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Re: Day 10 [1326] Chaos in the Clouds of Qo'Nos

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[ Lt. Enyd Isolde Madson | Mekro'vak Region | Qo'noS ] ATTN: @Eden

“Oh,” Enyd paused in her clean-up efforts, “I’m not sure how much you know of Klingon culture; I may have dumbly assumed you knew.”

Suddenly, she dropped her hands to her lap as the last of his words registered. As much as it pinged her pride and the not-so-subtle musings of attraction towards the pilot, she couldn’t blame Cal for feeling that way if he was operating blindly. And, even if he wasn’t, it was still his choice, and he’d rather a Klingon woman taking a mating chunk out of his face, then so be it. Squaring her shoulders against the desire to pout, Enyd resumed her work, likewise not giving into the temptation to press harder than necessary. Cal was the victim here in so many ways; her girlish pride had no place in wrongfully punishing him. She could do that later in her daydreams if necessary.

“Klingon mating customs are…violent. Not a surprise I’m sure given what we’ve lived through the past few hours. Usually, the female initiates the mating by verbally and physically antagonizing a male. Once it gets to a tipping point, so to say, she’ll bite the male, usually on the face somewhere, to show to the other females that he’s been claimed. At that point, if the male doesn’t want to mate, he can protest by fighting her off, and only if he wins does he win the right to say no. Also, if another female wants to contest the claim, she can challenge the original female to a fight, and the winner takes all, in a fashion.” Enyd set aside the cloth and picked up the salve, her touch light but efficient as she dabbed it over the bite mark. “I’m giving you the very summarized version of their customs, and even then, that’s the baseline with many variations depending on the region.”

Finished with her work, Enyd wiped her hands off on the cleansing cloth. Not quite knowing what to do with them now that they weren’t employed in cleaning up the mess she’d made of Cal’s face, Enyd opted to sit on them. If she didn’t, in her state, Enyd knew she’d be tempted to talk with her hands, lose her balance, and knock them both to the ground. The chaos goddess had taught her that much at least.

“Sickbay can have that gone in a few seconds once we return to the ship.” Since her hands were restrained, her feet began to kick back and forth as they hovered over the ground. “Not that you should be grateful for any of this mess but, truth is, that bite is a hell of a lot smaller and less ferocious than the one’s I’ve seen Klingon women leave behind, which makes me oh so grateful that woman didn’t feel like challenging me. I’d have lost, that much is a given, and then I’d be out of commission until a medical evac, and you’d have been sex-napped to who knows where with probably another bite taken out of your other cheek.”

Unbeknowst to Enyd, and likely Cal, the log they’d been perched on all evening had a rotten underside in the middle and with each subtle shift of their weight, it rubbed away a bit more of the supportive “belly.” Until now, with one more kick forward and back of Enyd’s feet, the middle gave way entirely, dropping like a wooden V into the ground and thrusting Cal and Enyd against each other as gravity tossed them to the ground with the log.

As she pushed herself into a seated position out of the momentary tangle of limbs covered in dirt and rotten wood, Enyd leaned against what was left of the log. Mutely studying herself, then peering at Cal’s similarly disheveled nature, Enyd’s eyes stung with unshed tears. It’d been a long day, with mighty ups and terrible downs. Her chin quivering as she fought the unexpected bout of self-pity, Enyd took a deep breath.

“Well,” she tipped her head back and gulped in more campfire smoke-scented air, “yup.” Enyd rolled over into a kneeling position and, using the leftover of the log, got her her feet. Though she doubted he'd be interested in accepting an offer to help, not when her last attempt to help had gotten his cheek bitten, Enyd still offered her hand. “I’ll go get our combadges so we can skidaddle.”

Re: Day 10 [1326] Chaos in the Clouds of Qo'Nos

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[ Lt. JG Callax Valin | Mekro'vak Region | Qo'noS ] Attn: @Ellen Fitz
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It was only a matter of time before chaos struck them again. This time by a rotted wood log of all things. It had not been the most comfortable chair, but it was a chair that served them well until the end. Somehow it felt fitting that even on Qo’noS, one of the least dangerous things a person could think of could still try to hurt them.

His body ached as the pair became tangled on the ground. It was not until she was on top of him that he realized how cold he was. Pressed tightly together, he could feel her warmth. The rise and fall of her chest. It was equal parts comforting and arousing. Again, how long had it been since he had been this close to a woman? He felt tears begin to pool at the corner of his eyes but he shook them away. Klingon company was not the best place to show such vulnerability.

“Hey,” Cal said, voice soft. His eyes had a glimmer of caring concern as he stared up at her. Before she could rise, he reached up to gently brush Enyd’s cheek. “Do not be upset. I did not know that is what you were doing. Had I known, I would have thanked you. While I am all for a challenge, I do not believe my body would survive that particular challenge this evening.” He beamed a cheeky grin at her and gestured towards the klingon woman who had approached them.

Enyd lifted herself up and Cal accepted her outstretched hand to help himself up. His posture was sturdy, finding he had more strength in his legs now than moments before. Something certainly had his blood pumping now and some part of him told him it was not the bloodwine.

“Alright then, Miss Cultural Expert,” he managed to say with a bit of renewed vigor. “If that was some klingon ritual and you have now claimed me, what are my obligations? After all, Starfleet would expect us to respect local cultures and I might have a future in the Diplomatic Service if my family gets their way so I can use all the experience I can get. If I’ve been roped into something, I prefer to see it to the end rather than quit halfway.”

If nothing else, Cal was stubborn.

Re: Day 10 [1326] Chaos in the Clouds of Qo'Nos

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[ Lt. Enyd Isolde Madson | Mekro'vak Region | Qo'noS ] ATTN: @Eden

Though Cal’s spirits seemed to have rallied, and he both physically and verbally attempted to assuage her tender nerves, Enyd couldn’t quite bring herself to offer much more than a wobbly smile in response to his good-natured comments. She was further blocked from commenting by the approach of two older females, both wearing matching grins of impish delight. Without asking permission, one bent down and tied a crimson tassel around Enyd’s thigh, laughing at the diplomat when she let out a squeal of surprise when the rough hands pushed the tassel further up her thigh until it disappeared beneath the makeshift tunic and Enyd could swear she felt the ruffle of the tassel tickle the edge of her mons. Looking over to Cal, she saw a similar action had been taken with him only his tassel was black, and the woman lecherously lingered attention on his leg until her companion swatted her away, and they left with matching barks of laughter.

“I don’t know what this is,” Enyd shrugged when she caught Cal’s attention, “I’m hoping Rik’evet explains.” She nodded toward the older man, who was once more heading in their direction, looking equally amused and tired.

He handed glasses of refreshing water to the both of them before moving to stand between them, facing toward the fire and the cleared area around where the rest of the clan seemed to be taking up position as if in expectation for some sort of show.

“Though they placed the ruS without bothering to ask if you’re interested or physically able to participate, they will understand if you choose not to. They are aware of your injuries, and you would not lose honor if you decided to abstain from this ritual.”

Enyd looked over Rik’evet’s shoulder toward Cal before pressing for more information, “What kind of ritual is this?”

“Most clans no longer follow it, but ours does, so count yourself lucky I suppose, in your exposure.” Glancing down at their disheveled nature, Rik’evet laughed. “Incredibly lucky. It is the bI’reS nalqaD, or the feigned mating ritual. The playmate perhaps? There’s no easy translation.” He pointed toward Cal’s leg. “Basically, the ritual dictates that the man and woman participating do whatever is necessary to remove the tassel with their teeth, and only their teeth. For those already mated, the victorious one is considered the household leader for a period of time, regardless of gender. For those not yet mated, it is more just an opportunity for the clan to witness their compatibility or lack thereof. Just because a challenger wins the right to mate doesn’t mean the mating itself would be viable, and this is a way of ensuring that those who should be mated are thusly mated.”

Enyd could already see this going very, very, very wrong. And yet the diplomatic, curious side of her was already egging her own, desperate for her to accept even when she still felt like death warmed over.

“So in the case of not yet mated, what does the victorious one win? Aside from a tassel in their teeth?”

Rik’evet laughed, “The right to finish their mating and great honor amongst the clan.” He angled a look at Enyd, “Were you hoping for trigok tusks or something?”

“Yes,” Enyd laughed, “I actually was. Since neither Cal nor I are technically from your clan, but if we choose to do this we would be entertaining your clan, I am curious if it could be arranged for the victorious one to have a token in addition to the honor…and right to mate.” Enyd barely whispered the last but Rik’evet heard it nonetheless and laughed.

“If you both agree to this, I can guarantee you won’t walk away empty-handed. And, to assist you both in this, I do have a tonic you can drink that will boost your vitality and ease your aches.” Giving them both a nod, he added, “I’ll go get the tonic and leave you to discuss.”

Enyd watched him leave before glancing over her shoulder at Cal, “What do you say to an encore?”

Re: Day 10 [1326] Chaos in the Clouds of Qo'Nos

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[ Lt. JG Callax Valin | Mekro'vak Region | Qo'noS ] Attn: @Ellen Fitz
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Cal could do naught but freeze in place and blink as a klingon woman tied a tassel on his thigh, lecherously running against his flaccid length with her hands from beneath his own tunic. Her hands were not well moisturized and the Starfleet officer was grateful that a slight brush was all that had occurred, especially considering the desirous look she gave him as she eyed his extremities. Once the woman had withdrawn, he looked to Enyd for any indication of what the hell was happening. To his dismay, she did not.

“He had better explai–” His words were cut short by the arrival of none other than the man himself who handed them glasses of clean water. Perhaps the only civil thing he had received all day. Cal was about to firmly inquire as to what was going on when Rik’evet began to explain. He met Enyd’s eyes with a look that was half-concern and half-curiosity as the klingon elder continued to describe the bl’reS nalqaD ritual. This was a diplomat’s domain, cultural exchange and all, and thus he was glad to let Enyd take the lead on it. It was definitely not because he was still stunned speechless.

“...I am curious if it could be arranged for the victorious one to have a token in addition to the honor…and right to mate.”

The addition caused Cal to perk a brow. His expression did not change, even as Rik’evet let out a boisterous laugh.

“If you both agree to this, I can guarantee you won’t walk away empty-handed. And, to assist you both in this, I do have a tonic you can drink that will boost your vitality and ease your aches.” Rik’evet said, adding, “I’ll go get the tonic and leave you to discuss.”

“What do you say to an encore?”

Cal waited for the elder klingon to walk out of earshot before responding. “I much prefer my climaxes in a more private setting, but I will not have it spread here on Qo’noS that a Valin was unwilling to take up a challenge. That said, give me a moment to think on it.”

Rik’evet arrived a moment later with two cups filled with a thick brown liquid, handing it to the pair of them. Cal took a deep pull from the cup, ignoring the strong stench of rotting herbs that smelled like Ricola mixed with horseradish. His body metabolized the liquid quickly and almost instantly he felt an increase in energy and pain diminish. As foul as it tasted, Cal made a mental note to ask Rik’evet for the recipe before departing the planet. If he departed. At this rate, that was still a question to be answered.

Cal took a step back from the klingon and looked to Enyd. “Well, I have thought on it and–” Without warning, the Ardanan lunged forward to tackle Enyd, his right shoulder aimed squarely at her midriff in a tackle designed to bring her to the ground. The move, if successful, would position his head just to the side of her right thigh, close to where the tassel was tied. It was a dirty move but it was also a dirty ritual. Rik’evet had not said there were rules beyond the necessity to get the tassel with their teeth. To Cal, that meant everything else was permitted and he was not one for losing.

Re: Day 10 [1326] Chaos in the Clouds of Qo'Nos

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[ Lt. Enyd Isolde Madson | Mekro'vak Region | Qo'noS ] ATTN: @Eden

Enyd laughed, waving away his light-hearted concern, “That’s why I asked about a token. I doubt they’ll expect us to…mate by the fire. Most of these rituals give you a tent or something. So if we get a token AND the right, they’ll give us the token, and then we can conveniently adjourn to the ship and let them assume that’s where we will mate.”

Rik’evet returned with what was best described as brown sludge. Figuring it couldn’t be any worse than some of the home remedies her grandmother had given her back in Montana, Enyd tipped the glass up without hesitation and gulped the thick fluid down. This was where her brief foray into the realms of being drunk off her arse and tossing anything alcoholic into her gullet came in handy, her ability to guzzle down even the most questionable liquids without gag reflex or fear. Apparently, what she lacked in muscle mass, she made up for in her iron stomach and tank-like liver.

Almost as soon as the liquid touched her tongue and squirmed its way to her belly, Enyd could feel the effect of its medicinal properties. Just as Rik’evet had promised, her vitality was returning. All the aches and pains were gone and were instead replaced with a vibrating energy. Deeper still there seemed to be an underlying heat coiling in her belly, not exactly arousal, but something akin to it. She made a mental note to ask the sly doctor later if one of the side effects was a momentary spike in libido, which would make sense considering what it was used for.

Enyd laughed uproariously when Cal launched himself for her. Cal’s reaction tracked with what she’d learned about him over the course of their adventure together. His shoulders coming at her midriff, Enyd stunted his attack by bracing her hands on his shoulders, right leg coming back to brace in a solid frame. While she managed to keep his face at bay from her tassel, his momentum still carried them back across the dirt. Taking a cue from her dance background, Enyd conducted a bastardized version of a fouette turn, hoping to shift Cal’s momentum away from her torso, much like a bullfighter side-stepping the attacking bull.

If successful, she intended to follow with a roundoff, landing on his back if she timed it correctly, with her head near his buttocks and her legs wrapping around his torso. This would, hopefully, allow her to get at the tassel from behind. A lot could go wrong with this tactic, namely she could roundoff into the fire, but since he seemed inclined to use his size to his advantage, she’d use her gymnast dancer background to hers.

Re: Day 10 [1326] Chaos in the Clouds of Qo'Nos

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[ Lt. JG Callax Valin | Mekro'vak Region | Qo'noS ] Attn: @Ellen Fitz
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Enyd might have had the quick and flowing movements of a gymnast, but Cal lived amongst the clouds. Despite a solid physique, he could be light on his feet when necessary. He allowed his momentum to be redirected without resistance, his footing almost getting tripped up by an empty wine mug. His empty wine mug. Sparing the slightest regret for the spilled wine, Cal stopped his momentum and steadied himself, legs slightly crouched as he glanced over his shoulder at his attacker.

Not to be outdone apparently, she was attempting what he could only describe as a drunken cartwheel, yet slightly more elegant. Whatever it was called, she was about to do it directly into the roaring fire that the klingons had recently fed with some dried branches. He cursed under his breath and stepped sideways towards the fire so that she would land on his back instead of the flames. It was a sacrifice that would put him in a very difficult situation as his mixed martial arts classes had taught him, but it was a necessary one. The alternative was a Starfleet diplomat burnt to a crisp with barely any clothes to act as a barrier between the scorching fire and her skin. If she wanted to throw herself into a fire that was her prerogative; but, Cal dreaded the paperwork he would be burdened with if she did.

So he sacrificed his back which she landed on in quite the opposite position he was expecting. He had expected legs to wrap around his torso and her to bite at his head or shoulders in an attempt to bring him down to the ground. Instead, it was her legs around his neck and her head around his nads and close to the tassel. That also meant his head was now close to her tassel and he could feel the cloth against his neck. So close...

Cal's weakness would not permit him to carry the woman, especially draped on his back in such a way. He needed a fast solution or his knees would buckle and she would undoubtedly bite the tassel free in his collapse. He swung around, struggling to keep his footing with the full-grown woman hanging from his back. It took him but a second to find the solution.

Cal swung the pair of them towards a nearby table that had until recently been filled with the bounty of the feast. Now it was bare save for a few empty plates. Then, in what could only be described as the dirtiest pseudo-powerbomb in the history of wrestling, he lunged himself backwards so that the pair came down onto the table -- Enyd first -- in a move that would make a Buffalo Bills fan from Earth history proud. The table buckled in two at the center and the pair hit the ground hard.

In the chaos, Cal turned his head and began to bite for the tassel. His teeth found the flesh of Enyd's thighs several times but he was careful not to bite hard or puncture the Starfleet officer's skin. He was getting close, and barring anything tricky up Enyd's figurative sleeve, he was but a bite away from victory now.

Re: Day 10 [1326] Chaos in the Clouds of Qo'Nos

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[ Lt. Enyd Isolde Madson | Mekro'vak Region | Qo'noS ] ATTN: @Eden

Her tongue brushed over the elusive ribbon, victory tantalizingly close…

SMASH!

Just as she managed to loop the first bit of the ribbon between her teeth, Enyd’s world abruptly changed, her whole body mercilessly crushed beneath Cal’s as the pilot launched himself backward, landing on a table Enyd-first. For as wily and determined as the diplomat was, mass versus mass when physics applied itself, it was no wonder her lungs were squeezed empty of air in the abrupt landing. Her arms were pinned, face half buried in the dirt, Cal’s crotch resting heavily on her face. If she so wanted, with a further twist of her head, she could abandon the ribbon and instead nibble on his testicles now that the soft flesh of his balls was resting so intimately against her cheek. Enyd did NOT want.

Through clenched teeth, Enyd let out a subdued cry as the initial shock of the fall abated. Something sharp had stabbed into the lower lefthand quadrant of her torso. Be it cutlery, broken plate, or part of the table itself, they would have to deal with that later. There were other areas on her arms and legs where she felt the painful tickle of where new wounds had been opened, mere human flesh no match for the coarse material of a Klingon table or a Klingon plate.

Enyd tried to push up against Cal’s weight but immediately stopped when the pain in her gut fired, sending a teeth-setting groan through her throat. There was nothing she could do, even with the Klingon “steroid” in her veins. No doubt, the pilot would succeed in getting her ribbon now that he had her legs pinned just as effectively as the rest of her. Enyd inwardly sighed, doing her best to breathe through the pain as she focused on the fact that even during and after the shock of the pilot’s merciless tactic, she hadn’t let go of the ribbon clenched between her teeth. This fact would become apparent when he rolled off, which she hoped would be soon. His momentum would do the work for her, and though he would have scored the victory first, hers would not have been far behind.

Her chest fluttered with a muffled chortle. It wasn’t so different than pleasure in the between the sheets. It was so much easier for a man to reach his climax first than for a woman, and only a truly skilled man knew how to bring a woman to her peak before his own. Maybe later, when she wasn’t bleeding out into the Klingon dirt with Cal’s cock pressing against her ear, she could tease him about this very fact.

Re: Day 10 [1326] Chaos in the Clouds of Qo'Nos

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[ Lt. JG Callax Valin | Mekro'vak Region | Qo'noS ] Attn: @Ellen Fitz
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Cal's impact upon the table was a much more comfortable affair than he reckoned Enyd's was. Did he feel guilty for smashing her into a table laden with sharp objects and other brutal Klingon accoutrement? Perhaps. But he was not to one to back down from a challenge once it was issued. Especially if there was an audience and indeed an audience there was.

His determination to win was not born of any sense of masculine superiority. No, it was purely the sin of pride. Most every culture had some warning in their mythology about the pitfalls of hubris including in Cal's own Ardanan myths. Those philosopher were dead though and Cal was alive. Despite all the aches and pains of the day's events he was alive. Even better than being alive was the fact that he was about to win.

Clenched tightly within his mouth was Enyd's ribbon. Raising a fist to the sky in victory, the cocky pilot rolled his cock (and body) off Enyd and stumbled to his feet not noticing that his ribbon, too, had been claimed. If improvised Klingon ribbon wrestling had VAR, this would be one of those times when it was necessary to determine the true victor given how close the competition was. Perhaps there was something to be said about showmanship, however, as the Klingons drunkenly cheered and jeered at Cal.

Whatever joy from the perceived victory there was was quickly dashed when Cal glanced down at his Starfleet comrade. Lines of crimson liquid from the impact cuts and penetrations formed tiny pools of blood on the table. The pilot winced, abruptly letting the ribbon fall to the floor as he leaned down to offer Enyd assistance in getting up.

"Are you okay?" He asked with a concerned voice that was nearly drowned out by the chorus of voices returning to their merrymaking. "Those cuts look a bit deep. We should return to the shi-"

"A close victory!" Rik'evet's voice proudly proclaimed as the Klingon approached the pair of Starfleet officers. "As promised, a token to the victor for indulging in this clan tradition." From his belt, the Klingon unhooked a rather ornate looking mek'leth and held it out for Cal to take. "This is no clan heirloom or artifact but it is well forged and will keep its blade longer than any pathetic Starfleet imitation. Now mate well else your companion here will be justified in using it against your fragile neck. Har!"

Despite the presence of a beautiful and naked woman standing next to him, mating was the last thing on Cal's mind. Okay... maybe second to last and there weren't many things on his mind to begin with. Either way his attention was mostly fixed on the blade in his hand. After Rik'evet had stepped away he turned to Enyd with a quizzical look. "What was all that about mating?"

Re: Day 10 [1326] Chaos in the Clouds of Qo'Nos

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[ Lt. Enyd Isolde Madson | Mekro'vak Region | Qo'noS ] ATTN: @Eden

Enyd lay sprawled on the uneven ground, her bare skin warmed by the crackling campfire nearby and cooled by the crisp night air. The rugged wilderness of Qo’noS stretched around them, dotted with jagged rocks and gnarled trees. It was a surreal moment, as were many in Enyd's life. Hearling the Klingon warriors a short distance away, sharing bloodwine and raucous tales of battle, occasionally casting approving glances in their direction, the crackling of the fire, the sounds of the alien jungle...

Enyd’s body ached, her ribs sore from the wrestling match, and blood still seeped from more than a few places. Despite the pain, a slow, satisfied grin stretched across her lips. She'd never have guessed this is where the skydiving adventure would've led them but given the primal energy of the moment and the wild encouragement from the Klingon audience, it seemed oddly fitting.

Beside her, Cal lay catching his breath, his bare chest rising and falling in rhythm. Enyd couldn’t help but let her gaze linger for a moment, appreciating his rugged good looks—the strong line of his jaw, the way the firelight danced across his well-toned muscles. She couldn’t deny the thrill that had surged through her when they’d grappled so closely, his hands rough but surprisingly gentle when they weren’t trying to pin her to the ground.

She was up and beside him easily enough, with Rik'evet laughing as he handed Cal a mek'leth. She was chuckling to herself about mating when Cal gave her the quizzical look of confusion. His question from a moment earlier finally registered, and Enyd turned her head, raising an eyebrow with a teasing smile.

“Mating? How sheltered were you living in the clouds, Cal?” With a serious expression, working to hide her sarcasm, Enyd crossed her arms over her chest. “Back on my family’s ranch in Montana, mating usually meant a male and a female of a species got together and... well, made ice cream.”

At Cal's responding look, Enyd couldn’t help but laugh—a warm, breathless sound that made her ribs ache even more.

Enyd rolled her eyes, glancing at Cal with a wicked grin. “You’re going to have to explain to me later just what ‘mating’ means where you’re from.”

Grinning despite herself, Enyd shot Cal a playful look. She found his question endearing—especially after seeing how fiercely he’d fought during their impromptu match. Leaning closer, she whispered, “I think we’ve bruised each other enough for one night.” Hobbling back to the remnants of their belongings, Enyd found her combadge. "Best we say our farewells and head back."

Once they'd made their rounds, Enyd stood with the bit of meat they'd been gifted and tapped her combadge. “Two to beam directly to sickbay, please.”

As the transporter shimmered around them, Enyd couldn’t help but smile at Cal one more time, already anticipating the next time they’d get to “grapple” again—preferably somewhere less rocky and with fewer Klingon onlookers.
 
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