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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!
asklepian: (pic#7053843)

[personal profile] asklepian 2017-05-24 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hearing his friend's name gives him such a sudden and intense pang of homesickness he almost fancies for a moment that he really is hurt. But no.

(The admonition to be careful is probably necessary. Julian has developed a particularly reckless streak.)]


I'll be careful. Don't worry so much about me. Though I will need to probably know a lot more about the current state of...well, basically everything you can tell me. Who should I approach, for instance.

What else did he tell you?
Edited 2017-05-25 00:33 (UTC)
vorbratta: (you better keep your two legs running)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-24 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia just smiles at him. "Thank you," she says simply, and then impulsively hugs him again, her arms tight around his middle before she lets go. "You spared me a lot of heartbreak, I'm sure. I wish I could say the same."
vorbratta: (give me an answer)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-24 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
The guilty look on Sonia's face is answer enough, even though she hesitates in answering, taking the bottle gratefully. "I...think so," she hedges, chewing on her lower lip. "They seemed interested in you, full stop. I must be the only one here who doesn't want to know the future."

Other than the broad strokes she'd asked Miles about, and the underlying certainty that this war would end one day, and it would end in their favor somehow. She pops the cap off the bottle and takes an inadvisably long drink that leaves her coughing as she holds the bottle back out to Miles. She'd forgotten how much it burns. "God," she croaks, wiping her mouth on her sleeve, "you know it's bad when you've missed maple mead."
vorrutyer: (intent)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-24 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ten. By the time he hits eight, there's a pulse in Byerly's head - not a pounding, not an ache, just a thrum and hum of his blood coursing through his skull. Adrenaline, too, that make his fingers twitch on Wash's arm - not tapping, not signalling, just the nails digging in a little bit to steady himself. Thrilling and terrifying.

And then - and then. His breath back, and he struggles again not to gasp - but his airway is still restricted, so that the half-excited half-panicked ache in his chest barely eases. He struggles not to fight. Struggles not to pant and gasp and struggle for air. It's - difficult. His head swims, and everything seems intensely, impossibly bright.

He can barely even manage a cute little quip. The best he can do is a thready, breathless: ]


Fun.
dendarii: (solpadeine118)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-24 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
That's no surprise, is it? Could he have hoped Cetaganda would just drop it? But he's seen no signs, no warnings. And Byerly had surely been fast-penta'd too. Would that increase or decrease their interest in him? Would it get back to Barrayar through them? He thinks not, but ...

God, he almost wishes the sword would just fall. Both his fellow time travellers have been interrogated, after all; he can't tell if the thought of his own is just paranoia or actual inevitability.

Time for a drink. He'll gladly take it back for a sip of his own when she's had hers. "You're a wise woman," he says. "On both accounts." Though he loves the stuff unironically, it's never good unless you're desperate. "I'll watch my back, anyway. Cetaganda will have a hell of a time snatching me from camp, that's for sure."
vorbratta: (stick my head up)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-24 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
That gets a laugh out of Sonia despite herself. "I don't think anyone's ever called me wise before." She nods, though, looking marginally comforted. "As long as our location stays hidden, you're safe, and...hopefully we'll be able to get you all back home before the Cetagandans can try for anything."
vorbratta: (i asked a question)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-24 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Call it an I.O.U.," Sonia says breezily, flipping her hair over her shoulder. She's relieved that she and Lapis understand each other, that Lapis isn't so careless as she'd seemed when they'd first met. "I'm sure I can think of something someday."
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 005)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-24 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah. That's ... He looks down at that, considering his feet for a moment. Vorkosigan Vashnoi hasn't blown up yet, so he's still mostly on the side of staying at this point.

"I'd thought about staying, actually," he says quietly. Like hell he is going to breath the slightest hint of what his actual reason is. "Perhaps there's more I can do for the war."
vorbratta: (i better keep my two legs running)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-24 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"What?" A crease immediately appears in Sonia's brow, and she frowns at him in mixed alarm and disapproval. "Miles, you can't stay. You have -- " She glances around, but mercifully it's just the two of them out here by Miles's little stash tree. She takes the bottle back and drops herself onto a nearby rock for a seat, staring at him. "You have a future to go back to, Miles. You can't stay here."
dendarii: (solpadeine26)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-24 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
No real surprise there; it's kind of nice to have Sonia argue against him. Proof that she cares about him.

"You don't actually know what I'm going back to," he says. "You don't know if it's actually better than here."
vorbratta: (i asked a question)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-24 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
No -- no, she doesn't, and it's a neat argument to use against her. He knows she doesn't want to know details. But she's hardly that easily deterred. Sonia purses her lips at him and gives him a flat look.

"Are you at war?"
dendarii: (abject apology)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-24 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
She won't get any more details out of him, but - vague questions, he can do that. Surely Cetaganda won't capture her and fast-penta her a second time. "No," he says. "None for some time."
vorbratta: (a hundred and twelve)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-24 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
No, she can trust he won't tell her more than she wants to hear. Sonia's eyebrows lift delicately.

"Do you have a bed to sleep in at night? A roof over your head?"
dendarii: (eidetics 52)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-24 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
He pictures the empty Vorkosigan house and snorts a bit. "Too much of both."
vorbratta: (why do you pick me right back up)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-24 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia's lips thin, a surprisingly auntish look considering she's still several years his junior. "No such thing." She takes a good drink from the bottle, wiping the mouth of it with her sleeve. "And your family -- you have a family that loves you, don't you?"

The answer to that one she already knows. Someone like Miles -- especially with someone like Piotr for a grandfather -- doesn't live long on Barrayar unless someone truly wants him to.
dendarii: (TW_S1_E13_0316)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-24 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Look, he has a point here, he swears it. It's not all Milesian drama. Just. Mostly.

"Of course they do," he says, wincing. "Which makes it all the worse that I've screwed up my life."
protocol: (► this tea is necessary to accelerate)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-24 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There is a thrill, to this. There always is. It's different from just violence, from just being in a fight, from having life on the line, though he craves that too, sometimes -- this comes in a few different parts, just that awful part of him buried deep that's always liked to hurt, that other part of him still so angry and that wants so desperately for someone else to feel the pain he's been through. But mostly it's just the part of him that craves that complete surrender, that submission. Someone to trust him that much.

No detail goes missed, with how intensely Wash is watching him, with that look in his eyes, intense and focused but strangely relaxed, too. The little sting of Byerly's nails digging into his arm only adds to it, really. He eases off that pressure entirely, just for a moment, just enough for him to get in an actual breath. ]


Twelve. [ Immediate, again that pressure pushing right back in as soon as Byerly's had his chance to fill his lungs. Ten doesn't quite seem to be his limit, yet, but he looks shaken enough that he'll start going slower. He counts in his head, leans forward a little, his voice calm, low and soft. ] We'll see how much it takes for you to stop fucking talking.

[ And again, when he eases off, it's just like before, still not letting him have his air back fully. He likes having that control. ]
protocol: (► anyway i am a man)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-24 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Sadist and torturer Tarn might be, but he sure doesn't seem unafraid of something simple as a knife -- something that Wash is quite aware of, and isn't afraid to use. He lets him try to shift away from the blade, but his arm is firm around him, keeping him trapped against him.

"You don't sound much like someone who's afraid for his life, Tarn. You know that human bodies are real fragile, right? 'Cause I'm trained to know just how fragile." A slight turn of the knife, just to prove his point. "I know you don't know much, can't be too bright if you decided to come back here again. Tell me what you do know. About the base, about the camp, too."

Even if none of it will be useful, he wants to hear it all, and it seems like your best bet, Tarn, might just be to try and distract him enough with something to get away. Wash does seem intent, and while he personally is quite ready to kill him, he is holding himself back from it, here.
vorrutyer: (attentive)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-25 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
A small bubble of pride causes Byerly to murmur, "Well, it was a bit more than just that..."

But then, handing the bottle back to her, he sighs in acknowledgment. "But yes. That's essentially it. But - then what?" He shrugs at her, his face twisting in a bit of honest irritation. Because buried underneath all the self-loathing is this fundamental source of frustration, this wall he can't quite batter down. "The General isn't going to give a damn about what I have to say. He hardly holds me in high regard in principle - which, I was fine enough while I was risking life and limb in the Cetagandan camp, but now that I'm back here, I'm sure he thinks I'm about as useful as a sixth toe." A vicious self-description indeed for a Barrayaran. "A spy is only as good as the ear he whispers his secrets into."
vorbratta: (call it a truce with this)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-25 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia purses her lips at him, though her expression is at least partially sympathetic, because it almost always is when it comes to Byerly. It could be called a weak point, but if sentiment is weakness, then Sonia is full of weak points. She takes a drink.

"Have you actually spoken to him since you got back?"
vorrutyer: (haughty (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-25 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. Well. By shrugs. "Leaving that to Miles," he answers with a bit of a shrug. He studies his nails. "I don't really need the old son-of-a-bitch telling me all about what a failure and a disappointment I am. Honestly, I've heard that speech from his sort of Vor enough that I could probably write out a full script.

"Miles gets off on that kind of thing, though. So it's better for everyone if he handles all of it."
vorbratta: (my heart is skipping triplets)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-25 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia gives him a look, just shy of rolling her eyes, and takes another drink before wiping the mouth of the bottle with her sleeve.

"Let me tell you something about Piotr Vorkosigan," she says, leaning in almost conspiratorially, and she has achieved Peak Drunk by now, her words slightly slurred but still perfectly intelligible. "When I first met him, I positively hated him. He's a difficult man to get along with sometimes, God knows how my sister does it. But he is honest, and good God is he ever forthright. If he were really that pissed about your...performance or whatever on your assignment, if he really thought you were a failure and a disappointment, you'd have heard about it by now. He likes to tell these things personally. Honestly, he's probably more pissed that you haven't debriefed him by now. And anyway," she says, letting the bottle dangle from a crooked finger for a moment before swinging it over Byerly's way, "I didn't say you had to be whispering in his ear."

She squints at him, pulling back. "And -- old? Really? He can't be any older than you are."
vorrutyer: (explaining everything (badly))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-25 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Are you calling me old? I'm offended, dear Sonia. I'm sprightly and youthful." It's a dodge, of course, though one accompanied with a slightly confused look. Doesn't she know about him? Where he's from? He thought Miles had told her. Ah, well.

"Anyway. I went against orders to try to save you. Or, well - not against orders, but...I didn't wait for orders. And then I fucked it up. I imagine the good General Count will formally adopt me into the Vorkosigan family, then and there, just so he can immediately turn around and disown me." He gives a little burp, then collects the bottle to take a grand swig out of it.

"But do tell. What are you proposing? Are you thinking of running your own personal spy ring? Become a spymistress? It's an interesting occupation for a princess."
protocol: (► we want a different kind of excitement)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-25 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
Aw, Sonia, no, you don't get to say something like that. Wash turns to face her fully, loosely folding his legs in front of him, reaching out to lightly catch one of her hands in his own as she pulls away from the hug.

"Now why would you say that?" Lightly, with a slight tilt of his head. "It's not like any of that was your fault, you know."
vorbratta: (but you can run faster)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-25 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, no. You're the one calling yourself old."

No, somehow Sonia remains in the dark as to Byerly's time traveller status. Miles hasn't told her, and she certainly wasn't privy to the details of Byerly's fast-penta interrogation. She lets out an annoyed little tch as she watches him drink, and she really does roll her eyes this time. "For God's sake, Byerly, just go and give the man your report tomorrow. I think you're flattering yourself, and avoidance pisses him off more than failure anyway. He'll track you down if he has to. I don't recommend that."

She sounds like she's speaking from experience, although definitely not in any military context. She gives him a surprisingly shrewd look for how drunk she is, but the effect is almost entirely ruined by the way she cocks her head to the side. "I'm becoming more ambitious," she declares, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "No ring. I'll start small. Just the one. It's all thanks to you, you know. Do you know what I did after you left?"