STAR TREK: A Long Road (Voyager Fix It Quest)

SHIP & CREW ROSTER
The Dragon: Once per episode, at the beginning of combat place an Advantage on the field representing a cunning tactic or strategy devised by Danara Pel.

NAME
USS Voyager
PROF.
MULTIROLE
CLASS
Sovereign Class Heavy Exploration Vessel
CONST
2371
SHIELDS
13/13​
RESISTANCE
6​
SCALE
6​
POWER
13/13​
CREW SUPPORT
6​
SMALL CRAFT
5​
COMMS
ENGINES
STRUCTURE
COMPUTERS
SENSORS
WEAPONS
BREACHES
0/6
0/6
0/6
0/6
0/6
0/6
9​
11​
10​
11​
9​
10​
COMMAND
3​
12​
14​
13​
14​
12​
13​
CONNING
2​
12​
14​
13​
14​
12​
13​
ENGINEERING
2​
11​
13​
12​
13​
11​
12​
SECURITY
3​
13​
15​
14​
16​
13​
14​
SCIENCE
2​
11​
13​
12​
13​
11​
12​
MEDICINE
2​
11​
13​
12​
13​
11​
12​
TALENTS
Command Ship: Can give advantages using Command within range to Away Missions or to supporting ships.

EMH: Has an EMH!

Improved Warp Drive: When going to warp, roll 1cd on an effect, regain the power point.

Quantum Torpedoes: Can use Quantum Torpedoes! (60 total)

Secondary Reactors: +5 to Power

High Resolution Sensors: +1 momentum to out of combat sensor checks.
TRAITS
Federation Starship – A highly sophisticated and advanced vessel, with holodecks, replicators, and similar comforts, primarily designed to handle multiple operations. Highly sensitive and requiring constant maintenance, the vehicle is less rugged than other interstellar craft

Maquis Crew - a good chunk of the crew are former Maquis troublemakers. Expect discipline problems and unorthodox plans.
WEAPONS
Phaser Arrays
Power Cost: 1-3 | Range: Medium | Damage: 9cd [+1 per extra power spent]
Can Use Spread: Hit +1 time at ½ damage per effect OR Area: hit +1 ship per effect within close range.
Versatile 2: Gain 2 bonus momentum with a successful hit

Photon Torpedoes
Power Cost: 0 | Range: Long | Damage: 6cd
High Yield: If it causes 1 breach, it causes +1 breach

Quantum Torpedoes
Power Cost: 0 | Range: Long | Damage: 7cd (Vicious 1 - +1 damage on effects)
High Yield: If it causes 1 breach, it causes +1 breach
Calibrations: Requires 1 minor action to calibrate

Tractor Beam (Strength 5)
Power Cost: 0 | Range: Close | Damage: None
Effect: If successfully established, enemies face a diff 5 check to escape.

CREW COMPLIMENT (Base Stat: 9 | Base Skill: 2)
CO: Captain Katheryn Janeway (Skilled: Command, Science | Weakness: Combat)
SPECIAL ABILITY: "We Can Be Better" - if you succeed on any diplomatic check with Janeway, Get +1 momentum​
XO: Commander D-91 (Skilled: Command | Weakness: Socialization)
HELM: Lt. Tom Paris (Skilled: Conn | Weakness: Not Being A Fucking Up)
TACTICAL: Ensign Harry Kimm (Skilled: Gunnery | Weakness: Harry Kim)
SECURITY: Lt. JG Amy Strong (Skilled: Personal Combat | Weakness: Lying)
MAQUIS HEADBREAKER: C'nola (Skilled: Combat, Sneaking and Scheming | Weakness: Emotional Wreck)​
SCIENCE: Tuvok (Skilled: Science | Weakness: Emotionless)
COMMS: Lt. Bian T'are (Skilled: Communications | Weakness: Combat)
MEDICAL: The EMH (Skilled: Doctor | Weakness: Kind of a Dick)
ENGINEER: B'lanna Torres (Skilled: Engineering | Weakness: Also a dick)

SECONDARY CHARACTERS
Ensign Steve (Useless Security Goon)
Ensign Becky (plural fighter jock)
Petty Officer Third Class Jessie (Hard working engineer)
Crewman Billingsly (Dude, Billingsly!)
Crewman Chandra (Concerned Crewman)
Bifurcate (bidimensional robot girlfriend of Harry Kim)
Princess Lyan Positron (runaway daughter of magician most foul and girlfriend of Harry Kim)
Soria Flyte (Pegasus girl and girlfriend of Harry Kim)
Mirror Universe Trevor (he's fine!)
NAME
MRSS Val Jean
PROF.
TACOPS
CLASS
Keldon Class Heavy Cruiser
CONST
2370
SHIELDS
12/12​
RESISTANCE
5​
SCALE
4​
POWER
7/7​
CREW SUPPORT
4​
SMALL CRAFT
3​
COMMS
ENGINES
STRUCTURE
COMPUTERS
SENSORS
WEAPONS
BREACHES
0/4
0/4
0/4
0/4
0/4
0/4
9​
9​
9​
8​
7​
10​
COMMAND
3​
12​
12​
12​
11​
10​
13​
CONNING
2​
11​
11​
11​
10​
9​
12​
ENGINEERING
2​
11​
11​
11​
10​
9​
12​
SECURITY
3​
12​
12​
12​
11​
10​
13​
SCIENCE
1​
10​
10​
10​
9​
8​
11​
MEDICINE
2​
11​
11​
11​
10​
9​
12​
TALENTS
Electronic Warfare Suite: Whenever making a Jamming or Intercept communications check, can spend 2 momentum to select +1 target (repeatable.)

Fast Targeting Systems: No +1 diff for called shots

Improved Hull Integrity: +1 Resistance

Cloaking Device: Spend 3 power, and make a Control+Engineering + Engines + Security check with a diff of 2. If successful, gain the Cloaked Trait (impossible to detect, cannot attack, shields are down.) It takes a minor action to decloak.
TRAITS
Cardassian Ship – Durable, uncomfortable, close, cramped and cheap. Thinks creature comforts are for other people and technical sophistication is for people who haven't spent decades starving to death. The fact that the starving could have been avoided if the government were less...you know, monstrous doesn't seem to have occurred to that many of them.

Okampan Crew – the crew are bright, perky, cheerful, and incredibly psychically powerful. Individually, they're all better than Vulcans, and as a gestalt? Who knows!
WEAPONS
Phaser Arrays
Power Cost: 1-3 | Range: Medium | Damage: 7-9cd (Spread: Hit +1 time at ½ damage per effect OR Area)
Versatile 2: Gain X bonus momentum with a successful hit

Disruptor Banks
Range: Medium | Damage: 8-10cd (Vicious 1: Each effect adds +1 damage)

Tractor Beam (Strength 3)

CREW COMPLIMENT (Base Stat: 8 | Base Skill: 1)
CO: Lt. Commander Brian Wacoche (Skilled: Commando Tactics | Weakness: Independent)
TACTICAL: Seska (Skilled: Being Seska | Weakness: Everything Else)
CONN: R'lash skilled: Piloting | Weakness: Romulan Fuckup)
ESPIONAGE: Kes (Skilled: Commando Tactics | Weakness: Naive)

Crewman Stadi - Age 23, Betazoid, born Beta Colony-5 to Zani and Talwyn of the House of Riis, survived by her sisters Tari and Batri.
R'mor - age 182, Vulcan, burn on Romulus to R'tan and Leslali, survived by his twelve nieces and nephews across the Empire
 
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[x] Who in the room touched Tom's phaser?

Let's exclude the obvious plot. I'm not trying to get double answers; if there's data from outside the room, by all means include it; but if I can only get limited answers, I'd like answers from people that were present in the room around the time of the murder.

Something like ... Tom comes across Dr. Ren dead, phaser in his hands; he doesn't assume suicide but thinks they're under attack, picks it up for self-defense, then thinks twice and tries to evac.
 
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Scheduled vote count started by DragonCobolt on Jun 17, 2022 at 11:30 PM, finished with 23 posts and 9 votes.
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    [x] Who was present in the room in the last 24 hours?
    [x] What trajectory did any and all high energy discharges during the time frame in question take?
    [x] Was it definitely a Starfleet phaser that killed Dr. Ren?
    [x] How many people were present in the room/balcony at 1924?
    [X] Has any furniture been moved in the past day?
    [x] Have any parts of the room been cleaned?
    [x] Has the phaser in Paris' buffer been handled by anyone else?
    [X] Plan Get To Da Phasah.
    -[X] Question 1: What trajectory did any and all high energy discharges during the time frame in question take?
    -[X] Question 2: Where was Tom Paris standing at the attempted beam out?
    -[X] Question 3: By syncing Voyager's chronometer to local time keeping and cross referencing logs, exactly when did the failed beam out occur?
    [X] Is there any evidence to suggest that there may have been anyone in the area close enough to witness the crime?
    [X] Risk beaming down a partner - the Technocracy may be less than pleased with you, but having someone to watch your back is a good idea.
    -[x] Kes, of course. Psychically talented, a trained agent with an eye for detail work, Kes is the most logical choice for a partner and not at all because she reminds you of family.
    [x] Who in the room touched Tom's phaser?


Hey, it worked!
 
Yesterday I went back to re-read the completed "Eye of the Needle" and found myself enjoying the earlier bits more as they became re-contextualized by the later updates. I ended up writing all this while fueled by caffeine but I figured I should wait until a post vote lull so as not to derail any ongoing discussions before dropping this on the thread since it goes on for a bit.

Commander R'mor scratched at his jaw as he ducked under the second, third, and fourth bulkhead of his aging K'keridex class bird-of-prey and came onto the bridge while carrying a warm cup of sa. It struck him as deeply, deeply entertaining that Terrans endlessly tired to smuggle ale across the Neutral Zone and not sa. Ale! Green ditchwater drunk by upper class twits with more money than sense, and the Terrans would pay...

R'mor's commentary on Romulan Ale is interesting in retrospect with the reveal that he was once a senator and one with a reputation for being a drunkard at that. It turns his later derisive description of the effects of Romulan Ale from that of a non-drinker looking down on alcohol to a former drinker deriding his past self.

"Barter?" R'mor huffed, then sipped his sa. It burned deliciously on the way going down. And it had an energizing effect, unlike ale, which dulled the senses and rendered muscles flaccid and unresponsive.

That he calls those people that drink Ale upper class twits also points to him disliking his former self and suggests how disillusioned he is with the leadership of the Romulan Star Empire. It adds an interesting dimensions to R'lash's choice when asked what she would like to drink by Janeway. Was it because her mother smuggled Romulan Ale to the Federation and wanted to see if Voyager partook in the spoils of such smuggling? Or perhaps was it because it reminded her of her dead friend?

On a different note it's interesting that R'mor and R'lash referred to Humans as Terrans. In Star Trek that term is usually reserved for Mirror Universe humans. It could be that R'mor and R'lash are from that universe but that doesn't gel with the fact that they made mention of the Federation and how it doesn't use money neither of which would be true for them if they came from the Mirror Universe. One possibility is that the Star Empire had their own Mirror Universe shenanigans prior to meeting Humans from their own universe and the term ended up sticking.

Also if Mudd is R'lash's mom's contact that could well mean the man is working for Starfleet intelligence now which would be wild. In addition it paints her escape from prison alongside the twin Remans in a much different light. The woman might be in actuality be a rebel.

"Anyway, as I was saying," R'lash said, turning to her console on the bridge, frowning as she reached over and slammed her palm into it - the static that filled the screen fuzzed into line. "She used to smuggle ale and her contact on the Federation side was this character she would not shut up about. His name was...Dirt or something." She shook her head. "Anyway, he would only trade in barter."

"Barter?" R'mor huffed, then sipped his sa. It burned deliciously on the way going down. And it had an energizing effect, unlike ale, which dulled the senses and rendered muscles flaccid and unresponsive.

"Yeah, barter. He kept claiming they didn't use money anymore," R'lash said.

"That's absurd, how would they buy anything?" R'mor asked. "How'd they know who owned what?"

So this is a bit interesting about what it says about how familiar Romulans are with Federation society. While R'mor was a disgraced senator which could mean that his unfamiliarity with Federation society is reflective of his unprofessional behavior, it could also be representative of how little Romulans really do know about the Federation, even those in positions of power. This would make sense give how little the Romulans and Federation peacefully interacted with one another at this point in time.

According to the TNG episode "The Neutral Zone" the Federation had had no contact with the Romulans since the Tomed Incident in 2311. It wouldn't be until 2364 when investigating the destruction of outposts, which would later be revealed to be the work of the Borg, that the Enterprise would break that length silence and come face to face with a D'deridex-class warbird. Since "Eye of the Needle" is supposed to take place in 2371 and Janeway guesses that the Romulans will first encounter the Borg in the next 2 to 3 years, R'mor and R'lash's present is likely 2361.

Fifty years of no contact and mutual suspicion would explain how Federation society would come to be so unfamiliar to the Romulans and vice versa. During that time the Federation also went from a more traditional polity that while internally money-less still regularly used currency when dealing with non-Federation entities to the all encompassing post-scarcity civilization it became in the TNG years. It would only make sense that the Federation's economic system would look ludicrous to outsiders and furthers how the Federation relationship with the Romulans parallels that of the US and USSR during the Cold War.

"Mr. Kim, do I need to remind you about fleet policy about Orions?" Janeway asked, her voice somewhere between serious and slightly playful.

"I know, don't play if you can't play," Harry said, wincing. "I'll make sure to...pace myself better next time. Captain. Now!" He brought up the astrometric hologram that he had been working on. "Yesterday, I picked this up on the tachyon scans - I've been studying it as we approached and...I found something interesting."

This might come off as a weird thing to point out but I really like how sex is treated as just a natural thing in this quest. It isn't treated as a thing to be focused on either by so hurriedly shoving it out of sight that it cannot help but garner attention or overexposing it in an attempt to make it 'normal' thereby making it anything but.

It feels very comfortable and I appreciate it.

Harry slowly reached over, touched a button. "Captain," he said, his voice stiff. "The wormhole appears to be communicating...ten years into our past."

Fun little tidbit that is kinda but not really relevant to the current episode, but ten years is how long Lidell and Tolen were married in the original "Ex Post Facto."

"You really want that promotion, huh?" R'lash asked.

"No, it...it's just important," R'mor said, seriously, his ears twitching up slightly. His voice grew grave. "There are two million people on Colony-9. If this ship, if this warship, manages to get through this wormhole, they could glass it in five seconds. Then they'd have free reign to hit every single logistic base we have in this part of the sector. Then what happens?"

Going back to the early parts of "Eye of the Needle" after having read the latter portions you start to notice a theme about captains and how similar they can be despite their differences. Janeway and R'mor despite belonging to nations that mutually distrust one another and having very different initial reactions to situations ultimately have a lot of similarities. Both are happy with their respective posts despite how far from ideal they are. The risks that they take and the sacrifices that they make are for the sake of others.

Kohk isn't like the other two captains. He takes risks but only in service to himself. Unlike the others he isn't there to protect innocents or even his crew, but to pillage. When his crew fails Kohk's first actions isn't to check on the status of those injured but to order the death of the one responsible. The Breen isn't happy with his position and wants more regardless of what it costs others. Even his ship, pumped full of liquid, is an alien environment unlike the interior of Voyager or Eloise.

It makes sense. For as different as they are the fundamental motivations that drive both Janeway and R'mor are the same. They have a duty to protect their crew and the innocents under their care. It is only ignorance that keeps the crews of the two ships from initially knowing how close they are to the other.

Consider R'mor's internal monologue about Sa. He thinks of Humans as funny because they put so effort into smuggling Romulan Ale rather than Sa, unknowing of the fact that members of Starfleet do in fact partake in the drink, with the drink's toxicity to humans being the main reason why it is rarely consumed. Nor does he know that Janeway is a damn coffee hound. It is only as they sit and talk that the 'Terrans' cease to be duplicitous psychopaths labeling battleships as exploratory vessels but people like them.

It is reminiscent of TOS's approach to the USSR. It was an enemy yes but also a nation with its own grand achievements to its name, one that eventually shifted from a dreaded enemy into a friend because in the end everyone discovered that the similarities they shared mattered more than the differences.

C'nola began to laugh hysterically and no one else knew why.

I'm betting C'nola made like a cat and did timey wimey shenanigans.

"And you people wonder why we Romulans keep our boarders contained," R'mor said, chuckling. "Still, ten years in the future. I don't suppose you know anything about my fate?" His voice was wry, playful. "Maybe Praetor? Oh, how about Emperor?"

Damn, this kinda hurts to read.

"That's...just like Core Standard News..." he said, quietly. "They run...an entire damned puff piece on a...two century old fart who never amounted to anything until he dies, and then leave out my fifty year old comrade." His hand caressed the brief, gently. "Didn't even mention her name, beyond 'his crew' in the 'perished with' sentence.'"

It really says a lot about the man that his first comments are about his crew.

"As...am I. I would...take dying alone, unloved, unremarked in space to save the life of a single Romulan. To save two million, I would die a thousand deaths."

Now there's a man able to put the Vorlons to shame.

R'mor sighed. "It's a long and tedious story," he said, sitting back down on his chair. "Maybe I'll tell it to you. One day." He smiled. "I can put a good word in for you with the Counter of the Slain. I'll say 'Please, keep an eye out for Katheryn Janeway. She's Terran, but I'm sure she can learn the nine hundred and ninety nine names with enough time and patience. You will have to forgive the ears."

Janeway chuckled. "Thank you," she said. "I'll be sure to ask Saint Peter to keep a slot open for you."

"Bah!" R'mor flipped his hand. "I'll take a Terran punishment life over Romulan hell any day of week."

"We do have quite a lot of lakes of fire and being peeled alive - at least, that's what my family preacher liked to go on about," Janeway said, shrugging one shoulder.

"Oh," R'mor blinked. "How dreadful. Nevermind, I will take service to the Layer of Stones."

Janeway and he both laughed, grimly. Janeway hesitated, then...

Irish Catholic Janeway is as big a hoot as Kate Mulgrew. R'mor's pretty fun too.

Danara, who had never in her life been looked at like that before, sat up and stammered. "I, uh...that...uh...uh...computer, what do I say?"

The waves, wind, steel drum and beautiful man all froze. "This program," the female voice of the ship's computer rang out. "Is a freeform holodeck program with parameters designed by...Tom Paris."

"I know that!" Danara said, her cheeks heating. "He gave it to me - I mean, what do I say to...query, what is this character's name?"
She loved it.

Even if it left her feeling confused most of the time.

"...query..." Danara said, blushing. "Social customs relating to sex on the holodeck?"

"Answer: Federation standard custom equates sex and sexuality on the holodeck as similar to self pleasure and masturbation."

"Oh," Danara said, then sighed. "So, women don't do it?"

"Incorrect."

"Oh!" Danara said.

You know after the orgy shenanigans and Harry got laid I thought Kes was going to be this quest's Ensign Kim, however it would seem that I was incorrect. It would appear the role of sexually dazed and confused and romantically flustered crewmember is going to go to Danara. At the very least I would say she is at least at Geordi levels of fumbling. She has fulfilled the first requirement of falling in love with an intelligent hologram.

"Computer, end program," Danara said, standing as the holograms fuzzed away and she was once more standing in an orange-black box of even gridlines that seemed to stretch out infinitely in all directions. Technically, they did - the holodeck involved using an inverted warp field to expand space/time in a contained space to allow for the spaces needed. It was...just...one of the more absurd pieces of technology the humans had invented.

Okay that's a pretty neat way of dealing with the size issues of the holodeck and handily explains how Starfleet can afford to equip most of their ships with holodecks despite space being a premium resource for starships. Then again Starfleet ships dedicated loads of interior space solely for use by Cetaceans and if some Trek artists are to be believed harbor arboretums large enough for fully grown trees.

Janeway sighed. "She lured them into a predetermined area of space with a fleet containing the most advanced ships in her command. They then engaged the Borg in a slugging match, shifting their weapon frequencies to higher and higher rate of energetic particles. The Borg shields adapted to focus less and less on particulate reflection. Once the fleet was down to the last ship, she ordered the flanking forces in - twenty three hastily fabricated mass accelerators with a warp nacelle strapped to them, kept floating dead in space about a light hour away from the battle. The Borg shields were so adapted to the energy emissions that the railgun slugs did some serious damage."

Oh wow, Danara used the Tommy Gun trick from First Contact only ship-scale. While we wouldn't be able to repeat such an attrition heavy tactic ourselves it is good to know that there is a downside to the Borg's adaptive defenses that Voyager could potentially exploit. The Borg being able to adapt to the point of invulnerability causes too many problems.

I suppose that means we're going to see security teams packing Garands as backup rifles when dealing with Borg boarders. The USS Voyager, the one and only Starfleet vessel to actually issue M1s. The reaction from Starfleet HQ alone would be worth going through with that decision.

"Centicredit for your thoughts?"

On first pass I thought that was a Delta Quadrant currency. It took me far longer than it should have to realize Neelix was meant a hundredth of a credit, or in other words a penny.

In any case I'm loving Neelix here. He is being everything canon Neelix should have and acting as Voyager's Guinan. Nosy but not to the point of being obtrusive or abrasive and a fella that doesn't just offer mindless suggestions but listens. His scene serves a purpose story wise too being where the dilemma is described and suggestions viewers, or in this case readers, might reasonably offer are countered.

"Far from it," Neelix said, walking around the bar. He took a seat next to R'mor. "I've...gone into battle a few times - and sometimes, I was damn sure I was going to die. But...every time, I remembered why I was fighting and it always seemed like it was going to be worth it, in the end."

R'mor sighed. "That's what I'm doing now. Two million people." He sighed. "It'd be easier if it was just R'lash, you know."

Neelix nodded, quietly, in mutual understanding.

Two million people were a number.

R'lash was a friend.

How true that ended up being.

"What the flying fuck is a fucking spoonie doing here!?" R'lash exclaimed, thrusting her finger at Seska, who was scowling down at the map of forest and trees and ruined buildings. She lifted her head, opening her mouth in shock.

"The universal translator has THAT in it?" she asked.

"I...am guessing it's more insulting in the Romulan. Or Cardassian," Tom Paris said. "Come on, R'lash. Apologize."

Yikes. That puts Chief O'Brien saying spoonhead into a different light.

"At least the infantry never have to worry about their own tools killing them. Do you know how dangerous these ships are?" Neelix poked at R'mor's sleeve. "What's that! A dosimeter patch!"
His ship shuddered as dozens of small, fast torpedoes - packed with crude fission warheads rather than the standard antimatter charge of most empires - shot forward. They made up for in power with speed...and with numbers. Dozens of brilliant pinprick flares exploded along the Romulan starbase - and it came to pieces with a strobing pulse of white energy.
The inertial dampener cut off.

Inertia, once more, held sway on the Eloise.

R'lash twisted the yoke.

The Eloise swung around - while still continuing on the same trajectory. She was jerked forward against her restraint. Her vision turned green as blood rushed into her head. But the end result was the keel mounted torpedo tubes were aimed, precisely, at the curved, flat edge of the Breen ship's flank.

It only hit me on the second read through that between the radiation patch, the nukes, the Eloise being an old girl past her prime, R'mor being a Commander close to his subordinates, and R'lash channeling the spirit of Starbuck that this fight ended up pretty reminiscent of Ron Moore's take on Voyager. The only thing missing is corded phones and papers with the corners lopped off.

"What?" he asked, his voice coming over her console. "You never seen a close hit from a disruptor before? Are we cloaked?"

"Yeah...they're launching neutron buoys," R'lash said. She paused, looking at her sleeve dosimeter. It was yellow - one step below red, which meant immediate medical attention required, and two steps below black, which was...like...write your will in a hurry. Okay. She could deal with some anti-rad meds. She nodded to herself. "I'm going to be putting us near the first of the Breen ships - their power signatures will fuck up their buoys."

"Really?" R'mor asked, his voice tight. "Clever idea."

"Yeah, that Dragon lady had the idea," R'lash said. "But actually that's a lie, I had it, no one else."

R'mor chuckled.

And while R'lash was distracted, he casually ripped the midnight black dosimeter patch off his sleeve and tucked it into his pocket before she could notice it.

The Breen ship was going dark and already in a decaying orbit. As they settled in next to it, the two still active Breen ships began to do a search pattern, while the burning one detonated in the background, flaring and breaking apart into tiny chunks. R'mor settled down in his seat, then asked: "This ship's not going to hit anywhere habited, right?"

"Nope," R'lash said.

"Good."

The two surviving Breen ships began to fire pulses from their dorsal turrets. Space flared. The detonations were comfortably distant from them - after all, who'd risk firing near their own ship, even if the ship was doomed.

"So, how was Tom Paris?" R'mor asked, chuckling. "He treated you like a gentleman, right?"

"Whaaat?" R'lash asked, snapping her head to look around at him. R'mor grinned at her, impish. "Fuck you old man! He...we...played...boardgames." She shook her head. "How was that...Nelox guy. Neelix. Whatever."

"Remarkably good in bed," R'mor said, dryly.

"Oh oh oh!" R'lash said. "...hold on."

The two Breen ships were approaching their area of space. They started to fire that bracketing grid pattern again, systemically sweeping - careless if they hit their own buddy now. R'lash stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth, targeting, while R'mor murmured. "One Vulcan, two Vulcan, bad Vulcan..." He thumbed in the power routing and R'lash targeted. "Dead Vulcan."

The cloaking field dropped and their forward disruptor hit the belly of the left Breen ship, punching through the shield, the armor, and the other end of the armor. The ship heeled, pouring plasma-exhaust into space and glittering nitrogen from their boiling off aquatic chambers. R'mor shouted: "PUNCH IT!"

...and now that I've said it I can't help but hear Olmos and Sackhoff here.

By the way R'mor asking whether the destroyed Breen ship is going to crash anywhere inhabited is a great little detail. I love those. They're the things that really sell stories.

The blazing Romulan ship filled the screen.

Thran Kokh realized, then...that he was never going to be a Thot.

He was, in fact, never going to be anything at all. He thought about all the final words he might say, to comfort his crew. But nothing came to mind.

Yet another difference between the self serving Kohk and R'mor. The former when faced with the inevitability of his own death is left rudderless and why not.

For one that values their life paramount over all other things, how can their mind act for the sake of others when it comes to the stunned realization that that life is about to end?

For R'mor, a man for whom the lives of others are so precious, the inevitability of death does nothing but provide clarity. Spending his last moments to save a world and his subordinate nary require a thought.

"You're a good kid, R'lash. You don't deserve to die with...an old failed senator who...never amounted much to anything," R'mor said, his voice ragged. his teeth felt loose. He coughed again. "Tell...Tell Janeway..." He panted. Getting enough air was hard. So hard. "Tell Janeway...sometimes..." He chuckled. That act of laughter...took...almost everything out of him. He closed his eyes, hanging his head forward. "Tell her...whatever." He thumbed a button.

...ah fuck. Reading this makes R'mor and Janeway's chemistry when they were joking about afterlives feel similar to Adama and Roslin's in retrospect.

Fucknuts, I thought I had come to terms with us losing the old man!

Hold on a fraking minute. If R'mor is Romulan Adama–

R'mor snorted. "Bah, you want to hear about radiation? Let me tell YOU about radiation." He leaned forward. "It was during shore leave, and some fejakta idiot had left down the warning signs for a baryon sweep going on in one of the biolabs. And me and my idiot friend, T'lom, were breaking in."

"Why?"

"We were ensigns. What do you think we were doing, breaking into a biolab. We were trying to get drunk after the bars kicked us out. Now, the sweep..." He knocked back another hit of whisky.

–doesn't that make T'lom Romulan Tigh?!

"Sometimes, you don't," he whispered.

"Sometimes you have to the roll hard six."

"...the Eloise is gone," Harry said from his post in the transporter room, while Janeway and several nurses waited, medical equipment at the ready for emergency medical response. "I'm picking up one of the life signs on the beacon - but...hell, the repeaters are failing."

I am going on about the little details again but I really do love us getting to 'see' stuff like the medical team standing by in the transporter room.

"The energy it'd take to bring them in...Captain..." Harry paused. "It'll close the wormhole."

Janeway frowned.

"If...we leave it open...there are other Romulan ships..." Harry said.

Janeway closed her eyes. "...do it," she said, softly. She couldn't...

She couldn't let them just die out there.

Like with R'mor, it was never a choice.

"The only consolation I have is that he, at least, is dead," Tomalak said, putting his hands down on the table, frowning. "Any idea on why the...Eloise..." His nose wrinkled at the bizarre name R'mor had given his ship. "...spent three hours floating between solar systems?"

G'Kar Tomalak fancy seeing you here.

Interesting to see that he also considers the Eloise an odd name. I wonder if that name is a reference to why R'mor went from a senator to the captain of a Bird-of-Prey.

Tomolak frowned. "I think I'll look into this," he said, standing up. "We can spare some scout ships to examine what's going on."

"Yes, sir," Halaka said.

Tomalak strode past his subcommander and towards the bridge, waggling his finger at him.

"I don't care if I have to turn over every atom from here to Galorndon Core, I'll figure out what that bastard was up too."

All the way to Galorndon Core? That can't be a coincidence.

She was furious because it was better than being sad.

And guilty.

How very... human.

R'mor nodded. "Lets make history then."
"Time to settle history," R'mor says.

What a bittersweet bit of repetition.

The Doctor, practically buzzing with agitation, hovered nearby with the hypospray needed to counteract the psychoactive effects Romulan Ale had on the human nervous system as Janeway and R'lash drank the bottle down to the dregs.

Romulan Ale being a control substance makes way more sense if its because the stuff is toxic to a founding member species of the Federation rather than it being some nebulous protest of the Romulan state when replicators exist allowing people to get Romulan Ale without providing monetary support to the Romulan Star Empire.

By the way isn't Romulan Ale supposed to be blue not green?
 
EX POST FACTO (1.1)
Tuvok frowned as he walked forward, through the gray mist.

He hadn't just...left the room as it was. The past hour of time had been spent picking it over with his tricorder, while the detective made snide comments about offworld tech. The technocracy seemed pretty full of themselves - Tuvok's brow furrowed, and he wondered if the Federation seemed that way to people outside it.

The first thing he had checked, obviously, had been who had been in the room over the past twenty four hours. By cross referencing in the mansions security systems, there had been Dr. Ren, his wife, his coworker Dr. Kray, three of the mansions waiter automatons, and then, of course, Mr. Paris. Dr. Kray had been there early in the morning, before Dr. Ren - from the scan, he had come in, stood by the balcony, then moved to the desk and then left the chamber.

Yeah, Dr. Kray was there earlier, we interviewed him, Detective Bray had said. He came there to drop off a prototype wormhole analysis program - but he arrived when Dr. Ren was out. He left, then spent the rest of the day in the lab working on observations.

Tuvok considered that has he came to the corner, his hands in his pockets.

The hard thing was the trajectory. There was some clues from the blood scatter. His memory played back the grainy white flare of ultraviolet illuminated Baneran blood on the wall...the issue was that at the energy output that a phaser or disruptor sent into a target made it hard to tell precise trajectories. If it had been something relatively low energy, like a gunshot, then there would be plenty of tissue left to examine.

Dr. Ren, though, had lost a good chunk of his shoulder, arm, and ribcage.

Still...based on his position and stance, the scattering...

Tuvok's memory painted an exact image of the room. He mentally stood where Tom had been, and aimed a mental phaser. The scatter matched. But then he stepped to the side and fired there. That would work as well - but his mental map of the room jarred. He remembered there was a dresser where he was 'standing.' He kept shuffling his viewpoint...and...

Interesting.

"It could have been through the balcony," he said, quietly, as he looked back at the mansion through the gathering rain.

"What could have?"

Tuvok turned to see that, from the shadows and the mist, had stepped a brown coated figure, her hair covered with a rumpled hat...

It was Kes, the Okampan lounge singer cum commando that they had picked up months before. She smiled, playfully, at Tuvok and Tuvok repressed a sigh. "Miss Kes, what are you doing down here?"

"Janeway thought you could use a partner. And no one solves crimes better than a clear," Kes said, tapping her temple. "Besides...if this is...an emergency, then you'll want someone to watch your back, right?"

Tuvok cocked his head. "Logical."

"So, what was that about a balcony?" Kes asked.

Tuvok pointed back. "Dr. Ren was shot in that room." His finger traced a line. "The impact could be from a phaser shot to the right shoulder - either fired by Tom Paris...or...from through the balcony." His finger ended at a hill. He lowered it, frowning. "Do you see that?"

"Police markers," Kes said. "They searched the hill."

"The local authorities are either concealing what they found there, or there is nothing to be found," Tuvok said, quietly. "Detective Bray said they had investigated alternative shooters and found no evidence."

"Do you believe them?" Kes asked.

"I believe no one, Miss Kes," Tuvok said. "Everyone is deceived in these cases - sometimes by their own point of view, if nothing else. And so, we must rely only upon what we can learn from logical deduction and our own investigations." He turned to look at her. "We must accept whatever the truth leads us too."

"You don't...think Tom Paris actually shot that guy?" Kes asked, sounding faintly horrified.

"I do not think anything at this time," Tuvok said. "Beyond what it is that we know."

"...was it a starfleet phaser that killed him?" Kes asked.

Tuvok nodded. "That will be something we must determine."

***
"You want to see the Kanki stiff?"

The mortician was tired, old, and had grayish plumage and a belly that strained his creased uniform. The morgue itself was sleek and stainless steel, the tinkling sound of rain hitting the roof filling what sound the air chillers didn't. The front desk curved around, and the stasis units in the back hummed and glowed a faint blue.

"We are here to see Dr. Ren's body," Tuvok said.

"Wait, Kanki?" Kes asked. "What's a Kanki?"

"The stiff you're here to see is a Kanki," the mortician said, shrugging. "Sure, you can take a look at it."

"Do we need authorization?" Tuvok asked.

The mortician shrugged.

"Is Kanki...is Kanki an ethnic slur?" Kes asked, sounding faintly disbeliving.

"Is Kanki an ethnic slur," the mortician repeated right back at her, in the most mocking tone he could. He gnashed his beak. "Are you offworlder's so stupid that you don't know what a Kanki is? They're clawed barely civilized savages that have been guttering up our roots for the past century and a half, and this trumped up doctor was the worst of the lot."

Tuvok placed his hand on Kes' shoulder - the smaller woman looked ready to leap across the counter and attack the man with her bare hands.

"We shall examine the body," he said.

The mortician left them to their own devices, going back to reading his hand terminal, while Kes seethed. "Bigoted little..."

"We do not know the full context, biology or history behind his comments," Tuvok said. "Take them as data. Use it as a means to understand it."

"You're okay with that?"

"I understand it," Tuvok said, closing his tricorder. "I do not condone it."

Kes shook her head, looking down at the withered body, the gory wound having turned into something antiseptic and normal thanks to time and stasis exposure. Her nose wrinkled. "Ugh...poor guy..." she said, softly. "So...was it a starfleet phaser?"

"It was a phaser," Tuvok said. "But there is not enough evidence to point to it being one produced by Starfleet."

Kes frowned. "Still, that's...bad...most people don't make hand phasers."

"Indeed," Tuvok said, quietly. "They don't."

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CURRENT CLUES: "Dr. Ren was killed at 1924 hours by a phaser to the shoulder", "Tom Paris was speaking with him at 1921-1924 hours", "Tom Paris and Lindel Ren were in an affair", "People talked about the affair - but Ren approved of it", "Tom Paris had a partially drained phaser", "Tom Paris attempted to beam out after Dr. Ren died", "Dr. Ren was shot either by Tom or by someone through the balcony", "the room where Dr. Ren was murdered had been visited by the maid robots, Dr. Ren's wife, Dr. Kray, Tom Paris, and Dr. Ren", "Dr. Ren was shot by a phaser", "Dr. Ren is a V'thrakan - and from context, it seems the V'thrakan are a racialized ethnic group"
CURRENT TRUTHS: "It is a dark and rainy night..."
CURRENT MOMENTUM: 0

What to next? TWELVE HOURS REMAIN
[ ] Interview Dr. Ren's wife (30 minuets)
[ ] Interview Tom Paris - see what his side of the story is (30 minuets)
[ ] Try to get your hand on Tom's phaser to examine it (30 minuets)
[ ] Investigate the hillside (1 hour)
[ ] Talk to Dr. Kray (30 minuets)
[ ] Write In
 
[X] Investigate the hillside (1 hour)
[X] Interview Tom Paris - see what his side of the story is (30 minuets)
is (30 minuets)
[X] Try to get your hand on Tom's phaser to examine it (30 minuets)
 
[X] Investigate the hillside (1 hour)
[X] Interview Tom Paris - see what his side of the story is (30 minuets)
is (30 minuets)
[X] Try to get your hand on Tom's phaser to examine it (30 minuets)
 
[X] Investigate the hillside (1 hour)

The longer we wait the greater the chance that whatever evidence exists at a potential crime scene may degrade and disappear.
 
[X] Investigate the hillside (1 hour)
[X] Interview Tom Paris - see what his side of the story is (30 minuets)
is (30 minuets)
[X] Try to get your hand on Tom's phaser to examine it (30 minuets)
 
Firstly, AUHHHHHHHHHinbjudkmas,l;dsabhdasczxcknm l,d;sajdkm

Secondly!

On a different note it's interesting that R'mor and R'lash referred to Humans as Terrans. In Star Trek that term is usually reserved for Mirror Universe humans. It could be that R'mor and R'lash are from that universe but that doesn't gel with the fact that they made mention of the Federation and how it doesn't use money neither of which would be true for them if they came from the Mirror Universe. One possibility is that the Star Empire had their own Mirror Universe shenanigans prior to meeting Humans from their own universe and the term ended up sticking.

Also if Mudd is R'lash's mom's contact that could well mean the man is working for Starfleet intelligence now which would be wild. In addition it paints her escape from prison alongside the twin Remans in a much different light. The woman might be in actuality be a rebel.

I liked to use Terran to kinda...hint at how Romulans see the Federation - as a humans first club, imperial and pretending its not. That's not actually how it is (I outright reject the DS9 nihilistic flawed Federation bullshit), but it is how it is PERCIEVED.

This might come off as a weird thing to point out but I really like how sex is treated as just a natural thing in this quest. It isn't treated as a thing to be focused on either by so hurriedly shoving it out of sight that it cannot help but garner attention or overexposing it in an attempt to make it 'normal' thereby making it anything but.

It feels very comfortable and I appreciate it.

I'm taking a lot of notes from the Confederation of Valor series by Tanya Huff, which is basically "what if the Federation had a marine corps" and it owns. One of the alien species in that novel series is the Tayken and...I...just outright stole the Di'Tayken (Tayken in their carefree, wanderer life stage) and gave their signifiers to the Orions. Maskers, vantru, having regs about allowed sex positions you can take on the bridge, sleeping communally, the way that their sexuality is so omnipresent that it goes from horny to background noise...they're all from the CoV series.

And it's fine to steal that because...like...Di'Tayken are just Maiden stage Asari :V And yes, the first CoV book came out in 1998 (and is also a retelling of ROLK'S DRIFT IN SPACEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Going back to the early parts of "Eye of the Needle" after having read the latter portions you start to notice a theme about captains and how similar they can be despite their differences.

haha yes I...totally meant to do this...it was alll intentional!


I'm betting C'nola made like a cat and did timey wimey shenanigans.

Harry's idea of 'worst thing imaginable' is losing your career.

C'nola, aka Catra from a hive planet in the 41st Millenium, is thinking of the Ordo Temporal showing up and lighting you on fire.


You know after the orgy shenanigans and Harry got laid I thought Kes was going to be this quest's Ensign Kim, however it would seem that I was incorrect. It would appear the role of sexually dazed and confused and romantically flustered crewmember is going to go to Danara. At the very least I would say she is at least at Geordi levels of fumbling. She has fulfilled the first requirement of falling in love with an intelligent hologram.

She was an awkward virgin BEFORE she got Focused.



In any case I'm loving Neelix here. He is being everything canon Neelix should have and acting as Voyager's Guinan. Nosy but not to the point of being obtrusive or abrasive and a fella that doesn't just offer mindless suggestions but listens. His scene serves a purpose story wise too being where the dilemma is described and suggestions viewers, or in this case readers, might reasonably offer are countered.

I take it as a point of pride that people keep voting for characters to INTERACT WITH NEELIX.

G'Kar Tomalak fancy seeing you here.

Tomalak and Season 1 G'kar are the same character change MY MIND!!!!

By the way isn't Romulan Ale supposed to be blue not green?

I got it confused with Saurian ale!
 
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I have a feeling that, assuming Tom is not the killer, examination of his phaser would not be counted as admissible evidence by the (explicitly xenophobic) judge:

Either Tom's phaser is locked in evidence, in which case any examination would be counted as 'possible tampering' and is inadmissible, or it is not locked away in evidence, and could therefore have been tampered with at any time and is inadmissible.
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I've not been keeping up with the tread, so sorry if this is retreading discussed ground, but I think proving Tom as innocent would require ironclad, unarguable, beyond-unreasonable-doubt proof he could not have been the killer.

I think we'd be better off trying to figure out who the killer actually is and get very strong proof of that.
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[X] Investigate the hillside (1 hour)
 
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[X] Investigate the hillside (1 hour)

The longer we wait the greater the chance that whatever evidence exists at a potential crime scene may degrade and disappear.

I concur. And eyewitness testimony is the least reliable form of evidence, so focusing on physical evidence first lets us go into any interviews relatively unbiased.

[X] Investigate the hillside (1 hour)
 
[X] Investigate the hillside (1 hour)
[X] Interview Tom Paris - see what his side of the story is (30 minuets)
is (30 minuets)
[X] Try to get your hand on Tom's phaser to examine it (30 minuets)
 
[X] Investigate the hillside (1 hour)
[X] Try to get your hand on Tom's phaser to examine it (30 minuets)

Pretty sure that both of these have already been tampered with, so better do this now before someone cleans up any remaining evidence.
 
Adhoc vote count started by DragonCobolt on Jun 18, 2022 at 9:42 PM, finished with 11 posts and 10 votes.


Hillside it is! Roll 3d20! (2d from Tuvok, 1d from Kes!)

The Diff is 0+1 for rain, -1 for Kes' trait of being clairsentient!
 
On a different note it's interesting that R'mor and R'lash referred to Humans as Terrans. In Star Trek that term is usually reserved for Mirror Universe humans. It could be that R'mor and R'lash are from that universe but that doesn't gel with the fact that they made mention of the Federation and how it doesn't use money neither of which would be true for them if they came from the Mirror Universe. One possibility is that the Star Empire had their own Mirror Universe shenanigans prior to meeting Humans from their own universe and the term ended up sticking.

That's an interesting point and quirk on the point of the Romulans. Hadn't thought about that.

This might come off as a weird thing to point out but I really like how sex is treated as just a natural thing in this quest. It isn't treated as a thing to be focused on either by so hurriedly shoving it out of sight that it cannot help but garner attention or overexposing it in an attempt to make it 'normal' thereby making it anything but.

It feels very comfortable and I appreciate it.

Also goes to show how much has really changed in the last 27 years, since Voyager debuted, or even in the 21 years since Enterprise debuted.

And, holy crap, has it really been that long?

Kohk isn't like the other two captains. He takes risks but only in service to himself. Unlike the others he isn't there to protect innocents or even his crew, but to pillage. When his crew fails Kohk's first actions isn't to check on the status of those injured but to order the death of the one responsible. The Breen isn't happy with his position and wants more regardless of what it costs others. Even his ship, pumped full of liquid, is an alien environment unlike the interior of Voyager or Eloise.

I loved that little detail of the liquid gasses in the Breen ship's atmosphere, too, to highlight the difference of how alien they are.

It makes sense. For as different as they are the fundamental motivations that drive both Janeway and R'mor are the same. They have a duty to protect their crew and the innocents under their care. It is only ignorance that keeps the crews of the two ships from initially knowing how close they are to the other.

Star Trek has dropped lots of hints about how, in so many ways, the Romulans and Humans are, deep down, not too different, even as far back as "Balance of Terror". I mean, part of that is the message of Trek in general, but they seem to make a point of emphasizing it in that episode or, for that matter, "The Chase".

It really says a lot about the man that his first comments are about his crew.

Yep.

Now there's a man able to put the Vorlons to shame.

Que?

Irish Catholic Janeway is as big a hoot as Kate Mulgrew. R'mor's pretty fun too.

I was amused by that as well.

Okay that's a pretty neat way of dealing with the size issues of the holodeck and handily explains how Starfleet can afford to equip most of their ships with holodecks despite space being a premium resource for starships. Then again Starfleet ships dedicated loads of interior space solely for use by Cetaceans and if some Trek artists are to be believed harbor arboretums large enough for fully grown trees.

This definitely feels like another "Human scientists and engineers are all mad Doc Browns".

Oh wow, Danara used the Tommy Gun trick from First Contact only ship-scale. While we wouldn't be able to repeat such an attrition heavy tactic ourselves it is good to know that there is a downside to the Borg's adaptive defenses that Voyager could potentially exploit. The Borg being able to adapt to the point of invulnerability causes too many problems.

I suppose that means we're going to see security teams packing Garands as backup rifles when dealing with Borg boarders. The USS Voyager, the one and only Starfleet vessel to actually issue M1s. The reaction from Starfleet HQ alone would be worth going through with that decision.

This is the comment that actually got me to respond to you. I mean, the rest of your commentary was good, but I had specific thoughts about this. In DS9 canon, Starfleet actually developed a weapon expressly for this purpose, the TR-116 sniper rifle, which fires a tritanium bullet propelled by a chemical explosion (we don't know if it's gunpoweder or something else), with a tiny transporter on the front of the barrel to allow them to shoot against corners. In other words, it's typical Federation behavior to apply mad Science! to the problem. However, that's still a couple ways away.

With that said, both it and the Garand are a bit unwieldy, though i certainly could see them being used the same way modern squads sometimes use M-14 derivatives as a designated marksman rifle. If we're wanting to keep to the "World War II reenactor weapons", I'd probably recommend the M-1 carbine, for the same reason we used it in WW2: it's a lightweight alternative to a pistol for personnel who aren't expecting to have to use a weapon like that on a routine basis.

In any case I'm loving Neelix here. He is being everything canon Neelix should have and acting as Voyager's Guinan. Nosy but not to the point of being obtrusive or abrasive and a fella that doesn't just offer mindless suggestions but listens. His scene serves a purpose story wise too being where the dilemma is described and suggestions viewers, or in this case readers, might reasonably offer are countered.

There are times that you could see what Neelix could've been in the actual series, and it's a pity Ethan Phillips wasn't given more to work with.

Yikes. That puts Chief O'Brien saying spoonhead into a different light.

I've long believed that O'Brien had undiagnosed PTSD, or at least didn't initially admit it to himself. He was massively skilled, though, and I can't help but wonder if his assignment as transporter chief on the Enterprise was meant to be a cushy position on Starfleet's premier vessel while he pulled himself back together. it coincides with him transferring to DS9 after the Phoenix incident, where he really realized how badly the Cardassian world had hurt him, and then got married.


It only hit me on the second read through that between the radiation patch, the nukes, the Eloise being an old girl past her prime, R'mor being a Commander close to his subordinates, and R'lash channeling the spirit of Starbuck that this fight ended up pretty reminiscent of Ron Moore's take on Voyager. The only thing missing is corded phones and papers with the corners lopped off.

Interesting to see that he also considers the Eloise an odd name. I wonder if that name is a reference to why R'mor went from a senator to the captain of a Bird-of-Prey.

I was confused that the ship had a human name, too.

By the way isn't Romulan Ale supposed to be blue not green?

Right. It's Aldebaran whiskey that's green.
 
So, that's either, depending on how we read it, 2s or 3s or 4s!

If we read it as 6, 18, 7, then that's 2s.

If it's 18, 7, 1, it's 3s.

If it's 6, 7, 1s, it's 4s!
 
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C'nola, aka Catra from a hive planet in the 41st Millenium, is thinking of the Ordo Temporal showing up and lighting you on fire.
"C'nola, Lieutenants Ducane, Daniels, and Obi-wan Sherlock Clousseau from DTI to see you"

:V
I got it confused with Saurian ale!
Saurian brandy is the blue stuff. You must be thinking of the… green drink Guinan had behind the bar.

[X] Have there been any large energy discharges on the hill in the last day?
 
[x] Is there any evidence of a coverup (destruction of evidence)?
[x] Who has been on/flown over the hill in the last 24 hours?

Trying to work out if someone flew over the hill, and if anyone is trying to cover it up.

[] Have there been any large energy discharges on the hill in the last day?
Good question, though all the locals can fly. Not sure if we'll be able to tell if they were to have fired over the hill?
 
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