---

“Commander Caraval,” Pirra radioed.

After a moment, the man’s voice crackled in her ear.  “How is it?” he asked.

“Private channel,” she told him, and then relayed what she had just learned.  She had closed her helmet and opaqued her visor to outside view.  Dessei didn’t have much in the way of lips to read, but she wasn’t going to risk it, all the same.

“The rest of the crew don’t know, Commander.  I get the feeling the Captain is unpopular with them and he doesn’t want them to think the situation is as bad as it is.”

The Commander was quiet a few long moments before talking again.  “That’s not the only thing we’ve learned.  Tred’s found that this was originally a pretty good ship that the Hev bought and built their own vessel around.  It has its own zerodrive and a class-9 AI running it.”

“A class-9?  That’s beyond most biological beings.  It’s not even legal in the Sapient Union,” she hissed.

“More practically, it’s the source of their problem right now.  Not many know this, but the better an AI, the more prone to tenkionic corruption by just this sort of thing.”

She put the pieces together.  “So when they hit the Leviathan their AI was corrupted and that caused the shutdown.”

“Right.  So before we can get the power back on, we have to purge the main AI core.  It’s not exactly functional, but it’s not going to let anything run until we get that sorted.”

“Can we send in drones?”

“They’re not viable in this scenario,” Caraval replied.  “We’ll some along, but a bio has to go in.  Only way to be sure.”

She didn’t know why, and she didn’t need to.  She just knew what she had to do.

“I’ll take care of it, then.  I can get directions from the Ambassador with the least translations involved – should give me the best shot.”

Caraval hesitated.  “I’m not trying to send you on every dangerous task here, Pirra-“

“I’m best-suited, Commander.  Comes with the job,” she replied.  “Just send me the instructions on how to purge the system.”

Turning, she looked to the Ambassador.

“I need to reach the AI core,” she told him.  “We have to purge it before we can get the ship functional again.”

He bared his teeth and let out a growl, something she fortunately knew was a sign of shock and dismay.  “That . . . is in the barricaded section,” he said.

Feeling her heart beat faster, she kept her face impassive.  “Understood.  Can the Captain let me in there?”

The Captain was watching them carefully, noticing that they were conversing.  “[You get translators working?]” he demanded.

“No,” the Ambassador told him.  “They have to purge the computer to get things working.”

He snarled.  “[No!  No touching that!  Too sensitive!  Too much private information.]”  He whirled on Pirra.  “[You want everything from us, don’t you?  All our secrets!]”

She couldn’t hide the scorn on her face.  “Tell the Captain that if he wants his ship to be more than a drifting hulk then we have to purge his illegal core.  He can come watch me flush it down the toilet if he wants, but it’s happening either way.”

The Ambassador translated her words – carefully altering a few here and there to take out her rudeness.

“They know it’s an illegal AI,” he added.

The Captain’s face looked stricken, and for a moment Pirra wished she did have a sidearm.  His hand had gone to his own, and she knew that the legal ramifications of his AI could be severe.  But he didn’t draw the weapon.

“Tell him that as long as he helps us purge it, we can kill any charges.  No one really even needs to know he had it,” she added.

After N’Keeea translated that, the Captain’s look softened a little.  “[We got it that way]!” he added.  “[Bought second-hand, didn’t know it was illegal!]”  He let out a sigh punctuated with clicks of his sharp teeth.  “[But computer is in closed-off section.  Too dangerous to reach.]”

“I’m going in anyway,” she said.  “I just need him to open the door and give me directions.  Please impress upon him that without doing this, we absolutely cannot get this ship moving.”

The Captain nodded.  He did not say anything, but reached up to a control panel.

“I’ve seen the computer core,” the Ambassador said.  “It’s not hard to find.  You simply go straight down the corridor, take two lefts, then a right and then the third hole in the ceiling.  There’s a large security door, however . . . it seems that the crew often leaves it open.  If it’s open you can go right into the computer room.  If not – I’m not sure, as the system will not allow it to be opened.”

“I’ll just have to hope it’s open, then.”

She carefully recorded his directions, hoping she didn’t get lost.  Summoning two drones, she hoped she could use them for any direct interactions.

“I’ve got it,” she said.  Using maneuvering thrusters to move nearer the door, she nodded to the Captain.

“I’ll be back in five minutes,” she told them.

The Captain had hold of a heavy lever to manually open the door.  He forced it and she jetted in, trying to touch nothing, not even the floor.

The door closed behind her.

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< Part 13 | Part 15 >

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“We are so glad to have you aboard,” the Hev Ambassador said to Pirra.

Pirra was shocked at how good his skill at her language was – almost like a native speaker.

She trilled back.  “Ambassador, we’re glad to be able to help.  Will the Captain be all right with our tech crew taking a look at your systems?”

The Ambassador spoke briefly with the Captain.  He was slightly disgruntled; he had quickly realized that the Response Team’s translators were picking up his words, but he still could not understand them.

“He agrees.  He asks specifically if someone can look at his translation unit.”

“Absolutely,” Pirra promised.

The rest of the team had caught up, several man-handling generators in the zero-g to try and get at least some systems functioning.  While Caraval had set up a basic base in the hangar they’d arrived at, to get much access to the Hev systems they’d have to go deeper.  No system was going to grant full acess in the same area that anyone could potentially land at.

“Tred, get working on that engine system,” Caraval ordered.  “Get things up and running ASAP.”

The man nodded nervously and plugged in, while the commander came over to Pirra and the two Hev.

“Lt. Commander, this is Ambassador N’Keeea,” she said, gesturing.  “And Captain K’Raaiia.”

“Ambassador, Captain.”  The man stuck out a hand to both in turn.

It was a very odd gesture to a Hev, bordering on insulting, and the Captain glared at him, while the Ambassador took his hand and shook it lightly.

“We’re going to – with your permission – try to get your systems running again as best we can.  The Leviathan is currently being led away from this area by our mother ship, but we can’t know how long or how far they can draw it.”

The Ambassador seemed to know at least some human languages as well, at least Spacer, and he quickly translated for the Captain.

“He does wish for the system to be operating and quickly.  In the meantime, he . . . he hopes you can help with another delicate situation,” the Ambassador returned.

“We’re happy to take a look and see if we can help,” Pirra answered, hoping it was something that actually fell into their purview.

“Pirra, go with them, I’m going to get everything rolling here,” the Commander ordered.

The Captain led her and the Ambassador deeper into the ship.  She wondered just how far; it was a massive vessel, one big enough to justify having an internal rail system.

They passed through a crew quarters area, but she saw only a few members of the crew; they seemed cold to both her and the Captain, though none questioned her presence.

After passing through a makeshift engineering shop, they came to an emergency door, one that had been sealed shut.

It contained a thick clear viewing port, and the Captain gestured to it.

“This area is contained for now, but we do not know for how long,” he said.

Pirra wondered if her translator had missed a word, but she drifted forward to look through.

At first it just seemed like some sort of converted cargo area.  She saw containers and tech modules bolted to the floors and bulkheads.

“Did it get vented to space?” she asked.

The answer did not come.  She looked back, to see the Captain staring at the Ambassador.  He didn’t want to talk and give away something, and the Ambassador seemed to be pointedly ignoring his stare.

“What’s going on?” she asked, her eyes darting between them.  “I can’t help if you don’t tell me.  Look, if it’s some cargo that’s not legal then I can promise some discretion, but-“

“It’s not that,” the Ambassador said quickly.  He finally looked at the Captain, but K’Raaiia seemed to be unwilling to budge on whatever the issue was.

Pirra turned to look back through the window.  She saw movement, and tried to get a better angle, but her night vision was not that good.

It was a Hev, she was sure.  He was walking, and didn’t seem in distress.  While he wore a spacer’s suit, he didn’t have any helmet on, so the area had to be pressurized.

He turned, somehow sensing her gaze.  He looked directly at her.

And she realized that half of his face was not there.

Where it was, the nature of his injury, she did not know.  It was no longer like a Hev, but its head was grotesquely shaped on that side, and there was no edge.  It simply faded into the air, or the ether, she could not know.

Letting out a startled shriek, she pushed back from the port and drifted, staring at the Captain.

“Did your vessel come too close to the Leviathan?” she demanded.

There was a hesitation, and she snapped her next words sharply.  “If you do not tell us the extent of the harm, we cannot help – and we will be forced to leave.”

The Captain demanded a translation from the Ambassador, and once that had been given, he snarled back at her.  “You’re not leaving until we have power!”

“Captain!” the Ambassador said quickly.  “She has already seen and figured out the issue!  There is no point to threats or lies at this point.”

The Captain looked almost ashamed, but Pirra felt her blood rising at his threat.

Fighting back the urge to rip into him – verbally, at least – she looked to the Ambassador.  “Tell me.”

“My apologies,” he said, his voice truly humble and contrite.  “For very good reasons, we have been keeping the extent of the damage from the crew.  You asked if we had come close to the Leviathan – yes.  We did not simply come close, we believe that this section of the ship may have actually touched it in zerospace.”

“That’s not possible!” she burst out.  “Even getting within a few thousand kilometers of a Leviathan is enough to take any ship apart!”

“Except this one was asleep,” the Ambassador replied quietly.  “We believe . . . we believe that in its state of deep hibernation, its Reality Break Shadow was limited solely to its . . . for lack of a better word, physical structure.  And we struck it.”

“That’s what awoke it,” she realized.

“Yes.  This is all our fault,” he admitted.  “We could not have known, but we have awoken something terrible.”

He looked to the door.  “Touching it has affected our ship, and now all the good Hev in that section are trapped.  It is too late to help them, I think.  But the ship itself is changing – and that change is spreading.  This is the third corridor we’ve had to close as the infection spreads.”

---

< Part 12 | Part 14 >

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“What we need is a lure that will keep the Leviathan’s attention,” Brooks said.

Cutter clicked his mandibles.  “May need to keep up this level of interest for long – we can likely weaken our lure’s strength over time, once we’re far from space lanes.”

Brooks looked to Kell.  “Do you think that would work?”

“Yes,” the Shoggoth replied.  “It will be most interested in the thing nearest it, I believe.  If we can weaken our effect as we go, all the better.  We may even be able to get it to go back to sleep.”

“How can we lull it to sleep?  Just through lowering our Krahteon emissions?” Urle asked.

“It must become unpredictable – your scans and engines are very noticeable, due to how . . .  orderly they are.  It is much more apparent.”

“Like how a voice stands out from natural sounds,” the Captain said.  “I think I can understand that.”

Kell shook his head.  “I assure you, you do not.  But you understand enough.”

“Can we scramble our emissions enough to do that?” he asked Cutter, ignoring Kell’s last words.

“Difficult,” Cutter replied.  “Don’t know how we can control order of particles that we’re just dumping through engine shunt.  We’d have to start actively modulating our signal.”  His head twitched side to side as he thought.  “That much power would burn out almost any system we have . . .”

“The nature of its interest is not in power.  It is in alterations that your engines make in what you call zerospace.  They are like tracks that can be felt.”

“So that means we can narrow our output just into the bands that will feel . . . track-like to the Leviathan.”

“You only need a shadow,” Kell said.

The engineer made a hiss.  “A shadow!  Like how a ship exhibits shadow of mass into mundane space as it travels in zerospace?”

Kell only regarded him curiously, as if he had not understood a lot of the words.  Finally, he gave the tiniest nod of his chin.  “Yes.”

“That makes sense!  Captain, I have idea.”

“Go ahead.”

“I want to take a shuttle and equip it to broadcast on channels that might create the shadow Kell was talking about – if we’re limited to just some frequencies, Krahteon loss will be sustainable for months, even with a shuttle’s engine.”

Brooks nodded.  “Get a team started on it immediately.”

“Yes sir.  We don’t have much time – we have to maintain enough pressure internally to keep the system from collapsing.”

The Captain’s words were heavy as he spoke.  “We have to consider leading it away to be of higher importance than the survival of this ship.”

No one could argue.

“In case this does not go well, we need to prepare for an emergency transmission and get as many of the civilians off the ship as possible.”

“Aye, sir,” Urle said.  “I will inform Response and Administration to begin preparing to jettison life sections and prepping the escape pods.”

Brooks said nothing, only nodding.

Cutter the engineer lingered, staring at the captain.  Brooks looked back at his reddish-black round eyes.

“Is there something else, Chief Engineer?” he asked.

“Captain,” he said.  “An emergency transmission will burn out engine.”

“I am aware,” Brooks said.  “But since we cannot stop to build a proper charge to open an FTL communication channel, it would be our only option – jettisoning the civilian sections will do them no good if they’re light years from an inhabited system.”

“I understand need, Captain.  It is just . . .  I have worked on the Craton‘s engine my entire life.”

Brooks nodded.  “And you’ve done very well, Cutter.  I understand the thought must be hard for you.”

“Captain, I request permission to stay with the ship should the situation get dire.”

The Captain stared at the Beetle-Slug.  “Permission denied, Chief Engineer.  Even if the Craton does not survive, I fully intend for us to.  There will be other ships, and other engines.”

“I do not want another ship or engine, Captain.”

Brooks leveled his gaze on the Beetle-Slug.  “My order stands.”

The insectoid hesitated, but then snapped a salute.  “Very well, Captain.  I have already sent a team to begin work on shuttle, but I will go supervise it personally.”

---

< Part 11 | Part 13 >

---

Pirra gripped the restraint strap tightly.  “All packaged and ready to go!” she shouted.

It wasn’t necessary; each member of the Response Unit had already clicked in that they were locked in for launch.  But it was tradition, at least for them, that the second-in-command shout out all confirmations.

The rest of the crew completed their traditional slogan;

“And ship us off to hell!”

Their commanding officer, Iago Caraval, grinned.  “Hold on tight, kids!”

The ship accelerated; she heard whoops from the team, but she kept silent and merely felt the glee rise up as the ship began to accelerate.

The launch tubes of the Craton were perfect for accelerating either massive kinetic slugs . . . or a shuttle in an emergency.  Just at a less break-neck speed.

She’d heard of humans who passed out from such high-speed launches.  It was an alien concept to her; while a human’s distant ancestors had been tree-clinging creatures, hers had been flying animals that dove head-first into water to catch swimming prey.  They could take high-G maneuvers and laugh it off.

Their ship shot into the black.  Suddenly seeing stars in all directions could be disorienting to humans, another factor that didn’t bother her.  They had never lost the parts of their brains that let them think easily in three-dimensions.

Her green feathers bristled.  “We have a lock on the Hev ship,” she commented.

“Course is set,” Caraval said.  “All right, everyone, briefing is now – that Hev ship might have touched the Leviathan in zerospace.  That means full-level safety standards are in effect.  Touch nothing without confirming it’s safe.”

All humor was gone; in their line of work, they all knew the hazards of interacting with anything altered by a Leviathan.  Even coming too close to one could make metal run like water, crawl like a living thing, or simply evaporate into gas.  And the effect could even spread to other things.  As little as observing something altered could be unhealthy.

“Do the Hev even know that the Craton is here?” someone asked.

“No.  We believe all equipment is down aboard their ship, and we were never within their visual range.  Even if they had a window and someone looked out, they wouldn’t have seen us.”

“All their power?  Every single reactor?” Pirra asked.

“That’s right,” Caraval said grimly.

It was unheard of – ships had multiple reactors, and even if those went off, such things as computer systems required such minuscule power compared to propulsion that even some emergency generators should have been able to keep something on.

“If that’s the case, then their translators aren’t going to be working,” someone realized.

Pirra let her crest fall in embarrassment.  It was a mistake that was too late to rectify.  They were running silent from the Craton, barring an emergency.  Couldn’t know what might irritate the Leviathan.

“Our translators will let us understand them,” someone else pointed out.

“Yes, but we need them to understand us.  Does anyone here speak Hev?” Caraval asked.

There was a silence.  No one had thought of that; they’d been launched too quick, and personal translators were typically a given.  Pirra couldn’t recall a single time that everyone on a ship had their personal systems fail.

It was going to be a big problem if they couldn’t assure they Hev they were there to help . . .

“I speak a little,” Pirra ventured.

“How little?” the Lt. Commander asked.  His look of surprise was typically human, far different from her kind, but she had learned to recognize it.  She was weird that way, actually learning another species’s language and mannerisms.

“A few basic phrases regarding haggling,” she replied.

“That will have to do,” Caraval said, with an exasperated sigh.

---

< Part 9 | Part 11 >

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“All right, Kell – I understand your people have their secrets.  But you need to tell me everything you know about Leviathans.  Right now.”

Brooks stared at the being, who looked back at him with an apathy that would have enraged a lesser man.  But Brooks kept his composure.

He had called the Shoggoth into the Captain’s Study, and the being had taken his time in coming – four minutes, when it was less than a minute’s walk.

“You say that as if you believe I am hiding information from you,” Kell replied to him evenly.

“Aren’t you?” Brooks retorted.

“Yes,” Kell answered.  “But not for the reasons you seem to think.”  Shaking its head, Kell moved to sit, but despite these conspicuously human moves – that Brooks imagined were entirely intended to put him at a greater ease – there was still something unnatural in even just the way that Kell sat.  It was too rigid in some ways, too lax in others.

“Right now, I don’t care about your reasons.  There are 35,000 beings on the Craton – and trillions in the Sol System.  You need to tell me.”

“Can you describe color to a blind man?” Kell asked.

“What?”

Kell’s head turned to the side, and the being stared at him.  Unblinking.  “How does one describe something another being has never experienced?  I have memorized your entire language, and yet there are no words for what I see.  You want me to tell you how large the Leviathan is?  I see it expanding into infinity in dimensions your brain is incapable of imagining.  It fills the void, it fills the stars, infinite and finite at once.  Does this help you, Captain?”

Brooks sat forward.  “You’ve got to know something useful, Kell.”

“A weakness in it?  No, it is not that obvious.  I have never seen a being like it before, but I can see more than you.  I see that it has been asleep – in what you might call a nightmare – for the age of this universe.  And in even marginally awakening it, you and the Hev vessel have become the focus of its . . .  ire.  That is a simplification; it does not feel emotions as you understand them.  As I do not.  What do you and a paramecium have in common to feel, after all?”

“In this case we’re the microbe,” Brooks commented.

“In how it views you – I suspect yes.  It is not fully awakened, as I have said.  But it is somewhat awake, and it is lashing out.  It is not a stupid beast running purely on instinct.  Its intelligence is of a different kind than ours, and it is vast.”

Kell stood up.  “Captain, you have done the right thing by pulling it away from the path that leads to Earth.  More than you can ever realize, this mattered.  It will not have mercy on whatever or whomever it finds when it fully awakens.  Even if it wanted to.  We must not let it find a system that is inhabited by life.  If it costs all of our lives aboard this ship, it is worth it.”

Without another word, Kell left.

---

< Part 8 | Part 10 >

---

Cenz spoke in a tremulous voice.  “Sir . . . I’m getting signals from within the Leviathan.  It’s subtle, but there’s a growing heat signature.”

Before the Captain could react to that, Yaepanaya turned in her seat.  “It’s moving, Captain.  And not just drifting, it has altered course.  It’s moving towards us.”

Brooks could practically feel the fear, the panic, that swept through the bridge.

He felt it, too.  The reports of madness, death, mutations, from every other Leviathan encounter ran through his mind.  And he knew all too well from personal experience.

“Reverse engines.  Can we outpace this thing?”

“Yes sir, but it is starting to pick up speed,” Ji-min Bin said.  Her eyes were fixed on Kell.  “It’s like it’s waking up.”

Everyone seemed frozen for a moment.  Kell had warned them.  They had shouted into the darkness, and something had heard.

Brooks knew that he had to fight that instinctive terror, though.  Too many lives – those on both his ship and on the Hev – depended on him.

He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.  It was Kell’s.

It was cold in a way that was deeply troubling.  But somehow it helped.

“If it awakens it will go for our home,” the Shoggoth said.

‘Our’ home, Brooks thought.

“I don’t suppose you know any lullabies?” the first officer asked him.

Kell did not answer, but the pall of fear had been broken, at least for now.

“Everyone, mind your posts.  We’re not helpless,” Brooks said.  The confidence in his voice helped break the fear over the others.  Or at least helped them to master it.

Training seemed to take over for many.  Despite the fear, they returned to their duties.

“Lower the Krahteon scan to the bare minimum we need to keep track of its relative position.  Begin charging the long-range communicator, we have to warn the Sol System.”

“Will there be time?” Urle asked.  “How fast is it waking?”

“Impossible to tell, sir,” Cenz replied, frustration in his voice.  “These things don’t behave predictably.”

Kell spoke again.  “It felt the path the ships have left, they disturb its sleep.  It’s been waking slowly, but now it’s accelerated.  It will not be long – hours, before it is fully awakened.  Then it will come.”

Brooks felt a shiver go down his spine.

“So if it was no longer bothered by the tracks in zero space, it wouldn’t wake up?” he asked.

Kell slowly nodded.  “I believe so.  It does not wish to awaken; I do not think it is innately hostile.  But I suspect that the Hev ship strayed too close.”

Urle spoke.  “There’s no way to scrub our tracks out of zerospace.  We’ve been trying to figure out how for twenty years with no luck.”

Brooks felt his mind race.  “Alter our course out of the space lanes.  Let’s see if we can’t lead this away.”

There was a hint of motion as the ship turned; unrestrained by the ship’s grav-systems, the g-forces would have pulped a human.  But the system nullified it completely; the hint of motion only added back to give some tactile feel to maneuvers.

Tense moments passed.  “Has there been any change in its velocity?”

A bead of sweat went down Urle’s forehead.  “It altered slightly, but then resumed its original course.  Sir, it’s in the space lanes.  It is heading in the direction of the Sol System.”

Brooks sat forward.  “We’ve got to make ourselves more interesting.  It has to dislike us more than the space lanes for us to lead it away from them.”

“That’s your plan?  To antagonize it further?” Kell asked.

“Just enough to lead it away.  Drawing attention, like you said before.”

“And if you awaken it – do you know what kind of power that being possesses?” Kell demanded.

“Sadly,” Brooks replied.  “We do know.  But if we’re careful, we won’t wake it, just get it to follow in this . . . sleep-walking state it’s in.”

“What then?” Kell asked.

“Once we’ve led it far enough away, we turn off the Krahteon stream.  If it’s not close enough to the space lanes to be bothered by the zerodrive tracks, then it should just go back to sleep.”

Kell stared at him for several moments.  He did not blink; no muscle in his face moved, as if he had been carved from granite.  “I see,” he finally said.

Brooks had hoped for more feedback than that, but it seemed all that the being was willing to give.

Cutter scuttled over.  “Sir,” the Beetle-Slug clicked, “Krahteon scanners not equipped for long-term usage.  But we can create Krahteon field around us by venting engine plasma.”

“That’s an extremely dangerous plan,” Urle noted.

“Not safe.  But safer than any alternative I can plan out so far.  Minimal risk to others – zerospace will absorb the majority of harmful radiation.  Only way I can think of to generate signature for period longer than five minutes.”

“As long as we can control it enough to keep from waking the thing too much, do it,” Brooks said.

“I shall not fail, Captain.”

The Engineer stepped back to his console, and in a moment a soft shudder went through the ship.

“That got his attention, sir!  It’s altering course, this time towards us!”

Brooks looked to Kell.  “Can we tell if it’s waking him faster?”

“Minimally so.  We have not yet crossed the threshold where it could not go back to sleep.”

“Sensors seem to confirm that, sir,” Cenz noted.  “It’s still warming, and might be doing so faster, but it’s still so slight it’s within margins of error.”

“How long can we maintain this?” Brooks asked.

The Beetle-Slug’s mandibles twisted together in a way that Brooks knew meant concern.  “Can’t vent for more than six hours.  Venting from our engines weakens them.  They are keeping us ahead of Leviathan.  If they go offline . . .”

“Then it will catch us,” Kell supplied.

None of them knew a worse fate.

“Gather all information you can.  In thirty minutes, we will have a meeting in the Citadel.”

Brooks looked to Kai Fan, director of Response.  “I have a special direction for you, Commander.”

“Sir?  I have taken the initiative of putting all Response personnel on alert.”

“Good.  I want you to get a technical support team to go with a Response Unit to the disabled Hev ship.  We can’t leave them.”

“You want them to be able to get away if the Leviathan should head back towards the space lane?”

“Yes,” Brooks answered.

To go into a ship that didn’t know them, without even being able to inform them of their purpose, where the crew were likely in terror.  Possibly even a trap to lure in a helpful soul.

But the alternative was worse.

“I have a good team, sir.  They’ll be in hard vac in ten minutes.”

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< Part 7 | Part 9 >