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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: (Backpfeifengesicht 3)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-08 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, the origin of that very word.

[ He taps the side of his nose. ]

Sade. Sadist.
shri: (» now we've become the ghost)

[personal profile] shri 2017-06-08 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Erg. ]

I preferred him in a prison, I think.
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht 4)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-08 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
What - did you meet the fellow?
shri: (» tragically we fall like the arrows)

[personal profile] shri 2017-06-08 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ She shakes her head briefly. Thank god for that. ]

He died a few years before I was even born but even so - I have met some of his... compatriots. Fought one or two of them, as it stands.

[ Erg, men, erg. ]
vorrutyer: (oh hello)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-08 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Oh? [ Hm. ] If he died before you were born...Wouldn't his compatriots have been old men? Were you being cruel to the elderly?
shri: (» of rubies precious stones)

[personal profile] shri 2017-06-08 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ And where she should take that as an insult, if they were both talking about the same kind of elderly, it might be a problem, but she thinks of Lafayette, she bursts out laughing. ]

Oh yes, but you'll find yourself not feeling so merciful when that elderly man is hurling a grenade at you. Or making a showing of the efficiency of the Thompson's machine gun.
vorrutyer: (staring at the heavens)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-08 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
I most certainly would still feel merciful!

[ Mock-wounded: ]

Honor means respecting your elders.
shri: (» you were sharp as a knife to get me)

[personal profile] shri 2017-06-09 10:16 am (UTC)(link)
And yet how you speak to your dear ancient lady.

[ And she's back to teasing him mercilessly. ]
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht 4)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-09 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Now, at least, he's equipped to tease back: ]

Well, perhaps I'd respect you more if you were bearing your dear ancient face. You're lovely like this, no doubt, but not like you were.
shri: (» and if that's true)

[personal profile] shri 2017-06-09 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Which face is that? Or are you telling me I am looking old.

[ Byerly, that is poor form. ]
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht 4)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-09 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
No, no, you're looking devastatingly young. But I recall a few gray hairs when you returned from the Cetagandan base. They made you look ravishing.
shri: (» the colours disappear)

[personal profile] shri 2017-06-09 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Perhaps I don't need you distracted.

[ She shifts her weight, smiling a little as she shifts her weight and rakes her fingers up against her temple, through her hair to where it's only as she brushes it back and binds it into a braid. The grey still there, steel silver against the black mass of it. ]

Happy now? Or do you wish to see my scars next?
vorrutyer: (oh hello)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-09 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He reaches up and strokes those strands of gray, smiling a little himself. As he does, he murmurs: ]

Why? Would you show them to me if I asked?
shri: (» the gravel and the stone)

[personal profile] shri 2017-06-09 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
We dress in the same tent, have you not seen them enough?

[ It's darting quick if only to cover how much she doesn't mind him at all putting his finger in her air. Fighting some need to lean into it like scratched behind the ears. But no - she knows him enough to say that he wouldn't look, he wouldn't take advantage of close space like that. Not even for his own cheek. Ventures then, dryly, go on then. ]

One, you can ask after one. A gift, a secret all to your own, for your return.
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht 3)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-09 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Why, you take me for a cad. Do you think I'd look?

[ He says that like it's ironic, but it's truth. He doesn't look. He's a bit too Barrayaran for that - and he respects her a bit too much for that.

He runs his fingernail along her scalp lightly. ]


Tell me about the scar that is closest to your heart.

[ Literally or metaphorically. ]
shri: (» I turn my back while)

[personal profile] shri 2017-06-09 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ What a hard pick that is. As many important as those that aren't. Takes a minute, to weigh it up as he looks at him. Biting hard to the inside of her lip with the decision, had promised him a scar, had promised him its story.

Close to your heart. Of course, he asks such things, always does. Some secrets mattered more than others, she supposed. She hooks her thumb against the collar of her shirt, yanking it along the line of her shoulder and down at the angle. There against the otherwise hidden skin, above the swell of her breast and the beat of her heart there sits the round mess of knitted back together skin. It's a mess, even healed, why sometimes she takes deeper, pained breaths, why she's always working that shoulder over in particular. The scar white and sharp, raised ever so slightly where the centre of it had sunken in.
]

The battle of Gwalior, the second day. Irish Hessian by the name of Connerly I am told took the credit for it. Never met the man of course. We had crossed a short river, more a creek, but it wedged us between the gunfire, cavalry and lycan. A foolish mistake. He got me clean. There was so much blood in my eyes already I could barely see to start with to even know what had happened.

[ A shot that meant no less than death, but here she stands. Matched on both sides, though where it went in is far cleaner than where it came out on her back. Ugly, and alive, so that was something, wasn't it? wets her lips and it has been years and years and years and she sees it, clear as water, reflected back. One deep drink and she is there - ever there. Talking to him, but not at all. Relaying it calmly like it happened to someone else.

Except her knuckles are white, and she is so, so still.
]

I was trying to save my lady, she screamed, trying to warn me to turn to back - she was ahead of me, saw before I did - the Lycan was on her before she could finish the sentence, ripped her throat out, did its best to tear her arm off. Her horse was screaming, rearing up, nearly threw her. I was trying...

[ Well, she was always trying, wasn't she? Trying so hard to save something, save anything. Gripping and clawing and holding and it didn't matter, it all slipped out of her fingers anyway. Like Beth and Daryl. Better futures she wants to give, she so wants to give, but she can't</>. ]
vorrutyer: (punchable intensity)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-14 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Ah.

[ He takes her hand, then, by the wrist. His touch is light, butterfly-gentle. His thumb reaches out to smooth her bloodless knuckles.

Poor Lakshmi. What a curse it must be to have a long memory. He's only thirty-six and already wishes he could divest himself of his whole miserable sad life. How rotten, to have all her years of misery. How terrible it would be. ]


Who was your lady?
shri: (» than a wolf at your door)

[personal profile] shri 2017-06-14 11:30 am (UTC)(link)
Mandar, her name is Mandar.

[ her fingers curl around and under his, leading them, a slow walk, to the scar. To let him touch the mangled raised skin. She doesn't not shiver or jump or lean into it in the half restrained way she does when he puts her hands to her hair. She does nothing much at all. Either her own forced stillness or that the nerves there are quite dead. ]

Do you know what I suppose the difference is? You see traitors. I cannot say that once upon a time, I saw that too. But now? I just see each and every single person I meet, I love, I hate - as dead. Glass eyed and white-lipped. Whether they were as loyal as her, or as deceitful as the British. I know the last thing I will remember of them, is how they looked as they breathed their last.

[ Because she survives, she always survives, time and time again. ]
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht 3)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-14 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ He turns his hand with the palm pressing against the scar. His long, long fingers cover up all trace of it. ]

So you see traitors too, then. Those who will fail you.
shri: (» the wishes i've made)

[personal profile] shri 2017-06-14 11:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ She flattens her palm over the back of his. His fingers far softer and longer than her own. Delicate hands. So unlike her own as she presses her hand to his and it to her skin. To the dull thud below, to that marred and fragile, ugly and all too human skin. ]

I do. But I do not, nor have ever, cared what happened to me. I just see the people I've failed. Because it is to them that I belong, to who I always shall.
vorrutyer: (god honestly what is this guy's face)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-14 11:54 am (UTC)(link)
A queen belongs to everyone.

[ His thumb extends, stroking the softer unscarred skin over her clavicle. The gesture is soft and sincere. ]

So it always must be.
shri: (» is all yours)

[personal profile] shri 2017-06-14 12:04 pm (UTC)(link)
I suppose it does not matter, either way, I will be as I am, but do you believe that of me? Or do you -

[ Asks - and realises, she never has had to before? Of course she didn't. She was loved. She has been loved in one form or another, all her life. Even if it was a martyr to Satya's memory. It doesn't concern her, in any form that matters. But this was the first time in the long years of her life, in this place. In this Barrayar at the mercy of these Vor Lords, that it all meant nothing.

How freeing, how damning.
] - only see a traitor and a self-deluded Lord in me too?
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht 3)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-14 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's quiet a long moment. It's a bold question. It's an insane question. He'd learned years ago never to ask how others saw him, because sometimes the answer would come back honest. And people were cruel, people were spiteful - you never looked handsome, reflected in someone else's eyes.

No. That's not true. Sometimes you had a little sister who looked at you and saw a hero under all the filth and grime. But sweet little fools like his Nadine, who had stars in her eyes and would forgive her big brother anything, were...vanishingly few in number. Contempt was more common by far than grace. ]


I love only one monarch. I'm monogamous in only one aspect of my life, but I keep to it. So I do not love you as a Lord of Men.

[ He leans in, then, and smooths a kiss against her high brow. ]

But as my righteous Lakshmi...Who's to say?
shri: (» I'll leave with your head)

[personal profile] shri 2017-06-14 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ What a man he is. She smiles, pleasant. ]

Do you know, Byerly, I do not think I will see you buried. Either I will leave this place, or it will bury me, but I think, whatever happens, I will be able to remember you only as you are, right now.
vorrutyer: (god honestly what is this guy's face)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-06-14 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, heavens, please don't.

[ His voice, though, is gentle. Devoid of stridency. ]

I should sooner die right now than be remembered as a sentimentalist.

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