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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!
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-07 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
You do miss her.

[ Because even when he'd said it twice, Byerly had managed to not say yes or no. A pause, watching him. ]

Could you have contacted her, if you wanted to? [ Wash doesn't know what the circumstances of Byerly being disowned are, doesn't know what that means, half-suspects he wasn't ever really disowned, that it's something -- more, than that. With how much he obviously cared about her, still cares about her, there must be something keeping him from her. What he doesn't know if it's Byerly himself, or something else. A pause. ] Before these time-traveling adventures.
dendarii: (solpadeine106)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-07 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Why shouldn't I? You need it, Wash.
protocol: (► gimpy jet strap iceland tiger)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-07 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A slight sigh. ]

I don't.

I've managed so far. Worry about yourself, maybe. Don't tell me you don't compare yourself to anyone else, anymore.
dendarii: (cunning plan)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-07 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course I compare myself. Every time I look up I compare myself. There's no getting away from it.
timetrek: (Knowing history has its eyes on me)

[personal profile] timetrek 2017-05-07 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Wash instructed her to distract the guards so that he could get a drop on them, but he wasn't actually too clear on what exactly she was supposed to do to get their attention. It would seem that they were pretty damn determined to stay exactly where they were, but Wash had ghosted off already and so she was pretty much left to her own devices.

Knowing full well that he was not going to approve, she stepped out into the line of sight of the guards, and kind of gave them an awkward wave.

"Uh. Hi guys."
protocol: (► mr president i want a man from you)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-07 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Softly; ]

I know.

So worry about yourself more. I'll be fine. [ While he obviously and blatantly hypocritically worries after you, instead. ] You know you need to stop that, too.
dendarii: (eidetics 84)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-07 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Miles shakes his head hard at that. Very nearly falling over. ]

No. You don't understand. Worrying about other people is what normal people get to do.
protocol: (► however the internal combustion engine)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-07 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ You are a very vigorously expressive drunk, Miles. Wrapping his arm around him with a quiet sound, amused. Please don't fall over. ]

How so?
dendarii: (eidetics 52)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-07 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's trying his damndest okay. Flailing around like he's trying to end up on his head. ]

When you're sick, or small, or weak - or all three - people worry about you. They don't know if you're strong enough for the world. They don't need you to worry about them.
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[personal profile] shri 2017-05-07 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ that gets a tsk, a flick of her hand as if she expected better from him. ]

Losing your touch, or too busy enjoying yourself and your escape?
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[personal profile] timetrek 2017-05-07 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lucy isn't sure why she keeps throwing herself into these missions. Maybe it's just to feel like she has some kind of purpose, even if she often finds herself wondering if she's doing the right thing. She's taking part in a war effort she barely understands, who's to say if she's even fighting on the right side?

Maybe there isn't really a right side.

This time, for once, it all feels perfectly straightforward. She hasn't known Sonia for long, but she was kind. Lucy likes her. Rescuing her feels, unquestionably, like the right thing to do.

She likes that she's working with Wash again. He reminds her a lot of Wyatt, which hurts but it also makes her feel safe. It makes it easier to put her life in his hands, which she must do because this is so much more his domain than it is hers.

She smiles a little at him, grateful for the distraction he offers.
]

Maybe.

[ Of course she's nervous. She knows that he is well aware of it. ]

What about you?
protocol: (► however the internal combustion engine)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-07 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's doing his very best to help. A little quiet, though. He supposes he understands that. Miles had just always struck Wash as capable from the start, more than intelligent enough to make up for other disadvantages -- his worrying over him comes from his natural worrying over. Literally everyone he even slightly cares about. ]

If it helps, I don't worry over you because I think you're helpless.

I just usually don't like when people worry about me.
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[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-07 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
My word. Could I have? What, do you think there was a legal injunction? You must think me very wicked indeed.

[ Not as sharply caustic as usual. Drink has robbed him of many of his wits. ]

A Vor matron must protect her reputation. Her scandalous brother would do that reputation no favors.
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[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-07 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He spreads his hands and waits inscrutably. Stonewalling her. Typical. Unchanged by his experience. ]
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-07 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, okay. Not exactly what he's expecting, but you know what, it'll do. Wash doesn't exactly approve, no, instinctively on edge, but the guards are suitably distracted, turning her way in confusion, moving forward. Away from the cell, which is perfect, and one of them's even jumpy enough to unholster his stunner. Even better.

The guards glance at each other, uneasy, as if trying to figure out what to do, but Wash is already using the opportunity and especially in the dark it's easy enough for him to get behind them with Lucy's distraction. He slips behind one guard and pulls him into a headlock, arm locked tightly enough his throat to choke him out, and before his friend gets the chance to even really react to the bustle of sound and the cold light going haywire Wash's already made use of the first guard's stunner. It's messier than Wash would like, but the end result is still both guards out on the floor, and Wash glances back to Lucy, gesturing her over.

"Hi guys? Really?" There's amusement in his voice, though, not a reprimand, and he's already hauling one guard the short distance over to the door to activate the palm lock. Immediately moving inside, a knot in his chest easing when he sees her, even in the dark. God.

"Hey -- come on. We've got you. You're not hurt, are you?" There's a smile, there, but. "No time for reunions. You're sticking with Lucy, and I need you to tell me if you know where Byerly's being held."
protocol: (► the layers in the same)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-07 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Maybe it'll be a more even match, then. Wash can be scathing, but it's not where he's most capable. Not much of a reaction there, though, just a shrug. ]

Could've been anything. A threat to keep you away from her, maybe a threat to her safety. Your family just being very particular about securing her from you. Or maybe you were just very, very wicked, yes.

[ A tip of his head, then. ] You've not contacted her by choice.
protocol: (► i had to cut poverty in the gymnasium)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-07 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Maybe, huh. An amused sound, but a nod. ]

Sure I'm nervous. Would be stupid not to be. [ Tipping his head slightly in the direction of the base. ] There's a lot riding on all of this.

But we've just got one thing to focus on, right? Easy. Get in, rescue the princess, get out.

[ The princess and the spy. Still, ideally he'd rather Lucy only have to worry about the princess part. ]
timetrek: (their deaths firsthand)

[personal profile] timetrek 2017-05-07 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
What if our princess is in another castle?

[ He probably won't get the reference, but she couldn't resist. ]
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-07 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He does, in fact, very vaguely recognize it. Just as one of those things the Reds and Blues talk about sometimes, though. And he really does not understand most of what they talk about. A shrug, and in good humor; ]

Then every single soldier we have out here is also pointed at the wrong castle, and we're already screwed.

[ His version of good humor, anyway. ]
Edited 2017-05-07 23:31 (UTC)
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[personal profile] shri 2017-05-07 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ things that reasonably, she shouldn't find endearing, and yet it pulls a flickered smile from her. As quickly there as gone. ]

Strangely enough, you are the only one in camp completely innocent. [ her own private joke, before she sobers. ] I found a body a few days ago. One of Vorvolk's men. Vorkalloner. He was no friend of ours by any means. He spent most of his time calling for Galeni's death.
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-08 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
"You may pass on one condition.” Tarn tilts his head, staring down at Miles as he begins to recollect himself. "You tell your princess of this conversation and make it clear that you extended this invitation to me. I want it known that I was merciful when I could have easily snuffed you out of existence.”

He extends a hand for Miles to shake on.

“Do we have a deal, Miles?"
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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."
protocol: (► mr president i want a man from you)

[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] lovernotafighter 2017-05-08 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
They're back.

Tucker had been nervous since the mission had commenced, a feeling that was combined with a host of bitterness, annoyance, and anger at himself. Fucking fixing houses, fucking not being able to go on this rescue, fucking not beating up these asshole soldiers in fear of getting kicked off of a mission he couldn't even go on anyway. But at least Wash was going, and he and Carolina were the only two people he trusted completely to bring Sonia back home, alive, safe. Wash wouldn't fail. He wouldn't.

And he hadn't. Tucker owed him a beer.

At least Tucker was allowed out of the med tent, limping still, hurting still, but out on his own. He probably wouldn't have stayed inside either, because fuck that, Sonia was coming home and he wanted to greet her. So he waited among the others, trying to look nonchalant and failing miserably; being away had given him too much time to think, to analyze some shit, to be worried for her, about her. She was a friend, she was important, and she wasn't allowed to totally scare him like that again.

When he saw her, his face broke into the brightest of grins. "Hey, baby! What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

Sometimes, it was good to go for the classics.
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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?