This is a starter I'm working on for the next Improfanfic Starter
Sweepstakes (http://www.improfanfic.com/sweeps6).  It's due the 20th,
and any comments and critiques I could get before then would be
appreciated. ^^

Thanks.

***

Special Earth Defense Unit
GREYGALDS
an improfanfic started by Lawrence Chu

***

Twenty years ago, a band of men and women from all walks of Earth formed
together under multi-government funding so covert that none of the
participating nations' actual leaders knew about it.  These people
battled an unknown alien menace, all the way back to their home planet.
Their courage, dedication, and leadership ability were the type one
reads about in textbooks; the soldiers themselves the embodiment of
human ideals.

This is not their story.

***

ROUTINE:01
Downbeat Funk
by Lawrence Chu

***

Junnosuke glanced at the clock, then at the family room, where the door
was slid closed.  "Dad?" he called out.  "Wake up!"

A loud snore was all the response he received.

Tap tap tap, went Junnosuke's foot.  "Daaaad," he intoned, impatience
apparent.  "Will you please wake up?"

No effect.

"All right, Dad, I'm gonna go out with my friends and shoot up a bit!
Afterwards, I'm gonna go used-panty shopping and maybe pick up a couple
of girls who'll try them on and take'em off for me, all right?"

*ZZzzzzzZZZzZsnrtzzzZZZzZzzZZ*

Junnosuke rolled his eyes.  "Seriously, Dad, if you don't wake up in a
few minutes, I'm gonna be late for my entrance exa--"

***

*VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMskreEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET*

***

"--ms?"

With an apologetic look, Kigurou Shoujin lowered his head slightly and
fired off a quick "please forgive me for almost making you late" before
giving Junnosuke a quick peck on the forehead and depositing him in
front of the doorway to K University.

Then just as suddenly, with nothing but a ringing in Junnosuke's ears
from the tires squealing and the  treadmarks on the road to indicate any
sort of presence, he was gone.

Junnosuke blinked once, then twice, then sighed.  This sort of thing was
pretty much routine in their household.  They'd go through similar moves
when he needed to get to cram school, or when his dad needed to get to
work, or whatever.  Every single week, this sort of thing would happen,
to the point of being able to set a watch to it.

He sighed again, this time a little bit more annoyed.  His father could
be so weird sometimes.

Ah, well, he decided, as he walked through the front door and handed the
receptionist his ID.  He had more important things to do now; the world
could wait.

***

There are times when one realizes that, indeed, it's going to be one of
THOSE days, where one headache is followed immediately by another.  For
Kigurou Shoujin, it started around the time right before he woke up, and
made itself indelibly clear five minutes after setting foot in the
workplace.

"Dammit, Shoujin!" Kyuukutsu--the boss figure--exclaimed as he slammed
his fist on the desk.  "That's the third time you've been late in the
past two weeks!"

Kigurou held his head with one head while nursing a cup of coffee with
the other.  "My son has entrance exams today, and--"

"Entering a scam?  What kind of child are you RAISING?"

Sip coffee, roll eyes from behind palm of hand, try again.  "I said,
ENTRANCE EXAMS.  He's trying to get into K University.  He's NOT a
criminal."  He set the cup down, making an audible thok! as it connected
with the desk.  "I'm sorry for coming in late today," he said as he
bowed his head slightly. "It shouldn't happen again."

"Fine, fine.  Just...don't fall behind, and I'll be all right.  Don't
forget, we're your family here, and we want to help you out."  Now it
was the boss's name to rub his head.  "As long as you're doing well
here, we're a happy family.  But if not...just remember, we're here for
you, Kigouron."

"Kigurou."

"Right, right, right," Kyuukutsu mumbled as he walked away, leaving
Kigurou to his headache and coffee.  Yep, he thought to himself, it's
one of THOSE days.

***

Junnosuke concentrated on his test, and scritched down his answers.  The
slow and steady tick tick tick of the monitor's watch could be heard
throughout the classroom...

***

Kigurou kept on working, steadily punching away at the keyboard and
drinking coffee.  The heavy and rhythmic tock, tock, tock of the hall
clock was omnipresent to his ears...

***

Time passed.  Too much time, even, if you're Junnosuke Shoujin.  So much
time, in fact, that he decided to walk to the local tram and take THAT
as close to home as possible, and walk back.  Considering he had
expected his father to pick him up two hours before, he felt he had the
right to be somewhat upset.

Storming up the steps of their housing complex, he aggressively, almost
violently threw open the door (but kept his hand on it so it wouldn't
slam)--

--and halted when he realized his father was sitting with a couple of
guests.

Co-workers?  Probably not, considering how formally dressed they were
inside the house.  Co-workers would've at least taken off the jackets on
their suits, but no; these people were as fully dressed as could be
without having lamp cords in their ears.

"Mr. Shoujin, I know it's been a while, and I understand you have your
reasons for leaving, but may we please ask you to reconsider--"

"No," his father stated, more firmly than Junnosuke had ever heard him.
This, to him, was more than enough reason to be startled, since he had
never known his father to have any sort of spine.

"Now, if you'll excuse me," his father continued, "I see my son is here,
and we'll be heading out for dinner tonight.  Good evening."  He bowed
his head lightly, then stood up.

The guests stood up and bowed back, and passed by Junnosuke on the way
to the door.

"What was that about, Dad?" he asked, a few minutes after the departure.

"I'm sorry I couldn't pick you up today, Jun," his father replied, in
his normal, tired voice.  "I'll tell you about it in a minute.  Let's go
get something to eat."

***

The two of them sat down at a table in the noodle shop, waiting for
their orders to be delivered.  Kigurou sipped at his beer lightly, while
Junnosuke took a couple of gulps from his tea.

Time passed, and their meals were still being prepared.  Junnosuke drank
some more tea.  Kigurou sipped away at his beer.

"So, Dad, exactly what was all that stuff at home about?"

The only response he got was the sound of beer being sipped.

"Were they Yakuza?"

Kigurou waited until he stopped choking on his beer before responding.
"No, no, no--it's a long story, from well before you were born.  I guess
I can tell you that much, at least."

"Not more?"

"Well--"

"Your orders," the noodle waitress interrupted, as she set the noodles
down.

"Thanks." Kigurou stirred his noodles a bit, and puffed on them before
taking a bite.  "C'mon, eat.  I'll tell you about it over the food."

Junnosuke hesitantly poked at his noodles, then took a bite.  "All
right, Dad, whenever you're ready."

Three bites in, Kigurou opened his mouth.

"I was about your age.  I'd just finished high school, but I didn't make
the universities I was planning on.  I spent some of my free time
searching for a job, because--despite being ronin--I had a reputation
for helping out in a lot of the school clubs, and was able to use that
as a strong point in company interviews.

"I applied for a few government positions--I figured that civil servants
had more job security.  All of them were administrative-type positions
where I could work on managing people and helping them out--"

"Right out of high school?" Junnosuke asked.

"That's what I was hoping to do," Kigurou answered.  "I didn't know it
like I do now.  Anyway, one or two of those spots I was aiming for was
actually military, and I guess they caught their eye."

"You were in the Army?"

Kigurou paused to take a couple of bites of noodles.  "Not exactly."

"Then what..."

"I'll get to that in a second, just lemme finish some more of this
before it gets cold.  You, too."

They continued their meal, though Junnosuke spent some of that time
puzzling over what his father said.

"They weren't really looking for administrative positions...not for me,
anyway," Kigurou mentioned, as he puffed lightly on the noodles.  "They
saw me as an able body who could be used in battle.  Not exactly the
first thing I would've thought of doing, but when they presented the
situation to me, I decided that it was something I had to do."

"What was that?"

"...defending the Earth," Kigurou said after a brief pause.

It was Junnosuke's turn to cough on his noodles.  "Seriously?"

"Seriously," his father responded.  "I mean, when they present it to you
like that, you probably wouldn't turn it down, either."

He took another bite from his noodles and continued.  "There were ten of
us in all, I think.  The organization I was working for wasn't really
JSSDF, but they were the ones who hired me as a candidate.  I was going
to be one of the ten to be part of an underground defense force."

Junnosuke stared at his father, face devoid of any emotion beyond
dumbfoundedness.  It sounded like one of those silly cartoons or squad
shows he watched as a kid!

"It sounds ridiculous, I know.  I couldn't believe it myself until I
actually saw my new 'partner.'"

"Partner?"

"My mecha."

Junnosuke pinched himself to ensure he wasn't dreaming.  More and more
incredible, with every word...

"That's right.  The mecha we used were the first of its kind,
experimental models.  We called'em 'Greygalds.'"

"'Greygalds?'  Why?"

"It sounded cool."

Kigurou waited until his son picked himself off the floor before he
continued.  "Better than its serial number, at least.  I don't remember
which one of us came up with it, but it stuck."

He paused, and took another sip of his beer.  "Anyway, the men you saw
were from the JSSDF."

"What did they want from you?"

"..." Kigurou poked at his noodles, slightly weakly.

"Well?"

"...I want to finish these off before they get any colder--"

Junnosuke put his hands on his father's, intercepting them before they
reached the noodle bowl.  "Tell me, Dad.  Was it about me?"

"...No.  It was about me," his father stated, as his gaze hardened right
before his eyes.  There was no doubt about it, he thought--this person
was a lot different from the slightly bumbling, apologetic person he
called 'Dad.'

"Now," Kigurou finished, "I'd like to finish my noodles sometime this
century, if you don't mind.  Yours are probably getting pretty cold,
too.  Finish yours up and we'll head back."

***

The first few minutes of the tram ride to the housing complex were
silent.  It was only after the second stop that Junnosuke dared pose any
sort of question to his father.

"What was it like?"

"Hm?"

"Back then," he insisted.  "What was it like, your first time in the
Greygalds and its maiden voyage?"

Kigurou stared out the window, watching cars and motorcycles and bikes
and pedestrians pass by.  "The first time?  It was horrifying, but
incredible at the same time.  Like...the feeling you have when you've
got a toy that can do much more than anything you'd ever be able to do
by hand.  Think of...well...it was like the time I first got to try
driving a car."

"...a car?" Junnosuke enquired, slightly doubtfully.

"Like that feeling times ten, or times a hundred.  It's the feeling you
get when you've got more power in your hands than a hundred people get
to manage in a lifetime.  You think about anything and everything that
could happen while you're in that cockpit, and it's terrifying...but at
the same time, it's thrilling," he admitted.

"Wow," Junnosuke sighed.  "That sounds great."

"It was, that first time," his father responded.  "But it couldn't last
forever.  Soon after I signed on, I met your mother.  And when we got
married and she got pregnant with you, I made a vow to stop piloting it,
for your sake."

"Why..."

"There were other reasons for me to stop piloting in the end, too, but
you were the main reason.  The day she died, I promised that the first
priority of my life was to take care of you...that I'd make sure you
grew up to be a great man, and lived a good life."

His father paused again.  "I'd like to think I've done well, so far.  I
think she'd be proud of you, too."

Junnosuke looked up at his father...a man who always wore that slightly
worn, weary expression...a man who was smiling wistfully, and looking
even more different than the other side he had seen before.

"Don't worry, Dad.  No matter what I do, I'll always make sure you're
proud of me."

And then he simply, brightly, genuinely smiled back at his father.

***

GREYGALDS.

                                     ***


.SDLAGYERG

***

Sundays were sleep-in days in the Shoujin household.  Father and son
would bask peacefully in the sun as shined upon their napping forms.

Unless, of course, the phone was ringing.  In which case, son would
groggily reach out towards the phone's general direction, and answer it.

"Hello?...he's sleeping right now, can I take a message?...one sec,
lemme get a pen..."

Despite not getting out of bed, son was able to thrust his hand towards
a pen and apply it to paper.

"Okay, your phone number was...got it...you're welcome...bye." *click*

And all was peaceful again in the apartment.

***

For another couple of hours, anyway.

The noise in the household started its steady increase about the time
Kigurou Shoujin picked up the phone and dialed the lazily-written number
scrawled on the notepad beside it.

"/Hello?/"

"This is Kigurou Shoujin--"

"/Shoujin.  I'll be direct: we need you.  We're assembling a new
Greygalds corps, but all our recruits will be inexperienced.  Your
experience with The Enemy is extensive; we need all the help we can get
if they are in fact planning on attacking again./"

"Perhaps I wasn't clear when I told your men 'no' yesterday," Kigurou
noted, with a tint of ice in his voice.

"/Believe me, Shoujin.  If I thought we had any alternatives, I would've
 used them.  I understand perfectly why you don't want to come back.
But we have no other choice./"

"And if I don't?  What'll you do, arrest me?"

"/...You know we can't do that./"

"Exactly," Kigurou said, his voice icing over.  "I can't help you.  And
even if I could, I wouldn't.  Nothing you could do would ever get me to
come back.  Not even if you bowed down before me and licked my feet.  Do
I make myself clear?"

"/.../"

"DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"

"/...Crystal./"

"Good."

Kigurou hung up the phone and turned around, just in time to see his son
standing at the doorway.  With his eyes wide open in amazement, in
fear...

"They want you back in, don't they?"

Kigurou mutely nodded.

His son stood there for another moment, then walked silently away from
the room, leaving him to his thoughts.

***

Lunchtime.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Jun?"

"About this whole Greygalds thing...why not go back?"

Kigurou set his bowl of soup down for a moment.  "I can't tell you.  As
much as I want to tell you, I can't.  I'm sorry."

"It's the right thing to do, isn't it?  Saving the world and
everything?"

"I'm too old to even think about handling the Greygalds anymore--"

"But they need YOU, right?  You and you specifically.  Maybe they don't
want you to pilot the thing.  Maybe they want you to run the desk, or
serve as an officer or something."

"Trust me, they want me to pilot--"

"Things change, Dad.  Admit it, you don't know exactly what they want--"

"That's exactly the POINT!" Kigurou responded, voice getting angrier.
"I DON'T know why they want me.  And I don't WANT to know."

He sipped some soup from his bowl.  "Too much has happened to me as a
Greygalds pilot for me to ever voluntarily go back.  I don't care
whether they want me to pilot a Greygalds or a desk; I'm not going back.
End of discussion."

"It's NOT the end of the discussion, Dad!" Junnosuke protested.  "It's
too important a matter to be bothered with selfish desires.  Don't you
get it?  If you're the only one who can save the Earth, you DO it!"

"NOT AT THAT COST, I DON'T!" his father roared back...before calming
himself down.  "Look.  It's not all fun and games like you'd think it
would be.  I felt good about piloting it in the beginning, because I
felt like I was helping.  But it started wearing me down, little by
little.  Your mother kept me from going insane--if it weren't for her
caring and understanding, I wouldn't have survived in that place.

"That's one of the reasons why I quit when she died--there was too much
grief involved.  I couldn't go on after that, or else I would have
completely broken down and hurt people.  People I care about, people I
love...

"I don't want to lose myself, Jun.  And that's what I'm afraid of
whenever I see or hear Greygalds, whether it's in my dreams, or
memories, or all this re-enlisting nonsense.  I've seen what this can do
to people, and I don't want it to happen to me."

Kigurou puffed on the soup a bit, and continued drinking from the bowl.
Junnosuke merely stared at his bowl, dabbling with the spoon inside.

"...I understand, Dad."

"I'm sorry, Jun.  Reality is different from ideals.  I'm a 9-to-5 schmoe
now, just a salaryman.  My days with the Greygalds are long past."

"I know, I know," Junnosuke said, dejectedly.

The rest of the meal was had in silence.

***

The silence was still there two days afterward.  Despite the lack of any
tension between father and son, there was no conversation, no cheer,
either.
The household was suddenly a tired one.

Even the mere _mention_ of it, Kigurou thought bitterly to himself,
caused problems to happen.  The tedium of his day job compounded the
amount of time he spent thinking of _it._  It wouldn't allow itself to
fade; the endless clacking on the keyboard, the mind-numbing staring at
the screen as words fell across, the low-but-consistent chatter
throughout the office--it would all fade from his mind, until he saw
_it_ while in a daydreaming state.  Then he would snap back to reality,
blissful reality, blissful...monotony?  Boredom?

Sighing, he kept on working, doing nothing to prevent his ghosts from
wandering in and out of his head.

***

Junnosuke sat at home, having decided to take a couple of days off to
think things over for himself.  Sitting along the apartment's window,
sipping a box of juice, he spent hours trying to understand his father.
His dad obviously was a lot different in his younger days, but how much
different?  Was he like the man facing the government officials?  Or was
he more like the person he saw on the way back home that day?  How much
of each was in there?

And his refusal to go back...why?  He understood it, in some sort of
way.  Junnosuke wasn't completely naive; he knew that people died in
wars, close friends or not.  But the stakes...what could have possibly
happened that would cause his father refuse to defend the planet?

He snapped out of his reverie in time to hear the answering machine kick
in after five rings.

"Shoujin.  I'm asking you one last time: please reconsider.  I'll... I'm
one begging you.  Just hear me out this once; it's all I ask.

"I've taken the liberty of setting up a meeting place for the two of us.
Whether or not you accept the invitation is up to you..."

Junnosuke simply stared at the machine as the man on the other side
proceeded to give the time and place.  He then copied the location down
on the notepad, then tore the sheet off and put it in his pocket.  It
wasn't until tomorrow, so he could prepare himself overnight.

If his father wasn't going to save the world, that was all right--he
understood.  But he'd be damned if he couldn't do something to help it
himself.

***

"I'm home."

Kigurou walked into the apartment and took off his shoes, and made his
way to the livingspace and collapsed on the floor...

...when his eyes rested on the sight of the answering machine blinking.

"Well, that's strange--why didn't Junnosuke answer it?" he muttered to
himself.  He knew Jun was home all day--he had personally told the
teacher he would be absent, and Jun wasn't the kind of kid who would go
back on his word.  (Word being that he'd stay home to think about
everything.)  He snuck his hand out to the answering machine and played
the message.

"/Shoujin.  I'm asking you one last--/"

Kigurou groaned and rolled away.  When would they learn that 'no' meant
'no?'

About thirty seconds after the beep indicating the end of the message,
Junnosuke opened the door to his room and rubbed his eyes.  "Welcome
back, Dad," he mumbled.

"Napping?"

"Yeah, my brain gets tired after so much thinking," Junnosuke replied
with a lightly wry grin.  "So, what's up?"

"Dinner," his father replied.  "Too tired to make anything, though."

"You wanna eat out?"

His dad paused for a moment, to decide.

"Where?"

***

Noodles again, it seemed.  No matter what would happen, they would end
up at this noodle shop.

"It's got a special meaning to me, you know," Junnosuke's father
commented.  "This place has been around since I was a kid, and this was
one of your mother's favorite places to eat when I was dating her.  We
used to order different dishes each time we came here."

"Oh?" Junnosuke briefly inquired as he took a bite of his own noodles.

"Yeah," his father replied, with the slightest hint of a smile on his
face.  "We used to know one of the old chefs around here, but he moved
back to Osaka after his apprenticeship here."

"This place was a school?"

"Nah, just a really good noodle joint."  He stopped for a moment to puff
on his noodles and ingest a couple of bites.  "The head chef was a
really friendly guy, too, not to mention the best noodlemaker whose
wares I ever had the chance to enjoy.  His son's quite good, too, but
his father was a legend in almost every sense of the word..."

Junnosuke looked down and poked at his bowl.  "I wonder how much he
learned from his dad..."

"The son?"

"Yeah, the son," he replied.  "Did he do apprenticeships somewhere else,
or was it taught entirely by his father?  Or his people skills--who
taught him those?  Did he want to be a noodle chef, or did his father
force him to be one, to inherit the restaurant?"

"I...really don't know," his father replied.  "Whatever happened, the
son IS a good chef, but he...just never compared to his father.  Other
people who remember him will agree, I think."

Junnosuke raised his glass of water, much to his father's surprise.

"To the days of old?" he offered.

His father looked back at him, surprised by the smile on his face, and
the one broadening on his own.

"To the days of old," he replied, raising his own glass of beer in
response.

***

Junnosuke woke up the next day, both somewhat happy and sad.  His father
left for work, announcing his departure before actually doing so.

And with that, it was time for him to depart, as well.  The bags
couldn't have been packed the night before, or else his father would've
known.  So off some items on the shelf would go, and into the sacks he
had bought only a day before.

About half an hour before the designated meeting time, Junnosuke Shojin
finished packing up everything he was looking for, and stopped in front
of his mother's shrine.

Wordlessly, he closed his eyes, knelt in front of it and bowed.  Then he
turned around and pulled an envelope from his pocket (labeled "To Dad")
and left it on the table.

As he stepped through the door into the stairway area, he turned around
for one last look at the apartment.

"I'll make sure you're proud of me," he declared, simply,
matter-of-factly.

Then the door closed and locked shut.

***

"I'm home," Kigurou said as he opened the door...

...and walked into a warzone.

The kitchen area was clean, but the living space had material strewn all
around, from bits and pieces of paper to books to...

"Jun..."

...and Junnosuke's door was open, but--

Kigurou shoved pieces of debris aside, as if tidying up the place,
trying to figure out why--

"Jun?"

--it was as if someone has ransacked--

"Junnosuke?!"

--he ran to his son's room, the one place he wasn't allowed to barge
into but the door was open, and it was almost completely empty--

"JUNNOSUKE?!"

Kigurou lost all semblance of control, wondering who would take his
child and what kind of sick bastard and how did they get past all the
neighbors and why HIS kid and where's the phone he needed the police--

--his eyes rested on a letter, sitting neatly on the table in the living
space despite everything else littered about in chaos.

Frantically, he leapt at the note and tore away at the envelope, prying
open the note as he forced himself to read every...single...

The piece of paper drifted from his hands, as shock overcame him.  His
boy was...

Was...

He collapsed on the floor, and turned about to face the one other
completely untouched part of the room: the memorial shrine.

"Saeru," he pleaded, "I promised I'd never do it again.  The last thing
I want is to relive the hell I went through.  All the fighting, all the
losses, all the death...I don't want to take part in it anymore.

"But I don't know what else I can do, either.  Jun's going in with his
ideals and beliefs.  It's too much like the way I felt when I first went
enlisted.  You can see the way I was in him, can't you?"

The picture of Saeru Shoujin smiled back.

"I don't want him to experience the nightmares I did.  I don't want him
turning out to be the broken man I've become.  I can't leave him be,
Saeru.  But..."

He faltered, trying to find the words he was looking for.  Failing that,
he bowed deeply to the shrine.  "Please, you have to tell me!  What
should I do?  What can I do?  What DO I do?"

He looked up, and his eyes met the serene smile of his late wife.  That
same smile she used to wear when she said that everything would be okay,
all was forgiven, the love would always be there...

And at that moment, Kigurou Shoujin made his decision.

***

Twenty years ago, a band of men and women from all walks of Earth formed
together under multi-government funding so covert that none of the
participating nations' actual leaders knew about it.  These people
battled an unknown alien menace, all the way back to their home planet.
Their courage, dedication, and leadership ability were the type one
reads about in textbooks; the soldiers themselves the embodiment of
human ideals.

This is not their story.

This is the story of a father and son, and the trials they would undergo
to prove their dedication to each other.

A simple story of love.

***

Notes:

I don't know what to say about this story, other than its inspiration
has been taken from pretty much every anime I've ever watched and
loved--from Rurouni Kenshin to Black Heaven to Jubei-chan (yep, this
time the influence is intentional!) to Evangelion and Robotech...the
list goes on.

I've actually envisioned this as a comedy/character drama more than a
mecha action story; rather than a defined enemy and backstory, I've left
it deliberately vague so that authors can concentrate more on the
characters.  Obviously, there are more characters than Jun and
Kigurou--you guys add in the teammates as you go.  Since it's an
"international" squadron, feel free to make'em whatever you feel like.

The latter half of this starter feels really serious; it got a lot
heavier than I expected it to.  I was hoping to make the making-up scene
a bit more humorous and off-the-wall, but I just wasn't sure how to pull
it off even reasonably believably.  Seriously, you can add more humor
than I had in here if you'd like.

Thanks go to everyone who helped preread this fic--there are too many of
you to mention, though Lady Chaos was the most notably vocal.  Thanks
also has to go out to Lurker for helping me finalize the name of the
mecha, and to you the reader for...well, reading this.  As well as
anyone who decides to vote for this. ^^

Meanwhile, I'm outta here. ^_^

Lawrence
http://pomi.sandwich.net/

Albums listened to during the writing of this fic:
Serial Experiments Lain - Cyberia Mix
Morcheeba - Fragments of Freedom
Various other songs laying about

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father...don't f*** on my family. Apologize to the rice." -- Chow
Yun-Fat, A Better Tomorrow II
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