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Peter David - Star Trek - New Frontier 02 - Into The Void

THE EXCALIBUR

Captain's Personal Log, Stardate 50923.1. "Captain. " Captain Mackenzie Calhoun. I thought I had left

the Fleet forever behind me, and yet now I find myself not only back in the Fleet, but commanding a

starship.

The Excalibur is currently a hive of activity. She's an Ambassador-class ship, registry number 26517.

Funny. I've only been on her for a few hours, and I'm already taking pride in her. Not all crew members

have yet reported in, but the final work is even now approaching its completion. I have spoken

extensively with Chief Engineer Burgoyne 172, and s/he assures me that we will be ready to launch for

Sector 221-G on the expected date. Burgoyne is the first Hermat I've ever met, and frankly, 's/he's odd

even for a Hermat. But 's/he definitely knows engines, and that's what counts.

I still can't believe I'm here. When I was a young "rebel" on my native Xenex-battling the Danteri to try

and drive those damned oppressors off my planet-I never dreamed of anything beyond the confines of

my homeworld. It was Jean-Luc Picard who came to me when we were on the cusp of winning our long

battle with the Danteri. He saw something in me, something that he felt should be shaped and honed into

a Starfleet officer. I will never forget when he told me of the noted Earthman, the Great Alexander, who

supposedly wept when he realized that he had no new worlds to conquer. There I was, having

accomplished the liberation of my people before I was twenty years old. Picard realized that if I allowed

that to be the pinnacle of my life, that it would not go well for me in later years. He is the one responsible

for my seeking out my true destiny.

Damn the man.

I try to live my life without regrets. I did not regret resigning from Starfleet, for it was what I had to do at

the time. And now I am determined not to regret rejoining. If nothing else, Picard was correct about the

reaction of Admiral Jellico. Upon learning that I had been given command of the Excalibur, with the

mandate to explore the fallen Thallonian Empire of Sector 221-G and provide humanitarian effort

whenever possible, Jellico looked angry enough to shred a Borg with his teeth. He's going to have to deal

with it, however. That's his problem, not mine. My problem is to focus my attention on the job at hand,

and not let my core impatience with the rigmarole and high-mindedness of Star fleet interfere with my job.

Several major bits of business need to be attended to. I am still awaiting the arrival of Lieutenant Soleta,

my science officer. She's had experience in Thallonian space. Even though Xenex is on the

Thallonian/Danterian border, I possess only a smattering of knowledge about the territory. Soleta has

actually been into the heart of that notoriously xenophobic realm and lived to tell of it. Her view of things

will be invaluable. She is currently in San Francisco, teaching at the Starfleet Academy, but she should

have received her orders by now and should be preparing to join us as soon as possible. Of the rest of

my command staff. Dr. Selar is in the process of getting sickbay in fully operating condition. It's strange.

I've worked with Vulcans before, and I'm well aware of their notorious reserve, but Selar is remote even

for a Vulcan. So cold, so icy, so distant. I cannot help but wonder if she is simply overly dedicated to her

Vulcan teachings, or if there is not something more going on in her head that I don't know about. Her

medical performance is spotless and she came well recommended from Picard, who in turn heard nothing

but good things about her from his own CMO. Picard's word is generally good enough for me, but to be

blunt, Selar seems as if she'll have the bedside manner of a black hole, and I hope her presence here is

not an error on my part.

Security Chief Zak Kebron is a Brikar, and certainly provides a feeling of security. I constantly have to

request that he walk rather than run, since his running tends to make an entire deck vibrate. I've seen

mountain ranges that are smaller. And yet he has astounding agility for someone who's got a hide tougher

than twenty Hortas.

Astronavigator Mark McHenry comes highly recommended for helmsman, but he brings with him major

caveats. I have very quickly learned that, during any conversation with Lieutenant McHenry, it seems as

if he is either not listening at all, or listening to a conversation between two other people. neither of whom

are in proximity. Yet he never seems to miss out on anything that's being said; how his mind is able to

multitask in that way is a complete mystery to me.

Operations Officer Robin Lefler is recently promoted from Engineering. She seems very sociable.

perhaps overly so, as if she's trying to compensate for something. "Desperately outgoing" would be the

term I'd use. I'm having trouble getting a "read" on her, and will be keeping a weather eye on her for the

time being.

The position of first officer remains open. I am finding the filling of that slot to be the most problematic

area with which I have to deal. I have a number of worthy candidates, and have already interviewed

several. Every single one has been eminently competent, knowledgeable, polite. and yet each of them

seems a bit nervous around me. Intimidated, perhaps. They focus on my scar, the one I acquired in my

youth when a Danterian laid open half my face. They seem to have trouble making eye contact. And they

act as if at any moment I might start carving my initials in my desktop with the dagger I keep handy for

sentimental reasons. I don't see why. It's my desk and my dagger, and if I happen to want to carve it into

kindling, I damn well will.

Hmmm.

Clearly I will need a first officer whom I can not only tolerate, but who will also be able to tolerate me.

SHELBY

ELIZABETH PAULA SHELBY gaped at Admiral Edward Jellico. He could not have gotten a more

stunned reaction out of her if he'd suddenly ripped off his own face and revealed himself to be a Gorn

wearing an exceptionally clever disguise.

Jellico was seated behind his desk, his fingers steepled in front of him. He watched Shelby pace his office

with a mixture of amusement and awe. As always, the woman seemed like a barely contained dynamo of

energy. When she was this upset, her face tended to darken and provide such a contrast to her

strawberry blond hair that it looked as if her head were on fire. Her ire, her astonishment, were so

inflamed that it took her several moments to regain her composure sufficiently to articulate her thoughts.

"Calhoun?" was all she could get out. "Mackenzie Calhoun? My Mackenzie Calhoun?"

"Your Mackenzie Calhoun?" Jellico made no effort to keep the surprise out of his voice. "Commander,

I'm well aware of the rumors regarding a history between you and Calhoun. Still, it's been my impression

that it's been many years since he was your Mackenzie Calhoun."

"Yes, yes, God yes," she said quickly, having regretted the slip the moment she'd said it. "There's no

feelings in that regard. None. There had been a. brief flirtation, I admit."

"How brief?"

She drew herself up stiffly. "I don't believe that is necessarily your business, sir."

"Agreed. How brief?"

With a sigh she said, "Three years."

"That's not what I'd call brief, Commander," Jellico said doubtfully. Then he shrugged. "Well, it's not as if

you were engaged." And then he saw her look. "You. weren't engaged to be married, were you? Well?"

Endeavoring to rally herself, Shelby said firmly, "Admiral, I am asking you to take my word for it that the

past is squarely in the past. Furthermore, I feel I must inquire as to. that is, I'm curious as to the thinking

behind." She cleared her throat, and then forced herself to remember her place and station in life.

"Permission to-"

"Yes, yes, speak freely," said Jellico impatiently.

At which point Shelby promptly tossed aside any attempt to speak in a diplomatic or tactful manner.

"Dammit, Admiral, what the hell is going on in Starfleet?" demanded Shelby, the fury practically exploding

out of every pore.

"I didn't quite mean that freely."

She didn't hear his dry response. She was too angry, waving her arms so vigorously that she looked as if

she might go airborne any moment. "Putting aside that the Excalibur should be my ship. putting aside that

I should have received my own command ages ago. putting aside all that. I find it personally infuriating

that preference is being given to a man who walked away from Starfleet over an officer who has served

unwaveringly and unstintingly!"

"I see you're determined to make this about you."

"Frankly, sir, since I'm the only one here aside from you, I think it's a thing for me to do." She shook her

head. "May I ask whose decision this was? I know perfectly well it wasn't yours."

"Picard suggested it."

She rolled her eyes. "I might have known. Payback. Payback because I gave Riker a rough time."

Even though he knew it wasn't exactly the appropriate time, Jellico couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Believe it or not, Commander, the galaxy doesn't revolve around you. Situations occur, decisions are

made, people are born, grow old, and die, all without having anything to do with Elizabeth Shelby."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Don't apologize. At the rate you're going, someday maybe it will all revolve around you. The point is,

although Picard suggested Calhoun, it was Admiral Nechayev who sealed the deal."

"Nechayev?" She was clearly surprised. "I thought there was no love lost between Nechayev and

Pi-card."

"The last time I checked, there wasn't. There's something else going on, though. Something I haven't been

able to completely find out about." He drummed his fingers on the desk thoughtfully. "There've been

rumors floating around."

"What kind of rumors?"

"Stories, really. For instance, shortly after he resigned from Starfleet, Calhoun was alleged to have gotten

into a serious drinking match with some admiral, and made a wager involving the world of Zantos."

"Zantos." Shelby made a face. "Wasn't that the world where a survey party got caught by the natives

years ago, and they took the leader of the party and cut off his, uhm." She shifted uncomfortably. ". his."

"Privileges," Jellico said judiciously. "That's the place, all right. Never let it be said that Starfleet can't take

a hint. We've steered clear of Zantos since then. However, Zantos apparently also produces the best ale

in the quadrant. Better than Romulan ale, and tougher to get. Apparently, on a bet, Calhoun snuck onto

Zantos, acquired a case of ale, and hotfooted it off the planet with half the Zantos fleet on his ass."

In spite of herself, Shelby smiled. "That sounds like Calhoun, all right." Then she shook her head. "But I

don't understand what that has to do with anything."

"Perhaps nothing." Jellico shrugged. "Perhaps everything. Someone with that sort of attitude and

resourcefulness might have been of interest to Nechayev. She has her fingers in a variety of 'unofficial,'

'behind the scenes' pies." He saw that Shelby was looking at him blankly and he sighed impatiently. "Do I

have to spell it out for you, Commander?"

"Are you saying that Calhoun may have been involved in some sort of. of under-the-table information

gathering, sir?"

"It's possible, Commander. We live in a universe of possibilities. What it all boils down to," and he leaned

forward on his desk, "is that Calhoun apparently has powerful backers. And those backers are inclined

to give him the Excalibur and turn him loose in the former Thallonian Empire."

By this point Shelby had sat in a chair across from Jellico. But Jellico's final statement seemed, to her, to

more or less finish off the meeting. She slapped her legs, rose, and said, "Well, Admiral. I appreciate

your candor." Trying to keep her voice even, to battle back the disappointment, she continued, "I hope

you will keep my service record in mind for potential future assignments in-"

"Sit down, Commander, we're not done."

"We're not?" She was genuinely confused, even as she obediently sat again. "With all due respect, I'm not

certain what else there is to say."

"I may have been overruled in the matter of the captaincy," said Jellico, "but I can pull enough strings to

jump you to the top of the list for first officer."

She stared at him for a long moment. Then a short, disbelieving laugh jumped out of her throat, followed

by longer, sustained laughter. Jellico displayed remarkable patience as he waited for the mirth to subside.

It didn't happen quickly. Finally she managed to compose herself enough to say, "You're joking. You're

not serious."

"Commander," he said evenly, "I have a reputation for many things, but it has come to my attention that

'comedian' is not one of them. Do I look not serious?"

"It's ridiculous."

"Ridiculous why?"

"For starters, I'm not interested in the post. Second, Calhoun would never accept me. Third."

"Not interested in the post? Commander, I shouldn't have to do a selling job here," said Jellico

impatiently. "It's a first-officer post on a ship with which you already have some familiarity. A ship that is

about to embark on a very high-profile mission which offers excellent opportunities. As first officer, you'd

be taking point on any away mission."

She snorted. "You don't know Mackenzie Calhoun very well, Admiral. If you think he's going to sit

around on the bridge while I spearhead away teams."

"It's the first officer's job to make damned sure that the CO doesn't thrust himself into those types of

high-risk situations." He leaned back in his chair and looked at her with what seemed to be faint

disappointment. "Are you telling me, Commander, that you would be incapable of riding herd on

Mackenzie Calhoun? That his bootprints would be all over you every time you tried to do your duty as

you see fit? Well. Well well well," and he shook his head. "I guess I overestimated you."

Jellico could practically feel the waves of barely contained anger radiating from Shelby. "I did not say

that, Admiral."

"I beg your pardon, Commander, but you most certainly did."

"I said Calhoun wouldn't sit still for it. That doesn't mean that I would just knuckle under." She smiled

thinly. "To a certain extent, that's why we broke it off years ago. I wasn't his image of what he wanted in

an ideal woman. I didn't jump to his tune, and I wasn't willing to make my career secondary to his."

"What a very old-fashioned attitude."

"He can't help it. It's part of his upbringing. When all is said and done, Xenexians aren't the most socially

advanced of races."

"That is exactly my concern, Commander. Calhoun is a tricky devil. Very resourceful and very sneaky. I

think he's going to need a first officer who knows all his tricks. Someone he can't pull any fast ones on, or

try to steamroll over. Someone who can stand up to him." He permitted a small smile. "I'm not stupid,

Shelby, nor am I completely disconnected. I knew damned well before you set foot in here that you and

Calhoun had history together. In my opinion, that's exactly what he needs. And you have other. positives.

that I think contribute to your viability as candidate for first officer."

"Those positives being that I'm ambitious," said Shelby. "That I want my own command. That if Calhoun

screws up, I'm going to be there to note down the screwup in every detail so that, with any luck, we can

get him out of the captain's chair and replace him with someone who deserves the position."

Jellico nodded. "I'm glad to see we're on the same wavelength, Commander. With your permission, then,

I will put forward your application with my strongest recommendation."

She considered it for a long moment. "You do realize that he'll never go for it."

"Perhaps. Perhaps not. If I need to narrow the options available to him, I can pull a few strings in that

department. I wouldn't do that immediately, of course; only if he proves 'reluctant.'"

"Ah. Well." She folded her arms and looked squarely at Jellico. "There's two other things that I think I

should clarify, Admiral. The first is, reverse psychology is a fairly obvious tactic, and I wish you had not

had to resort to it."

"Mmm-hmm," he said noncommittally. "And the second. ?"

"The second is," and she leaned forward with her knuckles on the desk, "if I should get the assignment,

understand: My loyalty as first officer will be to my captain. It doesn't matter if we were once lovers. It

doesn't matter if I think he's pigheaded, or stubborn, or a first-rate pain in the ass. If I sign on, I sign on

for the entire package. I accept it and I deal with it. And if you think that I'm going to weasel my way on

board and then turn around and be some sort of snitch, spy, quisling, rat, or in some other way, shape, or

form search out means by which I can undercut or disenfranchise my superior officer, all for the purpose

of advancement, then you, Admiral, with all due respect, can go screw yourself." And with that she

turned on her heel and walked out the door.

Jellico sat there, staring at the space which she'd just vacated with undisguised amazement. And then, to

no one in particular, he said, "Just once I'd like it if someone coupled the phrase 'with all due respect'

with some sort of sentiment that was genuinely respectful."

SI CWAN

II.

SOLETA HAD BEEN CAUGHT completely flat-footed. a condition that was, to her, extremely

annoying.

She was standing in her apartment in San Francisco. Her marvelous view of Starfleet Academy out the

window had always provided a curious comfort for the Vulcan woman. Now it seemed to serve only as

a sort of ironic counterpoint; out there would be possible rescue for her current odd situation, but it might

as well have been on Venus.

On her computer screen, the words "Don't Move". a message which had seemed very odd indeed when

she first read it. still glowed at her in dark letters. "What kind of message is that?" she had demanded of

the empty room.

That was when she had learned that the room was, in fact, anything but empty. From directly behind her,

she'd felt the gentle but disturbing firm prodding of a weapon, and coldly spoken words: "It is the kind of

message," a soft but threatening voice said, "that you should pay attention to, if you know what is best for

you. Now. you shall do exactly what I say. and may God help you if you do not, because no one else will

be able to help you. That, I can assure you."

Soleta was too well trained to let her astonishment show in either her voice or her demeanor. She acted,

in fact, as if the identity of her unknown visitor were of no interest to her at all. "I am impressed," she

said. "My hearing has always been rather keen. That you were able to gain access to this apartment and

hide in here without my detecting you is, as noted, impressive. That you were able to then get close

enough to me to threaten me with a weapon, again without my hearing your movement, is nothing short of

amazing," and then, as an afterthought, she added, "which would have more impact, of course, were I

capable of being amazed."

"You are unafraid," said the voice. "You have not changed."

The voice struck a cord in Soleta's memory. She frowned almost imperceptibly. "We have met, have we

not."

"Think of an opulent corridor," the voice told her, almost seeming to relish prolonging the moment. "Think

of an escape attempt gone awry."

"On Thallon," she said slowly.

"Correct."

"Si Cwan."

As if saying the name somehow released her from the threat of impending violence, Soleta turned to face

him. Towering over her was indeed the formidable Lord Si Cwan, late of the Thallonian Empire. He had

taken two steps back, clearly a respectful distance. "Stay where you are," he said firmly. "I am not

interested in leaving myself vulnerable to the assorted Vulcan tricks at your disposal."

"Nor am I interested in utilizing them," replied Soleta, eyeing him with undisguised curiosity. "I still do not

understand how I was unable to hear you come up behind me."

He shrugged as if it were an insignificant matter. "It is a technique I once learned. It is convenient for one

who is as conspicuous as I to be able to blend in when such is required. I had a good teacher."

"I should say so." She gestured to a nearby chair. "Would you care to sit?"

Waving the barrel of his weapon slightly, he indicated another chair a few feet away. "After you," he said

with exaggerated cordiality.

She nodded slightly and sat. A moment later he followed suit.

"The last time I saw you," said Si Cwan as casually as if they'd run into each other at a local pub, "you

and Ambassador Spock were endeavoring to escape from Thallon. You'd staged a rather impressive

breakout from your cell and were hoping to flee the palace when we happened to run into each other. Do

you recall what happened?"

"Of course," she said. "You allowed the ambassador and myself to depart. after returning this to me," and

she tapped the IDIC pin she wore in her hair.

He nodded. "All this time and you still wear it. It is comforting to know that some things in this

ever-evolving universe remain unchanging."

"What happened after our escape?"

"Guards were disciplined. Palace security was improved. Drills were held."

"Nothing more. severe?"

"If what you are asking is if anyone was executed over their inability to keep you prisoner, no," Si Cwan

assured her. "After all, the fundamental truth is that I allowed you to escape. Had I not done so, you

would not have done so. It was a private decision I made, and one that I elected to keep private even as

the investigation of your breakout was held."

"Why? You were a nobleman. Certainly you weren't afraid of retribution."

"Even noblemen have no desire to appear weak to their subordinates. It increases the difficulty of

maintaining control."

"And yet," Soleta said evenly, "you lost control anyway. Your family lost control of the Thallonian

Empire."

"A valid point," he admitted. "And, in fact, the reason that I am here." He seemed to regard her with

intense interest for a moment, and then abruptly he holstered his blaster and placed his hands in his lap.

The meaning of the gesture was unmistakable: It was time to put threats and attempts at intimidation

aside. To be candid with, and trusting of, one another, if such a thing was possible.

"There are other things in this ever-evolving universe that should also remain unchanging, I should think,"

Si Cwan told her. "One of those is gratitude. Gratitude and appreciation for services provided,

particularly when those services result in prolonging one's life."

"I would assume you are referring to the fact that I am indebted to you for having allowed me to escape

Thallon."

"I am indeed."

She looked down for a moment, and there was a slightly rueful expression on her face. "Were I fully

Vulcan," she said, "my attitude would be that, in allowing my departure, you acted in a most illogical

manner. Behaving illogically would have been your prerogative as a non-Vulcan. Once you had decided

to behave in an illogical manner, however, my attitude toward you would have been one of." She paused,

searching for the right word. "Contempt, I should think. Contempt and even a bit of fascination that one

could achieve a position of power while pursuing such illogical thought patterns. 'Gratitude' would never

enter into it."

He nodded grimly. "That would explain Ambassador Spock's attitude. I appealed to his sense of

gratitude during a private meeting, asking him to do my bidding. He refused, and even seemed puzzled as

to what I was talking about when it came to feeling obligated to me."

"Ambassador Spock is likewise not fully Vulcan. However, he has had far more time to come to terms

with that fact and compensate for it. Out of curiosity, did you threaten him with a weapon as you did

me?"

"No," he admitted. "I decided to utilize it this time around for the purpose of emphasis." He considered

the situation a moment. "May I take it from what you just said that you are not fully Vulcan? What are

you?"

She fixed him with a level gaze and then said, with a softness that almost hinted at vulnerability, "I would

prefer not to discuss it." There was silence for a moment, and then she said, "What did you want of

Spock? For that matter, what do you want of me?"

"I need to get aboard the Excalibur. I need to be brought along, back into Thallonian space. It is

important to me and, furthermore, I can be of use to you."

"You have already put in this request with Star-fleet, I take it."

"Yes, and I was denied. They denied. me, "and it was clear that the thought still rankled him.

"Why?"

"Because they are fools. Because I am not a member of Starfleet. One man, a man named Jellico,

forbade it, and the others would not gainsay him. They united against me."

"And what would you have me do?"

"Get me onto the ship."

She stroked her chin thoughtfully. "I do not know the captain," she said, "but I can certainly speak with

him once I am there. Arrange a meeting between the two of you."

"I am tired of meetings," Si Cwan said angrily. He rose from the chair, pacing furiously. "I am tired of

groveling, tired of begging over matters that should be accorded to me out of a sense of correctness, of

respect."

"Are you expecting me to sneak you on board somehow?" she asked skeptically.

And Soleta was completely unable to hide her astonishment when he replied, "Yes. That is exactly what I

expect you to do."

"How? You're not exactly a Nanite, Si Cwan. You're over six feet tall. How would you suggest I

smuggle you aboard? Fold you in half and put you in my suitcase?"

"I leave that to you and your resourcefulness."

"But if we speak to the captain."

"He could say no. He very likely will. I expect that he will march in lockstep with his Starfleet associates."

"Even if I could somehow get you on board without anyone knowing," she said doubtfully, "you couldn't

hide indefinitely."

"I'm aware of that. Once we're in Thallonian space, I'd make my presence known to your captain. By

that point, it will be too late."

"Ship captains are historically not especially generous when it comes to stowaways, Si Cwan. In extreme

cases, the captain would be authorized to punt you out of the ship in an escape pod with a homing

beacon and no further obligation to see to your welfare. And since the captain is the one who defines

what constitutes 'extreme,' he'd have a lot of latitude."

"I would deal with it."

"This is not a logical plan, Si Cwan. If you truly wish to go back into Thallonian space, you can hire a

private vessel. As you well know, Sector 221-G is no longer forbidden territory."

"It is to some."

She raised an eyebrow. "Meaning?"

He dropped back into the chair opposite her, and with barely controlled anger, he said, "Understand me,

Soleta. I still have followers. Many followers. At the risk of sounding self-aggrandizing."

"A risk I'm sure you'll take," Soleta said dryly.

If he picked up on the sarcasm, he didn't let it show. ". I was one of the most popular members of the

royal family. The mercy I showed you and Spock was not an isolated case. I helped out others from time

to time, when such judicious displays could be performed without undue attention. In certain quarters, I

was known as compassionate and fair, a reputation that was, quite frankly, deserved."

"My congratulations."

"By the same token, I also had enemies. One in particular, a man named Zoran, was almost insane in his

hatred for me. I never knew quite why; only that Zoran would have done anything to see myself and the

rest of my family wiped out. In any event. there were supporters who helped me and other members of

my family to escape when the empire collapsed. And we were."

His voice trailed off, as if he was recalling matters that he would rather not be thinking about. Soleta

waited patiently.

"We were supposed to meet at a rendezvous point," he continued moments later, as if he hadn't lapsed

into silence. "Meet there and get out together. I was the only one to make it to the rendezvous point. I

heard secondhand that most of the others were caught and executed."

"Most?"

The entire time she had been watching him, he had maintained an imperious demeanor. But now it almost

seemed as if he were deflating slightly. A great sailing ship, becalmed, its mighty canvas sagging. "I have

heard nothing of Kallinda."

She was about to ask who that was, but then she remembered something. She remembered when she

first met Si Cwan, seen him sitting on his mount, proud and regal. And next to him was a young girl,

laughing, clearly adoring the man next to her.

"The little girl who was with you?" she asked. "When I was first caught?"

"Yes. My sister. My little sister, who never did harm to anyone. Who was filled with joy and laughter."

He looked at Soleta, his dark eyes twin pools of sadness. "Kallinda. I called her Kally. I have been

unable to determine what happened to her. I don't know whether she is alive and in hiding, or."

As if he was suddenly aware of, and self-conscious over, his emotional vulnerability, he pulled himself

together quickly. He drew his regal bearing around him like a cloak. "It is galling to admit, but I need the

protection that only a starship can provide. Protection from enemies such as Zoran. The influence such a

vessel could provide. And a means through which I can search for my sister. None of these could be

garnered through the hiring of some small, one- or two-man ship."

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