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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!
durango: (pensive)

[personal profile] durango 2017-05-23 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)
The sale hasn't gone through yet - they're in the negotiation stages - so we still have time to interfere. How much time, I don't know.
asklepian: (pic#7053858)

[personal profile] asklepian 2017-05-23 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's perhaps a strange response, for someone who, as far as she knows, is completely a normal Human. Unless she knows her Earth history.

He's still not used to people knowing his secret, much less telling it himself--telling Miles had been like dragging shards of broken glass out of his throat, and Miles had already known, Julian was just confirming it.

He squeezes her hand back, silent and solemn, as he listens to what she explains and considers the risk and necessity of telling her exactly why he's so disturbed by this. Despite not having a chance to meet as of yet, he knew from Deanna the time frame his Captain was from, which meant he already knew.]


Or sabotage it. My specialty is genetics, after all.

[He says the last part with sort of a self-deprecating, sarcastic lilt. He's already decided--she needs to know.]

It would be bad enough were they to get their hands on the genetic markers for your empathy, but...Counselor, I...

[There's the broken glass again. Dammit, is this never going to get easier? He sighs and continues, quietly:]

Captain Sisko likely already knows if he's from the same timeframe as myself, but I was genetically enhanced when I was a child, outside the Federation. If they scan me, I'm sure they'll see where the altered genes are. My DNA is a bloody road map to enhancing children and adults.
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-23 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)
We don't, no.

But hoping for no effect just kind of seems naive, at best.
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht 3)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-23 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
He isn't so cruel - not even in his drunken state - to answer in the affirmative. That answer would hurt her; he's certain of that. But he does answer, simply, "The world isn't changed by intentions. The world is changed by results."

He looks down, then, fixing his eyes on their joined hands. His - enormous, long-fingered - dwarf hers. He feels a little twist of nameless emotion at that. How pathetic he is, whining on and on. She shouldn't have to listen to him like this. He's supposed to be serving her, helping her, keeping her strong, not the other way around...

"Whatever force brought us here simply has a rather cruel sense of humor, I suppose," he murmurs. "A whole world full of champions, able and glad to fight for Barrayar. And out of all those proud Vor warriors, you get - what? Miles Vorkosigan and Byerly Vorrutyer. Heaven help you."
vorrutyer: (punchable intensity)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-23 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah.

[ He looks down, then, and away. A little uncomfortably, he admits: ]

She is...a bit wounded, I fear.
vorbratta: (you are the gazer)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-23 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm sick of proud Vor warriors," Sonia says flatly, ever stubborn. "I'm up to my ears in them. I've been on a steady social diet of proud Vor warriors for the better part of my life, and not a single one of them has ever made me feel less lonely. What use could I possibly have for two more?"

A note of frustration slips into her voice, her hands tight around Byerly's, willing him to look at her. "You haven't failed me yet, Byerly. You might not have succeeded in getting me out on your own, but you haven't failed me. Because you were with me. Even when you couldn't tell me the truth, even when you were locked in that cell, you were with me. If you had died there, and left me all alone -- then you would have failed me."

If he had died, she'd never have been able to look at it that way, she knows, but he hadn't. She swallows, a well of unbidden emotion rising in her chest, too drunk to keep it in check. "I know that making me happy doesn't make for much of a cause. I know it's selfish. If I thought it'd give you a sense of purpose, if it would satisfy your desire for service, I'd swear you into my service right here and now, Byerly, I would. But you're alive. And if you think there's really nothing left for you to do here, then you need to spend a day sober and take a good look around this camp. It isn't the same one you left."
vorrutyer: (haughty (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-23 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
The thought of sobriety is intolerable to me, he thinks, but doesn't say it aloud. After all, if he said that, he might end up sounding like a drunk. So, instead, he says (to his mind, a very polite-sounding) "I'll take it under advisement." But then, because his curiosity is aroused, he has to ask. "But - how is it different, then?" A small shrug. "More people, obviously."

Let this be the new topic of conversation, he prays. Let them discuss this instead of his hopes and dreams and aspirations and how he failed or failed to fail and so on and so forth. Gossip. Gossip is much, much safer.
vorbratta: (set it up and tear it down)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-23 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia looks at him with one slightly raised eyebrow, pursing her lips at him. "God, you have been drunk," she sighs, albeit a little hypocritically, and her hands loosen around Byerly's as the breath leaves her.

"More people, yes. Not just Grandfather's battalion, but the rest of our army as well. About a month before you all showed up, we'd had to disband camp and split up. Colonel Vorvolk was the ranking officer of the other half. I saw Grandfather and Uncle Yuri almost as soon as we got back." Sonia chews on a lock of hair, considering more mead, but she needs to retain enough faculties to talk coherently, because in her mind, right now, this is important. And she'll give Byerly a damned job to do even if she goes mad in the attempt. "Things are...tense. It wasn't like this before I was taken. There've been fights breaking out. Outsiders getting jumped by soldiers. Colonel Vorvolk doesn't trust the outsiders, especially not where military matters are concerned, and I guess he doesn't trust Count Piotr's judgment that far, either. Uncle Yuri is of the same mind. But our soldiers -- or at least the ones who've been here all along -- at the very least, they don't mind the outsiders, and a lot of them have become rather friendly. It's...not a popular opinion lately, or so I've been able to gather."

She sinks back against the rock, her face drawn now, flickers of uninhibited emotion flitting over her face. Discomfort, unhappiness, trepidation, a hint of fear. "And then -- and then my cousin died last month. Uncle Yuri's last child. And no one's said anything to me directly, they're all trying to be hush-hush about it, but I'm not stupid. I overheard one of my grandfather's advisors talking to Uncle Yuri about it. About how he needs to start looking for a new wife. And Uncle Yuri -- " She breaks off, her gaze dropped to her hands around Byerly's, and then, as if self-conscious, withdraws them. She looks troubled. "I think everything seems fine right now because everyone's feeling all giddy over winning, but I could feel it. Uncle Yuri and Colonel Vorvolk are both butting heads with Count Piotr, and it -- if they cause some kind of schism -- it wouldn't be good, Byerly."

No, Sonia's never had the stomach for soldiering or the savvy for military strategy, but she can read a room -- especially when her family is in it.
durango: (listening)

[personal profile] durango 2017-05-23 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"I believe... they were romantically involved on some level, on Eta Ceta."
vorrutyer: (looking off to the side)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-23 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Mm.

[ He smiles a little as he hums agreement - an arch, ironic sort of smile - because it's hard for him to be sincere; sincerity can only come in brief little moments. But he does agree. ]

I understand. Safety first.

[ Then, that acknowledgment having been given, he slips his hand up Wash's arm, tracing along his muscles encouragingly. Urging him on. ]

But I can take a bit more, you know.
vorrutyer: (attentive)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-23 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
You don't know the half of it, Sonia. Byerly turns his gaze away, his lips thinning. In that moment, he's half-tempted to tell her everything - because she has the right to knows, doesn't she? To forearm herself, to know what's coming - But Miles, more cautious than he, doesn't want that to happen. Though maybe, with the odd twists and turns that history has been taking, Miles will be willing to revisit the subject...

"No," he agrees simply. "Yuri isn't someone to piss off. That much is true."

What if I killed him? That would be a job. Something I could do...

"But if you have in mind that I could do anything about Yuri - I'm afraid not. I don't exactly have a grand track record with persuading his type of Vor of anything."
vorbratta: (i better keep my two legs running)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-24 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
"What? God -- no, that wasn't what I meant. I wouldn't -- "

Sonia balks visibly, a look of alarm on her face. She wouldn't ask Byerly to do something like that, no -- and for once, not out of any family loyalty. Yuri makes her uneasy enough as it is, he's already...difficult, and while she knows perfectly well that Byerly can hold his own in a social arena, subjecting anyone to her uncle seems...unfair. And he's right, anyway; there's nothing Byerly could do, except piss Yuri off. Sonia rubs her face with both hands, her cheeks feeling oddly numb. In the absence of better judgment, she reaches to take the bottle back, shaking her head.

"That wasn't what I meant. I'm not asking you to be a fixer, Byerly. What I meant was -- there's all this tension, and people are whispering, and there's all this...this business going on..." She fumbles for words, shakes her head again. "What you did for ImpSec -- you just put yourself in a position to listen to things, didn't you? Wasn't that basically it?"
dendarii: (miles vs a wall)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-24 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
Hell, I could manage something. You've seen me in action before.
durango: (serious)

[personal profile] durango 2017-05-24 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Oh.

[That single word comes out in a long slow breath, uncertain and unexpected. Yet she does not let go of his hand, creating an anchor, for both of them.]

I'm sorry, Julian. I can't even begin to imagine how difficult this must be for you. But thank you, for telling me.
shri: (» in the season's storm)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-24 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
No, it did not, did it?

[ She grunts briefly in distaste for this whole... business. It isn't her favourite. Sent to clean it up too many times, yes, but it did not make it better. ]

Are the Vor always so... [ she makes a hand gesture, flippant with her frustration. He seems to know enough about them without being one of them. ]
shri: (» the odds all stand beneath me)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-24 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ She looks up to him, stricken, almost. Like a mother hearing her child is wounded, and here she was, unable to go to her. Unable to help her. Her fingers grip tighter for it. In his first angling, he had been right, when he had targetted the woman. Nothing was half so dear to her as Satya and the home she represented, the future, desperately sought for and fragile for it.

Cut her deeply, for that. Or just ripped apart the stitches of an old wound he could not have known the depth of.
]

How so?
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht 3)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-24 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ A shrug. He doesn't quite meet Lakshmi's eye. ]

Well. I did my best to wound her. To make serving the Cetagandans hurt very badly.
protocol: (► when i asked for male first-born)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-24 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Test's done, signal's acknowledged, and now, Byerly. Now he can play. He makes a quiet sound, pleased enough, pushing his arm slightly against his throat again, enough to lightly guide his head back against the trunk. This isn't quite as satisfying as wrapping a hand around someone's throat, but Byerly hadn't wanted bruises, this is easier for that, without having to sacrifice how much force he actually uses. Not to mention he likes the way they tend to struggle with their hands on his arm, like this. ]

We'll see. I'll keep count, now. Only signal when you can't take it, and I'll stop everything. [ Just a reminder, look, Wash always likes to make sure. ] Ten.

[ He does start counting, in his head, locking his arm tight, pushing right against him, and it's always immediate -- he knows just how much pressure it takes to throttle the air from someone's lungs, to cut it all off just at once and make it impossible to breathe. His own expression is perfectly calm the entire time, so entirely focused on taking in everything. This time though, when he does get to ten, while he lets up as promised he doesn't let up entirely. He keeps some pressure there, just as practiced, just enough that Byerly will be able to get some of his air back, but ah, not all of it, just enough that it's challenging to get any real air, any real relief. ]
komarran: (one day i'll turn terrorist)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-05-24 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, I've seen you in action off of a planet that doesn't hate every fiber of your being.
komarran: (who did what now and why)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-05-24 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
Assholeish? [ he provides, oh so helpfully. ]

They get better, with time. But yes, some of them are still like this, generations later.
komarran: (you've got to be kidding me)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-05-24 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't say there wouldn't be an effect. That doesn't mean I'm going to throw everything to the wind and make it worse.
shri: (» I'll go there with you)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-24 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ She chokes with laughter on that, her hand lifting as she turns her head away to laugh. ]

That is a word for them, to be sure. [ She likes you Duv, she likes anyone plain talking to that end. ] Though, I will take them over the nobles I find myself dealing with.
dendarii: (no shit)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-24 10:20 am (UTC)(link)
I lived on this planet for most of my life, you realize.
asklepian: (pic#6889767)

[personal profile] asklepian 2017-05-24 12:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's probably both ethnocentric and fatalistic of him to believe that every time he has to tell someone about this that they'll immediately go for the torches and pitchforks, but...]

No more difficult than it is for you, I imagine.

[He just would really rather not have his genetics used to make all this easier. It's entirely possible the Cetagandan scientists would be able to reverse-engineer his enhancements to apply them to others, use them as a template to make other changes. He sighs.]

My specialty really is genetics, though. I could ingratiate myself to that research team and work against that end. They can't sell information that they don't have.
Edited 2017-05-24 12:40 (UTC)
durango: (serious)

[personal profile] durango 2017-05-24 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[She nods.]

Do that. But if you start feeling unsafe, don't stick it out just because you feel like you have to. We'll find another way. I'm sure Miles will talk to people on the Barrayaran end as soon a they regroup.