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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!
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-04 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
He's just barely gotten back from his own portion of the mission - almost certainly bruised and bloodied, or at least unhappy after an encounter with Tarn - but the sight of Sonia safe in camp is enough to send his heart soaring. Sonia is back. Sonia is safe, and away from Cetaganda. He could have endured much worse and still come out overjoyed with this as his reward.

He makes his way through the throng of people, rescuers and soldiers alike. "Sonia!" he calls, waving a hand towards her so that she might get a glimpse of him before he has to jostle his way through all these stupid tall people. If not for them, he might have considered throwing himself bodily into his great aunt's arms. "Sonia! Are you alright?" Is she injured? Did the Cetagandans lay a finger on her? Not that there's anything he can do about either of those things now. His gaze immediately flickers up to the spot where Tarn had hit her with a stunner to see if the bruise is still there.
vorbratta: (and throw me back in the ditch again)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-04 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia doesn't have to see him, she hears him, and another cold wave of relief hits her so hard she feels like she might be sick. But instead she just moves toward his voice, none too courteously pushing people out of her way -- they're all soldiers, they'll be fine, and at any rate they'd better make way if the Princess wants to go somewhere.

"Miles!" Her voice is breathless, fraught with relief, and as soon as she gets to him she throws both her arms around him in a tight hug, bodily lifting him off the ground at least a few inches in her excitement. There's no mark left from where Tarn had hit her, thankfully; at least the Cetagandans had tended to her properly. "Oh, Miles, thank God! I'm alright, Wash and Lucy got me out -- are you alright?" She pulls bac, finally, studying his face with bright concern in an expression that looks astonishingly aunt-like on her despite her youth. Clearly she'll grow into the role just fine.
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 101)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-04 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Miles laughs at that, giddy with relief and that hug. God, he won't even complain about being lifted off the ground. He's just so incredibly relieved to see her, and glad to be here with her again. The nightmares he'd had about her. The guilt ...

But it all falls away from the sheer comfort of feeling her arms around him. He swipes at his face with one hand as she sets him down at last, blinking back a sudden onset of tears. Given the past few weeks and his own involvement in the op, he's bruised, but there's no major and visible injuries on him. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Much better for having you here."
vorbratta: (so go ahead chiquita)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-05 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia finds herself blinking back tears, too, although not quite as successfully as Miles. She's almost reluctant to let him go, but she just lets out a shaky but exhilarated laugh, dabbing at her eyes with her shirtsleeve. She's still wearing the Cetagandan fatigues she's been stuck in for weeks -- God, she can't wait to wear her own clothes again, however unwashed. Sonia presses a hand to his cheek briefly and lets out a sharp breath of relief, her face brightening.

"Good. Good. I was so worried about you. Tarn -- " She closes her fingers around empty air, looking frustrated for a second. "Oh, Miles, Tarn made such awful threats, I'm just -- I'm just glad to see you're alright."
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-05 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Ha. Well. He did encounter Tarn in the base, but no sense in mentioning that just yet. Much better to focus on more cheerful topics. He leans into her hand, beaming up at her with utter joy.

"Worried about me? I was fine," he says with a warm smile. "Though I still wish you'd run when I gave you a chance." The comment is gentle, though, and not blaming her. Especially as he follows up with, "You did save my life."
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."
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-06 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
A Vorbarra smile, eh? But there's a lot of his grandmother in his face. And a lot of the Vorkosigan look in his face shape and jaw. He squeezes her arm gently, trying to help keep those terrifying thoughts at bay. Nothing but comfort here today, dammit. There will be enough worry for both of them tomorrow.

"It's all right," he murmurs. "You're home. And Tarn is nowhere near here."

He'll just forget the fact that he tried to recruit Tarn for a hot minute there. It hadn't worked, and that's all that really matters. Gently, fondly, he reaches a hand up for her face. Tilts her jaw a bit so he can see her face better. "You look like you need rest, though. Do you need a moment away from the crowd?"
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[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-09 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Home has been an abstraction for so many years; it used to be Beta Colony, their flat in Silica that served as the Ambassador's Residence -- expansive and luxurious by Betan standards, but still a flat. War was never a place she thought she'd find home in. But over the years, this camp, these people, as often as they move and lose and gain again, have become her home. She just hadn't realized it until she'd been taken away from it.

She rests her cheek against Miles's hand and nods, sniffling and trying to blink back her tears. Being away from Tarn is a comfort in its own right. The man was a sadist; Sonia knows one when she sees one. "I think so," she says, because she's still smiling and a little tearful, but she is most definitely tired, from the incipient adrenaline crash if nothing else. "Will you accompany me back to my tent, Miles?"
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 115)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-09 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Miles nods at that. She could ask him to throw himself off a cliff and he'd probably do it, to be honest. But - much better to see her smile like this.

"Of course," he says, leaning into her hand. "Let's go, then. I've even got a little mead for the occasion."

God bless Ma Chaika and her seemingly infinite supply. He's squirreled away all sorts of stashes.
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[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-12 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia lets out a hoarse laugh that melts into a sigh. He may as well have just told her the sun was coming up after a thousand days of night.

"Miles," she says with heartfelt emotion, holding her arm out to him, "do you have any idea how long it's been since I've had a drink?"
dendarii: (half pint of trouble)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-12 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, good. He figured as much, given they're both Vor, but that smile is still glorious to behold.

"Too damn long, from the sounds of it." He gladly takes her arm, leading her gently along. "Let me rectify that."
vorbratta: (how come you wanna make off)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-14 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"You are a saint," Sonia sighs in utter fondness, patting his hand. "Where do you get your mead, anyway? I know I've been gone a while, but it seems to me you've always some to hand. I hope you're using that as a bid for popularity around here."
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-14 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"A little old Barrayaran grandmother in the village, of course," he says with a wide grin. "Alas that most seem to dislike me on sight. They're missing out."
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[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-14 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"That they are," Sonia says firmly, her lips thinned, and she looks down at Miles with a look of concern edging at her relief. Her voice softens a little. "I've heard things haven't been...very good for you all lately. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad Grandfather and Uncle Yuri are here, and that we found Colonel Vorvolk, but -- well, Uncle Yuri isn't all that quiet about his opinions."
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-14 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Ugh. He really doesn't to inflict this on her when she's just gotten back, but he can't hide the twist in his expression when she mentions Yuri specifically. All the sympathy for his situation can't make up for how terrible that man is, now and in the future. He's silent a moment, staring forward.

"No, not quiet at all," he says at last. "But let's drink first, shall we?"
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[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-14 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia purses her lips at that, tightening her arm around his. "I think I'm going to talk to him about it. Wash and Lucy saved my life, after all. He should at least be a little grateful to the outsiders."

But yes, drinks first, everything else later. She bobs her head in enthusiastic agreement. "So where do you keep this stash? You'll have to introduce me to your source, eh?"
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-14 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
He gives her a small smile at that. "Outsiders could be managed, I think," he says. "But you ought not not to spend too much time on a mutant." He doesn't think even Sonia can make a dent in that prejudice.

But - happier things. Alcoholic things. He leads her to one of the hollow trees where he's got a few bottles stashed, and gladly brings one out for her. "One of many," he says with a flourish. "But Ma Chaika herself lives in Riverfall."
vorbratta: (so go ahead chiquita)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-16 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ma Chaika?" Sonia brightens at the name, smiling. "Oh, she is something, isn't she? She's an excellent baker too, you know. Maybe next time you're in the village, you could ask her for something for me?" She gives him a wistful look. "I don't expect I'll be allowed to go to the village anymore, after what happened."

Thank God for the outsiders. Thank God Byerly is back with her. She might wither and die from loneliness otherwise.

She takes the bottle with a thankful smile, but her expression dims a little and she doesn't open it just yet, biting her lip. Now that the initial excitement of seeing him again is starting to die down, everything else is starting to come bubbling up.

"Miles..." She gives him a guilty look. "Miles, when I...when they took me, they fast-pentaed me."
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-16 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
A quick glance around confirms that there's no one remotely close, so Miles lets his expression soften into teasing fondness. "Anything for my great-aunt," he says with a grin. "Perhaps we could disguise you and take you along sometime. Byerly could help."

No, he knows she won't be allowed down. And for damn good reason. But - he can at least give her a little hope, right? That's not too much to ask?

He needs the cheer himself, especially when she goes on to the topic he was dreading. The light drains back out of his face, leaving him worried but ... no, not surprised. Once Sonia had been captured, there was only one outcome, after all. "I had thought they might," he says, his tone gentle. "There was likely no avoiding it."
vorbratta: (stick your head up)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-21 12:01 pm (UTC)(link)
She shakes her head with a rueful smile. "No, I don't think I could do that to poor Gavalas. And I don't think Byerly would be so keen on it either."

She bites her lip, though, because she still feels guilty, still feels responsible even though she well understands that no one beats fast-penta. "They know you came from the future. I guess it's good that there wasn't much else I could tell them, but...they know now, Miles. I don't know what they'll do with that. I'm sorry."
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-21 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, if she's turning it down herself, that's probably for the best. He allows another small smile himself before refocusing on the topic at hand.

So Cetaganda knows about him. He knew that would happen from the moment Sonia had been captured. Fast-penta had been inevitable, and thus surely that particular question ... He could kick himself for telling Sonia at all, but he's glad, at least, that he'd given her no real details. Tarn knows more. "No avoiding that either," he says with more of that gentle tone. "If blame must be laid, then lay it at my feet. I chose to tell you."
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[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-22 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"It isn't about blame, Miles." Sonia sniffs a little, not crying, but her voice is slightly thick. Oh, the maple mead will be a welcome relief. "It doesn't matter whose fault it is. That doesn't change the fact that they know. I don't...know how safe you'll be."
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-22 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Fortunately they're upon the stash now; he reaches down and pull the bottle out of the little hollow in the tree he'd chosen.

"Did they seem interested in tracking me down?" he asks, his voice quiet. It would be bad if Cetaganda got ahold of him, though he suspects fast-pentaing him will be mostly useless. Thanks to his brain chemistry.

In the meantime - he holds out the bottle to her.
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[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."
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[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."

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