, hasn't been afraid to make his voice heard, though. He's even been heard saying that he thinks someone ought to make an example out of the Komarran and demonstrate just what they think of those who would side with the Cetagandans.

After the attack, the atmosphere of the camp is noticeably changed – the return of the Princess as well as what can only be considered a resounding victory for the Barrayarans has led to a jubilant and triumphant environment. And with Barrayarans, all celebration comes with a whole lot of drinking. Wine, vodka and maple mead are passed around aplenty in the nights and days following the attack, as soldiers burn offerings for their dead comrades and trade stories of action.

The tension with the outsiders begins to lessen after this victory, too. The fact that two outsiders, Wash and Lucy, are responsible for the Princess's rescue goes a long way toward relations between the outsiders and the rest of the army, and after the attack, Dorca gives the outsiders his endorsement as comrades to be trusted and honorary warriors fighting alongside them. Of course, this doesn't mean all hostility and tension merely dissipates – there are still plenty of soldiers like the now-deceased Falco who still think the outsiders are a threat and a parasitic presence. But things do start to lighten up a little after this victory...finally.

missions
General Piotr Vorkosigan himself leads the attack on the Cetagandan base, and Yuri leads his own contingent. Although there are some hitches getting in undetected, their plans to disable base security are overall successful, as is their sabotage of the power supply generators and Sonia and Byerly's rescue.

Meanwhile, Lakshmi and Sisko have found Falco Vorkalloner's dead body, and while it looks like an accident, it also looks like someone might have taken care to make sure it looked like one.

The unabridged mission results can be found here.

cetaganda
The social relief brought by the flower-viewing party quickly fades, and tension settles back over the Cetagandan base, underlined by Zahal's frustration with Piotr's flat-out refusal to meet his demands, or even so much as discuss them. He's sent more than one political ransom demand since Dorca's arrival, too, but to no effect. Given the recent guerrilla activity in Vorkosigan Vashnoi, he knows Piotr must be planning something, but with no informants left in the Barrayaran army, his intelligence is dry, and the investigations into weapons smuggling were ultimately fruitless. All known civilian resistance cells seem to have scattered and disappeared, their bases of operation boarded up or burned down. All he can do is concentrate as many troops as he can afford on the city's occupation, though he doesn't leave the base totally unmanned. But he does add another thousand troops to the occupying force in Vorkosigan Vashnoi in the week before the attack on the base.

Not everyone is being sent over, though, and the transfer doesn't make for as smooth a cover as one might hope. Gail is caught on an unauthorized trip to the city while off duty, and you might hear -- or overhear -- the dressing-down he gets from his commanding officer for it. He doesn't appear to have a ready excuse for it -- at least, not one that doesn't sound flimsy as hell.

Military matters affect those of the Star Crèche, however, and Zahal's frustration does not touch that sphere. Not that it isn't without its own tensions -- anyone who spends enough time with Diya and Sei (and Ba Talim, for that matter) will feel the rising tensions between them, though their origins are as obscure as the haut always are. The Star Gate Project, now officially under the jurisdiction of the Star Crèche, continues on with Micah at the lead, although they haven't for a moment forgotten that they are a prisoner here, or where their true loyalties lie.

After the attack, Zahal's fury reaches a boiling point, and since the Barrayarans did so much infrastructural damage, the consequences of military matters finally reach Diya and Sei, rankling them, too. The power shortage and damage to the science/medical complex has put a serious damper on Star Gate research, although as far as anyone is aware, the gene therapy trials and other related Star Crèche research goes on unimpeded, thanks to the successful protection of the secondary backup generator, which seems to exist only to power the medbay and gene labs. But since power is a hot commodity right now, Zahal is going to start pushing to reroute some of that power to what the haut would probably deem as lower priority needs.

base
The mood around the base is restless, Zahal's frustration trickling down into tensions among his officers and seeping into the very atmosphere. They're hardly prepared for the attack that comes because they don't even know what to expect. The soldiers all seem on edge, nervous, a little tetchy, particularly after Tarn's altercation with Diya and Natasha, and then the failed attempt to smuggle out the Princess -- but that did, at least, lead to the outing of Byerly Vorrutyer as a spy among the Cetagandans, confirming some suspicions held by the higher brass in Cetagandan intelligence. About the only comfort, if one can call it that, in all this tension is Byerly's summary fast-penta interrogation.

The gene therapy trials, despite some...trials, continue, and with much greater success than last month. Sei and Diya are as impassive as ever, but even so, there's a tangible undercurrent of mixed relief and triumph. Micahworks as feverishly as ever on the Star Gate Project with the aid and oversight of the military's scientific division and the exotics working as lab assistants. The satellite launch has proven to be a highly productive venture -- it's yielding data they couldn't have gathered otherwise, which is proving to be critical, and Micah spends time having Kaidan, Symmetra and Pearl put through another series of brain scans and consulting the neurology team as they study the results.

Although Sei is never seen outside of her force bubble, and doesn't actually travel around the base all that much, her presence seems to dominate the more civilian areas of the base, overshadowing even Diya -- although Diya is considerably less visible around the base after her altercation with Tarn. Amai is, of course, somehow seen just about everywhere, a constant social and professional presence that refuses to let anyone forget she's there. But after the 5th, she seems to be troubled -- she's far less impassive than the haut, and her anxiety and discomfort are much easier to see.

After the attack, Diya seems somewhat shaken -- it's almost impossible to tell how Sei is affected, but with facilities down, audits are being done on all existing projects to determine what's important enough to remain active while they have limited power. The base isn't quite in a shambles, but there's a lot of damage -- while the Barrayarans personally only carry swords and bows, they clearly have no issue with taking the Cetagandans' plasma arcs to wreak havoc at home -- and the atmosphere is overall demoralized. Sending more troops to Vorkosigan Vashnoi was clearly the wrong move, and it's a bitter pill to swallow, but Zahal begins to recall troops from the city in small waves to help better man the base, knowing full well that this must have been what Piotr intended.

missions
A few interesting tidbits are overheard in the dark of night, and Amai finds herself in the uniquely uncomfortable position of holding Diya's dark secret in one hand, and Sei's in the other -- and Ba Talim seems to know something, though it isn't clear what. And some creative hacking turns up some unexpected dirt on Sei that makes Diya's illicit ba experiments look like mere misdemeanors.

Despite the best efforts of the soldiers and the exotics and the fact that, even undermanned, they still outnumber the guerrillas by a landslide, the base is still overrun by Barrayarans and their attack is successful. The main and backup power generators are totally disabled for the time being, and it's unclear how long it will be before full power is restored to the base.

The unabridged mission results can be found here.

Note: Gavalas, Olivia, Zahal, Diya, and Sei & Ba Talim are available for threads on request. Hit up Madi (Gavalas, Diya, Sei & Ba Talim) or Ammay (Olivia & Zahal) if you'd like threads with these characters!
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B hey buddy

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-05 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Wash is out here less because he's stir crazy and more because he needs a little space and time to clear his head. The camp's louder and rowdier than usual with all the celebrating, but he's never been the type for that, just wants to keep his head and focus on what's left to do. On Natasha, on getting her out of there. On the lingering specter of Vorkosigan Vashnoi. There's someone else out here, though, and ah, not the type for small talk, sure, neither is he, that's fine, apologize and move on, except. Those scars. His eyes narrow, his gaze flicking briefly down over to the stunner. Damn.

"Tarn, right?" Has to be. "Your reputation precedes you."

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Re: B hey buddy

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-05 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Tarn’s eyebrow creeps up as he regards the stranger skeptically. He’s never seen this one before, and the lack of Cetagandan uniform paints a fairly clear picture of where this man comes from. He’s familiar enough with the Barrayaran look by now.

The scarring around his right eye twists as it narrows.

“Apparently so. “ He frowns, brushing a stray lock of hair behind his ear. “One wonders what sort of stories you’ve heard."
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-05 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Definitely Tarn, then. Shit. He's on his own, has a knife on him because he always does, but with a stunner. The way Miles had described him, too, did seem like he knew how to at least handle himself in a fight, but then again, if Ratchet had been able to do that much to him even with their limited training -- no. No, he shouldn't be thinking of doing anything that stupid. Not on his own, not when no one knows where he is.

A shrug. "What d'you think I've heard?"
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-05 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well..." A smile curves at the corners of his mouth. He shrugs his own shoulder in turn, taking a few measured steps toward the stranger. The black eye that he earned in his fight with Natasha is nearly healed, leaving only the lightest bruise on his cheekbone. The scab of his split lip and the gash on his forehead have taken a bit longer to disappear.

"I think that would depend on who you've been talking to."
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-05 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
He's heard a lot of things about you. Torturer and a sadist. Vicious. Drove a certain someone's best friend insane. Got beaten up by him, though, and ah, got beaten up by Natasha, too. There's also the part where you're used to being a thirty foot tank, but that's not relevant here, at least. He thinks he'd be a fair match for you, stunner or not, but he's misjudged that before, though he takes stock of Tarn's injuries, the light bruise, the scar on his forehead. How much is that from Natasha, he wonders.

"I've been talking to a whole lot of people, actually." In other words, a complete non-answer, and he knows it, he's not bothering to put in a whole lot of effort into evading. "What do you think you're doing back here? Hoping to run into someone you can pick on?"

'Cause buddy, he ain't Sonia. He'll give you hell.
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-05 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Clasping his hands neatly in front of him, Tarn flawlessly mimics a sweet smile.

"I'm simply going for a walk. Getting some fresh air and a change of scenery is good for the mind." The smile doesn't fade, seeming grossly out of place against his true nature

"Now let me guess," Tarn taps a finger on his chin, ruby eyes boring directly into Wash's, burning with intensity. "You've been talking to Ratchet, haven't you?"
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-05 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, that smile. Tarn's the type that likes to play then, is he? Wash isn't really in the mood for games, but he finds himself smiling a little anyway. Perfectly genuine, they're both practiced liars here, then, and with a slight laugh, warn and amiable.

"Sure. Ratchet's a friend." He tips his head slightly. "I think he put some of my training to use with you, right?"

Guess who taught him to fight.
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-06 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, yes, I believe so. He may have landed a few good hits, but it was pure luck on his part. I was still disoriented from my arrival here and unused to this human body." Tarn easily brushes the reminder of Ratchet's victory aside. If that fight had happened even hours later he's sure that the outcome would have been different.

"I don't think he would be so lucky this time around."
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-06 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
Luck, was it. Luck doesn't seem like what Ratchet had done. A shrug, anyway, that smile still in place, a curious lift of an eyebrow.

"Is there gonna be another round?"
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-06 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"I should hope not for his sake." A flash of teeth in a widening smile, followed by a small laugh as if the mere idea is preposterous.

"Worry not, your Autobot friend is the least of my concerns right now. He'll stay safe so long as he doesn't come looking for trouble." It's a non-issue. Ratchet isn't an idiot.
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-06 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
The way he talks. For someone who's gotten beat up by Ratchet once and Natasha another, there's a pride there, a confidence and assurance, of course he's a threat, of course this person he's stumbled upon would be worried about Ratchet's safety from him. Interesting sort of man.

"What are your concerns, then? Anything I can help with?" A tip of his head, folding his arms loosely over his chest. "This is an awful long way out for you to go, just for a change of scenery."
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-07 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I have a lengthy list of issues that I won't bore you with." Top on that list is Diya and her hold over his coveted gene therapy treatment. Right below that is Natasha.

The way this man is needling him, Tarn thinks that he's looking for a fight. His confidence has made a recovery since Natasha's attack, but he's still slightly apprehensive-- if only because of Wash's attitude.

He remains tight lipped, posture stiffening. His smile begins to look forced.
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-07 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Wash isn't exactly looking for a fight -- it's probably in his best interests to avoid one, not when he only has a vague idea of Tarn's capability. From what he knows he's fairly confident he can take him, but Tarn is armed, and the last time Wash had taken a chance it hadn't worked out so well. Less trying to provoke, more trying to prod and dig and learn more about this person he's only heard about through others -- and trying to gauge why he's here. If he should be worried, if he's an immediate threat.

"Try me. I'm a great listener." He actually is. "And I'd really like to know what you think you're doing out here."
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-08 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
“Fine.” He bites out the word between grit teeth. Tarn crosses his arms, tilting his head slightly.

“Where shall I start…Perhaps with my utter subjugation to the repulsive caste nature of Cetagandan culture as a whole. Or maybe I should focus on that Haut woman's inability to see reason and help me with the gene therapy that they’re practically forcing on others. But, really, it could be this disgusting human body that I’ve been stuck in for the past several months against my will. I can practically feel it rotting around me. Please take your pick, I promise that all of them are equally grating."

It’s all true, but honestly the biggest lurking source of angst is still what happened before Tarn even arrived on this awful planet. He wants nothing more than to return to his own universe and his own body, but he’s not sure what will be awaiting him. Will he have a life to return to or will he just blink out of existence? Megatron had certainly killed him.

"Now think on that and perhaps you will realize that, yes, I really do just want to escape that base for even a few hours."
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-08 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
Poor you, Tarn. He might have more sympathy if he didn't know what sort of person you are. Giant synthetic life-form you are. Giant thirty-foot tank you are. He listens readily enough, though, picks at it for information, the haut woman, Diya, but no, Sei, this is Sei's project now. Refusing to let Tarn in on gene therapy? Interesting, he'd thought they would be clamoring for test subjects. Maybe Sei isn't quite as reckless as Diya, with her experiments with the ba. He manages to seem like this is all relatively new and uninteresting information to him, though, narrowing in mostly on the fact that Tarn is still, well. Standing in front of him.

He has no real sympathy.

"Plenty of fresh air to be had around the mountains," he says, a little pointedly. "Don't see why you need to come here in specific."
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-08 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
Tarn clenches his teeth, barely holding onto his temper. "Because it was the only patrol opportunity available. Are you always with charmingly curious about everyone's situation or am I just lucky?
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-08 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe I just don't like seeing you around here, Tarn."

So very pleasantly, with a bit of a smile, but well, there we go. More direct and upfront. The fuck are you doing here, because it can't be good, and he'd really, really like you to leave. Or he might have to do something about it.
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-08 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Hm, that's a pity isn't it?" Tarn matches his tone, lips quirking into a small grin. He's not going anywhere. Especially now that he knows that he's unwanted.

Tarn isn't the type to let others intimidate him.

" I think I rather like it here." He turns to take a look around the small village, resting his hands on his hips-- fingers mere inches from the handle of his stunner
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-08 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Damn Cetagandans and their ranged weaponry. Wash is familiar enough with a stunner, knows how it works, could absolutely dodge a shot from this range if he had to, but he only has the one knife, doesn't like throwing them to begin with. In a straight up unarmed fight? He could take him. Absolutely. But like this -- one stray shot, and.

Not to mention they're still in the village. People around. That Tarn doesn't particularly care about.

"Air's much nicer further out. Could always show you, if you like. Just the two of us."
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-08 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Tarn makes a sweeping gesture. "Fine. You'll have to lead the way."

Do you really want Tarn at your back armed with a stunner? Think carefully, Wash. Tarns eyes glimmer in amusement. He wonders how quickly he could get this Barrayaran worked up.
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-08 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
If it weren't for his run-in with Byerly he would be a lot more sure about this. He's a trained soldier, a spec-ops agent, has a lot more experience with this flesh-bag of a body than Tarn has. A stunner levels the playing field. He could disarm him, if he was close enough, but that would involve getting close enough. He could goad him, maybe. But he doesn't like the idea of anything happening here, where there are too many villagers around . . .

A smile, and he moves forward towards him, watching the whole time, ready to react if he moves. Until he's close enough to clasp a hand on his shoulder.

"Depends on where you want to go."
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-08 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Tarn remains unflinching, even as Wash's fingers wrap around his shoulder. He hold eye contact, smile tightening.

"I'm not overly familiar with the surrounding terrain. I suppose I will just have to trust you." This will be an interesting game to say the least.
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-09 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
Would be an interesting game. Wash doesn't like to play too much, though, and he isn't wasting time here, squeezing his hand over his shoulder, his smile not dropping for a second as he drags him just a step closer -- and moves his other hand down towards his waist. A gesture that seems almost intimate, except it's clear what he's going for, and his hand ends up closing over the stunner, instead.

"I don't trust you, though." So very calmly. "Not with this."
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-09 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
Tarn's whole body tightens as Wash’s hand slips over his waist. His body is far more sensitive than he cares to admit and the light touch earns a twitch. Tarn's hand comes up to cover Wash’s as he goes for the stunner, sharp nails brushing the back of his hand.

He won’t give up his stunner. Not when there are so many unanswered variables.

“That’s a shame, but you don’t have much of a choice in the matter." Tarn isn't going to budge.
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-17 11:59 am (UTC)(link)
That's fine, really, because before Tarn even finishes the sentence Wash is already moving. It happens quickly, all that tension coiled in him releasing at once, some twenty years of training and service, honed to a point. He's sure he can overpower him, just physically, but it's that he doesn't quite have the element of surprise, that's the problem.

Letting him keep the stunner isn't an option, though, and he turns his body against him, moving to try and drive the hard point of his elbow right into his side and make use of that to disarm him.

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