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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: (crying harder)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-27 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His head arches back as Washington leans in. He doesn't blink, and his gaze stays fixed on Wash's even as he leans back. His eyelashes tremble, though, unsteadily. His lips part silently, the tip of his tongue pressed against his upper teeth, pink against bright white. His fingers clench on Wash's arm - not tapping out, but clutching for steadiness, grabbing on like someone clutching at a rock while being swept away on a raging current.

He can imagine it. Keenly. Unable to move, pinned down - tang of metal in his mouth. Delirious with fear, trusting - fearing - the prospect of death. It's an erotic image, charged through with dripping sexuality, and so the noise that By lets out - it's not words; it's just an unarticulated little whine of desire.

The wetness in his eyes overflows, a tear slipping out of the corner of his eye and rolling down his cheek. He doesn't even seem to noticed, focusing on just getting enough air to keep upright, to keep from surrendering quite yet. ]
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-27 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wash stays like that, for a while. He watches for where Byerly struggles, adjusts the amount of weight and pressure he's pressing against his throat to keep him right on that edge, finding that limit but not quite pushing him over. Dragging it out, he does always like to drag it out. Make that little moment of someone fraying completely at the edges last, someone unraveling completely at the seams, just like.
He watches that tear roll down his cheek. Watches him struggle for every not-quite-breath he's managing to take, feels his throat bobbing against his arm. ]


This is a good look for you, Byerly. [ Just on a low murmur, something hard and commanding to his tone even when his voice is soft. He eases up just the barest fraction of an inch. ] I think I can play a little more, but if you want to breathe, you're going to have to beg.
vorrutyer: (god honestly what is this guy's face)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-27 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Mm.

[ He gulps in breaths as soon as he can, as soon as that pressure is lessened. Takes advantage of the slight relief to refresh his supply of oxygen as much as he can - though that's not so much. His head is swimming. He feels rather like he's floating. It's a glorious sort of sensation. He smiles a little dreamily at Wash, and responds: ]

Vor...don't beg.

[ A challenge, playful. Almost warm. A little smile curls his trembling lips. ]
protocol: (► but like all the layers of the)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-27 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Playful as his tone might be, he'll take that challenge for what it is. And for someone like Byerly, there is something that almost always works. ]

Alright, then.

[ He answers without a smile but with some soft, amused sound, his other hand drifting down from where he was resting it against the bark, fingers brushing lightly against the corner of his mouth. And then he just -- drops his arm. Pulls away entirely. Falls a step back, reaches up to roll one shoulder back, a lazy, distinctly disinterested motion. Allows something a little like disappointment to sneak into his expression, like he'd expected more from him. Wash learned a long time ago that denying the pain is the only punishment there is, when it comes to this. That, and a touch of not being enough.

No qualms about stopping here, really. It just depends on what's stronger, that Vorish pride or the need for punishment, or maybe Byerly's had enough. Suits him either way. Wash has no real problem being withholding, after all. ]
vorrutyer: (confused)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-27 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His breath rattles in his chest as he takes deep, needy gulps of air. Everything turns sparkly-bright as he recovers oxygen, as his brain starts getting enough nutrition and support once more. He coughs once, twice - grabs at the bark behind him - blinks - and then focuses a little fuzzily on the retreating figure before him. ]

What -

[ Another little cough. A shake of his head. ]

What the hell are you doing?
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-27 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wash doesn't stray too far, stays within arm's reach, and when Byerly coughs and struggles for air, he actually reaches out to take hold of his shoulder, to steady him -- and to keep him where he is. He tips his head to the side slightly, still watching him, and for all that he was able to seemingly just switch off just like that, there's still that look in his eyes. Hungry. Focused. Still watching how he struggles, every rattling inhale, his eyes flicking briefly down to watch his throat. Some redness there, but definitely nothing that'll bruise. Good. ]

Why? Did you want a little more than that?
vorrutyer: (warmth)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-28 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
Of course I did.

[ He reaches up to scrub at his face. There's a rime of sweat on his forehead; his hair is in disarray. He pushes it back into place - a twitchy bit of vanity, no question of that. His hands still tremble. His eyes are still luminous. His voice is husky and hungry. ]

I didn't think that was a secret.
protocol: (► recreation and forestry)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-28 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ He can hear that hunger in his voice, the roughness to it, he can see the way his hands still tremble when he pushes his hair back. Wash's voice sounds completely indifferent, almost bored, but there's still that something in his own eyes that gives him away. Not quite satisfied, not just yet. ]

Did you really. Couldn't tell. [ A dismissiveness to his tone. Slightly cold, even as he's keeping his hand on his shoulder, squeezing, pushing him back against the bark. A tilt of his head, again, his other hand lifting to just barely trace a line across his throat with the back of one knuckle. ] Beg, and I'll consider it.
Edited 2017-05-28 01:15 (UTC)
vorrutyer: (world-weary (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-28 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a hesitation. Vor don't beg, he'd said with irony, but - it's not entirely ironic, in truth. Vor don't beg. He pretends not to have that Vorish pride, but he has it in spades. And, more than anything else, that pride keeps him from ever being truthful.

So his eyes flicker over Wash's, and then his lips turn up in a smile. He drawls, irony providing him a sort of armor - ]


Please.
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-28 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wash doesn't doubt he has that pride in him. But aside from not having any particular respect or appreciation for Vorish pride, he is particular, about what he wants when he does this -- about what he expects. For that surrender to be absolute, he'd said before, and he meant every word. There's no room for pride, in that. No room for self consideration. For someone like Byerly, he knows he's likely not going to be able to push him into that state quite so easily, just like this, but he's going to push him, anyway. See how close he can get.

He does consider it. Brushes that knuckle up along the curve of his throat, pushing lightly against the underside of his chin, just enough to guide his head back. Sliding back down to push against his pulse, a hint of that pressure, only slightly enough to interfere with his breathing. ]


Again. [ Just to drive the point home. ] With feeling.
vorrutyer: (satisfied (but smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-28 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ But By, predictably, retreats further into irony. It's a funny thing, his particular brand of pride: he'll debase himself, drag himself through the mud, humiliate himself willingly, almost happily. But he is frightened of sincerity. He can humiliate himself so long as he's only playacting at humiliation. If he didn't genuinely want this, he'd have no problem begging with all apparent sincerity. Hell, even if he did want this, but didn't have this weird trust in and affection for Wash, he'd have no problem with it. Lying is so easy, after all. But...he does. And so he can't lie, but he can't tell the truth, either. ]

Oh, please.
protocol: (► costs!)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-05-28 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ For all of Wash's ridiculous issues -- he is afraid of honesty, has learned to associate it with a dangerous kind of vulnerability, but he's come a long way from everything that's happened to him over the years, even if he only barely recognizes that growth in himself. He's almost too sincere, sometimes, but still only when he wants to be, only when he chooses to open that door. He might not be able to fully understand just what goes on in Byerly's head, can't put that puzzle quite together just yet, but they're both liars, after all.

He knows Byerly could fake the sincerity. Knows there's something else here, a reason why he slides into this irony, instead, and there's a recognition in his eyes, a slight smirk. He lifts his hand from his shoulder to card through his hair, messing all of it up again quite deliberately as he wrenches his head back against the bark. His arm bracing himself against his throat, again. No real warning, no time to prepare or brace himself, this time. ]


Twenty. [ There's that weight again, that pressure, his arm locked tight. No words this time, just his gaze locked intently on him, counting in his head, and that not-quite-release on getting there. ]