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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: (what a shitty grin)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-06 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. He blows out his cheeks and lets out a breath. Damn. Well, it's not like Sonia is dim - and, well, now he hasn't disobeyed orders, has he? He rubs at his brow and answers, "No. It was highly privileged information. Only the Count, the Countess, and my personal handler." A shrug. "Not that it worked out so well - it seems a few of them over on the Barrayaran side figured it out. Apparently, I didn't play the feckless fool quite hard enough, and Piotr wasn't working quite hard enough to keep the wool pulled over their eyes."

He shrugs, then shakes his head. "You know, it's been a damnably long time since I had a drink. My head is aching with sobriety. It hurts."
vorbratta: (set it up and tear it down)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-06 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. So her sister did know. Sonia suspected as much, ever since Byerly's cover had been blown. Sonia had cried on her after finding out about Byerly's supposed betrayal, cried herself out until there was nothing left in her. Had that been difficult for her sister to bear? It's hard to tell with Olivia these days. And who else had known, who else had she leaned on that already knew and had to keep that secret? She can't ask Byerly that, not here. She can't offer much more than a shake of her head and a slight shrug in response.

"There's been a lot going on," she says, which doesn't really mean anything at all, there's always a lot going on, but hell if she knows what everyone more militarily savvy than her has been thinking. She gives him a mild look. "You've been in here less than a week. Don't tell me you've been dry since you got here?"

No, she's sure he'd be looking much worse off if that were the case.
vorrutyer: (explaining everything (badly))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-06 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"No," he admits a bit ruefully. "I had my fair share of drinks out there. The Cetagandans aren't uncivilized - god, imagine, a planet of teetotalers. But it has been nearly a week. I haven't spent this long sober since I hit puberty."

He gives a wry smile, as though he's joking. Well. No matter.

"Still, this would all be far more pleasant if we were splitting a bottle of Vorkosigan wine between us. Don't you think? I don't suppose you could work your magic to get us one of those."
vorbratta: (a hundred and twelve)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-08 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Joking, right. Sonia's spent too much time around Vor -- and Byerly -- not to raise a little eyebrow at that, but she doesn't comment. A painfully wistful sigh escapes her at the mention of Vorkosigan wine -- God, what she wouldn't give.

"I haven't had a drink for over a month," Sonia points out plaintively, though the sour look is turned directly on the guard who'd just tried to voice objections. "And," she says, her voice growing just as sour, "I didn't even know they had Vorkosigan wine here, although I suppose I shouldn't be surprised."

She purses her lips into a pout and looks back at Byerly. "Every time I've tried to get a drink, I've been told it wouldn't do, that it isn't very princesslike, or whatever. Just goes to show what they know about Barrayaran royalty. I suppose I could scream."

The guard who'd voiced objection earlier suddenly looks very alarmed -- clearly a threat she's made before.
vorrutyer: (smug aka default)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-08 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, no, no need," he says, patting her hand. He doesn't want to be the one who riles her up; he'd much sooner get credit for keeping Sonia on an even keel. It's the sort of thing that would hopefully keep them bringing her to him. Hopefully.

"Here, let's do the proper Vor thing, shall we?" He scoots back a bit to look at her. "You, like a good Vor lady, will become drunk on poetry. Hm? Shall I see what I can remember? See if I can intoxicate you with beautiful words and marvelous eloquence?" Without waiting for an affirmation, he presses a hand to his chest and begins to recite, his voice trembling with a poet's emotion -

"There once was a Countess Vorlightly
Who was perhaps a little too sprightly.
She called up a prole
And demanded his pole
And her husband became rather unsightly."


He winks at her soon as he's finished. "That one's about the Impaling of Count and Countess Vorlightly. Such a scandalous chapter in Southern Continent history. So charming."
Edited 2017-05-08 21:36 (UTC)
vorbratta: (it takes a little vanity)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-09 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia laughs at that -- really, truly laughs, like it's just them in this room, like they're back in her tent, like the guards and cell around them just melt away under Byerly's ridiculously affected voice. She claps her hands in delight when he's done, a real smile blossoming on her face.

"You know, my formal education stopped at around age thirteen. Perhaps I ought to hire you as a history tutor." Sonia grins helplessly at him, then fakes an utterly overplayed swoon, the back of her hand to her forehead. "Goodness me, dear Byerly, I think I'm feeling a little tipsy already. Tell me another, please. Got any more limericks?"
vorrutyer: (what a shitty grin)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-09 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"But of course I do, my dear lady," he says, theatrically fanning her. He sits back and recites -

"Limericks I cannot compose,
With noxious smells in my nose.
But this one was easy,
I only felt queasy,
Because I was sniffing my toes."
vorbratta: (but tonight)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-12 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia makes an awful snickering noise into her hands. "That wasn't very educational," she says, drawing her legs up onto the bed. "But intoxicating -- in a way, I suppose."

One of Sonia's guards clears his throat audibly. "Princess, I think it's about time we escorted you back."

Sonia looks at him, lips pursed, brows drawn down. "What, are your delicate ghem sensibilities offended by a little bad poetry? Surely you have limericks on Cetaganda."

He doesn't seem to find the retort funny at all; he steps inside the cell, making no move to touch her, but he does gesture very clearly for her to get up off the bed.
vorrutyer: (sweaty)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-12 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
Byerly looks up as well, all amusement gone out of his face. He opens his hands to the guard, demonstrating both his helplessness and his plea to his good-will. "Us being together simply makes your job easier," he points out. "Neither of us are causing trouble, and you guards can have a bit of rest. Don't take offense to this."

But the man doesn't seem to relent. Byerly grimaces and turns back to Sonia. A proper Vor, of course, would stand ferocious and defiant, challenging those demands and refusing to back down. But By isn't, hasn't ever been, proper Vor.

"Best to prove that it's all right for us to be together," he says. "I want to see you again."
vorbratta: (stick your head up)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-12 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia pouts unhappily, because she does know that there are limits to how much she should push the guards, but she nods with a small sigh and wraps Byerly in another tight hug. She buries her face in his shoulder for several long moments before finally letting go. Giving Byerly a small smile, she tucks her hair behind her ear and gets to her feet.

"I'll come back again later," she promises as the cell door opens again. "Thank you, Byerly."
vorrutyer: (genuinely affectionate?? nah)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-12 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Please don't let them kill me first. Desperately, in his heart, he sends up that fervent wish into the universe - Please don't let them kill me first. Please let me live to see her again.

Impulsively, he reaches out and grasps her hand, and he presses a deep kiss to the back of it. And he murmurs in Barrayaran Russian, a language of intimacy and of sincerity -

"It will give me great joy," he says. "Be well, Sonia."
vorbratta: (stick my head up)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-05-14 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia smiles quietly at that, letting her hand linger in his grasp. "Take care, dear Byerly," she murmurs back in Russian before she permits herself to be swept out of his cell by her guard.