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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: (staring at the heavens)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-05 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Byerly is a bit more concerned about the guard's disapproval. After all, they can take Sonia away at any time, Or they can deny her the right to come here again. He looks up at the ghem, and gives a small solemn nod - an acknowledgment of the man's reservations. But he doesn't pull away either. Instead, he looks back down at her. Should he lie? No. No, he's lied to her enough.

"I was present at the torture of Duv Galeni," Byerly answers quietly. "And I believe that the Count would have been quite pleased if I'd been the equal of some of my more famous ancestors. But he wasn't forcing the issue." He gives a half shrug. "I was a disappointment, but he didn't lean on me that hard for that fact."
vorbratta: (but you say that you're doin just fine)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-05 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
The guard gives Byerly a sour look in return, but glancing at the Princess again, decides not to object again. He doesn't down that her threats to scream were, in fact, real, and even if he's not the one guilty of misconduct, none of them wants to have to explain a screaming princess.

A long breath of relief escapes Sonia and she slumps against Byerly, a muttered thank God passing her lips. It had been all too easy a fiction to believe, and she'd been scared that if it had been true, then Byerly might still have a reason not to return to camp with her if -- when they get out of here, because she has to believe that they will. But the interim is so much more bearable now. She hugs him tighter, her cheek to his shoulder.

"I missed you," she whispers, quiet enough that only he can hear. There's no accusation in it, just sheer relief.
vorbratta: (you attract all the bees)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-05 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, she loves that smile on him. It warms her thoroughly, makes her feel like everything's going to be alright. He must get that from Olivia, somehow. She used to smile at Sonia like that too, when they'd been younger.

"Then I'm not sorry I didn't run. I...I think Tarn would have caught up to me anyway." She looks uncomfortable admitting that, and a look of genuine fear crosses her face, but no -- she's safe away from him now, and Natasha...Natasha had looked out for her.

The experience had changed her irrevocably. It would have been impossible to avoid it, after those long weeks spent with the Cetagandans. She's still Sonia, and the changes are small, subtle, easy to miss if you don't know her well. But there's a small surety she carries with her now that she didn't have before, even as she looks like she might cry from sheer relief, sheer overwhelming emotion.

"I'm so glad, Miles." She does start to cry then, sitting down hard on a rock nearby, sniffling. "I'm so glad. I was so... I'm so glad I'm home."
sparkwhisperer: (human 15)

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-05 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
“So you say, but what reason do I have to trust you? We have no rapport to speak of.” Tarn doesn’t quite know what to make of Miles. He appears to be earnest, but Tarn has met many talented liars. Words mean nothing to him— it’s actions that truly make an impact.

Though, he must admit, if Miles i telling then there is some merrit to his argument.

“How this war ends has no barring on me. I don’t plan to be here long enough for it to truly make much of an impact. This planet could crumble into ruin for all I care"
sparkwhisperer: (human 15)

Tarn [Cetaganda | Riverfall| OTA]

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-05 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
A. Pre Attack

Tarn remains a subdued shadow of himself for several weeks after his altercation with Natasha. He does his best to avoid contact with others, but you may yet stumble across him in such a vulnerable state— walking circuits around the base during strange hours of the night in an attempt to soothe his mind.

Weak. He’s a weak link in the decepticon cause. It’s no wonder Megatron chose to keep him away from the front lines. It has nothing to do with his value as an organized administrator and everything to do with his inability to hold his own in a simple fight. Natasha made that much clear.

He’s in a spiral.


B. Riverfall

He’s going stir crazy. The attack on the base provided a welcome distraction, but with business returning to normal Tarn is desperate to escape the confines of the base.

A routine patrol of Riverfall certainly fits the bill. Armed with a stunner, Tarn is wandering the perimeter of the village, enjoying a bit of peace and fresh air. A walk and a change of scenery are exactly what he’s needed. Though, before long, he finds that he’s no longer alone.

“Did you need something? I think you’ll find I’m not the type for useless small talk.” Not now anyway. He’s rather keen on spending his patrol alone.


C. Wildcard

[down for whatever! plot with me @ [plurk.com profile] mroberge]
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht 5)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-05 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"I had hoped you wouldn't," he says - but his tone is a little wry, not self-pitying. "Didn't Vorkosigan do his best to make me seem like a rotten ne'er-do-well? I thought I could count on him for that."

He twists a lock of her hair around his hair, stroking his thumb along it.

"I'm sorry for all of it," he says softly. "I hadn't wanted you to suffer. Naive, I suppose."
protocol: (Default)

washington | barrayar & riverfall, ota and all that

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-05 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
i - pre-mission | doctors suck lets do arts and crafts;
[ Wash looks like he's gotten into a fight, and a proper one, this time, one he didn't get out of before it turned ugly. It'd happened when he was carrying a message to Dorca's camp from Piotr, something that Wash is all too aware isn't particularly good, but there's nothing much for it. He'd still done what was asked of him, and the small handful of soldiers he knocked out along the way was, ah. Just unfortunate. He'd done his best to just disable rather than injure people, this time, and while had managed that much it meant that he didn't get out quite so unscathed. Some nasty bruise he'd picked up earlier on the left side of his jaw that was starting to heal up is apparently worse than before, now. He has a split lip, split knuckles, crusted blood trailing down from the corner of his temple from some wound mostly hidden in his hair, scraped skin on his forearm where he'd braced himself from a fall, and undoubtedly more than that not so easily visible. He's bothered to wash himself up a bit, but instead of heading to the med tent to get himself seen to, he's apparently decided he'd rather tend to his uniform.

Sewing. He's wearing some other spare clothing, and just sitting somewhere quiet near the outsider's tent, sewing. There wasn't too much damage, but Wash has been through far too many inspections ( and conducted too many, himself ) to not want to patch up the rips and tears there are. He works quietly, not quickly but it's clearly because he isn't particularly rushed more than because he doesn't know what he's doing, and at some point the spool of thread he's using gets knocked a off where he had it neatly perched on his knee. He reaches out and would catch it easily, unless, someone happens to be in the way.

He tips his head, wordlessly. Mind handing that back to him? Thanks. ]
ii - post-mission, 5/15 | celebrations suck lets be a loner;
[ Wash has been worried about Sonia since she's been captured, with the added stress of everything else going on on top of it, then with Byerly, with Natasha. Even after making it out of the base with Lucy and their two rescues in tow, he's still in high gear and completely mission-focused until the moment they step back within vicinty on the camp, and then the immediate relief and fatigue that floods over him is apparent. God, he's tired, but when is he not tired, and finally, finally. Natasha's still back there, but this is a victory he'll hold onto, for now. Sonia safe and sound, and even damned Byerly, and a good blow struck against the Cetagandan base. Losses suffered, but none of his own.

He handles all of his responsibilities first, debriefings and checking up on the other teams sent out, visits with Tucker in the med tent to let him know how everything went. The camp's buzzing with activity, the tensions at least for a moment finally gone, and he watches Sonia from afar for a time before he pulls away. Leave her to her reunions, to her rest. Leave Vorrutyer to whatever the hell he wants to do. Leave the rest to their celebrations, especially now that there's finally something to celebrate. None of those things have ever really been for Wash. Instead, he wanders somewhere just off the fringe of the camp, far enough from all the celebrations that any of that noise only comes through as a distant murmur, settling himself on the gnarled roots in the shade of some old tree. It feels like he hasn't really had any room to breathe, for a while.

He doesn't really want to be dragged back into the celebrations, but he won't say no to company. Despite pulling away on his lonesome, he seems almost amiable, really. ]
iii - post-mission, whenever | seriously lets not with the celebrating;
[ Wash's always kept largely to himself, and even after hostilities start easing down in the camp after the successful attack on the Cetagandan base, that doesn't really change. If anything he seems more keen than usual to find some space for himself, especially with all the celebrating going on, loud and rowdy with drink passing around, stories traded back and forth. Occasionally he's recognized as someone who'd helped to save the princess, and he just really wants nothing to do with any of it.

As always, especially in the evenings and on through to awful hours of the night, Wash can be found wherever there's quiet, most likely sitting by himself next to some lonely fire, and possibly still very engrossed in playing chess with himself depending on what night you might run into him on. He's always quite pointedly as far as away from possible as wherever most of the celebrating ends up being. Because he's the worst. ]
iv - wildcard;
[ Wash'll be around both in camp and in Riverfall, and as always prone to being around at stupid hours of the night. As always toss me a line at [plurk.com profile] dragonpunch or valonqar#1048 @ disc if you'd like anything specific, but feel free to run into him wherever! ]
protocol: (► mr president i want a man from you)

B hey buddy

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

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

sparkwhisperer: (Default)

Re: B hey buddy

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

The scarring around his right eye twists as it narrows.

“Apparently so. “ He frowns, brushing a stray lock of hair behind his ear. “One wonders what sort of stories you’ve heard."
thesisko: (23)

[personal profile] thesisko 2017-05-05 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course he's seen her with the way he's been watching the camp, trying to learn as much as possible without becoming too involved himself. He missed the fight, at least, which was either fortunate or unfortunate, depending on your perspective - surely, he would have wound up significantly more involved.

He's about to greet her as well, when she makes the sign - if it's not entirely universal, it at least is among several humanoid species - and arches a curious bow. As she passes, he turns and then does follow, his expression darkening as he sees what she's spotted. He stops alongside her, the set of his jaw tightening as he takes a sharp breath.

"I did not," His tone isn't particularly abrasive, not having taken the comment too harshly, but there is a gravelly sternness to it as his gaze moves over the soldier, taking in what he can.

"Do you know who he is?"
protocol: (► ladderpoints is now upon us)

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

A shrug. "What d'you think I've heard?"
vorbratta: (while i sweep up the mess)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-05 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"He did. All traitors are thieves by nature," she parrots in a fair imitation of Piotr, pulling a slight face. She's a little angry with him now in retrospect, even if this new context is making more sense of things. "He was convincing, yes. I was angry, yes. But being angry didn't make me miss you any less."

She sniffles discreetly and looks up at him, her cheek pillowed on his shoulder. "Maybe. It didn't matter if I hated you or not. Anger and resentment are just another kind of suffering. It's war, Byerly," she sighs, and for all she's supposed to be the naive one, it's acceptance, not resignation, in her voice. Acceptance born of lived experience too long to deny. "You were following orders, doing your job. You were doing it in service of Barrayar. I can't find it in myself to fault you for that."

She never quite likes to admit just how Vor she can really be sometimes, but that -- that does make all the difference. It doesn't mean she didn't hurt, or that she isn't angry with Piotr for thinking that it could somehow make it easier if he made it hurt more. But if it was in the name of ending this stupid, tireless war, if it was for Barrayar, then it was done in honor.

"And even while you were doing that, you tried to make it easier for me. I couldn't see it at the time, but..." She gives him a quiet smile. "You still tried to give me hope. Tried to make sure I'd be alright. You got me that camera."
sparkwhisperer: (human 5)

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

"I think that would depend on who you've been talking to."
protocol: (► once you have a soul)

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

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

'Cause buddy, he ain't Sonia. He'll give you hell.
vorrutyer: (is this dude handsome)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-05 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Whatever are you talking about?" He lifts his eyebrows at her and gives a little squeeze to her shoulder. "I just thought I looked terribly fine in those Cetagandan-style clothes. I wanted photographic evidence. Oh, I suppose it might have cheered you up, mightn't it?"

He smiles. Then he lets out a little sigh, a bit of his merriment - such as it is - falling away. "Anger is an easier thing than sadness, I think. So I wanted you to be angry. But - yes. Pain was inevitable. But - " He tips his head back. "As you said. Anything for Barrayar. Now and always." He smiles grimly up at where he assumes a camera is hidden. No. He won't falter in this. Never.

"If only we had a drink, to toast to being Vor."
dendarii: (cunning plan)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-05 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He really kind of is. ]

What's wrong with wanting to have a bit of an impact?
vorrutyer: (whimsical (but smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-05 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, nothing at all. But you're dreaming a bit about this particular type of impact.
dendarii: (OOPS)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-05 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
It won't be that hard. I know exactly when it's going to happen.
sparkwhisperer: (human 5)

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-05 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Clasping his hands neatly in front of him, Tarn flawlessly mimics a sweet smile.

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

"Now let me guess," Tarn taps a finger on his chin, ruby eyes boring directly into Wash's, burning with intensity. "You've been talking to Ratchet, haven't you?"
vorrutyer: (confused)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-05 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
When it's going to happen? When what's going to happen?
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-05 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, that smile. Tarn's the type that likes to play then, is he? Wash isn't really in the mood for games, but he finds himself smiling a little anyway. Perfectly genuine, they're both practiced liars here, then, and with a slight laugh, warn and amiable.

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

Guess who taught him to fight.
dendarii: (cunning plan)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-05 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's true," he admits easily enough. "I kind of hate you. But I'm also smarter than that."

And he very much believes the man here. Tarn seems like an opportunist in basically every way, and there's no reason for most people to care about either side of his conflict. Under normal circumstances he could sympathize. Drawn into a foreign conflict in a foreign body, no way back ...

No wonder he's getting his kicks by murdering everything. And being a big jerk.

"You need to be on the winning side," he says. "That's the only way you get back to who you were."
protocol: (► so go home in a six pack up yours)

for carolina

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-06 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's something a little nostalgic about all of this. It's not nearly like old times, not when they'll be moving in different teams, not when they're on some completely foreign planet in a completely foreign world, but readying for a mission, a big one. Back in the day they always used to do something for a mission, and at the time he would never have approached Carolina quite like this, but. There's still a little familiarity. Wherever he finds Carolina the night before they set out for the attack, he's smiling, tipping his head slightly in greeting. ]

Hey, boss. Got a minute?

Big op tomorrow, and all. [ A slight shrug, maybe a little sheepish, a little more like the Wash that Carolina used to know all those years ago. Parts of it weren't entirely an act. ] Thought maybe we could just -- hang out, for a while.

[ Like we used to. Like we all used to. ]
dendarii: (034)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-06 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ah. Well. He hasn't talked about this specifically, has he? ]

Yuri's massacre.
vorrutyer: (shaaaahhhhts)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-06 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ He lifts his eyebrows - though his mouth tightens just a bit. ]

Which might not happen at all.