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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: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-03 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, I've told Miles plenty," Byerly sighs, snatching at one of those flung blades of grass. He turns his hand over, palm-up, to reveal he's caught one. Well done Byerly. "I'm counting on it consuming him. He, irritatingly, wants to stay here even if we get that gate opened back up, in order to correct - " The massacre of you and yours. " - every single wrong that plagues Barrayaran history.

"So I fed him a few lines about what happens in his future. It seems to be working to give him some obsessions. Personally, me - I'm quite immune, thanks."
vorbratta: (call it a truce with this)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-06-03 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"I didn't know you were from Miles's future," Sonia says curiously, neatly flicking the blade of grass from his palm with some sort of vague satisfaction. "But -- hm -- good. He gave me the same crap about being able to do better here than in his own time, but he doesn't belong here. He's going to be Count Vorkosigan one day, for God's sake. So -- good, yes. Please keep encouraging him away from that line of idiocy. I know he means well, but preventing Barrayar from being wronged?"

She actually lets out a short laugh at that -- uncharacteristically cynical, but only for a short moment. "I mean, it's Miles. I'm betting he could divert a catastrophe or two all on his own. But Barrayaran history is full of wrongs. So is everyone's. You prevent one, three more happen elsewhere. He's much better off protecting Barrayar's future, not trying to fix its past."

It's so strange, to think of herself as being in the past. She tries not to think about it too much, because it's a lot to get her head around, and mercifully she is too drunk right now to properly comprehend it. She shrugs again, rolling her head to rest her cheek on her shoulder as she looks at Byerly. "And you're immune because you don't care."
Edited 2017-06-03 21:04 (UTC)
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-03 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"I should have employed you to give him the speech," By sighs, recovering the blade of grass from where it fell and using it to tap her lightly on the nose. "When I gave it to him, he had any number of unkind things to say about my character, you know. He wouldn't have dared to try that with you." He shrugs. "But you're quite right. Miles is - hm - integral to the continued future of the Imperium. In ways I told him about in some detail. And he still told me to fuck off. Imagine that."

He licks the blade of grass, then (thankfully, the good earth stuff), and then uses the sticky wetness of his spit to adhere it to her cheek. "And yes indeed. I do not care. And more to the point, my life does not change; I am, believe it or not, quite stable. I have nothing to run to or from."
vorbratta: (and i'm feeling feverish)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-06-03 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"I tried," Sonia says, scrunching her nose when Byerly taps it, and she tries to bat away his hand. "He wouldn't try that with me, no, but he did get very sulky. Equally irritating, trust me. But I think he'll do the right thing in the -- eugh!"

A noise of disgust turns to a squeal of laughter as Byerly sticks the wet blade of grass to her cheek with his own spit and she shoves him back, though rather than moving him, it mostly sends her toppling over sideways. "Byerly!"

She makes a great show of wiping off the spit and grass from her face and then very pointedly wiping her hands off on Byerly's sleeve, as he deserves.
vorrutyer: (hmmmmm not bad)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-04 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
By laughs in return. He can't help it. He lets her wipe her hand on his sleeve, but takes the opportunity to find a few old dried pine needles. As she cleans her hand, he begins weaving them through her hair.
vorbratta: (get my hands in it)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-06-04 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't you dare!" Sonia squeaks in indignation, trying to bat Byerly's hands away from her hair, but then she quickly abandons that strategy to grab a fistful of dirt and tries to stuff it down the back of Byerly's shirt.
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-04 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
He squirms away lightning-fast - hah, his ImpSec training is good for something after all, eh? - before tutting at her.

"So immature, Sonia," he mock-scolds. "Hardly conduct befitting a princess. Now, let me see if I can dig up any earthworms here - "
vorbratta: (tonight you're giving up)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-06-04 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia makes a frustrated noise as Byerly twists away, but she's still laughing. "I'll show you princess conduct," she says as she attempts to trap his hands and keep him away from any earthworm digging, but her coordination is lousy right now, and she nearly falls forward. "I know where the mess captain keeps the molasses, and I will paint your beard with it while you're asleep!"
vorrutyer: (what a shitty grin)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-04 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I'd appreciate that, actually." His voice is perfectly, loathesomely chipper. "It'd be a nice snack later on. Whenever I get hungry I could just - " He demonstrates, using his tongue to show that with a bit of stretching he can lick his own beard. It's...gross.
vorbratta: (a hundred and twelve)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-06-04 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia makes an appropriately disgusted face, wrinkling her nose and batting at the air as if to fend off the idea altogether.

"Then I'll dump out every last canteen and bottle you own and fill them with vinegar," she threatens. "I know the mess has a considerable supply of red wine vinegar from a spoiled keg of merlot. I'm sure you'd appreciate the vintage."
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-04 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
By snorts. "You think I've never drunk vinegar?" He reaches out and pokes at her side, testing for ticklishness. "My dear, I've drunk that and worse. You can't scare me."
vorbratta: (a sucker says what)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-06-04 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ugh, you're impossible -- ack!"

Sonia, unfortunately, gives herself away almost immediately by squirming away from Byerly's touch, and she scoots away with a fierce pout, stirring up shredded grass. "How are you harder to mess with than Ezar?"
vorrutyer: (what a shitty grin)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-04 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm a bit more experienced than Ezar," he offers, reaching out for another poke. "Wiser. More capable. And - " One more poke. "Ezar is Vorbarra. Yours is a gentler sort of family. More delicate."
vorbratta: (okay dolore why can't we just)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-06-04 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia lets out a half-shrieked, half-choked laugh at that, trying to wriggle away from Byerly and batting his hands away.

"Gentler? Than the Vorrutyers, maybe, but you've never met my uncle." Another giggle escapes her as Byerly gives her side one last poke. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a little ring of triumph sounds at Byerly praising his own qualities, in whatever context. It's warming, in an odd sort of way. "Byerly Vorrutyer, if you try to tickle me one more time, I'm going to kick you in the face, and -- probably -- not even on purpose!"
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht 3)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-04 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"With your tiny foot? Ooh, I'm trembling in fear." But he sits back with a smile rather than persisting, giving her a break. "Anyway - your uncle is delicate. The most fragile of all. Just in a rather more - hm - let us say in a more obnoxious sort of way."
vorbratta: (while i sweep up the mess)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-06-04 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Delicate? Uncle Yuri?" Sonia lets out a scoff that comes out more as a rather unprincesslike snort as she sits up and brushes the dirt and grass off herself, puffing out a little breath to blow her hair out of her face. Then she starts combing her fingers through her hair to be sure she's rid of all the pine needles. Her expression twists slightly, some of the mirth dying away.

"You really haven't met him. I've never met a less delicate man in my -- well, at least not in the upper echelons of Vor society, anyway." She lets out a little noise that might be frustration, or disgust, or just something childishly plaintive as she teases what she hopes is the last pine needle from her curls.
vorrutyer: (world-weary (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-04 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah," By responds, with the air of a philosopher. What can he do here? No warning can be issued, no obvious steps exist to ward off misfortune. All he can do is perhaps give her a few tools to deal with his current unpleasantness. "He's an asshole," he agrees. "And a brute. But that doesn't make him strong. No, no, he's a figure of spun glass - just one who breaks into nasty jagged pieces, that's all." A thin smile. "Trust me. I know the type."
vorbratta: (but today)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-06-04 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia returns the smile, just as thin. "So do I." Her hand goes to her face to rub her cheek as if in memory. "Different sort of delicate, then. High Vor men, they all have glass egos. They react poorly to being jostled."
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-04 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Rude," he protests faintly, without much offense. "Some are made of stern stuff, you know."
vorbratta: (set it up and tear it down)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-06-04 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Did you grow a title while I wasn't looking?" Sonia scoffs, finding another pine needle in her hair and flicking it away in disgust. "I said high Vor. But -- mm -- you're right. My father is. He at least knows a thing or two about patience and diplomacy. Which -- I'm sure is why Grandfather sent him as a diplomat." She makes another face, muttering, "You don't need to worry as much about diplomacy when your political campaign is a war campaign."
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-04 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
He grabs for and misses the pine needle as she hurls it. "A Vorrutyer is a Vorrutyer," he responds. "If you have the name, you are highest of high. Besides, mine might be a cadet line, but my Grandfather was Count. I'm not some remote offshoot." With a little wave of his hand - "But if you want to absolve me of this curse, then do so, I beg you most humbly."

Still. "But yes. Your father is admirable. To live on Beta and to not flinch - that takes true flexibility. True strength."
Edited 2017-06-04 15:57 (UTC)
vorbratta: (why not show 'em your stuff)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-06-04 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"My mother helped," Sonia allows, but she looks at Byerly with renewed curiosity, rubbing her hands on her skirt. "I didn't know you were a Count's grandson."
vorrutyer: (world-weary (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-04 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, yes, because marrying a Betan doesn't seem like hard work at all. Haven't you heard that all Betans are mad perverts?"

A pine needle gets flicked at her half-mad, half-perverted face.

"But, yes, this is rarified blood in my veins indeed." He lifts his eyebrows ironically. "My father was the youngest son of the Count - fecund man, Pierre, six children in all. So if I had when I was younger knocked off all my cousins - which I would never do, since there's actually one I like - although Dono was Donna back then, so he could have been left alive without problem, never mind - I could have actually sat in the Council myself. The horror."
vorbratta: (with my hard-earned love)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-06-04 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Betans are perverts," Sonia says primly, swatting away the pine needle with surprising accuracy. "Barrayarans are mad. Best of both worlds, or something."

She has some difficulty following that lengthy trail of thought, squinting at him in mild bleary confusion when he talks about a cousin with two names -- something she'd probably have picked up on while sober, but right now it's a curiosity she'll prod at later. She huffs out a little amused breath at the idea of Byerly sitting in on a Council session, doing his level best to irritate everyone in the room -- with his talents, probably not that difficult.

"Six children," she echoes, eyebrows raised. "I've gotten used to the Vorkosigans, by which I mean Piotr and my sister -- hopefully they'll have a load of children to make up the deficit. But weren't you disinherited?"
vorrutyer: (god honestly what is this guy's face)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-04 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hence the when I was younger." By shrugs and taps the side of his nose. "Now I am cut out. Saved from the prospect of ever having title or lands. Thank God. Responsibility is a vile thing." He taps gently on the side of her face. "I am sorry you must suffer your Princess-ship. I wish you could be disinherited, too."

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