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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!
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."
sparkwhisperer: (human 4)

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-06 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
A frown tugs at the corner of Tarn's mouth. Slowly, he slips the stunner back into his holster, before casually approaching Miles. He watches him, vigilant in looking for any changes in body language, or movement toward his dagger.

He needs to judge his sincerity.

Sliding right up to Miles, Tarn cocks his head, before leaning down to stare him in the eye."The feeling is mutual. But, worry not, I hate everyone on this forsaken mud-ball of a planet."

Tarn slips a hand up to clap Miles on the shoulder. If he wants to stab him, now would be the time.
dendarii: (eidetics 111)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-06 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Hell. All the charm in the world can't keep him from stiffening up as Tarn puts his hand on Miles' shoulder. His hand twitches towards that knife too. But - but he manages to keep himself from grabbing it. His own loss at this point; the opening to stab Tarn easily is quickly slipping away from him.

He's clearly not happy about this. But he's also not attacking. That means something, right?

"Oh good," he says with a faint twitch. "I was worried there might be someone you don't hate."
sparkwhisperer: (Default)

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-06 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
There is in fact only one person in the base that Tarn actually likes. Though, what does that say about Pearl?

Tarn doesn't let up as Miles' entire body goes ridged, flinching at his touch. His own movements are nearly liquid as he pulls the Barrayaran close in a trap of an embrace, breath ghosting over his ear as he speaks.

"And wound your delicate sensibilities? Certainly not." He's pushing it and he knows it. "Though you would do well to learn a lesson or two bout me before making such invitations. Surely Ratchet has been spreading rumors like wildfire in your camp. You aren't curious about where gossip becomes truth?"
dendarii: (no shit)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-06 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
This just keeps getting worse. That stiffness changes to absolute rigidity as Tarn gets entirely too close for comfort. Better that the man just knife him or something ... Tarn can likely feel a light shudder go through him.

"Something about torture and sadism." To put it mildly. "But there are worse than you among the soldiers. They were happy to abuse me just as much as you."
sparkwhisperer: (human 13)

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-06 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"A rather crude way to put it." Tarn doesn't give him an inch."Although, I suppose it does hold a bit of truth."

He's honestly impressed that no moves have been made against his person, despite Miles' clear discomfort.

"I'm surprised that you'd wish to add more, in the case. You certainly don't seem to be the best at self preservation. Is that also a Barrayaran trait?"
dendarii: (OOPS)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-06 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
He's getting close. If Tarn stays this close just a little bit longer ... His fingers twitch towards the blade briefly.

"I seem to be a bit bad at it," he says with a grimace. "But not for any fault of my own. Barrayar hates mutants like me."
sparkwhisperer: (Default)

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-06 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn’t notice Mile’s hand twitching towards his knife. He’s too distracted by the comment. They have more in common than Miles may think.

"Then they will hate a mutant like me as well. “

An outlier among his kind, Tarn had possessed certain abilities. Abilities that painted a target on his back in a time where a functionalist senate insisted that each Cybertronian was put on the planet to do only one thing, dictated by their form. He overstepped those bounds, but it's what makes Tarn unique in a sea of common soldiers even after the Decepticons tore down their oppressors.
dendarii: (solpadeine118)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-07 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
Stealthily, he wraps his fingers around the hilt of his knife. All he needs is a quick jerk upwards if need be. In just a moment. He's still morbidly fascinated as he mentally compares the two of them.

"You're an outsider," he says, frowning a bit. "You're already odd, so they won't think anything of it." A pause. "Unless there's something else different about you?"
sparkwhisperer: (human 4)

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-07 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
Smile tightening, Tarn is silent for a minute. "No. Nothing else."

It's not Miles' business. He's never been one to show his entire hand-- not when it's so much more interesting to keep a few cards a surprise.

Leaning back slightly, he allows Miles a modicum of personal space

"I'll consider your proposal." If Diya's hold over his dreams of gene therapy continues to be a problem he may be more easily swayed. Still, he'll have to look into other sources of information. He's not so idiotic as to take Miles' word at face value.
dendarii: (cunning plan)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-07 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
He relaxes his grip on the knife as Tarn withdraws. Scarcely daring to take in a full breath. If he gets through this with no injuries at all, he'll count himself incredibly lucky.

"Please do," he says, using that bit of space to take a step back. "In the meantime, I have work to do. So if you would let me pass?"
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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?"
dendarii: (Default)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-08 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
Miles eyes Tarn's hand. Tell Sonia that he tried to recruit Tarn? That he was merciful to Miles? That would almost certainly hurt Sonia worse than ... well, plenty. But she'll be hurt if Miles comes back injured as well. Or worse. And better to have Tarn at least think the offer is open. Hell, it's still best if Tarn joins up ...

He still stares at that hand. Swallows a bit.

"And if I decline?"
sparkwhisperer: (human 16)

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-08 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
Tarn only stares for a few moment, trying to determine if he's serious, or simply has a strange sense of humor.

"Well, I would have thought that would be obvious. I am a reasonable person, Miles, but I also won't let myself be taken advantage of. Should you decline, you simply will not pass. Instead, you may find yourself looking rather like that fellow over there." He casually gestures to the mangled corpse laying behind him.
dendarii: (OOPS)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-08 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
A little bit of both, really. He hadn't really expected a different answer here. Tell Sonia that Tarn was merciful, or probably die. Those are his options. (Or he could, you know, lie. But the thought doesn't quite occur to him.)

If he were really and truly smart about this, he'd just take the deal and run. But ... Instead, he approaches Tarn. Holds out his hand as if to shake. Then - with no warning, but surely not much surprise, he ducks past the man instead, bolting for the other side of the hallway. His legs are short but he moves decently fast given sufficient motivation. Like now.
sparkwhisperer: (human 3)

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-08 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Looking smug, Tarn prepares to shake Mile's hand before he dodges last minute, sprinting down the hallway.

"Ah. An unfortunate turn of events." He should go for his stunner, but honestly his first instinct is to take chase, bolting after Miles.

"I would have preferred for this to go differently--!" He yells after the barrayaran. He's quicker than Tarn would have expected, given the rather short length of his legs. But, unfortunately for Miles, Tarn is determined.
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 001)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-08 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Of course the man won't give up after just one dodge. Miles curses as he glances back and sees him hot on Miles' heels. Though he's quick enough in the short term, if he has to run for too long, odds are good that Tarn will catch up. His legs are longer, after all, and Miles still risks a seizure at the worst moment, even with his medicine ...

That's when he spots the mangled Barrayaran in the hallway. Like every other soldier on this mission, the man has a blade on him. A sword in this case, since he wasn't part of the infiltration team. Good. That's what Miles needs. With a murmured apology, he scoops up the fallen blade and whirls back at Tarn, aiming a slash across his chest. His movements are awkward, given the relative size of the weapon, but all he needs is a good enough hit to make Tarn turn back, he figures. "So would I," he says grimly, holding the weapon out in front of him after his strike. "Let's compromise, hmm?"
sparkwhisperer: (human 15)

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-08 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Stumbling back, Tarn barely avoids a direct hit. The blade grazes him, but not hard enough to do much damage other than tear his shirt and leave a shallow cut in it's wake. He looks down at himself, frowning.

"A compromise?" His fingers inch toward his stunner, but he doesn't draw. Not yet. "And what would you have of me?"
dendarii: (no shit)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-08 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Enjoy that organic body leaking some organic blood, Tarn. He backs up another pace, word still clenched tight in his hand. His eyes focused on that stunner. That is the real danger here; if Tarn drops him, Miles will wake up in the hands of Cetaganda. If he even wakes up at all.

"How about I never inflict your presence on Sonia again. Even in words," he says, a flash of real anger in his expression. "And you can go back whatever the hell this is supposed to be." He nods his head down at the dead body. "I still say you'd get along with the Barrayarans just fine. Just not her."
sparkwhisperer: (human 11)

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-08 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"You realize that by inviting me to this camp you will automatically be subjecting her to me. Is this your strange way of revoking your invitation?" Tarn pauses, mere centimeters away from the handle of the stunner, eyes narrowing. My, someone is still bitter about their last little scuffle.

"A clever ruse to distract me, but I'm wise to your tricks, Bararrayarn. You'll be lucky is there's anything left for the Princess to find." Tarn snarls, drawing his weapon. He feels like a fool for actually considering it. Miles is a talented liar, indeed.
dendarii: (TW_S1_E13_0316)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-08 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Just a bit. And given that the stunner is now officially in play, he's in desperate need of an exit ... Maybe one more pithy comment before he goes, and that's it.

"Not so automatic as you think. Consider it." Though at this point he doesn't give a damn if Tarn believes him. He darts in close for a dangerous moment, slashing the blade hard at Tarn's wrist. And then - he just drops the damn thing, instead turning to run. Zigzagging in an effort to avoid the stunner shots he'll almost certainly have chasing him.
sparkwhisperer: (human 4)

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-05-08 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Tarn jerks his hand away to avoid the blade, momentarily distracted, but long enough for Miles to make a break for it. Cursing under his breath, Tarn fires off several shots, just barely missing.

By the time the stunner is charged enough for a third, Miles is gone.

Hissing in irritation, Tarn lowers his weapon.

"Fine. I suppose everyone gets lucky occasionally." He mutters, trying not to let the nagging feeling of inadequacy take hold.
dendarii: (OOPS)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-05-09 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
Miles would probably have something to say to that. But - nope, he's gone already, dashing away and out of sight. Thanking all his lucky stars as he goes.