Zoro Hour

Posted on Tue 17th Jul, 2012 @ 9:07pm by Commander Brian Windsong & Lieutenant Samantha O'Dell

5,473 words; about a 27 minute read

Mission: http://sb109.sim-station.net/index.php/sim/missions/id/2
Location: Holodeck
Timeline: Current

Brian needed to unwind and the best way to do that was good hard physical exerition. Not especially caring for standard exercise he decided a good game of cat and mouse would be fun. Of course in his case it was more like blind man's buff, and more of a challenge than when he had, had his site, but he loved a challenge.

There was only one functional holodeck on the whole station and it had taken him half an hour to find it and another half hour to input the program that he wanted. Klingons were his opponents and the saftery protocol was set at minimum. The layout he had memorzied and the only real concession that he had made was that if he got too close to inanimate objects they would give off a sharp beep.

Wicker of course didn't know anything of her master's hands, but was balking at leading him through the entrance. He then felt another presence approaching.

Sam was heading for the holodeck, epee folded up in her hand. She hadn't really made too much contact with anyone. When she came around the corner she saw someone standing at the holodeck. Oh, shoot, she thought to herself. he'd recognized the Lcdr as Windsong, but knew little else about him. Expect that he was blind.

He turned to face her though he was slightly off center as he faced her, he could smell a very subtle perfume. His hand move instinctively to the katana he wore on his back, but even before his hand had move a quarter of the way he stopped, "Can I help you?" he asked.

Sam actually felt her foot go backwards as she prepped her stance to anticipate his advancement. And then he stopped, so she stopped. "Sorry, sir." Sam said. "I was planning to practice a little fencing." She admitted. "But it can wait."

"Nonsense, I was going to play a little cat and mouse with some Klingons. The goal is to get myself across the city without ending up as an ingredient for Blood Wine. Your welcome to join me, or we we could change things up a bit and run a different program where we could oppose each other instead of being on the same side."

Samantha wasn't sure, she'd never been on the same side as the commander and didn't really know him. Not to mention she was hesitant to trust anyone. "Um... " how was he planning on doing all this. "I'll side up with you." She wanted to see how he did this, maybe she could learn something

"Okay, I've set the saftey protocols on minimum, which means we could actually get hurt. I can reset those if you like. And I am afraid you have me at a disadvantage. I don't know your name."

Samantha smirked. "Ltjg O'Dell, sir." She told him. "I'm the new assistant security chief." She retorted. "You're Commander Windsong."

Brian could not see the smirk but he could sense it in her voice and her surface thoughts. He quickly pulled away from her thoughts not wanting to intrude. "Lieutenant I don't see anyone else around, I think you can call me Brian, and my somewhat obstinate dog is Wicker. She is a yellow lab if you know the breed."

"Sam," She offered. "Wicker, helps you around the station I assume, well I mean what parts you haven't memorized." She asked him. She came closer and knelt down to pet the beautiful honey yellow dog. She loved animals, more then she liked people.

"In a word yes, the problem with memorizing the station is filtering out all the people. Two or three I can deal with and, I don't know sort out? But if there's a whole group of people its difficult for me to not bump into them. If that makes sense."

Wicker for her part was enjoying the attention. She sat back on her haunches, her tail wagging. Then she likcked Sam's hand.

Wickers friendly nature brought a smile to Sam's face. "It does." She admitted as she stood back up. "So I guess wicker is going to be joining us?"

"No, in there she'd just get in the way. I'll do fine without here. More of a challenge that way."

Samantha nodded her head. "Well I'm ok with the safety settings were they are, I'm ready if you are." She looked at Wicker and smirked looking back up at Brian.

"Good glad to hear it," he replied then he released Wicker's harness, "Go lay down girl," he told her.

The dog didn't move from where she was sitting but she did look up and give him a look like she thought he was crazy. a low growl starting low in her throat. "Go NOW! Brian said is voice growing sterner, but not raising in pitch, "Go on I'm okay."

She gave him one last look and then went to a corner and lay down.

"She doesn't trust me? Or she doesn't trust the holodeck." Sam offered. "I wonder which it is."

"If she licked you, I'd say it was the holodeck. If not, well its anybody's guess.

Sam smirked. "She trusts my hand then." Sam couldn't help but laugh softly to herself. "What a comfort."

"Actually Lieutenant my best guess is that it's me she doesn't trust." He loosened the sword in its sacbbard. "We're starting in Klingon bar. If we play our cards right, we'll find a Klingon willing to sellus a map, if not... well if not we start out in deep shit and it only gets deeper."

Sam wondered if the Dog wasn't smarter than her now. "I like deep shit, sir." She admitted. "Kinda used to it." She noticed he had a katana and not an epee. She was not what she would consider a swashbuckler. her training was formal and while she could use her weapon she was not that kind of swordsmen.

"A woman after my own heart," he joked, "Oh and stop calling me sir."

^=^Computer run program Windsong Alpha 1. The holodeck grid disappeared and was replaced by a bar that gave the word dive bad name. It was filled with Klingons who hadn't bathed in sometime, or at least they smelled that way.The room was heavy with smoke and howling wind could be heard outside.

A big beared Klingon was heading their direction and he didn't look friendly, but the again he was a Klingon, it might have been gas, or just his natural expression.

Samantha's epee was still in her hand, but fortunately it looked more like a small box than a weapon. Still she found herself getting a tighter grip on it. "Not that I'm sure you can't smell that, but that is one big Klingon." She found herself. Then she remembered it was his program and he probably knew it, and didn't really appreciate her tell him stuff he already knew, blind not stupid. "sorry." Her eyes scanned the room she wanted to know how many klingons' how big, how drunk.

It was Brian's turn to smirk, "No problem, except for a few of the 'star' villians, the extras are all random."

Because of the smoke that seemed to hang just above the celling and caused a haze throughout the bar, it was difficult to tell how many Klingons there were. She estimated somewhere between a dozen and a score. From the noise level she could determine that most of them were very drunk indeed.

The aforementioned Klingon that Sam had commented on was now standing in their space. "What can I do for you?" he asked in deep booming voice.

Samantha had wanted to take a step back, personal space, the overwhelming aroma of klingon... whatever. She didn't though. This was Brian's game and he knew the rule's she was simply going to follow his lead, for the moment.

"Whoa there big guy, we're just looking for a drink. Maybe some Romulan Ale, something like that."

The Klingon took a stepr closer. "Do I look like a freaking bartender to you? That's not what I meant." He laid a menacing hand on Brian's shoulder. "We don't like strangers here."

Brian gave him an wide grin, "Then we have something in common. I don't like your hand on me, so unless you want to have only hand to play with yourself, I suggest you let go."

The Klingon gave him a smirk and made no effort to move his hand. "Do you know what your chances of surviving are?"

"Sam," Brian said to her without turning, "How many Klingons do you count?"

"A dozen give or take." She smirked. "I'd say survival is better than average." She offered.

"There you go," Brian replied 12-2 those aren't very good odds."

"So shorty," the Klingon bellowed, "Why don't you and your bitch walk away while you still can. Like you said the odds are stacked.

"Oh but I wasn't referring to the odds being stacked against us. Brian said his voice flat.

"And Sam, how do you feel about this Klingon POS calling you a bitch?"

She wondered how he knew that that word struck a nerve. It was like a trigger for her... it always had been. The one word no one could say without her becoming unpleasant. Samantha smirked as her fingers tightened on the hilt of her weapon all but ready to use it. "Well being the nice girl that I am, I'm going to give him to the count of 5 to take it back...." With a flick of her wrist her epee was unfolded. "one..."

The Klingon kept one hand on Brian and turned and sneered at her, "You think you little sword bothers me? Its tiny, kind of like the thing your boyfriend here sticks in you. Bitch Bitch Bitch."

Samantha was swift with her weapon it was somewhat graceful but she had never used it on a Klingon before. The epee slices his cheek, cut off a chunk of his ear and a clump of hair landed on the table. She didn't even really seem to flinch much and to a drunken eye it might not have seemed like she'd moved at all. "two."

The obnoxious Klingon loosed his grip on Brian. Although he could not see what she had done and so didn't know the details, he could tell by the curse that escaped his mouth that he had been hurt to one degree or another.

Two more of his kind detached themselves from the bar and started moving towards them. The sword was in his hands almost as if summoned there, at least he had not appeared to have drawn it himself.

Samantha smirked. "Take it back." she offered the Klingon the chance to recant his language. "Three." Samantha saw the Klingons out of the corner of her eyes. "two, inbound 11 o'clock."

Brian turned to face them as he tooka defensive stance.

The Klingon produced a wicked looking blade that was about 18 inches long, heavy, and sereated on both sides. "I'll take back the bitch and call you what you are, a whore. There now does that sound better?"

Samantha smirked slightly. "Now see that word, that one doesn't bother me near as much. Bitch is a much worse word, probably because he means a female dog on Earth. For you Klingon's I can understand the confusion, I've seen some of your females, bitch an appropriate term. Hairy, smelly... and the teeth." She shook her head. "woof, is right."

Samantha moved around Brian to give him a clear shot at the two other Klingons as she focused on the big guy. "Whore... i've given up some morals for personal gain once or twice." She nodded. "That's an accurate frame of reference." She knew she'd confused the hell out of him. if not irritated him pass that point. So when she took about swipe at him and knocked his footing out from under him she was almost amused. The knife went scattering off on the ground. "Four."

The Klingon in front of her pulled out his bat'leth and swung it towards Samantha's face.

The two advancing on Brian recognized that the eyes that stared back at them were cosmetic and thought that they had an easy kill. That notion made them aggressive, and it made them careless. They advanced a bit too quickly and the first one swung enthusastically, though a bit eratically. He was surprised when Brian used the katana as a thrusting weapon the blade sliding rather effortlessly through his throat.

The epee was no match for a bat'leth steel for steel, it was a weapon of a martial art almost and skill that Samantha had no real grasp of, she was capable of self defense. Still she wasn't not intimidated, in fact it made her smirk, he hadn't called her a bitch that time. Still as he swung she was able to twist out of his reach and when he wild drunken swing came awkwardly at her, she was able to lash out with sharp and deliberate slices to his wrists and face. Almost Zorro ish.


This caused little real damage to the Klingon, at least immediately, but as the say a death by a 1,000 cuts. It did however cause him to bellow out in rage and though he would not admit it even to himself, pain. He stepped back deciding to use his reach and the weapon's brute strength to his advantage and not to play to her strengths.

The lone Klingon attacking Brian, assuming that he killed his companion because of noise was trying to move as quitely as possible to get behind the Akadian.

The big klingon took one brutally strong blow to Samantha and knocked her backwards. She landed on her back, the wind knocked out of her. She felt it on her chest like a lead weight. The epee just out of reach. Wicker would have been useful now. Still the klingon laugh at her and reared the bat'leth over his head to come down in a deathly blow, as he did she rolled to her weapon, the Bat'leth embedded itself in the floor and Samantha's epee drove deep straight into the massive alien's neck.

The Klingon looked down at her, surprise etched in his features. as the bat'leth fell from nerveless fingers. He sank to his rear then fell on his back. He wasn't quite dead yet, but he wouldn't be getting up again, not for sometime.

Samantha got to her feet. "Five." she jerked her weapon out of the klingon's neck and wiped his blood on his shirt. Then turned to Windsong, he had taken down one and was onto number two. Her eyes were very aware that everyone else in the bar was watching them.... everyone.

At this point the spectators were satisfied with just being spectators. They hadn't really cared much for the little cadre that was under attack and they were willing to let the chips fall without interfering.

Brian could sense the man come up behind him. Not only was he failing misreably to be sneaky, but even if his thoughts did not give him away his smell would have. He waited till the last minute then did a back flip over a very surprised Klingon. He lashed out with his katana, just nicking the man's shoulder and not doing any significant damage.

Samantha used her epee and leaned on it gingerly watching Brian move. He was fluid for a man who couldn't see. She was impressed. "Scream if you need me." She offered.

The Klingon swung the bat'leth down in a vicicous arc just as she spoke. Brian caught the blow with his katana and a spark erupted as the blade collided. He was driven to his knees and the Klingon was pressing his advantage when Wicker appeared as if from nowhere clamping on to the right wrist of the Klingon.

Samantha bent the epee until it popped upward, it was a goofy trick she'd learned as she caught it and stepped in to help. She sliced the klingon's face deep and harsh.Gashing his eye, it would leave him blind for sure.

The Klingon flung Wicker aside and brought his bat'leth around towards Sam. Brian recovered and brought his katana down with blinding speed.severing the Klingon's wrist and hand from his arm.

The Bat'leth landed on the floor. Samantha's eyes were wide and she looked at the Klingon, Brian's blade had come out of no where. "Remind me to get a stronger blade." she murmured under her breath and she leveled her epee at the Klingon's through. "Join your friends?"

The Klingon cursed loudly in his native language. The deciding that he wanted to go out a warrior stooped to pick up his bat'leth with his remaining hand.

The remaining bar patrons had mostly gone back to their drinks deciding the show was over. The lone exception to this was a human who was sneaking towards the door. "You take care of our Klingon friend, I'll tend to this other jerk said Brian.

Samantha shook her head but agreed. "I guess stupidity isn't just a humanities thing."

"Wicker, get him girl." Wicker wasn't exactly an attack dog but she could make herself a nuisance. She entangled herself in his leg, almost tripping him and preventing him from getting to the door. He pulled a phaser pointing it at the dog, when Brian launched hmself at him.

There was the sound of a phaser discharging and Brian began pummeling the man's face. A few minutes later, the man was still. When Brian stepped towards Sam he was favoring his left arm. "Ouch," he said, "Good thing I had the saftey protocols at 70% not 50% like I was going to do."

Samantha had killed the Klingon and he laid over his comrade. When Wicker and Brian came towards her his uniform was charred slightly on the sleeve. "Let me see that."

He turned towards the sound of her voice, "Here," he offered, "How bad is it?"

Samantha could see the charred uniform. "It'll be an interesting conversation in medical." She admitted. She'd have torn off some of the klingon's uniforms to keep the bleeding down but she didn't trust them. So she unzipped her uniform jacket and tore the sleeve. "It's kinda deep. Bleeding like hell." She admitted. "Still, I've seen worse and you'll live." She chuckled as she wrapped the cloth around his flesh wound. "Continue on or would you rather go to medical?"

Brian grimmaced slightly, "No I'm not a quitter. If this was for real I couldn't just make a doctor appear. How is Wicker though?"

Samantha looked at Wicker wagging her tail at his side. It made Samantha smile. "She's fine." she said in a tone that had her smile in it. It was warm and she felt oddly happy. It was a feeling she hadn't had in a long time. Just having friends felt good. "Well if you want to press on then we can, three dead klingon's and a jerk. Where to next."

"Well now that is a good question. We have find a hotel called Warrior's Honor. We have to find a disguised Romulan and get him to the space port, where we get our next assignment."

Samantha nodded. "And the map?" She asked.

"Ahh, the map, we we would have gotten the map, but that was before the fight, now we'll have to switch to plan B."

Sam again nodded her head. "ah the deep shit, plan. My bad."

Brian smirked at her, "Yeah that's the one."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Well, lead on oh fearless leader and k9. I shall follow."

They walked out of the bar and down a side street into a narrow alley. They had almost reached the end which would have taken them to a major street when there was the sound of an old fashioned machine gun bolt being pulled back.

"70% you said right?" Samantha said softly.

Brian nodded, as they heard a voice speak, "That is far enough."

Samantha took let out of deep breath another fight she thought to herself. Her eyes drifted she wasn't sure she wanted to see what was coming. "And play this scenario all the time?" She asked him again.

"ITs different each time, this particular segment has never come up. Any ideas?"

She nodded her head. "One or two." She offered. "putting our hands up, lowering our weapons." she offered. "I carry a secondary... I'm sure you do too." They were too much alike for him not to. It would have been a serious disappointment if he didn't.

He gave her a grin, "Ok course I have a secondary. Did you think I'm some kind of wus?"

She turned to see a huge Klingon behind them, Gun in hand. And it was an older earth type rifle. She put her epee on the ground to show him she meant no harm. "Behind us," She murmured to Brian. "One... rifle, 6... 5 ish." she offered.

Brian carefully laid his katana on the ground and turned around, trying to keep the smile off of his face. "What can we do for you?"

Samantha looked at him as if to ask if he was nuts. The last time they asked that they ended up in a fight with three klingons. But she waited to see what the Klingon would ask of them.

"It's good that you are so obedient, its something that you'll need to get used to. Tomorrow my Orion friend comes back. I don't know how much you'll fetch at market. but for a human the woman is attractive. Perhaps me and the boys will, umm,take turns tasting your wares. What do you think of that?"

Samantha took in a deep breath and had that look on her face, really this...again. "When we get out of this, you and I are gonna talk about your programming taste." She looked at Brian. "As far as my wares..." she smiled sweetly at the Klingon. "Come and get it."

He glanced over at her and shrugged his shoulders. "This is a bit of a dervision, don't blame me for this one," he whispered, "But don't worry. I have a very sharp knife. It will make it a little hard for him to sample anything."

She frowned not ideally taking to being considered a sexual chew toy by any species. "The computer must not be used to you haven't women in your programs other than Wicker."

"The evening is young," he replied.

The large Klingon approached, keeping his submachine gun leveled at the two of them. As he got closer he said, "Now take off your clothes."

She started to unzip the uniform top... showing off some flesh and the grey tank top that was underneath... as the Klingon's eyes widened. She shoved his weapon and wrist against the wall of the alley they were in and drove the heel of her palm up into his nostrils. Causing his nose to break. "Running is a good idea."

Brian reached out with the knife had been concealing and sliced through the Klingon's hamstring. "Running would really be a good idea now," he agreed.

Samantha kicked the Klingon backwards and started to run. "Where the hell are we running?"

"East eventually, but right now whichever way is going to get us out of there the fastest."

Samantha nodded. "Straight it is... I'll tell ya when to turn." She ran as fast as she could not wanting to look back. This was not what she considered stress free therapy. She'd only wanted to come in and work out some frustrations in the holodeck. Damnitt, woman. Stop making friends, crazy friends at that. "Left in 20 feet."

Brian ran right behind her and turned left as instructed. They found themselves in an open market square that was empty of people at this hour. Without the people it looked like a rabbit warren. Behind them they heard the sound of footsteps coming up behind them. Whoever the Klingon was, he had friends.

Samantha frowned. "Oh hell. Come on." He grabbed his hand and pulled him through the market. "Remind me not to play with you again."

"Do you want to stop?" he asked

"Hell no." She snorted. "I just didn't expect to be the object of klingon sexual fantasy." She offered. "It's a bit creepy."

"Well I guess we'll just have to make you the object of an Akadian sexual fantasy the next time if that will make you feel better."

She looked at him knowing he was Akadian... but had heard that he favored men to women... so she wasn't sure if it was flattery or not. "Flattery will get you everywhere..." She teased. She lead him back a darker alley way and there they could hide in silence out of the reach of the Klingon's for the moment.

He snickered briefly as he followed her into the alley, "I like the way you think," he replied, "Do you know anything about Akadians?"

She shook her head and then realized he couldn't see her. "Not a thing."

"Ahh, well I didn't think so. Here are some basics. We just came into the Federartion about five years ago, based largely on the efforts of my family. We have a Ruling Council that is made up of a group of ten families. Three major and seven minor. My family is one of the three major.

Anyway most of us are telepathic some can be more powerfully gifted than Betazoids. We're smaller and not as strong as humans, but we are a lot quicker and more agile. We are quite sensual, not just when it comes to sex, but all aspects of life.

Sexually very few of us have preferences one way or the other, it's just whoever we find attractive. We have a ritual called bonding with those that we become especially close to. If we bond with someone that we are married too, then we become monogoumuus, otherwise not so much, though my last partner, Morgan, and I were faithful to each other for the five years we were together, a bit unheard of in Akdadian culture."

She was surprised it was a cultural lesson she didn't really expect. "So you're a prince of sorts among your people and, you'll basically screw anything you're attracted to." Samantha wasn't exactly lady like... "But if you find someone special you're loyal to them at least until that loyalty wears off."

Brian was wearing a bit of a smirk until Sam's last comment, when the smirk disapeared and color rose to his cheeks turning them a deep shade of green, "All true, but the last part. The loyalty didn't wear off, Morgan was murdered, and once we bond to someone its for life, there is no wearing off."

Sam frowned crap... she thought. "Brian I'm sorry... sometimes my mouth doesn't think before it speaks." She admitted. "I'm sorry for your loss." She added. She didn't know what having a partner felt like, or being in love. "I don't have a clue what any of that feels like." She admitted to him.

"I am sorry too, there was no way for you to know. It's been five years and since he was killed you're pretty much right on, I've been screwing anyone that I was attracted to, but I'm really getting sick and tired of that, I... I want to fall in love with someone."

Sam could understand that, "I'm sure you will, you're a handsome guy, and pretty fun to be around from what i've seen." They were a lot alike."I've never been in love," She shrugged. "I never met anyone that stayed around long enough." She admitted. "So.. um are all Akadian's blind?" She didn't know if that was a fair question but she didn't know how to ask.

"No we're not. I was on the wrong side of a political debate about Akadia coming into the Federation. Some terrorists grabbed Morgan and myself, forced me to watch them slice him apart with a phaser and then they blinded me with acid."

Samantha covered her mouth to keep herself from gasping, that was horrific. Oh my God, she thought and you just made fun of him without knowing, you callus bitch, she told herself. "That is so...I hope you got the bastards good for it." She knew she wouldn't have wanted pitty, not the typical I'm sorry line. But she would have been mad in his place and she'd have wanted revenge. Sam figured he was close enough to her sooo. Yeah... getting the bastards seemed right

"Trust me Sam, that is exactly what I plan to do and I won't be wearing a uniform to do it. After that, well assuiming I'm still in Star Fleet, then I'll get my sight fixed."

Samantha thought about it for a moment or two... and she touched him on the shoulder in the dark alley. "Let me know if you need a hand." She offered.

He turned towards her, his mind a swirl of emotions. He appreciated her offer, appreciated her touch. He wanted to kiss her, to feel her lips on his, to have her body against his, just to escape the emptiness, but he hesitated he didn't want to hurt or or lead her on.

He wasn't sure if he could fall in love with her or whether it would just be something purely physical, so he hesitated.

"Thanks," he replied, "I probably shouldn't be sharing that information with everyone, so many people wouldn't understand. I'm glad that you do."

She smirked and nodded her head. "Most people would have to go through the ordeal to understand it." She offered. "I got close, but it wasn't nearly as personal. Besides, you're the first person I've met here that actually makes me feel welcome." she added. "Sooo what do we do about the klingons?"

The moment for kissing her seemed to be fading away. He shook his head and pulled out the sword, "Let's go kick some Klingon ass."

Samantha leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "I like it when you talk dirty." She chuckled. It was a friendly kiss one of those things you do when you're teasing and flirting but not the in love kinda kiss.

He couldn't keep the grin off his face. He had enjoyed the kiss and the flirting, "I see. Well I know where flattery gets me, where does talking dirty get me?"

Samantha didn't have her sword she'd left it on the ground when they ran. She only had her knife on her, but still she was far from helpless. She couldn't but laugh when she saw the look on his face, she had to admit she liked that she made him smile. The comment didn't make her smile any less. "Depends on how dirty, maybe dinner..."

"Dinner would be fun," he replied, "I can talk pretty dirty if I want to. You ready? There seems like there is something wrong."

Samantha's smirk faded when he said there was something wrong. "Yeah, I'm good. I dropped my sword back there... but i have my knife. I'm good."

"Well you can play with my sword if you want, he replied with a smirk, "My other sword that is. Not as big as my katana but probably bigger than your knife."

Samantha felt where this was going and honestly she wasn't sure she wanted to be a fling of Brian's. He'd just admitted that screwed everything and she wasn't in a state of mind where she felt like being hurt. She leaned close to him and whispered in his ear. "Size never did impress me, it's all about how well you use it." Truth be told Sam had never dated, never been kissed seriously and never been in bed with anyone. That didn't mean she didn't know how to flirt.

Brian lauged out loud, "Nice reply, but I seriously wasn't fliring. Well okay maybe a little, but I really was offering you the use of my wakizashi."

Samantha started to blush.... her face reddened badly. "Computer end program." she ordered it feeling the need to run. When the program ended and the computer went back to the black and orange checkered pattern she got up, and went for her sword... making a quick B line for the exit.

Brian wasn't sure why she had left and it bothered him, he knew he musr have done something wrong but he couldn't figure it out. He would have to ask her about it later.

For now he decided he was done as well. He called Wicker over and left the room.

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Lt. Commander Brian Windsong
Chief Diplomatic Offier

Ltjg. Samantha O'Dell
Assistant Chief of Security

 

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