Best Case Scenario
by: Tessa 

Rated: NC-17
 
 

Spoiler alert: Contains spoilers for "Worst Case Scenario".

Summary: This story is an episode addition for "Worst Case Scenario". Janeway gets more than she
bargained for when she tries to see what Chakotay’s up to on the holodeck.

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"With all due respect, Tuvok…loosen up," said Captain Janeway with a smile. "You may have intended this program to be a tactical training tool, but it seems to me to have turned into a bit of harmless fun."

The senior staff was debating the merits of Tuvok’s holodeck program, "Insurrection Alpha," which he had begun writing shortly after Chakotay and his Maquis crew had joined Voyager after the destruction of the Caretaker’s array – the incident that had stranded them all in the Delta Quadrant. Tuvok thought he had deleted it, unfinished, once he determined that the threat of a Maquis mutiny was in fact minimal, but Lt. Torres had uncovered it while purging the database. She, and over 30 other crew members, had tried it out and judged the mock mutiny to be completely compelling.

Chakotay spoke up. "I appreciate your concern, Tuvok. It is conceivable that the simulation has the potential to stir up bad feelings between the former Starfleet and Maquis crew members. I tell you what. Since I’m the "bad guy" of the piece, and since I probably have a better handle than anyone else on the feelings and sensitivities of my former crew, maybe I should take a look at it. If it doesn’t give me any heartburn, it’s not likely to cause problems with anyone else. Oh – and I promise not to have any hard feelings if you’ve portrayed me in a less than stellar light. After all, you didn’t really know me very well at the time – and the whole purpose of the scenario was to anticipate the worst, right?"

"That is certainly true, Commander," Tuvok agreed. "And I suppose it is logical that if you have no objection to the program, it could be considered non-controversial."

"Good. I’ll try it out this evening, and if it’s a go, at tomorrow morning’s staff meeting we can talk about who’s going to finish it –if the crew doesn’t get an ending, we might have a real mutiny on our hands!"

"Sounds like a reasonable plan. Well, I believe that’s all the business for this meeting. Dismissed!" announced the Captain.

She stayed behind as they all left the room, her gaze following Chakotay out the door, her brows knitted in puzzlement. Thirty-three crewmen had accessed the program a total of 47 times, he had noted. He didn’t realize she had done that bit of research as well – and was well aware that he had already utilized the simulation, not once but twice. Now why would he act as though he hadn’t? What was he up to? Hmmm…just a small puzzle, but she loved working out puzzles, especially where Chakotay was concerned.

The remainder of Alpha shift passed uneventfully. Before leaving her ready room at the end of shift, Janeway checked the holodeck log – Chakotay had reserved Holodeck 2 at 1900 hours. *Good,* she thought. *Gives me time for a quick meal and a bit of relaxation before I look over his shoulder to see what he’s up to.*

She skipped the messhall and replicated a light meal in her quarters. As she ate her soup, she contemplated the evening’s "entertainment." Her original intent was to remotely view the holodeck simulation on a monitor in her quarters. But…wouldn’t it be fun to be part of the action? What if she slipped into the program, replacing the holo-Janeway without Chakotay realizing it? She could probably manage to do it when holo-Janeway "beamed" back onto Voyager from the shuttle.

It might turn out to be a complete bore – she hadn’t been able to resist checking the program out herself and realized that Janeway’s role was minimal – but maybe she could figure out how to change things a bit. She had a few ideas. It would be exciting to be interacting with Chakotay without him realizing it was really her. And there would be two Chakotays to enjoy – the holographic mutineer, and the live one who would be filling the role of a junior officer on Tuvok’s security team.

Two Chakotays – now that was a provocative thought. Janeway began to contemplate how she would employ a second Chakotay in one of her many erotic daydreams of her sexy First Officer.

Shortly before 1900 hours, she began monitoring Holodeck 2 on her screen. A few minutes later, Chakotay appeared inside the holodeck; he had not yet activated the program. The first thing he did was disappear into a dressing alcove, emerging a few moments later already outfitted as a Maquis rebel. Obviously he didn’t plan to run the scenario from the beginning. He barked out several instructions. "Computer, run program Insurrection Alpha beginning at Act 2, Scene 5. Delete character Chakotay. Append program Chakotay Beta-3-6. Engage privacy lock."

*Damn, I don’t have much time,* thought Janeway. He was skipping nearly to the end of the program – and so much for being entertained by two Chakotays. Obviously he had no interest in evaluating the scenario, as he had led everyone to believe. Quickly she began pinning up her hair into the "bun of steel" she wore at the time the scenario was developed. Some details might escape Chakotay’s notice, but she knew her hairstyle was not one of them. Chakotay had a "thing" about her hair, she was sure of that.

"Computer, override Holodeck 2 privacy lock, authorization Janeway Pi-Alpha-3, initiate site-to-site transport to Holodeck 2, to hallway outside holographic brig, erase log." This put her into position to replace holo-Janeway as she attempted to free the prisoners, which should happen very soon. Janeway sneaked a peek inside the brig. It was full of the holo-crew, guarded by a holo-guard. Several minutes went by, then Janeway noticed that the sounds emanating from the brig had ceased. *How odd.* She cautiously glimpsed back in – all the characters had vanished. *What the…* "Computer, how many holographic characters are active at this time?"

"One character is active. Captain Janeway."

*Chakotay deleted everyone but me? Now why would he do…* Janeway’s cogitation was interrupted by the holo-Janeway striding toward her, phaser rifle pointed directly at her. "Who the hell are you, impersonating a captain with those pips? I thought Chakotay was leading this little mutiny," she queried.

"Computer, delete character Janeway." The character vanished in mid-stride. She grabbed the phaser rifle
and stepped into the brig area, putting her plans into action quickly. In the simulation she had seen before,
Chakotay and Janeway shot each other and both went down. That wouldn’t be very much fun. She set
the holo-rifle so that it would misfire, then shielded her body behind the guard’s console. Once Chakotay
knew she had a non-functional weapon, he wouldn’t need to "shoot" her – or so she hoped. Normally,
Janeway hated not being in control. But she doubted very seriously that Chakotay was going through this
exercise to be defeated by her, and she wanted to see what he was planning.

She didn’t have long to wait. Suddenly Chakotay’s head appeared at the edge of the doorway and he fired a phaser toward her. She lifted the rifle and pulled the trigger, throwing the rifle at him in feigned disgust when it failed to fire. He ducked as the weapon flew past him, then walked up to Janeway with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

"Hello, Kathryn. Glad you could join me."

Janeway noted some indefinable quality in his eyes – something with an edge of danger to it – it sent a chill down her back, but also a twinge to a much more personal part of her body. *Damn, he’s sexy in that Maquis outfit. I have enough trouble keeping my hands off him when he’s my restrained, solicitous Starfleet puppy. But this intimidating rebel…why are women always attracted to bad boys?* she mused.

"I just couldn’t stay away," she retorted. "Some old fashioned notion about duty to my ship and crew – oh, but you wouldn’t understand about those things. Guess I wasn’t the judge of character I thought I was. You certainly turned out to be a major disappointment."

"Perhaps in time I can change your opinion. I have many fine qualities you haven’t yet experienced," he said with amusement, smiling just enough to hint at the killer dimples. He stepped closer, the phaser in one hand still trained on her. Janeway’s heart started beating faster. "For example, I’m very good with my hands." He lifted one hand and stroked a finger down Janeway’s cheek. She shuddered from the unexpected contact. Another twinge below her belly. "Come on, Kathryn. Let’s take a little walk."

He took her arm and guided her out of the brig, down the hallway, and onto the turbo lift. "Deck 3," he barked. In silence they rode to the deck housing the officers’ quarters. He led her toward the captain’s suite. With every step her heart beat a little faster. Why would he take her there, unless… She began to get very nervous. Maybe dropping in on his little scenario was a very, very bad idea. She should stop it, right now, right now before…

And there they were at the door. Chakotay tapped in the code, the door slid open and he nudged her inside. He placed the phaser on a high shelf, well out of Janeway’s reach, then turned to her. She struggled to keep her cool and stay in character.

"An odd place to house a prisoner, Mr. Chakotay. Why have you brought me here?"

He advanced on her, and she slowly retreated until she felt the wall at her back. Suddenly he seized her wrists and pinned them to the wall above her head. He pressed his body close to hers, taking away any leverage she might have had to knee him or shove him away.

"I’ve been waiting longer than you know for this moment, Kathryn. And I won’t wait any more."

He covered her mouth with his as she struggled against him. She fought to keep her lips closed, quite aware that anyone who had kissed a hologram would know she wasn’t one. Open war broke out within her. *Oh gods, who knew he could be so aggressive, so assertive, such a bundle of testosterone. Oh damn, rip my clothes off and take me against this wall right now… No! I can’t do this! We can’t do this! I have to stop him right now before it goes any further! What the hell am I doing!*

Chakotay relaxed his body and grip a bit, and moved his mouth away from hers. He began whispering in a husky voice, as he nuzzled her hair, nibbled on her ears, and kissed her all around her face and neck. She stopped fighting him and stared impassively past his face, refusing to meet his eyes.

"I know you think I’m an unprincipled son of a bitch, and I guess I am, but I can no longer repress what you do to me. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you on my viewscreen, since you stood up to me on your bridge when I berated that mercenary Paris, since you unflinchingly destroyed the Caretaker’s array to save the Ocampans… your fire burns me and I intend to be consumed by it, here and now."

Oh gods, he had found that especially sensitive area on the side of her neck. Almost involuntarily she tilted her head to give him better access to it. *You idiot, you should be fighting this, stopping it…You CANNOT do this! Stop him NOW!* Rational thought was leaving her and she began breathing heavily. He was still whispering in a slow, hypnotic voice:

"I know how much you like to know what’s going on, so let me describe for you what happens next." He continued his assault on her neck, ears, and face; licking, nibbling, and kissing lightly. "We’re going into the bedroom. You’ll then have a choice. You can remove your clothes yourself, or I can rip them off of you."

He spoke very slowly and seductively, punctuating each statement with more kisses, licks, and nips.

"You will lie on the bed. I will tie your wrists to the bedposts with silk scarves. You will watch me as I take my clothes off."

He paused, evaluating the effect of his words. This was the first time he had run his addition to the program. He hadn’t programmed any specific actions for holo-Janeway, he was relying on her personality subroutines to respond appropriately, and he wasn’t sure what to expect from her. Not that it mattered how she reacted; although he’d never been one to try holo-sex before, his obsession with Janeway had reached a point that he had to relieve the tension some way. He certainly could never have a scene like this with the real Kathryn – it just wasn’t in his nature to treat her or any other woman the way he was treating this hologram.

Janeway stared straight ahead with a glazed look in her eyes – a posture of non-participation, it appeared.
A plausible reaction.

Chakotay continued, still caressing her face and neck with his soft lips. "Then I will proceed to explore every inch of your body with my hands, lips, teeth, and tongue. I will find and exploit every erogenous zone you have, and before I am through, you will have a climax so explosive that a supernova would be the pop of a soap bubble in comparison."

The war in Janeway’s head was over. Resistance was futile. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it would come out of her chest. The twinges below had become a steady throb, and she could feel the copious wetness between her legs. Any thought she had of ending this was crowded out by the erotic images Chakotay had created in her mind. To hell with protocol. Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead…

He backed off a little and steered her into the bedroom. "Now, Captain, do you wish to disrobe on your own, or would you like help?" he said with his sonorous voice, standing close behind her, his big hands moving over her shoulders.

In answer she began to unzip her uniform jacket, still with her back to him. The notion of having him rip her clothes off was extremely enticing, but she did retain enough presence of mind to realize she would need them intact later.

"Turn around. I want to see you," Chakotay commanded.

Janeway complied. She avoided eye contact, retaining the glassy stare Chakotay had observed. She feared that if she locked eyes with him, he would pierce right through to her core and know that she was not a hologram. She pulled off her boots, and dropped the jacket beside her. The turtleneck, tank, and pants followed. Then she stopped.

There she stood, her pale skin glowing, clothed only in a lacy bra and panties. Chakotay was breathing deeply. He stepped up to her and reached into her hair, pulling out the pins and letting her red mane cascade around her neck and shoulders. He gently unhooked the front clasp of the bra, barely brushing her nipples as he pulled it away from her breasts and pushed it back off her shoulders. He looked down at her panties, noting that the sides were held together by little more than a thin strip of lace-covered elastic. Slowly he reached down and hooked his fingers in the front of the waistband, causing Janeway to sharply inhale from the feel of his skin against such a sensitive area, then with a jerk he yanked them from her body. She bit her lip. Gods, she was so turned on she thought she would come before he even really touched her. How could this man wield such power over her, and how had she resisted him so long?

He pushed her roughly onto the bed. Taking two silk scarves from a nearby drawer, he tied her wrists to the corner posts of the headboard as she mutely and passively submitted. He rocked back on his heels to admire her. She held her legs tightly together – he would have to work for that, but in due time he would see all of her. She did not have the perfectly flat stomach and flawless skin that some women did, but to him she was perfect. "Gods, Kathryn, you are an incredibly beautiful woman." He wondered how accurate the holographic representation was, and fervently wished he would find out some day.

She shivered under his gaze. "Are you cold, my love?" Chakotay slowly pulled a sheet up over her, up to the neck. "This will keep you warm until I can heat you up."

A satin sheet. The delicious feel of it against her skin as he teased it up her body was supremely more sensuous than lying there naked and exposed to his scrutiny, and she fought the urge to writhe in pleasure.

Chakotay pushed himself off the bed and went to stand at the foot of it. He kicked off his boots and began unlacing his leather vest. Janeway stared at the ceiling. "Watch me, Kathryn," he commanded. "Do I have to come stand over you on the bed to make you watch me?"

She looked toward the end of the bed just as he pulled his shirt over his head. Gods, how mouth-wateringly beautiful he was. Not an over-muscled stud, just taut and well shaped, a warm bronze color, with very little hair. Oh, how she wanted to lick that chest right now!

He unzipped his trousers and slowly pulled them down – sweet spirits, no underwear – and his sizeable and very erect cock came into view. Damn, forget the chest, this was what she wanted to lick, and feel deep inside her…she had to close her eyes and remind herself to breathe.

She felt Chakotay crawling onto the bed. "And now we begin, my love." He bent to start with her left hand, still tied to the bedpost, wrapping his big hands around her small one, massaging her palm with his thumbs. Then he took each finger, one by one, and sucked it into his warm mouth, twirling his tongue all around it, then blowing at the dampness as he withdrew it. Janeway was astounded at the electric
sensations these simple motions sent through her body.

He left her hand and began moving up her arm, kneading, kissing, licking, nipping. He moved up and around her shoulder, nuzzled his face in her neck, then kissed her up the side of her face, ending with a kiss on the tip of her nose.

Then he moved to repeat his actions with her right hand and arm, coming around the shoulder into the neck, up the face and ending this time with a light kiss on her forehead. He gazed for a moment into her face, but she closed her eyes.

He took the sheet in his teeth, and ever so slowly began to pull it downward. He stopped just below her navel. He moved back up and kissed and licked her across her collarbone, dipping his tongue into the little hollows, then a little further down her chest, but avoiding her most obvious erogenous zone. His hands stroked down her sides, from armpit to hip, with a deep steady pressure.

Next he lavished his attention on the area from below her breasts down to the lower part of her belly. As he approached her bikini line, her attempts at controlling her breathing began to fail and she was panting, and tugging at her restraints. He smiled. He would break her control, when he was ready.

He sat up. Janeway closed her eyes in frustation and regulated her breathing. Chakotay slowly pulled the sheet all the way down, revealing the rest of her body. He moved down to her feet and legs and repeated the actions he had performed on her hands and arms.

As he approached her upper thighs, his tongue and lips relentlessly sending pulses through her body, Janeway was again panting. Without conscious thought her legs began to part. She felt like her entire body had been rigged to explode. If things didn’t progress pretty soon, she would be screaming in frustration.

Chakotay sat up on his heels. He looked her over and smiled – a full dimple alert. She was done for, and he knew it. Short-range sensors showed that she would be going supernova very soon.

He leaned over to begin the final sweet assault. He took one breast in his right hand, cupping it fully, then squeezing the already erect nipple between his thumb and index finger. Simultaneously he took the other nipple into his mouth, sucking like a baby, rubbing the hard nub with his tongue, nipping it lightly with his teeth.

Janeway’s reaction was virtually instantaneous and extremely intense. She threw back her head, uttered a choked scream, her arms pulled wildly against the scarves restraining her, and her entire body shuddered as an explosive orgasm ripped through her, pulsing in wave after wave. The body she had been trying to control so tightly dissolved into jelly, her previously guarded sanctuary now lying open in wait for the next phase of the onslaught.

Never before had she climaxed in that way, without even being touched in her most sensitive area. She marveled at the power of the experience he had created for her; why had she denied herself this indulgence?

Chakotay held her through the waves of her pleasure and stroked her softly as she came down from her peak. When she returned to herself she finally gazed directly into his face for the first time, her steel blue eyes locking onto his dark ones. Chakotay’s breath caught a little and his heart skipped a beat – so drawn into this fantasy world was he that he could almost believe this was really his Kathryn whom he had just driven over the edge of ecstasy. He moved to sit on his heels, their eyes still locked. Slowly she opened her legs wider and wider, a wild lust plainly displayed on her face. Her invitation was unmistakable.

Chakotay stretched to the top corners of the bed and released the bonds imprisoning her. Her hands came immediately to his body and began insistently stroking his back and sides, then pushing him to move to where she urgently wanted him. He kneeled between her open legs and looked at her with raw heat. He did not have to touch her to know that her body was wet and ready for him; she was slick and glistening.

"Are you sure?" he said in a low whisper, barely able to get the words out.

She nodded, breathing heavily.

He positioned himself and began to enter her carefully, watching her face for signs of discomfort. He saw only raw delight, and it took away what little control he had left. He plunged into her to the hilt and they shared a groan of pleasure. He began to stroke in and out of her, slowly at first, trying to hold back so that she would peak again, with him. She wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him to penetrate her even more deeply. He could not last and he began thrusting faster and harder, faster and harder, faster and harder until yes – she had exploded again, her inner muscles seizing his rock hard cock and wrenching it to bring his own release…

"Cha-ko-tayyy!" she screamed as electricity discharged throughout her body – the first word she had uttered since they entered the bedroom. "Chakotay, Chakotay, Chakotay …" she repeated over and over like a mantra, bringing him and herself down from their pinnacle.

When at last they were breathing normally, she held his face in her hands. "Chakotay, I love you," she said fervently, eyes shining with love.

Chakotay started to grin back at her, then suddenly his face went dark and he turned away, pushed himself off of her and sat on the edge of the bed, his back to her and his head in his hands.

"Chakotay, what’s the matter?" Janeway’s blood ran cold at the sudden change in mood.

"Computer, freeze program."

Janeway lay very still, her heart pounding. She didn’t care now whether he knew she wasn’t a hologram – hell, she was going to tell him herself – there was no going back, she loved him with all her heart and she would no longer deny them the happiness they both deserved. But his reaction had her very scared – what was he thinking now?

"Gods, what have you done? What the hell were you thinking?" Chakotay began berating himself aloud. "How could you possibly imagine that having holo-sex with the woman you love could ease your ache for the real thing? You stupid idiot. The hologram loves you – big damn deal." He slid off the bed and sat on the floor, leaning his back against the bed and propping his elbows on his knees, his hands rubbing through his hair. His voice trailed off into a whisper, and it sounded as though he might begin to cry. "Oh Kathryn, you are everything to me… why can’t I have the real you?"

There was silence for a moment, and Chakotay took a deep ragged breath, exhaling forcefully. Janeway
reached out and stroked his hair. "You can, Chakotay," she said quietly.

Chakotay whipped his head around and looked at her first in surprise, then annoyance. "Computer, delete
character Janeway."

"Unable to comply. The character Captain Janeway is not active."

Confusion crossed his face. Janeway’s expression slowly changed to the look of the kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Chakotay’s heart began to thud as realization dawned. "Computer, locate Captain Janeway."

"Captain Janeway is in Holodeck 2."

Chakotay’s eyes displayed stark shock and his mouth fell open. "Ka…Kathryn…oh my god, what have I done, how did you…why didn’t you stop me…why are you here?" So many thoughts competed for Chakotay’s tongue he couldn’t get any of them out intact.

"Chakotay, it’s all right. Please don’t be embarrassed, don’t be sorry. I didn’t mean for things to go this far, but I’m not sorry it happened."

"How DID this happen? What are you doing here?" Chakotay was very flustered, with an undercurrent of anger.

"I’m sorry I intruded on your privacy." Janeway realized with a start that he had every right to be angry; in essence she had had sex with him without his permission. "It was wrong and I apologize." She nervously wiped a hand over her face as she thought about what to say. "You piqued my excessive curiosity at the staff meeting when you offered to "review" this program – since I knew very well that you had already used it twice." Chakotay winced slightly. "I wondered what you could be up to, and, well…to be completely truthful, I seized the opportunity to spend some time with you outside our usual relationship, free from our usual constraints. I…uh, well… I just didn’t realize how free from those constraints we would be."

"But why didn’t you stop me, Kathryn?" Chakotay said, still agitated but calming slightly. "What must you think of me now, that I could be capable of such a thing?"

"Chakotay, you thought you were enacting a fantasy with a hologram. We all have fantasies with an edge to them, that we wouldn’t live out in real life – not without the consent of those involved. Obviously, you had my consent. I could have stopped YOU at any time just by letting you know I wasn’t a hologram – but once you pinned me to the wall and started whispering all those delicious things you planned to do to me, I couldn’t stop ME."

"But I was so rough… I feel terrible about the way I treated you," he moaned.

Janeway rolled onto her stomach and scooted to the edge of the bed, her face in Chakotay’s. "I was much more impressed with your tenderness than your roughness. Good lord, Chakotay, you spent at least THIRTY MINUTES making sure a HOLOGRAM was sexually satisfied before you took your own pleasure – and then you asked the hologram’s permission before you did! Frankly, if that’s the way you treat a hologram, I can’t wait to find out how you make love to a flesh and blood woman."

Chakotay finally relaxed and his smile bloomed. "I would be happy to give you that opportunity at your earliest convenience." He retracted the smile a bit. "That is, assuming you aren’t reinstating "parameters" now that you aren’t overcome with passion." He regarded her cautiously.

Janeway slid off the bed and kneeled in front of Chakotay, taking his face in her hands. "No, Chakotay, we have new parameters now. I can’t go back, only forward. I love you and you love me, and I’m sorry I’ve been fighting it for so long. Together we will make this work, for us and Voyager."

Chakotay closed his eyes and lifted his head, as if offering a prayer to the heavens; a look of bliss on his face. "I wrote that speech for you in my dreams. I wondered if I would ever hear it in reality." He pulled her into a soft embrace, touching his lips to her hair, and stroking her back gently. They remained this way for several silent moments.

"Kathryn…"

"Yes, my love?"

"Why wouldn’t you kiss me before?" Chakotay asked, looking down into her face.

Janeway laughed. "Haven’t you ever kissed a hologram?"

"No, as a matter of fact I haven’t. I’ve never had holo-sex until today – well, I guess I still haven’t. It just didn’t seem right."

"Well, no hologram can kiss like the real thing. I thought if you kissed me, you would know it was really me."

"Hmmm…well maybe I should be sure it’s really you." He tightened his hold around her and enveloped her mouth with a deep, sensuous kiss. She trembled at the sensation and she could feel him hardening against her.

"Chakotay," she whispered as they broke the kiss.

"Hmmmm?" he hummed as he nibbled the sensitive region of her neck.

"Why don’t we get out of this holodeck and go back to the real captain’s quarters. I’ll replicate some silk scarves and satin sheets…"

/*\/*\

"So, Commander," said Janeway, her head on his bare chest as they languished in her bed after some further physical fulfillment. "What will your recommendation be regarding the disposition of "Insurrection Alpha"? Is it conducive to crew morale, or detrimental?"

"Oh, without a doubt it was conducive to my morale, though probably detrimental to my morals." He laughed as Janeway poked him in the side. "I think we should keep it."

"Agreed," she replied. "But we will definitely have to make a couple of programming changes. There’s a good reason that protocol normally forbids using holo-images of live people, particularly one’s fellow crew members. I don’t think I can tolerate the thought that some of these over-sexed and under-supplied young ladies on board might try to seduce the dashing Maquis captain. We’ll have to rig it so that the program ends if anyone tries to make a pass at a character."

"Excellent point, Captain. I certainly don’t have the time to stay in the holodeck defending your holo-counterpart’s honor! I plan to stay very busy with the real thing..."
 
 

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