Title: After the Rescue
Part: NEW 48/73
Author: Karmen Ghia, karmen_ghia@yahoo.com
Series: TOS
Romance Code: S/Mc and then some.
Rating: NC-17
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Legend: * * * separates events in time; ~ separates events that are more or less simultaneous.
See part one for disclaimers, etc.
Kirk pulled McCoy into his arms: "Stay with me tonight," he urged.
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After cutting a swath through the Ertig system to disrupt the Certegian militia attacking Jir's forces, Ling's ships were ambushed by the combined forces of Lashodrian and Vri pirates.
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"Does patrolling the border always make you so amorous?" McCoy asked in his most sultry voice.
"No. You do." He reached down to grab the doctor's ass.
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In the Mvovlris system Hobie was fighting to drive the Gokia Guild mercenaries out of his trade and supply routes before raw materials supplying Dhrgestera's shipyards were cut off.
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Since being assigned to the border operations, Kirk and Spock had changed their shifts so one of them was always on the bridge. This gave them each more time alone with Dr. McCoy, which they both, and the doctor, were enjoying. And the danger was a turn on, they had to admit.
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Able to take the offensive again and trying to aid Ling, Jir's forces were temporarily trapped by the Neqfarsian Imperial Trading League's mercenary fleet, which was merely trying to escort as shipment of materiel through the war zone.
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Kirk eased off McCoy's black t-shirt and bent down to caress the doctor's hard nipples with his lips.
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On the other side of the Mvovlris system Maja was besieging the planet Yrva, the major stronghold of the Yrvan Revolutionary Forces and their temporary allies, the Ciren pirates.
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Maneuvering them into a sixty-nine, McCoy gave himself over to the pleasure of Kirk's taste and texture.
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Ling and his ships made a run for it into the Xochian Autonomous zone where Ling's allies in the Urizi Guild drove back the last of the pursuing pirates.
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He drew Kirk's balls into his mouth very slowly, one at a time.
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Hobie's fight turns ugly when an expeditionary force of twenty Romulan Birds of Prey drops out of warp to attack both sides. Hobie fled to join forces with Maja and regroup to attack again.
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Kirk eased McCoy's penis down his throat and wished he could reach the lubricant under the pillow.
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Knowing Ling was, for the moment, out of danger, Jir retreats back to the edge of the Droshri system, where they were shot at but not further attacked by the Aluq militia.
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McCoy returned his mouth to Kirk's cock and swirled his tongue around the rosy head.
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Maja's ships were driven away from Yrva and toward the Federation by a flotilla of Klingon battlecruisers on their way to meet the Romulans just arriving in the Mvovlris system.
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Kirk dragged his tongue along the underside of McCoy's erection and played his lips around the edges of the helmet.
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Hobie's ships and the Gokia Guild mercenaries, fleeing the pursuing Roms, found themselves trapped between the Roms and Klingons and were forced to turn toward the border of Federation space.
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"Don't move," Kirk said, sitting up to grab the lube under the pillow. He lay down again and nuzzled at the base of McCoy's cock.
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Using the Klingon's momentum, the Yrvan Revolutionary Forces and the Ciren pirates drove Maja's forces to the edge of Federation space.
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Kirk stroked the underside of McCoy's cock as he slid a well oiled finger into the doctor.
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Hoping to skirt along the Federation border to the relative safety of the Drobshri system, Hobie's forces were driven ever closer to the Star Fleet patrols by the battle between the Roms and Klingons.
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Gently lifting McCoy's hips to place a pillow beneath them, Kirk reached under the doctor to caress his cock and pressed a kiss to the back of his lover's neck.
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In an irresistible charge, the Romulans drove the Klingon ships into the Yrvan Revolutionary Forces engaged with Maja's ships thus forcing Maja's ships, half the YRF and some of the Ciren pirates into the line of the Federation ships patrolling the border.
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Applying a generous amount of lube to his cock, Kirk stroked himself a little higher in anticipation of slipping inside McCoy.
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Trying to escape the Rom and Klingon battle in the midst of which the other half of Yrvan Revolutionary Forces and the Ciren pirates suddenly found themselves, the YRF ships and the Ciren pirates ran headlong into Hobie's ships thus driving them into the line of the Star Fleet patrols.
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Centering his cock, Kirk pressed gently but firmly forward and inside.
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Klingon reinforcement ships attacked the Roms' flank and all the combatants were driven into Federation space.
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Kirk paused just past McCoy's tight ring to give the doctor a moment to adjust. As often as they did this, Kirk always waited for the tiny rebellion that accompanied this act to subside in McCoy before taking full possession him.
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Hobie's ship, the Lyra, was crippled in the melee and he and his crew were forced to abandon it.
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With Spock, as well as Jim, McCoy always felt a moment of resistance to being penetrated. As if the willing submission required for him and his lover to fully enjoy this act might not occur. It always did but McCoy was thankful that his lovers understood this and waited for him to surrender on his own instead of demanding it. On the other hand, were they to demand it, they might not get it.
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Knowing Hobie was in trouble, Maja brought his ships around to try to come to his brother's aid but is cut off and surrounded by Klingon ships.
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Kirk felt McCoy relax enough to press forward a little more. He was further encouraged by McCoy subtly thrusting up to meet his gentle strokes.
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Scanning the poorly shielded shuttlecraft making for the Yaga, the exec of the USS Eisler picked up Hobie's Federation Identifier Signal and had him beamed aboard and taken into custody.
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Kirk paused to rest as he hit bottom and reached beneath McCoy to stroke his cock. He rubbed McCoy's moisture over the length of the doctor's hardness.
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The rest of Hobie's crew, including Neria-Tza and Mizat got safely aboard the Yaga, and seeing that nothing could be done for Hobie, and on orders from Jir in telepathic communication with Hobie, they ran for it.
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Ready to be fucked, McCoy shifted suggestively under Kirk. Perceptively, Kirk interpreted these actions and began to move in tiny thrusts against the doctor's backside.
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Informed by the Ciren pirates, who were monitoring Maja's communications, that the outlaw and heretic GozineGhet was in command of the ship, Maja was ordered to surrender by Captain KvriXert of the Klingon Empire.
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Murmuring amorously into McCoy's neck, Kirk lengthened his strokes.
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Maja agreed to surrender if his ship and crew were released. He was beamed aboard the Klingon ship.
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Very close, Kirk pounded into McCoy's willing body and brought the doctor off in the same moment as himself. He lay propped up on his elbows to catch his breath for a moment before pulling out and rolling onto his back beside McCoy.
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As promised by Captain KvriXert, Maja's ship was released and rejoined Hobie's ships, now making for Droshri system where they hoped to regroup with Jir.
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McCoy reached over to tousle Kirk's hair and pull him into a playful kiss, when Spock commed from the bridge to inform his captain that he was ordered to the USS Albright to assist in the interrogation of Hobie Talljet.
* * *
/Not a lot we can do about it from here, Nolo./ Ling was stuck in the Xochian Autonomous zone.
/Ain't that the truth./ Jir was dodging the Aluq militia in the Droshri system. /Ling, see if you can find an old friend in the Klingon Empire and go see what you can do for Maja./
/I'm all right, Jir. It's the Xert clan I'm with. Old friends of the Ghets./ Maja neglected to mention he was in a heavily guarded cell nonetheless.
/And you're on your way to the Klingon homeworld, which even you can realize is bad news, Maja./ Hobie looked around his own heavily guarded cell on the Albright. He vaguely wished these Terrans would bring him some water that was not drugged. He did not allow his brothers to be aware of this thought.
/I'll go, Nolos, I know some people in the Klingon merchant fleet that owe me a favor./ Ling was hopeful that a way could be found to liberate Maja before Captain KvriXert reached Klingon.
/Hobie, I've sent word to Storen and Smig to petition to have your trial and incarceration on Vulcan due to your, and our, superior telepathic abilities. I'm also worried that you won't get a fair trial anywhere else./ Jir was worried that even on Vulcan there would be problems.
/The Terrans are howling for my head, Noli, they run the Federation. I assume I'm going to have a Federation trial, won't even Vulcan judges be forced to hang me to placate the Terrans?/ Hobie neatly outlined Jir's concerns.
/As your lawyer, I advise you not to be negative. Much depends on the kind of defense you get there./ Unbeknownst to his brothers, Jir had been preparing himself for this for years.
/Have faith, Hobie, Jir is an excellent lawyer./ Maja was almost as serene as he appeared to his Klingon guards, half of whom had already asked his forgiveness.
/No doubt. When was the last time you were in a Vulcan courtroom, Jir?/ Hobie bucked up a little.
/....... well, actually, never./
/What!/
/But I know how to do it./
/Never, Jir? I thought .../
/Maja, you've been away quite a while and Jir has had very successful cases elsewhere..../ Ling was one of Jir's major clients.
/Criminal cases under the Federation code?/ Hobie loved his brother but if he'd never...
/Don't forget the war crimes trial and the trial on Brosia 8. Those were criminal, no?/ Maja could smell blood and didn't know which brother to defend from which.
/Yes! And he won all of them. He's never lost a case. Have you Jir?/ Ling's optimism was a little rattled and he hoped it didn't show too much.
/This could be a first./ Hobie was having a really bad day.
/WELL, WHO ELSE ARE YOU GOING TO GET?/
/...../
/WELL?!/
/Well, no one, Jir, calm down please./ Hobie regretted his earlier lack of faith.
The brothers allowed themselves to settle into telepathic harmony once more.
/By the way, Jir, I'm sure you'll be magnificent but why have you never been in a Vulcan courtroom?/ Maja preferred to think about Hobie's situation rather than his own.
/I could always settle my Vulcan cases out of court. It's the only civilized way to do anything. And..../
/And....?/
/And the Vulcan court makes you shave your head and wear these very unflattering robes to appear before it./
/....../
/So! I'm going into a kangaroo court with a bald, badly dressed attorney on his maiden court appearance./
/YES./
/It's wonderful./
/I'll see you on Vulcan, Hobie./
/Godspeed, brothers./
/Godspeed./
* * *
'If these are your people, VulCheq, you're in a lot of trouble.'
Spock paused in his review of the events in the Shirkar Middle School #7 playground long ago. He looked over at Ensign Chekov piloting the shuttlecraft taking him to the Albright. There had been a small debate as to whether Sulu, a better pilot, or Chekov, also a good pilot but not as experienced as Sulu, shouhd deliver him through the dangerous space on the border. It was hoped that if they stayed well behind the line and in constant contact with the Star Fleet warships patrolling it they would have a safe journey. In the end it was decided that, in a pitched battle, Mr. Sulu's expertise was more needed for the many on the Enterprise as opposed to only Spock in the shuttlecraft.
'If these are your people, VulCheq, you're in a lot of trouble.' Hobie had said, breaking up Maja's first fight in defense of Spock.
SpockDeVulCheq still did not know if Hobie was right.
* * *
"So. If the half Vulcan can eat that much Vulcan sand to prove how Vulcan he is then you, as a monobreed, should be able to eat twice that, eh?"
The little group of Vulcan ten year olds around Spock turned to look at the stranger addressing them.
"It's logical, no?"
Spock rose to his feet and brushed the sand off his knees. He looked at the boy with long black hair brushed over his ears and in a tight braid down his back. The facial features were Vulcanoid but the twinkle in the large black eyes reminded him of his mother's family.
"So let's see ya do it."
The boy pushed past Spock to face down Smitok, Spock's main tormentor at school.
"Or are you less Vulcan than the VulCheq."
There was something in the stranger's voice that triggered the need in the group to take a step back, all except Spock and Smitok.
"I have nothing to prove to you, who ever you are." Smitok unwisely stepped forward.
"Oh yeah? I think you do. Maybe you just need some help getting it down." Maja kicked Smitok's legs out from under him and leapt on top of him. He had pried the struggling Vulcan's jaws open and poured in a handful of sand when the other children, except Spock, who was too stunned to move, leapt to Smitok's defense. They were five against one but Maja seemed to be holding his own.
Spock had just decided he should get some help before someone got hurt when two older boys also with long black braids down their backs waded into the brawl and pulled Maja out of it.
"MAJA, SHIIICHO! (Maja, stop it)," the taller of the two commanded dragging the younger boy back. The other big boy stayed between the five bloodied monobreed Vulcans and the strangers as they backed away. Spock found himself standing in an empty space between the two groups.
"SaLING!" Strin's sharp teacher voice rang out behind Spock as a smaller boy also with a braid down his back darted to the trio of strangers. "You are not to leave the classroom without ... permission ..."
Strin trailed off because he, like all the Vulcans present, was watching the cuts and bruises on Maja's face and hands disappear, then reappear on Hobie's face and hands before disappearing once and for all. The teacher shook himself and looked around the group. "And what is going on here?"
"Nothing," Maja offered innocently.
"Nothing?"
"I didn't see you in there," Jir said to Spock, referring to the fight on his behalf.
"These are my people, I will not fight them," Spock said piously.
"If these are your people, VulCheq, you're in a lot of trouble," Hobie told him, keeping a hand on Maja.
"Shiiiiiiiiow, Hobie (Leave him alone)." Maja shrugged under his brother's hand. "Hochofedra (It's my fight, my fun, why should he get involved?)."
"SaHobie and SaJir." SiVrisa, an administrator from the Preparatory Institute joined the group. "It is forbidden to leave the classroom without permission, however politely you excuse yourself." He looked around at the bleeding Vulcans, wary Talljets and puzzled Spock and Strin.
"I am sorry, sir, it was necessary but now I think everything is all right." Hobie turned Maja to face him and looked sternly into his eyes. "Shiiiow, Noli (no trouble, little brother)."
"Shiiiow, Nolo." Maja patted Hobie's cheek and turned to Ling. "Hemzjit, Ling (let's go)." He looked up at Strin, whom Maja, in the course of the morning class, had actually decided he liked. "Hemzjit, Strin." And walked off arm in arm with Ling.
Strin and SiVrisa exchanged bland looks. Strin turned to the remaining middle school boys and herded them back to either the classroom or the school healer, depending on the level of injury.
SiVrisa walked slowly back to the prep school with Hobie and Jir.
"How did you know there was trouble?" SiVrisa asked.
"I could feel it in my mind," Hobie answered, deciding to trust the Vulcan.
"And you, SaJir?"
"The same."
SiVrisa stopped and turned to the youths: "SaMaja will not succeed here if he fights. It is not the Vulcan way."
"At this moment, sir, I have more faith in my brother than your Vulcan way," Hobie said quietly.
Spock had heard the last part of this conversation from Maja a few days after the incident, when Maja was allowed to return to school due to Sarek's efforts on his behalf.
"Sir?" Chekov said quietly to rouse Spock from his reverie.
"Yes, Ensign?"
"We have arrived."
"Yes, I see that, Mr. Chekov." Spock looked around the shuttle bay of the Albright as they waited for the atmosphere to normalize for oxygen breathing life forms.
The exec of the Albright, Carlos Sunna, walked out to meet them.
"I didn't know you were on the Albright, Carlos." Spock had been two classes behind Sunna at the Academy. "I thought you were exec on the O'Brian."
"I was reassigned in the state of emergency. This is Commodore Wolfe's flagship, her captain requested I be assigned here." Sunna smiled at Spock. "I believe you know our captain, she used to be your old boss on the Enterprise, Number One."
Spock digested this news as he introduced Chekov to commander Sunna. Montana Wolfe, for reasons unknown to Spock, loathed him but he did not anticipate any interaction with her on his mission. Number One, now Captain One, Spock assumed, would remain as indifferent to him as always, unless he did something to displease her. Again, as far as he knew, this was not a situation where he would have any opportunity to please or displease her.
"Chekov? That's interesting." Sunna said, amused. "Captain Talljet said something odd yesterday when we asked him what he wanted for dinner. He said he wanted a Chekov. We couldn't figure it out." Laughing, he turned to Spock, who was not laughing.
"How do you find Captain One, Carlos?" Spock asked, changing the subject.
"Terrifying." Sunna led them into the turbolift.
Spock nodded. He himself found his former superior officer somewhat intimidating and challenging as well.
"Her first choice was you, Spock, but neither she nor the Commodore wanted to go up against Kirk for you."
"I did not think Commodore Wolfe would want me on her ship."
"She hates you, Spock, but this is serious out here. Serious enough for her to put aside her wounded vanity for a moment in the interest of defending the Federation..."
"What do you mean 'wounded vanity'?"
"Rumor is that a few years ago Wolfe got drunk, made a pass at you that you didn't even notice and that's why she hates you."
Spock glanced at Chekov, who was doing a bad job of not listening to the conversation.
"I do not recall the incident, Carlos." Spock said, dryly.
"Of course not, Spock, you never notice when anyone is making sexual overtures to you. You're incredible." Sunna looked at Chekov, whose eyes got big. "We had this bet at the Academy about which cadet would get Spock into ..."
"Carlos," Spock cut in. "Mr. Chekov is not interested in our cadet days."
Mr. Chekov modestly lowered his eyes.
Sunna reached out and stroked the ensign's soft cheek: "No, I guess not. Ah, here we are." He led them into the heavily guarded security area.
Hobie looked up with interest at the new arrivals: "Spock! You brought me Chekov. What a pal!"
Spock ignored him and raised his hand in the Vulcan greeting: "Live long and prosper, Hobie Talljet."
"What a thing to say, Spock. I'm locked up, heading for god knows what and all the food and drink they give me is drugged. I could use some water but I'll settle for Chekov instead." He smiled charmingly at the ensign. "But peace and long life, anyway." He waved his split fingers at Spock.
Spock turned to Sunna, who was having an intense conversation with one of the redshirts.
"The Institute suggested that drugs to lower his metabolism might depress his telepathic ability." Sunna said, rather shamefacedly, as he rejoined Spock and Chekov.
"I can assure you it would not, even if they were forced on him," Spock commented.
"Give me a moment, Spock." Sunna walked out of Security and returned a few moments later with a tray of food and a carafe of water. "I punched it up on the replicator for myself so it should be drug free."
"Thank you, Carlos," Spock said, taking the tray. "Will you find something to occupy Mr. Chekov while I speak to Captain Talljet?"
"I should love to, Spock." Sunna looked Chekov over with appreciation.
Spock raised an eyebrow but said nothing as he stepped into the first of four secure cubes leading to Hobie's cell.
"HEY! Where's he going? Hey, Chekov, don't leeeaaave meeeee like this," Hobie howled, much to the delight of the redshirts, who'd decided they quite liked him.
Hobie stepped back as the security screen cut his cell in half. Spock set the tray of food and drink on the table and stepped back himself as Hobie's cell was restored to its original size. Hobie walked up to his table and drank some of the undrugged water.
"Thanks to your friend, Sunna." Hobie sat to face the Vulcan.
Spock nodded and sat down as well. He reviewed his instructions from Admiral Jessup for a moment before he spoke: "The Federation has some questions, Hobie..."
"The Federation can go to hell." Hobie said around a piece of replicated Rijilian cheese. He frowned at it but the taste and texture did not improve.
"It will be helpful to you ..."
"No, it won't."
"The Federation proposes..."
"Whatever it is, I'm against it."
"HOBIE."
"What?"
"I am trying to help you."
Hobie sighed wearily: "Are you? You've come on an errand from StaFlet, in your StaFlet uniform, in a StaFlet craft, with your pretty little StaFlet Chekov, to help me. Help me what, Spock? Give FedPol enough rope to hang me? Thanks. Now that Sunna got me food and drink, I would prefer to have my privacy restored, if you don't mind. Or, if you really cared, you could send Chekov in here. Him, I could talk to all night, preferably lying down, naked."
Spock rose: "Perhaps you'll be more reasonable in a few hours."
"I doubt it, VulCheq. Oh and by the way, if you have a few spare moments in your rewarding Star Fleet lifestyle you might want to meditate on the fact the Klingons caught Maja and are taking him to the homeworld to stand trial as an outlaw and heretic. Something to think about next time your dress uniform collar is too tight and contemplation of the true sufferings of others is a balm to your own."
Spock turned away hoping Hobie would not see the distress his words caused, but Hobie saw it anyway.
/Rot in hell, SpockDeVulCheq./
Spock walked out of the room and sought out a comm unit. He asked to be put in contact with Commander Sunna and was told Mr. Sunna was in the officers' mess on deck eleven. Spock sought him there and found him watching Chekov eat and chat with some other Albright officers.
"That was fast." Sunna said as Spock sat down.
"He was not cooperative. I will try later. Carlos, I need to contact my father on Vulcan..."
"Did you come all the way out here just to use the comm unit, Spock?"
Spock and all those at the table rose to face Commodore Wolfe.
"No, ma'am. I have just learned that Hobie's brother has been arrested by the Klingons. I wish to convey this information to my father because Maja Talljet is a Federation citizen and needs to be represented to the Klingons as such."
Wolfe looked down her nose at him, quite a feat since he was taller: "Come to the bridge with me, Spock. Sunna, as well."
They rode in silence and stepped onto the Albright bridge.
end of part 48
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