Hello everyone, hope you are doing well. Today, we continue to follow the adventures of Damian and the Zeta captives, as they make their way to the command deck.

Please enjoy.


Back at the observation deck, Damian and Paulson went their way. The cowboy sat down at a table and began to clean his revolver. Damian looked for Elliott and Somah with his eyes but didn't see them. Toshiro was as usual on his knees meditating and Sally was crouching next to one of Elliott's teammates. The little girl was bandaging the soldier's arm and turned to Damian before running towards him with a broad smile on her face.

"You did it! So cool!" exclaimed the little girl.

"Not yet," Damian replied. "There's still the generator in the robot assembly line."

"Somah and Mr. Elliott are taking care of it with one of his friends."

Damian looked briefly at the soldier behind Sally and recognized Sergeant Daniels. He must have been injured while trying to destroy the generator in the cryogenic lab.

"How long have they been gone?" Damian asked.

In response, a small detonation was heard somewhere in the ship and the lights flickered for a few seconds.

"Looks like they made it," Daniels said, trying to move his arm.

He got up and turned towards Damian.

"I haven't had a chance to thank you yet for getting me and Beckett out of the fridge."

"You'll thank me later," Damian politely cut him off. "We're nowhere near off the hook."

Daniels nodded silently. He pointed to an object on a table, which Damian identified as the astronaut's suit and spoke again.

"Tercorian explained the situation to me. Your friend made sure the suit wasn't damaged or punctured. So, you ready to kick E.T.'s ass?"

"I don't really have a choice," sighed Damian. "Just give me five minutes, enough time to put on the suit."

Damian took the suit and retired to a small storage room. He looked at the suit for a moment and took a deep breath in before taking off his armor and putting on the suit. His movements were hindered, the astronaut's outfit was obviously not designed to run a marathon. He made his way up the stairs to the observation deck.

Sergeant Daniels, Sally, Toshiro and Paulson were gathered in front of the airlock he had to use. All of them could barely hide their apprehension, except Sally, who was watching Damian with stars in her eyes, and Damian wondered if she realized what was going on around her. Everyone else knew that if Damian ever failed, they would probably get stuck on that ship and be killed by the aliens.

Damian grabbed the helmet from the suit and placed it on his head. The air supply was working and there didn't seem to be any leaks. On his wrist, Damian could see a small gauge on his wrist, indicating the level of oxygen available to him.

"When I activate the transporter, come and join me," he said.

He gave his clothes and armor to Sally and his weapons and Pip-Boy to Daniels.

"You'll give them back to me on the other side."

Daniels nodded silently and Sally gave him a big smile.

Damian took a deep breath and after waving one last time to his fellow misfortune companions, he opened the door and rushed inside. The door closed behind him, putting him into darkness until small orange lights lit up the place.

The airlock was a small oval room, in which pipes and tubes ran along the walls or down into the ground. In the center was a small control console with a switch.

Damian approached the door on the other side of the airlock and tried to open it. The door refused to move. He looked around and noticed that the control console was flashing faintly. Damian approached. The light came from the switch.

"I don't seem to have much choice," he said through the helmet of the suit.

He pressed the switch and an alarm sounded in the airlock. He heard whistling noises coming from all around him. The door he had tried to open activated and let him go deeper into the ship.

It opened into a small storage room full of crates. On the floor, he noticed the bodies of two aliens. Their skin was grey, and their faces were frozen in an expression of terror. One of them was holding his throat and his mouth was wide open as if he had slowly suffocated.

Damian continued to move forward, passing through several corridors and other alien corpses. Everything was silent except for the sounds of his heavy breathing.

He finally arrived in front of another airlock and activated the door. On the other side, a simple staircase. The top was obstructed by a ceiling. Damian turned towards the door when he saw a beam of light appear on the wall. He turned around and saw that the ceiling was slowly opening, revealing a large grey metal structure.

Damian climbed the few steps. He felt his jaw drop. He was standing on a large dome with steel plates and portholes that let him see the corridors of the ship. He looked around and saw nothing. The immense emptiness of Space was so oppressive that Damian felt the urge to go back inside the ship growing inside him. The sun illuminated the ship and made the silver hull of the spaceship shine.

Above him, the upper part of the ship was connected by steel pylons. In the center, Damian noticed a small plate lit by a faint orange light, similar to that of the ship's teleporters. Damian approached it and immediately felt himself being lifted off the ground. He floated for a few seconds before gently resting.

A smile lit up his face. What an extraordinary feeling to feel floating in space and to feel as if his body was getting lighter and lighter. This experience was much more pleasant than when he had been lifted from Earth and abducted. He was serious again when he realized that if he wasn't already floating in the vacuum of space, it was because the ship must have technology that simulated the Earth's gravity. This technology had to be powerful enough to make its effects active even outside the ship.

Damian stared at the teleporter and began to move in its direction. He covered the distance to the center of the dome in a few short strides. He stood in the center and waited. Nothing happened. He looked around for a control or a console. He noticed a circular object that had just emerged from the floor. With three small red lights, the object resembled the energy nuclei he had seen throughout the ship and on the generators.

Damian approached the device and touched its top and it began to sink into the ground. He felt a slight vibration under his feet and saw that the teleporter had just been activated. He was about to return to the center when he noticed a second energy core coming out of the ground. He jumped towards it and pushed it into the dome.

Damian jumped from core to core. Realizing that nothing was moving except the teleporter which continued to vibrate, he moved to the center of the machine. He felt himself floating, just as when the aliens had brought him from Earth. He looked up and saw the ceiling open before a large white flash blinded him.

When he opened his eyes, Damian was standing in a teleporter inside another airlock. After taking a look around him, he activated the control console. He heard an alarm and the same whistling sounds as before.

The alarm stopped. Damian left the airlock and entered a small room with a teleporter. He waited a few seconds and took off his helmet. He put it at his feet and activated the teleporter. An orange light illuminated the room, indicating that the device was being activated. Damian began to remove the spacesuit.

A shape appeared in the teleporter and one of the alien combat drones came out of the teleporter. Damian was startled and tripped over his helmet and fell backwards. Just afterwards, Somah materialized with a huge smile on her face.

"What? You've never seen an alien robot before? You should see your face!"

Damian sighed and put his hand over his face.

"I told you he was going to hate it," said Paulson's voice, who had also just appeared.

"What is this thing and how is it with you? Damian asked.

Somah helped him get up and explained.

"The aliens control them with these things," she said waving an unusually shaped remote control.

As if to illustrate her point, she pressed a button and the drone went into standby mode.

"I couldn't resist the idea of showing you this little marvel. You'd see all the things these aliens build or store. The Brotherhood of Steel would kill to see even a tiny fraction of the alien technology."

Damian grumbled and took a suspicious look at the drone. The rest of the group arrived by the teleporter. Sally looked around with a broad smile and walked towards the door, arguing that she would unlock it in no time.

Damian retrieved his amor and weapons and equipped himself. He finished adjusting the strap on his assault rifle when Sally unlocked the door. The small group crossed the hallway into a large control room. In the center, a porthole in the floor greeted them with an almost top down view of the Earth.

"It's really beautiful," Sally whispered.

The view was indeed impressive, magnificent. They stayed several seconds, in admiration before the breathtaking view of their planet. Even Toshiro seemed stunned by the view.

From here, the Earth seemed such a peaceful place. Who could imagine that thousands of kilometers beneath their feet, everything was a radioactive desert, filled with ruins and death? Large layers of clouds covered parts of the planet, but it was possible to clearly distinguish the American continent, Europe and the ocean that separated them, and Damian sadly noticed that the whole planet had this brown and beige hue. More than seven billion people lived on Earth before the Great War, and now, Damian was wondering how many in total were roaming this desolated planet, struggling to survive.

"I can see my house from here," Beckett chuckled.

"Beckett, shut up," Daniels spat. "Do you think it's time for jokes?"

"Excuse me, Sarge."

"So, they really blew everything up down there?" Elliott asked.

He raised his head to Somah and Damian who nodded back.

"That's crazy."

"Yeah, well, now's not the time to be stunned," said Paulson.

Everyone nodded and Sally walked to the door to open it. At the same time, an orange light appeared in the center of the room. The head of an alien appeared in front of them. Everyone was startled and Toshiro drew his sword and charged. He went through the alien's head which sizzled.

"What the hell is that thing again?" Paulson asked.

"A holographic projection," Damian replied.

Paulson raised an eyebrow before shifting his attention to the alien that had just appeared. Toshiro spoke at the alien's face and attacked again, with the same result. After a quick glance at his companion, the samurai finally calmed down.

The alien was speaking to them in his incomprehensible dialect, but from the speed of its speech and its expression, it seemed particularly angry. He finished speaking and a deafening noise echoed throughout the ship. Damian lowered his eyes to the window and saw a great blue ray passing in front of the glass and disappearing into the emptiness of space. The beam projected a bright blue light into the room, illuminating and accentuating the expressions of surprise and fear on Damian's and the others' faces.

The ray disappeared as quickly as it had materialized and silence fell again.

"Damn it," Daniels whispered, his eyes still fixed on the spot where the ray had passed.

"What do you think it was?" Elliott asked.

"It's obvious. They're giving us sound and light to try to mess with us," Somah answered.

"So, they're starting to get scared," said Damian, who saw where the young woman was going with it.

"Exactly, but it also means we have a big death ray to destroy before they blow up the whole fucking planet."

"Wait, what do you mean?" asked Paulson.

"I don't know about you, but my goal is to get back to Earth, and I don't intend to get blown up by a giant death star. So, we need to destroy it," answered Somah.

Everyone looked down and looked at the Earth for a few more seconds. They heard Sally unlock the door and kept moving. Damian was thinking about how they could destroy a giant laser cannon that could turn an entire planet to ashes. Elliot and his companions, on the other hand, were glad they didn't have to face such a terrifying weapon in the Battle of Anchorage.

They finally arrived in front of another transporter. Sally activated the switch. The machine made no sound. The little girl tried again, but nothing happened.

"Oh no, they turned that one off too."

"Enough with the teleporter," Somah said. "We'll go there the old-fashioned way."

The group walked through a door with a hologram of what must have been a gun firing little white marbles.

Damian and the others walked the ship's corridors, passing through storage and rest rooms, judging by the tables and chairs. Their progress was made very easy thanks to the drone that Somah controlled. The aliens they encountered were quickly eleminated by the robot's large cannon. Only those equipped with this energy shield that completely enveloped them gave them a hard time.

After a few minutes, they arrived in a large room with several bay windows.

"What is this place?" Beckett asked.

They all turned to Sally.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" asked the little girl. "I've never been in this part of the ship before."

Damian noticed several control consoles facing the windows. Above them, the same hologram imitating a gun was slowly turning. On the other side of the glass he saw a small room with a teleporter and two spheres connected to the walls by cables. Damian activated the console and heard the teleporter light up.

A brahmin materialized in the room.

"So that's what a cow looks like in your world?" Paulson asked.

"It looks twice as dumb," smiled Beckett.

The murderous glare his Sergeant gave him was enough for him to stop joking.

From one of the spheres, Damian saw an alien robot drone come out. The machine waved its claws at the brahmin, who mooed in distress and searched for a way out. The drone pierced her with its claws several times, splashing blood on the walls and glass.

Damian painfully swallowed his saliva. Inside, he hoped that the aliens would only test their weapons and robots on cows and not on the humans they had abducted.

"Hey, check this out!"

Damian, Beckett and Paulson turned around. The rest of the group had inspected the room and was standing in front of a large table set against a wall. On the table, the aliens had stored weapons and human clothing.

"I think we can help ourselves," Somah said, grabbing a magazine for her shotgun.

Damian retrieved three fragmentation grenades and some ammunition for his assault rifle and let Elliott and his companions divide up the rest. Each one silently rearmed himself and poured what they couldn't put in their pockets into saddlebags that they found around the table.

Upon closer inspection, Damian realized that the place where they were, was to be used as a test lab for weapons recovered by the aliens.

The small group of survivors continued to move through the lab, passing other test rooms. They didn't encounter any more aliens as they made their way through the lab.

"Where do you think they are?" Sally asked.

"Probably waiting for us somewhere," Paulson spat.

They walked a few more minutes to a door. It was surmounted by a hologram that reminded Damian of the stasis chambers in the cryogenic lab. They opened the door and entered a room identical to the weapons lab.

The small group of aliens in the room didn't give them any trouble thanks to the drone. Damian heard Sally scream. He turned to her. The little girl was standing in the center of the room, facing a table. Damian approached and saw with horror that on the table, the aliens had placed a human corpse, or at least, a mass of flesh, bone and muscle, vaguely identifiable as human.

Sally hid her face and took refuge in Damian's arms. The faces of the various members of the group became pale as they became aware of what was before their eyes.

Damian went from horror to horror. The adjacent rooms were used as examination and test rooms for human subjects.

Somah stayed slightly back with Sally. Inside, in one of the rooms, Damian discovered the dissected remains of a woman, still lying on a sort of torture chair. Long metal tentacles ending in pincers, needles and even saws were hinged around the chair.

Damian remembered the few flashes he had had when the aliens had performed various tests on him. He felt a slight tingling in his stomach and all over his skull. Behind him, he heard Beckett running out of another room and vomit. The latter must have made an even more gruesome discovery than he had.

Although he had become accustomed to seeing corpses, mutilated and dismembered bodies in the Wasteland, to see that he could have been chopped to pieces by an alien who wanted to know more about human anatomy made him nauseous. He shivered and left the room.

The next room contained a large generator. A bay window revealed a block of cells. Several aliens were working near the opaque energy barriers while others stood guard and seemed to be setting up defenses.

"The only way we can keep going is through there," Damian whispered, observing the aliens on the other side of the glass.

"I think it's going to be complicated," said Daniels. "The door to the cells is blocked by this weird barrier and the bastards are entrenching themselves."

"Yeah, but we don't have a choice."

The group retreated while Somah ordered her drone to destroy the generator. The explosion shook the room. Damien heard the screams of the aliens and energy weapons fire from the other side of the glass.

"It sounds like it's turning into a riot out there," Beckett said.

The cell block was dark, the explosion probably shorted out the lights. The place was lit only by the rays of the aliens' weapons.

"Let's go lend them a hand," Somah said.

The group dashed into the corridor that linked their position to the cell block. The shooting stopped. At the end of the corridor, whose lights had gone out, Damian saw several grotesquely shaped humanoid silhouettes wandering slowly. He gave an interrogative glance at the others. They too found the vision a little strange and disturbing.

Damian turned on the lamp of his Pip-Boy and directed the beam towards the silhouettes. They were greyish in color and looked human, except that their arms were disproportionately long and ended in four long fingers. Their heads had no hair and looked more like alien skulls than human heads.

One of the creatures noticed the ray of light and turned towards Damian and his companions, revealing large black eyes and two slits as nostrils. The thing slowly raised its arm and pointed its index finger at Damian before uttering a scream. A blood-curdling scream. Damian felt a shiver run down his spine. The other creatures turned to the small group at the same time and all had the same reaction, pointing and screaming at them.

With their arms still outstretched, the abominations began to run towards Damian and the others in a grotesque gait. The next moment, the roar of Elliot and Beckett's assault rifles echoed through the hallway. Damian imitated them and emptied his magazine towards the creatures.

The front row of creatures collapsed on the metal floor, trampled and overtaken by the other empty-eyed abominations. Damian changed his magazine and fired again, not bothering to aim and just making a left and right movement with his arms so that he would shoot at all the monsters running at him.

The creatures' charge only lasted a few seconds. About a dozen of these things piled up in front of Damian and the others, some with their skulls smashed, others riddled with bullet holes or trampled on by their fellow creatures.

Damian looked over his shoulder. Everyone had the same expression of terror on their faces and everyone had to ask themselves the same question. What were these things? Another type of alien? Damian was thinking about humans captured by aliens and turned into monsters by them, although he wasn't sure and prayed that he was wrong.

They walked through the cell block where these abominations were being held and found that they had shredded their captors. Somah forced Sally to close her eyes and guided her through the dismembered corpses and shattered skulls that were scattered all over the floor. Even Toshiro, usually so imperturbable and impassive, seemed uncomfortable.

The small group continued to advance through the ship, sometimes through long corridors, sometimes through large halls whose purpose escaped them. Damian remained silent, walking side-by-side with Paulson and Elliot, with his ear to the ground. They came across the remains of some of the aliens and some of the abominations that they eliminated before they could utter their dreadful roar.

"By the way," said Elliot in a low voice. "Does anyone have any idea how to destroy that death ray?"

Faced with no answer, he turned his attention to the corridor that lay ahead of them. Damian had given the question some thought, but he was more focused on not crossing the path of one of the other abominations and had decided that he would give it some thought when the time came.

After borrowing a transporter, they entered a large room. In the center, a huge core of energy, sinking into the floor and ceiling, slowly turned on itself, protected by a glass pane.

"Is this the thing that controls this death ray?" Paulson asked.

"There's only one way to find out," Somah answered.

She cocked her rifle breech when Beckett's voice called out to her.

"Hey wait! Don't you think we should first make sure it's this thing that powers the fucking death star before we shoot it up and blow up the whole ship. Besides, it'd be a lot more useful if we could take control of it, too."

Beckett met the inquisitive eyes of his platoon leader, who eventually turned to Somah.

"Beckett's right, for once. There's nothing telling us that this energy core isn't powering something other than the death ray. And imagine if E.T. had other ships like this around, we wouldn't look so stupid if we came face to face with more of these rays and couldn't defend ourselves."

"Then what do we do?" asked Somah.

"Let's keep moving," Damian said. "If we can make sure this thing only powers the death ray, then we'll come back and destroy it."

Somah seemed unconvinced. She finally lowered her weapon with a little pout. The group left the energy core behind and continued walking to a large arched corridor. After going up and down several stairs, they went through a door and came to a large command bridge. A large porthole on the floor allowed them to observe Space and the Earth that stretched beneath their feet. Everywhere, there were control consoles, switches and lights of different colors, surrounding the power core, the same one that Damian had seen above with the others. On the other side of the porthole, connected to the energy core, the death ray was patiently waiting to be activated and hit its designated target.

From the corridor, Damian watched the control room. The others had also noticed it. There wasn't a living soul there except them.

"Do you think those horrible things killed the aliens?" Sally asked shyly.

"If they did, then where did those abominations go?" Paulson asked.

Out of the corner of his eye, Damian saw Elliott and his companions move into firing position. They may have been doctors, but the US Army had instilled some semblance of military training in them. Daniels banged his fist into the metal wall next to him. The sound produced resonated faintly in the control room. No sound was heard in return except for the quiet hum of the energy core.

"Looks like we're alone," the Sergeant said looking up at Damian and the others.

Paulson walked into the control room and Damian saw four aliens pounce on him. A trap. Paulson had just enough time to shoot the alien closest to him. A second one grabbed him by the back and raised its stun baton. Damian aimed his rifle. He took out the other two aliens who were rushing towards them. Damian aimed his gun at Daniels. He and the alien were to close, and Damian didn't dare fire for fear of hitting the cowboy.

Damian saw a black and silver lightning bolt go by him. By the time he understood, the alien had let go of Paulson and was slowly collapsing on itself, a greenish sheaf of blood spurting from his neck.

Paulson turned around, ready to fight. The first thing he saw was the decapitated body of the alien, which was just about to fall to the ground. The second thing he saw was Toshiro slowly shedding his sword.

Somah emitted a whistle of admiration and stepped forward.

"Well, talk about sword skill."

The group entered the control room after making sure that all threats were gone, and Paulson mumbled a "thank you" to Toshiro.

Everyone went around the control room. To the left of the entrance was a switched-off teleporter and to the right was a small room, also equipped with a teleporter. The room was closed by a force field and Damian noticed a hologram of a cylinder opening and closing like a box.

He looked towards the death ray. He started imagining himself at the controls of this devastating weapon. Unlimited power in the palm of his hands. At that very moment, he regretted not knowing the exact location of the Enclave. Just a few meters away from him, the means to wipe this band of murderers from the face of the Earth. Everything could be over in a matter of seconds, he just had to direct the laser to the right place and fire. No more Colonel Autumn, no more President Eden blathering his political speeches. Just a giant smoking crater.

Damian then remembered the power of the laser when the aliens tried to scare them. He had felt in his flesh the deployment of energy. This weapon would allow him to destroy the Enclave, he was convinced of it, but he didn't know if its power wouldn't go with it to destroy what was left of the Earth. He thought of Amata, safe in Vault 101, under several dozen meters of earth and concrete, protected from the surface and the horrors of the Capital Wasteland. The alien technology was uncommonly powerful, overwhelming. The Vault had withstood atomic bombs and two centuries hidden under the rock, but it would not survive a strike from the monster of energy that was the death ray. Even if the planet did not explode, a strike from the ray would probably be worse than the hundreds of nuclear warheads that fell 200 years ago.

"The power of Death in the palm of your hand. A destroyer of worlds."

"Is there a problem, Mr. Damian?"

Damian was pulled from his reverie by Sally's voice. The little girl stood next to him and gave him a worried look.

"You've been staring and mumbling at the alien cannon for two minutes. Is there a problem?"

"No... No, it's all right, I was just thinking."

Damian turned around and walked to the control console with Sally. Small holograms flashed on the main console, representing the death ray being fired or rotated.

"Hey look, this one, it looks like it's activating a generator."

Sally pointed to a lever topped with a small hologram similar to the ones Damian had seen before when he had to destroy the ship's generators. As he looked around, he noticed that the corners of the control room were occupied by generators.

"If we blow it up, it should disable the laser or at least reduce its power," Somah said.

Damian approached his hand. Just before operating the lever, he glanced at the death ray. The death ray was pointing towards the emptiness of Space. Even if he inadvertently activated the weapon, it would not reduce the Earth to a multitude of small rock fragments.

A hissing sound was heard in the control room and one by one, the cooling system of each generator appeared. At the same time, Damian heard Toshiro's voice. He turned around and saw that the samurai had drawn his sword and was facing the teleporter in the control room. A bright orange light flashed from the machine and an alien carrying a laser gun materialized in front of them. He squealed when he saw the humans in front of him and was struck across the body by the samurai's sword.

"Let's blow up those generators and get out of here!"

Elliott and Beckett took care of the generator next to them. Daniels and Paulson walked to one of those at the back of the room. Damian ordered Sally to hide. He heard several blasts. Somah had just destroyed one of the generators and was now assisting Toshiro.

"Come on, faster," Damian said as he watched the cooling system of the last generator slowly rising.

From the corner of his eye, he could see the teleporter activating at regular intervals. Small groups of aliens were coming out of it. Humans had the advantage, firing as soon as the shapes of the small aliens began to appear. In the midst of the gunshots and exploding generators, Damian could hear the unpleasant sounds of bodies exploding due to the lead and bullet discharges, or because the materialization process could not be carried out properly due to the 5.56 or 12-gauge projectiles flying around, and the sound of a sharp blade cutting into the flesh. Toshiro's sword pierced and cut the aliens as if they were paper.

Damian destroyed the last generator. A second after the explosion, the teleporter the aliens came through deactivated. The energy core of the death ray blinked before it stopped. Damian doubted the weapon would be destroyed, but for now, it would have to do. He took turns looking at his fellow misfortunates companions and was relieved to see that they were unharmed.

"How many of them are on that ship?" Paulson raged as he wiped his greenish-blooded face with the back of his sleeve.

"I don't know, but now that we've destroyed their precious death ray, all we have to do is seize the rest of the ship."

"Do you think that's a good idea?" Elliot asked.

"I think it's the only way out of this," Daniels answered.

After picking up Sally, who had taken shelter in the corridor leaving the control room, they headed for the second teleporter. As Damian arrived at the front, he thought about how easy it was for the others to eliminate the aliens coming out of there.

"So, are we going or what?" Paulson said impatient.

Damian stepped onto the platform and prepared his assault rifle. He activated the teleporter. An orange light surrounded him, and a large white flash blinded him. A few seconds later, the white flash faded away and his body materialized. When the process was complete, he felt the ground beneath his feet again and rolled to his side. He pointed his rifle in front of him. Nothing. The room he was in was empty. He let out a sigh of relief. He turned around and smiled.

The teleporter was disabled. Damian's smile faded. He activated the machine, which remained inert. The aliens had shut down the teleporter, separating him from the others. Damian stiffened. He felt the hair on the back of his neck bristling and a shiver run down his spine. He slowly turned around and faced the two doors that led in and out of the transporter room. A little further down the corridor as it went into the ship, he had just heard a terrifying scream.


Hope you enjoyed. I always found a little dumb that you get to do everything in some quest, and that your allies basically say :"go do this while I sit here and do nothing". Reminds me of that MW2 meme "Ramirez protect the Burger Town".

As the ending of this chapter, I know it's a huge cliché, but I thought it was fun, and even if the abomination's screams were unpleasant to heat, I always thought it would have been scarier if it was the same scream as in the movie The Thing (the one from 1982, not the strange prequel/remake/reboot/whatever they made after)