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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!
vorrutyer: (punchable intensity)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-25 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, he'll want me sober when I give the report," Byerly retorts, "and I don't intend for sobriety to happen." He gives a little waggle of the bottle, and drinks - but, unfortunately, rather soberly, because of that second question. It makes guilt twist in him, a little lump of unhappiness, lingering from the way he'd hurt her. He doesn't think, for as long as he lives, he'll get over the guilt of that.

"And...I know you put together a photographic exhibition."
vorbratta: (i feel that fever running up again)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-25 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
"If he comes for you, he'll get the report whether you're sober or not," Sonia murmurs in a warning tone. But she sincerely brightens when he confesses knowledge of her little art show, her smile going sunny even in the dark. In a way she wasn't entirely conscious of, she sort of wanted to make him proud by it, even if that hadn't been the reason she'd done it.

"I did. And not just my photographs -- anything from anyone. And it worked. Things got...just a little bit easier. You were right, Byerly. I really could do something. I could make a difference here, I could help. You were right, and I might have just gone on being miserable about it forever if you'd never talked to me about it." She draws up one knee so she can rest her cheek against it, looking at him with bright eyes. "And now I'm branching out."
vorrutyer: (world-weary (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-25 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
He turns his head to look at her. To see her beaming at him. He doesn't smile back, because - he hasn't earned that joy, hasn't earned that smile from her; he hasn't. Not after what he did. But his grim expression lightens maybe just a little bit. Her moods are infectious.

"Don't give me credit," he says. "You'd have come around to it in time. I'm quite certain." He shrugs, then, and passes the bottle back over. "Quite a jump, though. Princess to artist to spymistress. They'll make holovids about you, just you wait."
Edited 2017-05-25 01:36 (UTC)
vorbratta: (my heart is skipping triplets)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-25 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia looks like she has something heartfelt to say about that, opens her mouth, and then abruptly closes it with a purse of her lips. She wants -- badly -- to ask what happened, how exactly he's screwed up his life, but she fears that edges too far into the territory of the better-left-unknown. That, and this is Miles, so she can't entirely rule out the possibility that there's a little melodrama at play.

"Miles," she sighs, "aren't you the heir to House Vorkosigan?"
dendarii: (sawed-off maniac)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-25 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
It would veer into dangerous territory rather quickly, so he's relieved she doesn't ask for anything more than that. Even if those details are less relevant to Sonia in particular. Still hard to talk about, still hard to keep Simon out of it, or Ezar ...

That question, though. She knows he's Piotr's heir already, so the most dangerous part is past. He just has to step carefully aroun the rest. "Yes, I am." He pauses a moment to take a sip of that mead. "There are other candidates, but they absolutely do not want the job."

Poor, poor Mark.
vorbratta: (tonight you're giving up)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-25 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
She's determined to make him smile at least once tonight. A real smile. And that slight shift lights up her face even more.

"No take-backs," she says insistently, as if this is an entirely reasonable and adult response. "And I can be a princess, artist, and a spymistress. God knows I've got the time on my hands." She takes a drink that ends in a hiccup, rocking back against the rock. "I don't like what's going on, Byerly, and I especially don't like not knowing half of it. It's...I can just feel it. And Count Piotr -- "

She waves with a limp hand. "He's a soldier. He doesn't deal in finesse outside of the battlefield. Hmm, yes. The more I think about it..." She taps her lower lip thoughtfully. "He's right in the middle of it. Not the most receptive ear, no. But someone needs to be paying attention. So -- yes, actually. I want you to spy for me." She holds out the bottle. "Will you take the job?"
vorbratta: (call it a truce with this)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-25 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia gives him a knowing look, unrelenting, and holds out a hand for the bottle.

"Then you know you have to go back. You can't foist this off on other family, especially if they don't want it. It's your responsibility. I know you're a man of honor, Miles. And I think you'd serve Barrayar much better in your present." She smiles then, her expression softening. "And besides, if you stay here, my grandson will be down a cousin. I don't think that's fair."
vorrutyer: (attentive)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-25 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
He hesitates a moment, then bows his head very slightly. His voice isn't ironic when he speaks. "I can. But - I do need to know exactly what it is you want." He lifts his head again, looking past the bottle, gazing only at her. His eyes are serious. "Is this just from curiosity? Do you just want rumors and gossip? Or - " A small incline of his chin. "Do you want intel up to ImpSec standard? Because if that's what you want, I can provide that for you."
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 001)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-25 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Poor Ivan, stuck with just Mark. And poor Mark being stuck with Ivan ... He really can't argue with her, so instead he just sets his jaw and looks stubborn.

"Even so." His words come out a bit clipped. "I can do more here."

He has to prevent this massacre, dammit. And he knows he can't do that unless he stays to see it through.
vorbratta: (okay okay dolore)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-25 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't need you to give me gossip. I can find that just fine on my own." Sonia leans forward, matching his gaze with wide, dark eyes, just as serious. "I want to know what's going on, Byerly. The politics are all different now, and you're better at this than I am. I just have a bad feeling. So if that means ImpSec standard, then -- yes. That's what I want."

She rocks back and forth a bit, rubbing her mouth. "I heard today that one of the soldiers from Colonel Vorvolk's camp turned up dead not long ago. It looked like your usual stupid drunken accident, but he was pretty unfavorable toward the outsiders and making a fuss about Galeni, insisting that they make an example out of him. I don't like it, Byerly. A -- a political schism would be bad right now. This is what you do, isn't it? I need you to use that. I have to know what's going on."
vorrutyer: (watchful)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-25 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah," he says, and hesitates, but - Well. She's asked for it. And he lives to serve. "That was your cousin Ezar who did that. He ordered that child Negri - the odd, quiet one who hangs around camp - to kill him. Presumably. It's possible death wasn't the intention, that it simply got out of hand - but there you are."

He shrugs, and then looks over at her, searching her face for some alarm or dismay. "I'm quite certain the order stopped with Ezar, but that Ezar didn't do this to undermine Piotr's authority or challenge him. The man's loyalty seems firm, if a bit cock-eyed."
stompadour: (now that im grown i eat 5 dozen eggs)

[personal profile] stompadour 2017-05-25 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Jasper snorts, because Lapis is right; the idea of accusing a Diamond of corruption is ridiculous, because by the very definition of the rules of their society a Diamond's authority is absolute and nothing they do can be corrupt. There is nothing beyond them to which they can be held accountable. For her part, Jasper has had her doubts about the total perfection of their leadership since she came under Yellow Diamond's command... but she wouldn't dream of challenging it.

"Second, you said," she agrees with a shrug. "Even if humans were like gems, and they're not – there's someone above her. So she can be punished."
komarran: (is he painting)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-05-25 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ While he's reluctant to let the topic change so quickly, he's curious enough to ask, ] Your brand of nobles is worse?
mirrortide: (070)

[personal profile] mirrortide 2017-05-25 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"An I.O.U, then, I guess." She gives a lopsided grin. "Sorry I'm not really of much use now. Maybe when I get more of my powers back I can make you an ice sculpture or something." That'd be pretty neat, right?
durango: (realization)

[personal profile] durango 2017-05-25 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
You know it's basically in my job description to worry about you.

[Another squeeze of the hand before she lets go.]

He said that our genes landing in the hands of the people on Jackson's Whole is even worse than if it stayed with the Cetagandans. He was absolutely terrified at the prospect, in fact.
shri: (» you were sharp as a knife to get me)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-26 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Only if you know why to fear Jack the Ripper. [ When did her laughter become so ugly? Surely once, it was a happy thing. But she's dismissive with it, rather used to no one having the faintest idea of what she is even going on about. ]
shri: (» and the scars that mark my body)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-26 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ No, she is not sure she wants to meet his eye either for that. Staying fixed on his shoulder instead, an unhappy set for it all. ]

I quite ruined that for you, didn't I?

[ A grimace with the words, barged in like she always did. She could skulk as well as the next man, but she never quite had the finesse others did. Learned it, most certainly - but she knew she could be bull headed. ]
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht 3)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-26 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A small shrug. And - as always, honest when honesty is a bit cruel - ]

Yes. You did.

But perhaps it was for the best - I didn't feel entirely right about manipulating the girl.

[ But he did it anyway, without hesitation. Such is an ImpSec agent. ]

Still. I cannot help but regret that she's still over there, rather than over here.
shri: (» if they don't fly we will run)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-26 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ -- and that, that she shakes her head for. The hurt there, it stings, far, far deeply. Like something ripped out, pushed up. Through her lungs and out of her chest on a thready exhale. ]

She is my future - all I have done, all I will do, the death that I will die, the blood my people have spilt, will continue to bleed and she cannot see -

[ she served them, she fell victim to the things Lakshmi wanted to end more than anything. The English, Satya's Vishkar, the Cetagandans. The second verse was the same as the first, and her fingers curl in tightly, a wounded animal, licking at the blood of that kind of betrayal.

It would be easier to hate Satya. So much easier. But she can't, she could not, the one part of herself she never would be able to bring herself too.
]
vorrutyer: (explaining everything (badly))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-26 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Byerly, though, purses his lips and looks at Lakshmi with raised eyebrows. Again, bluntly: ]

She's a person, not a metaphor, Lakshmi. Don't make her into a stand-in for your own successes or failures. That's not fair to her.
shri: (» is all yours)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-26 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Vices of position, if all problems to a hammer were nails, then all people were chess pieces to a Queen. She looks up at him - stung as ever that he ever dared to call her on that which no one else ever would. ]

I would rather be forgotten and what I fought for remembered than she know my name and be blind to that which she does.
vorrutyer: (annoyed and/or stressed)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-26 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And he lifts his eyebrows at her clear offense, demonstrating with face and cant of his head his complete unconcern for her injured pride. Fond of her though he is, Byerly has very little respect for social sensibilities. A natural side-effect of being born at the top of the heap and living a shit life because of it. ]

Yes, well, it's something quite marvelous about human beings: their lives don't generally conform to what you would rather. Even if you're the grandest of queens. [ And then, relenting a little bit: ] She's a girl. One who was raised in truly unusual circumstances. I expect her lords and masters kept her as ignorant as they could. That doesn't have anything to do with you or your cause.
Edited 2017-05-26 13:45 (UTC)
symmetricks: (pic#10950172)

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-05-26 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ At that, she gives him a look. He can cease with that any time he pleases, though perhaps it's simply reflex for him, now. ]

We must complete its construction, in order to return the outsiders to this world to where they rightfully belong. It is what occurs after that is of greatest concern. Not to your people, obviously, but any technology left in their enemy's hands is no doubt of some interest to them.
vorrutyer: (condescending aka default)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-26 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, no, my people would be dearly interested in that.

[ He lifts his eyebrows at her. ]

I know that honor is a rather - hm - fuzzy term in general. But honor, for Barrayar, does mean sticking up for the weak. A part of which means not unleashing the viciousness of the Cetagandan Empire on unsuspecting dimensions.

[ That is...not really true. But, hey, it sounds good, right? ]
symmetricks: (pic#10950174)

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-05-26 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
I would see our research destroyed, once the project is complete.

[ She keeps her own expression stone-cold, unreadable as ever. He doesn't get to know what she feels about any of this, not anymore. ]

Perhaps, if you leave this cell, you could assist in seeing to that.