From: neale@mentor.cc.purdue.edu (Neale Davidson)
Subject: STTUQ 11-15/15 repost
Organization: Purdue University Computing Center
Date: Fri, 4 Sep 1992 14:51:51 GMT

 
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  Part Eleven through Fifteen of Fifteen
 
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  CHAPTER ELEVEN
 
        Gahrut emerged from the room after another three hours.
  Seeing her, his guilt was even more intensified. Matthews was
  still there, along with two security officers, phasers ready.
        "It's not your fault, you know," Matthews tried when
  seeing the young Horta emerge. "There was nothing you could
  have done for her."
        "The hell there wasn't," Gahrut chided himself. "I should
  have known there was trouble when she called up to escort her.
  I should have been ready."
        "There was no way, Gahrut," Matthews tried again. "You
  did your best. That's all anyone could have given to her."
  Gahrut turned, unconvinced. "Look, Captain Riley's doing
  everything he can do at the moment, maybe you can help him out?
  I'm sure he would appreciate it."
        Gahrut stirred. "Any ideas on who the bastard is?" he
  queried with a dark overtone. "Any clues yet?"
        "Not yet," Matthews replied honestly. Thankfully, without
  clues, Gahrut would have little to vent his anger upon as yet.
  "The genetic traces we've found on her have been tampered with.
  Whoever did this had access to a lot of expensive equipment."
        "He was a Star Fleet officer," Gahrut muttered. "Of
  course he'd have access to equipment. He could have just
  authorized it away and no one would be the wiser. Damn him,"
  Gahrut concluded with a grunt.
        "Look, is there anything you can add?" Matthews tried
  again. "If you want to help Paula, you need to clear your head
  so you can think straight."
        Gahrut stopped moving. "If your wife was raped while you
  were knocked unconscious, would you be so calm and rational
  about it?" he dared, giving away too much.
        "My wife?" Matthews flustered for a moment. "No, if
  anything happed to Jean, I'd been wanting to kill something
  right about now," he admitted. "It doesn't mean that it's going
  to help anything."
        Gahrut turned again. "But at least you can appreciate how
  I feel? Can't you?" he pleaded for understanding.
        Matthews fell silent, taken aback by the innuendo that
  Gahrut was trying to convey. "She means that much to you,
  Lieutenant?"
        "I've known her all my life," Gahrut replied, quietly.
  "In a way, we grew up together. The longest we've been apart
  was when she served at Starbase three after graduation and I
  got an early transfer to the ACUTIS. That was about three
  months."
        "And," Mathhews dared, "You feel like she's your mate or
  something?" He forced himself to forget the absurdity of the
  notion.
        Gahrut came close to sigh, at least as close as a Horta
  was capable. "Sort of. I know it's physically impossible, but
  it still doesn't mean that can't have feelings for her does
  it?" he asked with a bit of reluctance. "I mean, there's more
  to care and affection than mating, isn't there?"
        "Yes," Matthews admitted. "Yes, there is. But you do
  realize that sometime, eventually, she'll want another
  humanoid,"  he carefully added. "Just as you will want another
  Horta, at some point in your life."
        "I want to be human," Gahrut confessed. "Just so I be
  with her. I love her so much, I can't stand it sometimes," he
  confided. "We've been so close."
        Matthews smiled knowingly. "I think that's a bit out of
  my league, Lieutenant," he joked. "But anything's possible.
  Maybe a tour on the holodeck?"
        Gahrut said nothing, taking mild offense at the remark.
  "I guess you can't understand, Doctor. I guess it really is
  absurd to even contemplate," he added, sliding down the hall.
        Matthews stood, a bit remorseful about his comments.
  "Sorry," he muttered as he watch the young Horta slowly leave
  his sight.
 
  CHAPTER TWELVE
 
        "I need to go inside," Saavik indicated as she entered
  the cooridor. "Captain Riley's orders," she continued after the
  guard hesistated.
        "Doctor Matthews told me not to let anyone inside," the
  Guard stammered in reply. "He said that that order included
  anyone, regardless of rank."
        "I outrank the Doctor," Saavik reminded. "And Riley
  outranks you. Should I inform him of your disobedience?" she
  asked flatly. "Or will you let me inside? It would be wiser to
  obey me, would it not?"
        "Yes, Commander," the guard admitted. "But Matthews said
  that she wouldn't be available for statement for a few hours,"
  he tried again, fully obeying the Doctor's orders.
        "Then," Saavik replied, "tell the Doctor that I will not
  verbally discuss matters with her. But I still need the
  information the Captain Riley has requested."
        There was no way that the guard was going to win, and he
  realized it. "Yes, Commander. I will inform him of your answer
  when he returns."
        Saavik nodded her acknowledgement, and ordered the door
  to let her in. Complying, the doors parted to reveal the dimly
  lit hospital room. Grissom was lying on the bed, unmoving. Her
  expression was only given away by the few tears rolling from
  her eyes.
        Saavik looked down at the petit woman which lay beneath
  her. She seemed so young, so very fragile. How could anyone
  seek to destroy this innocence? How could anyone be so
  corrupted with evil? she asked herself.
        "Paula," she gently began, moving closer to the bed,
  "It's Commander Saavik, do you recognize me?"
        Grissom slowly nodded the affirmative. "Commander," she
  painfully spoke. "ENTERPRISE, I remember." She was waking, but
  it was obvious that she was still heavily in shock.
        "I need to talk to you," Saavik tried again, sitting down
  at Grissom's side. "I need to know what happened."
        "It's cold," Grissom said, not hearing. "It's so cold in
  here." She was losing it now, her clinging reality slipping
  away under the torrent of emotional pain. "What happened? Why
  is it so cold?"
        "It isn't cold," Saavik replied, raising her hand slowly
  to Grissom's face. "It's warm in here, Paula. We're here to
  take care of you."
        "Take care of me?" Grissom replied. "Saavik? ENTERPRISE,"
  she continued, trying to piece together her thoughts. "Gahrut,
  sweet Gahrut."
        Saavik let loose a small smile, having learned a little
  more about the strange pair's relationship. "Lieutenant
  Grissom, this is Saavik. We are in an emergency and need your
  help. Can your help us?" she asked carefully.
        "Emergency," Grissom trailed. "Red alert?" she managed,
  her mind still not bringing anything together. "ENTERPRISE
  under attack," she continued, "I must help."
        "One of our crew has been attacked," Saavik continued
  carefully, readying herself. "We need to know who did it,
  Lieutenant. We need to know before he does it again."
        "Under attack," Grissom muttered, "ACUTIS attack?" She
  semmed to tense up at saying that. "Attacked on ACUTIS," she
  finally considered. "I was on the ACUTIS."
        "Yes," Saavik replied with anticipation. "We're on the
  ACUTIS. Can you tell me what happened?"
        "ACUTIS," she babbled inconherently. "Attacked on the
  ACUTIS," she trailed. Then she was gone, her mind lost to
  reality, refusing to accept it.
        Saavik stood over her, making her final commitment. She
  parted her hand, and gently placed it on Grissom's brow.
        "Your mind," Saavik slowly began, gathering her courage,
  "to my mind. Your thoughts, to my thoughts." She reached out,
  mentally, looking into the Grissom's tortured soul. "We are
  merging, you and I. We are thinking as one. There is nothing we
  need to hide from one-another."
        "Please," Paula managed even as her world turned about
  her. "I don't want to remember."
 
        Saavik transported aboard the empty decks of the USS
  ACUTIS. Every detail was vividly depicted, though somehow, she
  could tell that everything was distorted as well. The halls
  were too dark, too long. There was a sour smell to the air,
  something she could not recognize. "Paula," she cautiously
  began to the image around her, "this is Saavik. I'm here to
  help you."
        She walked through the cooridor. Though her bearings
  weren't entirely accurate, she judged that she was walking on a
  quarters deck aboard Grissom's memory of the ACUTIS. She
  reached out to the walls, they were ice cold. "Please, Paula,
  let me see you. We can work through this."
        Saavik walked to the turbolift. The doors opened with the
  familiar hiss. "Level, bitch?" the male computer's voice asked
  fiendishly.
        "Grissom's quarters," Saavik replied warningly.
        "Wouldn't you rather go to mine?" the turbolift ventured.
  "I could ride your in shaft instead," it laughed. Saavik
  punched the console, letting her mind dominate the imagry
  somewhat. The doors opened again, revealing the interior of
  Grissom's cabin.
        "Paula," Saavik asked again, "I know you want to show me.
  I know that you want to let go of the pain." She looked around,
  and outside the window. There were no stars outside, though she
  could faintly see the image of the EXCELSIOR in the distance.
  It seemed to be Grissom's single beacon of hope. "Please, let
  me in. Let me know."
        "Ensign Grissom," someone called from the door which
  Saavik had answered. "I need to discuss some things with you
  that I find disturbing."
        The figure was dark and distorted, the voice was too deep
  to be real. She was still sheilding herself, but at least the
  memories were playing. "What is it, sir?" Saavik found herself
  answering. "I understood that Lieutenant Jackson was pleased
  with my work."
        "He was," the figure replied, moving closer,
  uncomfortably close. "I just wanted to talk to you about a few
  things. Wouldn't you like to sit down?"
        Saavik found herself unable to fight the impulse of
  sitting, as Grissom must have done so long ago. She didn't
  remember if the chair had been there before, but it was
  somewhat solid now. "I need to be returning to engineering in a
  few minutes."
        "This won't take long, Ensign," he replied. His voice
  seemed to lighten somehow. It was becoming a bit more
  recognizable, a bit more notable. "I just wanted to ask you a
  couple of questions."
        "Questions, Captain?" they countered in unison. "What
  do you want?" Captain? Saavik wondered even as they said it.
  Captain Heito?
        "I was wondering," the Captain replied, stepping forward
  a bit, his face still distorted by the vision. "I was wondering
  had badly you wanted me."
        "Excuse me, sir," the two repsonded, stepping away from
  him. "I don't think I heard you properly," they tried again as
  he still move closer.
        "Oh," the Captain replied with a twisted grin, "I know
  you want me. You're not the first. It just takes time for you
  to realize that you're already mine."
        Grissom slash Saavik stepped back more, "I think you need
  to leave, sir. This is not appropriate conduct." But the
  Captain was quickly on her, grabbing her breast.
        She, they, slapped him with nearly inhuman strength. The
  Captain slapped back, angrily, throwing them on the floor. "You
  can't deny me," he goaded, his accent becoming clearer. "You
  know you want me," he said again, ripping the communicator from
  her chest.
        They tried to break free from him, but his weight was
  greater than hers. Saavik concentrated on the image, trying to
  make it more clear. The feature seemed more defined, but it
  still wasn't enough.
        And, more importantly, she was unable to break free of
  the mind meld. They screamed as he ripped apart their uniform's
  top, revealing the breast he had fondled. A small amount of
  blood dripped from where he had scratched her. "Come on,
  Ensign, I know you've been dreaming of this," he said in a
  self-assured tone which sent shivers up their spine.
        The feature became more clear, and there was no doubt.
  Captain Heito was above them, raping them. Saavik and Grissom
  fought on, trying to change the relived nightmare, but the
  reality, the memory was too strong. He had stripped them enough
  now, permitting the rape to run its course.
        But there was a new form in the room. A tall, dark
  Captain carrying a phaser rifle. "Saavik, Grissom," he cooly
  said as he aimed it at his target, "You are free. This is the
  past, and it is over."
        The image of the wicked Captain faded into nothingness,
  and the two female's combined form recovered in appearance.
  They stood, confused. "Captain," they said in their mixed
  voice. "Is that really you?"
        "Yes," Riley commented. "I'm here, with the both of you.
  It's over." The room changed around them, and Saavik seemed to
  detatch herself from Grissom's image, then resolidfy.
        The two were standing in the hospital room, with Riley at
  the door. "Captain," Grissom managed through her tears. "You
  know? I mean, you saw it?"
        "I saw your memory of it," Riley replied, walking over to
  her. "I saw enough," he quietly said, taking her in his arms
  and hugging her as she cried. "He won't get away from us, now.
  He will be punished, and it will be over."
        She cried, but her nightmares would finally cease.
  Someone else had experienced her pain with her, making it
  almost bearable.
 
  CHAPTER THIRTEEN
 
        The ladies had been beamed in, one at a time, in front of
  Riley and Sulu. The Star Fleet office was sparse, except for a
  few notable pieces of antique weaponry that Sulu had been
  allowed some time to pack in. But the newest Admiral hadn't yet
  been given proper time to dress his new workplace.
        It had taken only a few moments for the Admiral to summon
  them here, much to the relief of Riley, who had expected the
  women cringe at the thought of discussing the matter amoungst
  themselves.
        But cicumstances were different than normal. The
  women didn't have to take it upon themselves to report their
  incidents, they were being asked. Perhaps, it helped as
  well that the three of them had suffered the same fate and
  Grissom, and that there were understanding souls who could
  share and relate their experiences.
        The first, the one sitting most to Riley's left, was
  Lieutenant Commander Tierra Washington. She was rather
  smallish, and almost fatally attractive. "Admiral," she greeted
  as she took her seat. "Captain Riley, it is a pleasure to
  finally meet you."
        "I am flattered," Riley answered flatly, thankful that
  Saavik was elsewhere.
        The second was Lea Thomas, considerably older than her
  Star Fleet visual records, but no less pleasant in expression.
  "Hello, Captain, Admiral," she greeted nervously, having
  forgotten Fleet protocol.
        Last came Mary Quix, who said nothing as she took her
  seat. Of the three, she seemed the most hesitant to be here.
  Understandble, considering the circumstances, but Riley
  needed her to be somewhat talkative. She had to at least tell
  them all what had happened aboard the ACUTIS.
        "The first thing I want all of you to know is that you
  are not alone," Riley began, trying to sound as relaxed as
  possible. "No one here is going to force you to speak. But I
  want you all to know that there is a young woman resting on the
  ENTERPRISE who's gone through the very same thing that you
  have. And I don't want it to happen again."
        "Heito," Tierra began coldly, "Captain Heito should be
  punished for what he did to me. But I couldn't report it, I
  tried," she continued painfully. "Admiral Keyan told me that
  reporting the incident would hurt my career."
        "At least you got that far," Mary Quix snorted. "I just
  left the ship and tried to forget about it." She let out a
  breath, forcing her body to relax.
        "No one's blaming any of you," Sulu replied caringly. "I
  know that this must have been difficult for you," he began.
        "How could you know?" Lea suddenly snapped. "No one ever
  did anything like that to you. No one forced themselves inside
  of you, Admiral. No one told you how you were supposed to
  feel, and how cheap you were because you wanted it." Her temper
  flared, causing her stern face to redden.
        "No he didn't," Riley snapped back in reply. "And maybe
  he can't relate with the experience. I can, I've seen enough of
  it on Hellguard to know exactly what it is. You've got the
  chance to stop it now, and all I'm asking is for your help. How
  many more is it going to take before Heito is stopped?"
        "If you know what he did," Lea replied, "then why aren't
  you prosecuting? Why do you need us?"
        Riley sat back, trying to calm himself, cursing himself
  for never dealing with other people's feelings more often. "I
  need you because this is mainly a case of word against word.
  Grissom's got a bad reputation in Star Fleet, and Heito has a
  chance to get off the charges."
        "You want us to testify," Quix contiuned for him. "You
  want us to go to court." The thought, for the trio of women,
  was disturbing. It was hard enough to relieve the experience
  here, nevertheless in front of a review board, in front of
  their aggressor.
        "I do," Riley admitted, "I do want you to help me
  prosecute Heito. With your help we can put him away." The women
  hesitated, unsure of themselves. "Look, I think he's done this
  to eight women already, and he's still in charge of that ship.
  I don't want someone else to get hurt."
        "I'll do it," Lea muttered. "Since it's not a secret
  anymore, I'll help you." Riley offered his hand to hers,
  shaking it firmly. "It's been hard living with myself since
  then, but maybe I can make it up to myself."
        The other two were more hesitant, but more receptive
  after Lea's decision. "I'll prepare a statement," Quix
  responded. "I don't want to sit in a courtroom. I can't take
  that," she admitted, with a bit of shame.
        Tierra was the last to agree, pressured by the weight of
  the room. "I'll take him to court with you, Captain," she
  decided with a wavering voice. "It won't be easy for any of us,
  but you're right. More people are going to be hurt if we don't
  do anything."
        Riley crossed his arms. He had his suspect, and now he
  had three more victims, ready to tesitfy against him. All he
  needed to do now was to confront and capture Captain Heito
  before the ACUTIS left orbit.
 
  CHAPTER FOURTEEN
 
        "That gun isn't allowed on this ship," the Lieutenant
  nervously protested shortly after Riley emereged from the
  transporter beam. Riley, Saavik, and Gahrut had just beamed
  aboard at the ENTERPRISE's Captain's insistance, their leader
  having blood in his eyes.
        "Where's Captain Heito?" Riley demanded, refusing to
  relenquish his weapon, particularly not to someone beneath him
  in rank. "I'm here to place him under arrest for sexual assault
  and nine counts of rape."
        The words hit hard, and the Lieutenant stammered under
  their weight. "This is a joke, right?"
        "Negative," Saavik coldly responded. "Send your security
  teams to corner Captain Heito at once, or be dismissed from
  duty," she commanded.
        It only took a second for the Lieutenant to make his
  decision. "This is Lieutenant Harbringer to Security," he
  shook, fearful of the grim trio.
        "Security here," repsonded a deep, husky voice.
        "Can you," the young Lieutenant couldn't believe he was
  actually saying this. "Can you place the Captain under arrest?"
        "You want me to what?" came the somewhat shocked reply.
  "Have you been drinking something, Max?"
        "This is Captain Riley under orders from Admiral Sulu,"
  Riley finally interrupted, none too politely. "Get me your
  Captain now, mister, or kiss your Fleet career good-bye."
        "Yes, sir," the answer came in a disturbed voice, "right
  away, sir."
 
        Riley, Saavik, and then Gahrut entered the room to the
  observation deck where Heito and three security guards awaited
  them. It was an uneasy moment for the younger Captain. After
  all, here stood the man who presented him his medals. But duty
  demanded that Riley arrest him, duty and something more.
        "What is the meaning of this?" Heito demanded as his own
  security guards held him in check. "You're arresting me,
  Captain? Do you know how rediculous that sounds?"
        "I'm not laughing," Riley muttered, moving closer to the
  ACUTIS Captain. "I'm charging you with nine counts of rape, and
  I have four persons willing to prosecute, with more putting in
  their statments."
        Heito smirked. "Disgruntled ship-mates who couldn't hack
  it aboard the ACUTIS. They'd say anything to cover their
  careers. You of all people should appreciate that."
        "I was in a mind meld with Grissom last night," Riley
  stated coldly. "I know exactly what you did, where and when.
  And I don't care if I put my career on the line so long as you
  go down with me."
        Heito stammered. "You're serious about this, aren't you,
  Mister Riley?" He shook his head, shocked.
        Riley walked up, almost in Heito's face. "You are under
  arrest for the rape of Lieutenant Paula Grissom. By order of
  Star Fleet Command, you are relieved of duty indefinately
  pending trial. Your command of the ACUTIS will be handed over
  to your first officer."
        It was foolish for Heito to resist, but he did. He lunged
  at Riley, hoping to catch the ENTERPRISE Captain off guard.
  Riley let him jump, slamming his fist into Heito's chest as he
  came near. The cracking of bone was all too audible for
  everyone's benefit.
        In another second, the barrel of the phaser rifle was
  levelled at Heito's forhead. "I should just shoot you," Riley
  warned. "After what you did, you deserve it."
        Blood began slowly dripping from Heito's lips. He had
  never before been dispatched so easily. He braced himself for
  inevitable death.
        "Security," Riley commanded after a pause that lasted far
  too long for comfort. "Get this shit off of Federation
  property," he ordered.
        The guards complied, lifting the broken form from the
  floor and out of the door. "I would have shot him," Gahrut
  admitted as the guards carried the form away. "After what he
  did, I wouldn't even have hesitated."
        "There was a time," Riley muttered, "when I wouldn't have
  hesitated either. But now we need to place our faith in our own
  legal system. We've got enough against him to send him away."
 
  CHAPTER FIFTEEN
 
        Riley sat in his apartment, once again putting off
  packing his things. He sat alone, thinking of his shore leave
  and wondering when his vacation would start. Saavik had already
  returned to ship, to prepare for Riley's inspection. Most of
  the local crew were disembarking as well.
        ACUTIS had set sail earlier, for the first time with a
  new Captain at the helm. The trail had taken all of a single
  day. Heito was found guilty and decided not to appeal. The
  blemish on his reputation was too great to allow him to retain
  a command.
        Things had worked out, somewhat. But Riley was tired, and
  not actually eager to return to fleet duty. The truth was, he
  didn't know exactly what to do.
        The door chime went off again, with the final note being
  just a hair too flat. "Come," Riley replied to it as he winced
  from the sound.
        Saavik entered, casually dressed in a sweater and jeans
  that Campbell had bought for her. "Captain," she began flatly,
  "I wanted to personally inform you that the ENTERPRISE will be
  ready for your inspection tomorrow. The crew eagerly awaits
  your return."
        Riley said nothing, but stood and walked over to her. He
  gently placed his arms around her waist and hugged her.
  "Captain?" Saavik asked distantly. "I do not think that this
  behaviour is appropriate for Star Fleet officers," she replied
  coldly.
        "Kiss me, Commander," Riley commanded mockingly. Saavik
  replied, giving a very gentle kiss on the cheek. Riley sighed
  in reply. "Try it again, Commander. Let's see how motivated a
  Star Fleet officer can be."
        This time, Saavik allowed a more passionate kiss,
  pressing hard into him. "Does the Captain approve? Or should I
  engage in more practice?"
        Riley smiled, his mood broken a bit. "I didn't think that
  you really had a sense of humor," he confessed as he tightened
  his hold on her. "God knows I don't," he added.
        Saavik smiled a bit. "You haven't even packed yet. You're
  supposed to be on ship in five hours," she protested.
        "You're supposed to be on ship now, aren't you?" Riley
  countered. "Anyway, I'm glad you're here. I've been a little
  worn out from everything that's happened."
        "I can tell," Saavik replied, letting go of the hold.
  "Tago tells me that you haven't slept once since you beamed
  down. Since your physical needs are substantially higher than
  mine, I would have assumed that you would have reached
  unconsciousness by now."
        Riley smiled. "Physical needs? And what would you know
  about that?" he goaded.
        "You are not speaking logically, Captain," Saavik replied
  flatly. "I am well versed with you biological data as provided
  by Doctor Matthews."
        "I bet," Riley muttered. "Care to help me with this
  packing?" he offered. "I'm not use to having this much stuff
  around."
        Saavik agreed, and started carefully placing his things
  into boxes. He watched her, knowing how difficult a time the
  two of them would have in dealing with their feelings. They
  were both so very inexperienced in these matters, and Saavik
  had a very powerful ghost in her past. He was going to have a
  very long voyage ahead of him. He just hoped that he would find
  some of it enjoyable.
 
        "Paula," the woman began slowly, "this is Counselor
  Joanna Rogers. I've been assigned to your ship, and I thought I
  would start things by seeing how you are doing."
        "Is what happened public knowledge, Counselor?" Grissom
  retorted angrily. "Does everyone know what happened?"
        "No," she replied cooly, "your Captain told me what
  happened, and ordered me to keep my mouth shut about it to
  anyone else but you." She walked in the room, which had already
  been filled with packing boxes. Grissom was going to the
  ENTERPRISE early. "As the new ship's Counselor it's my duty to
  know the details of most of the crew, yourself included. Just
  remember I'm only here to help."
        "I'm sorry, Counselor," Paula offered, letting out a deep
  breath. "I've been very tired and strained since all of this
  began. I just want to forget about it and get on with my life."
        Rogers looked around for a place to sit down, and found
  one atop a large box casually placed in the center of the
  room. "Do you think you will be able to? What you went through
  takes a great deal of time and effort to recover from. You may
  want to talk things over with me. I'm a very good listener."
        "Would you like some coffee?" Paula offered, changing the
  subject. "I haven't packed the kitenette yet, so I've got some
  floating around somewhere."
        "If it isn't any trouble," Rogers replied. "If you don't
  want to talk," she began again, trying to help once more.
        "Not yet," Grissom replied, taking the coffee bag from a
  overly crowded shelf. "I'm not ready yet. I'm sorry, but I have
  to think about things for awhile."
        "I understand," the Counselor replied. "Tell you what,
  we'll have some coffee, and then I'll help you move your stuff
  aboard the ENTERPRISE. You can tell me when your ready."
        "I appreciate it," Grissom replied with a smile. Maybe
  things wouldn't be so bad after all.
 

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