Thx for you that managed to come this far into this story. I appreciate your patience in going through some oddities found in the previous chapters but don't worry. I'm looking for a beta reader that can read my work, so I can make the necessary changes to be more grammar-friendly and good on the eyes. So if you are interested you can P.M me.
PS: I changed the battleship name from Staff of Hope to Duty Eternal, since the previous name was too hopeful for Warhammer. The name is a suggestion of a friend;
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The Calling Part III
"Erick get inside!" He hears his mother calling. But he is too far busy playing with his wooden toys to care. He really likes to play with his miniatures, usually making sound effects of guns and explosions with this mouth.
"Pew pew pew!"Screamed the boy holding the wooden toy soldier that looks like a guardsman. "Die heretic! May the Emperor have mercy on your soul!" now holding a wooden miniature that looks like a commissar. This is his favorite toy, it reminds him of his father, and the importance of a man with such a position.
Holding a wooden tank he makes an explosion sound with his mouth "BOOOOM", but as he did this noise an actual explosion could be heard not so far away from his home.
He can see a huge black smoke cloud rising from the ground some streets away. At this moment the toddler was playing in the backyard of the steel white house. The child shrugs off as he keeps playing with his toys.
Soon after the thunderous sound, his mother comes rushing to the backyard. She is using a white shirt, with a white apron on top. Strangely enough, her face is a little blurred. Is almost as if he was looking through a cup full of water. But her hair he can see very clearly, she has a beautiful long mane of ebony hair.
She picks him up hurriedly and proceeds to go inside the house. She is saying something but he can't understand properly. She is blocking the door of the backyard with a bookshelf. Now she's doing the same to the living room door. Wait...Why is mommy crying?
He keeps observing his mom, she seems nervous as she goes to the living room peering through the steel window. She is coming in my direction again. I'm in her arms again, she smells so nice. I hear a hissing sound behind me...Strange. She puts me in some kind of space, is very tight in here, dark too, soon after she presses something in the wall, the hissing sound comes again...wait why is the door closing?
The heavy steel door closes leaving him in the dark, he can only see the little light that comes from the vertical openings that bring fresh air onto this tight space. He hears a huge crashing noise, but as soon as the noise started, he starts to get distant from that door, he is being pulled somewhere else. He hears screams, but he is so distant from the door now that it only seems like a distant echo. Everything stops as he is swallowed by the same darkness that surrounds him.
Initializing data log...
Year: 999.M41;
Terran Month: July;
Terran Day: 6;
System: None;
Sub-Sector: None;
Location: Battleship Duty Eternal, at this time in the warp.
It appears that the evacuation plan of Lord Castellan Ursarkar E. Creed was an astounding success. He managed to save three million imperial lives. The refugees were divided between four battleships and each went to a different sector, preferably a hive world that can repair the ship as well as offer medic aid to the many wounded aboard the battleships.
This battleship, in particular, is one of the smallest of the four, but her cargo is the entirety of the surviving 41st. One of the best divisions on Cadia Segundus. Two thousand men and women were successfully rescued, they share the ship with many other divisions of Cadia Segundus, including the Order of the Eternal Candle. The hospitaller order helped with the evacuation effort.
Opening Ship Logs...
Searching for a passenger...
Name of the passenger: Erick Clarke unit 661;
Searching...
This may take a while...
Found: 661 was present on the ship, in critical condition, but alive. He was treated in the infirmary for two days before waking up.
Opening infirmary logs...
Searching for patient...
Patient name: Erick Clarke 661;
Searching...
This may take a while...
Patient Status: "The patient took a bolter round on the elbow, the kinetic force of the projectile was enough to tear off the left arm of the guardsmen.
He almost bled out on his way to the ship, but the sisters present on the craft managed to stabilize his situation. He suffered heavy blood loss as well as shock.
It took him two whole days before gaining conscience. After the fact, he proceeded to recover..."
Closing Search...
Searching for another patient...
Name of the passenger: Silviya unit 727;
Searching...
This may take a while...
Found: " The patient had several injuries. Her entire face was covered in bruises, her left eye was swollen, probably by some kind of blunt force.
But the worst of all injuries was the piece of shrapnel stuck on her left tight, it managed to damage the rectus femoris. She could have bled to death, but the metal piece prevented a severe hemorrhage.
She suffered shell shock, but the effects subsided after the first day.
Interestingly enough, as soon as the sister stopped feeling the effects of the aforementioned she requested to be taken to the unit 661 presence, and there she stayed all her recovery. By some unknown means, she possesses a loaded bolter pistol.
When questioned she only stated that she was waiting to interrogate the unit.
Addendum: This battle sister shows some kind of erratic behavior since recovering from her shell shock. Need further investigation."
Ending Database Search...
Closing Logs...
Farwell Inquisitor Albus Eburnus.
Closing Terminal...
The first thing that Erick sees is the bright yellow light of the lamp on the ceiling. And the first thing he hears is the sound of someone coughing in the distance.
His vision is blurred, he feels thirsty. His throat feels like is full of sand, he gulps some saliva, but unfortunately isn't much, he realizes now that his mouth is dry.
With a raspy voice, he asks "Is someone there? A cup of water, please..."
With his turvy vision he sees a strange silhouette approaching him, he can't clearly see who this is, but he's almost certain that he does not know this person.
The strange person disappears from his line of sight, soon after he sees the weird individual back holding something, he carefully touches the object before picking it up. Is a glass of water, he takes the cup, and slowly drinks the liquid inside.
After he is done, the person collects the glass from his hand and proceeds to disappear again from his line of sight.
Soon after his eyelids start to go heavier, and heavier until he blacks out completely.
He opens his eyes again, his vision is not so blurred anymore, he can already see shapes and colors. His hearing is back to the normal sharpness of a specialist like him, now he can clearly discern background noises, voices, coughing, painful moans.
Someone in white robes is standing next to him, with some strange object in her hands, by the sound of her tapping fingers on the screen he can deduct is an apothecary.
With his still sore throat, he asks "Excuse me where am I?"
The unknown woman responds without stopping her tapping on the device "In the Battleship Staff of Hope. You have been rescued from Cadia three days ago. You came with the 41st, 22nd segment."
Erick hums before addressing the person again "Can you update me on what happened while I was unconscious?"
"Cadia fell, a bit before the evacuation operation started, Abbadon the Despoiler sent the bulk of the Blackstone Fortress Will of Eternity crashing into the surface of Cadia. It worked like an artificial meteor, ending with all life on the planet." She paused to check what appeared to be a saline bag strapped to an IV pole. "Lord Castellan Ursarkar E. Creed organized a rescue party to Cadia before the enemy could crash the fortress onto the planet, the operation managed to save three million lives from Cadia Primus and Secundus, you being one of them."
Erick became lost in thought again, his home planet, their line of defense against the forces of chaos was lost. He feels hopeless, he sacrificed everything for Cadia, his family, friends, even his goddamned arm...
Oh, he remembers now, he lost his arm in that bolter shot while trying to save the crazy Sororita. Funnily enough, he can feel his arm, he tries to clench his left fist, nothing, he can feel the command tough. So that's what they call a phantom limb?
He grabs his left biceps with his right hand and starts to slide down along the member, ending abruptly where his elbow should be. Before he could even ask the medical staff spoke "You lost 65% of your left arm. We had to cauterize the wound and apply some bandages to protect it from infection. You will be fine."
Some seconds pass before Erick asked fearfully "Doc does that hinder my duty as a guardsman?"
"Call me sister Brisedes, and don't you worry about that right now. Focus on your recovery soldier." Brisedes told him gently.
He could only nod as he proceeds to close his eyes again.
Time passes again, as he is disturbed by his slumber as someone sets something down on his bedside. He feels the familiar smell of guardsman rations. His stomachs grumble with the smell of the food.
He opens his eyes, he can clearly see now the infirmary, if it can be called that. His bed is a dark olive gurney, that clearly went through a lot, he is surrounded by olive curtains, by his side is his IV pole that is plugged in his right arm, this space is a little tight, but he can see that in front of his "room" is other just like the one he is occupying right now. But what stands out more to him is an empty chair in the right corner. He turns to sister Brisedes to ask her, but when he takes a look at her he understands her request of being called "sister".
Brisedes is certainly a sororitas if the huge tattoo on her left cheek didn't say enough. She uses red and white robes, which look kinda like the clothes that emeritus used to his reunions with his order. But far more slim and tighter on the body than what the mechanicus used to wear. Her head is covered by a veil. Her face is fairly young, she has dark skin and brown eyes. After taking note of her features he sees that she is taking out dinner wears of a brown paper bag.
She proceeds to help him to a sitting position. With the dinnerware, she cut a piece of mysterious meat and proceeds to spoonfeed him. "Don't get used to it, soon enough you will need to do this on your own got it?" She stated.
He only nods as she keeps spoon-feeding him. After he finishes eating, Brisedes take the plate and the dinnerware and start to go somewhere else. Erick politely asks "Sister, why is there an empty chair on that corner? Was Sarah here?"
The sister looks at the chair than at him before shortly answering "I really don't know, maybe someone forgot it there. And I fear that no. I didn't meet this Sarah that you speak off..."
Erick tried "Sarah a redhead, tanned skin, she uses her hair in a ponytail..."
The sister's only response was "No one with this same description was here. I'm sorry... Rest now soldier, focus on your recovery."
Erick quickly asks "Wait...did you just imply that someone was here?"
She apologetically looks at him before leaving the room. Now he was paranoic, the last thing she said implies that someone was there, and now she refused to answer his question. But he is too tired to worry about this right now. And with his stomach full he falls again into a comfortable slumber.
He's disturbed of his slumber again, but this time for a very peculiar sound, that's coming from somewhere on the foot of the bed. He opens his eyes to stare at a very worrying scenario. The "door" for his room, which was the very same curtains that surround him, is closed, the only light being the bright yellow lamp in the center of the room. In front of him hidden in the shadows is a figure.
The sound in question is a bolter pistol being tapped repeatedly to the frame of his bed. The barrel of the gun is pointed right at him, the metallic sound of *Tap*,*Tap*,*Tap* echoes through the room.
He can't quite discern the figure in the shadows, the only thing he can be certain of is that is a female since the shoulders and neck are far slimmer than an average man, as well as the hair that is far more voluminous. Before he could do anything the figure spoke "If you scream...your brain will decorate these horrible curtains."
Shit...the chances of the person in question ending his life is huge considering the situation, who is crazy enough to sneak in his booth and threatens him with a bolter pistol?
Wait a second...this voice is familiar. "Who are you and what do you want?" Erick whispers.
The unknown presence angrily whispers "It's me who is going to do the questioning!" she pauses. "Before we start I must lay some ground rules. First: I ask something you answer if I like the answer I won't shoot you, Second: If you try to do something funny I will shoot you, Third: If you lie, and I will know if you do, you are dead guardsman...am I clear enough for you?"
Erick could only nod dumbly as the stranger started asking "What's your name? And your I.D?"
"Erick Clarke, unit 661..." He answers reluctantly.
"Good, now what is your rank?"
"Squad leader of Gamma Squad, team I.D XXA-146..."
"Who are your parents?"
"Kane Clarke and Erika Schwarts...Why are you making these questions?" Erick asks with exasperation in his voice.
"SHUT UP OR SO EMPEROR HELP ME, I WILL PUT A BULLET IN YOUR HEAD!" The figure angrily cut him off. She lifts the bolter pistol of the foot of the bed, to point at his head, her hands can be seen now by the yellow light above his bed. Now he is certain that whoever is in the shadows is female since her nails are painted in a very shiny color of black. "NOW ANSWER PROPERLY! In Cadia you saved a battle sister...why did you do that?" The figure hesitantly asked.
Wait...her voice, the way she talks, even the way she is holding the huge weapon. "Wait...you are her! You are the battle sister that I saved! Why are you pointing a gun to my head!?"
She got up from the chair knocking it over, making a huge noise as the metal chair fell onto the ground. Before coming to his bedside, she makes a painful hissing sound, still pointing the gun at his head.
She is limping with her left leg. As she gets closer to the yellow light he can know clearly see her. She has white hair that ends up right above her shoulders, she has a big tattoo of the sororitas symbol on the right cheek, a horizontal scar on her upper lip, freckles on her nose, multiple bruises on her face and on her left eye that is a little swollen, light skin, and intense brown eyes. The next thing that Erick takes note of is her figure, she is certainly tall, she has an hourglass figure, but what calls his attention more is her arms, they are ripped and covered in scars, he never saw a woman with such strong arms and with that many scars before.
She is young, but not that young maybe twenty-four? Twenty-five max. She is using a black muscle shirt with black cargo pants. He notes that the left leg of the cargo pants is ripped apart, giving the view of a blood-stained bandage wrapping her wound.
His analysis is cut short as the sister in question puts the gun barrel literally centimeters from his mouth, and in a warning, tone askes again "Why did you save me?"
Erick stares at her before answering without breaking eye contact "It was my duty...many good people died that day, I wouldn't let you be the next. I couldn't save Emeritus or Sigilus, but I managed to save you."
She stared him back before giving an ironic laugh "You really don't know what you did, don't you?" She asked sadly.
"I saved a Daughter of the Emperor did I not?" Erick asked inquisitively.
The sororitas closes her eyes for a moment then she sighs before explaining "We battle sisters are different from your average imperial guardsman. Your duty is to conquest in the name of the Emperor, don't matter the cost, that's why the Astra Militarum is organized in the way that it is. The commissar, the trenches, and the constant war is all part of your duty. Like the Astartes your duty is death."
She paused before continuing "But for us, battle sisters our purpose is far different than yours. We are bred to be martyrs, our duty is with our sacrifice. Our willingness to further the faith in the Emperor by giving our lives for the weak and incapable. To protect the faithful, to be His holy fire..."
Erick interrupts rolling his eyes. "Okay I get it your guys are awesome."
"Oh I'm not bragging, is quite the opposite actually. Like fire, we burn everything that stands in our way, but once everything is consumed and our purpose is achieved we die out. I was supposed to die out on Cadia..."
At this revelation, Erick widens his eyes, but before he could further question the sister, she continues "I'm from the Order of Our Martyred Lady, a devout of Saint Katherine. My entire order was tasked with gaining time against Abbadon forces on land, we were supposed to be the distraction for the evacuation plan. We were dispatched to various fronts, in Cadia Primus and Secundus. The plan was simple, fight to the bitter end against the forces of chaos while you escaped."
Erick could only widen his eyes as a horrible realization hits him "That's why you were refusing to be saved... That's why you wanted me to leave you there! Through the entire rescue effort, I've never heard any of you talk about going with us."
"Exactly...my duty was to die for the refugees. A duty that you refused me!" Now she is pressing the barrel of the gun on his mouth. "At this moment I should have been in the light of the Emperor reunited with my sisters! BUT YOU GUARDSMAN, HAVE TAKEN THAT FROM ME!"
She is pressing the gun with more strength now, he can feel the metal of the barrel pressing his lips. She is putting so much pressure on his lips that he can feel that it's starting to draw blood.
The hand holding the gun starts with a light trembling "Look, lady...if you want to kill me then go on. But it won't change what happened, what is done is done. And to be fair I really wouldn't have another way. I'm not going to say sorry for saving a life, I didn't know about your duty or mission, but to be honest, that wouldn't change the outcome. I see a wounded brother I help, just like Sigilus did in his final moments." Erick said matter of factly.
"SHUT UP! STOP GIVING ME REASONS TO BLAST YOUR HEAD OF!" Screamed the unstable battle sister. Her eyes are full of rage and something else that Erick can't quite put his finger on yet. The trembling in her hands is getting worse. "At first I thought you were a FUCKING CULTIST infiltrated between the refugees, only there to test my faith, to steal my moment of glory, to mock me, to foil my duty and sole purpose of living. But now...I know what you are, you're just a foolish guardsman that made a mistake."
Erick losing his nerve screams "IT WAS NOT A MISTAKE..." he is cut off as the barrel of the gun enters his mouth.
"I don't know what pisses me off more, you being a cultist ruining this devout servant purpose or an idiot who doesn't know better..." She states, her stare is dead cold, all emotion is gone from her eyes, the trembling on her hands stopped. "I will tell my decision, and you don't have any say or voice in it, just like when you did your little stunt, got it?"
Erick could only dumbly nod still with the huge gun barrel inside his mouth. "I will follow you. Anywhere you go I will go. Each battle, operation, and patrol I will be there with you. And when the time for you to complete your duty arrives...I will steal it from you! Then your debt to me will be paid, and my glory will be restored. GOT IT?" As soon as she ends her speech, she takes the gun out of the guardsman's mouth.
Erick stared back at her for some seconds before giving up "Yes I got it...so what you will do now?"
The sister in silence takes the gun out of his face and proceeds to limp back to where the chair was. She lifts the object and proceeds to sit down on it. He can't quite clearly see her, as she goes back to the dark. "That doesn't concern you 661. Now go back to sleep..." She orders from the shadows.
"But I'm not tired..." Erick states.
"SLEEP!" The sororita screams at him. He can hear the sound of the bolt of the bolter cocking.
"Yes!" he answers quickly, then he proceeds to cover himself with the gurney blanket.
He was not lying he wasn't tired, but the time he spent only staring at his mattress counting each bloodstain on the bedsheets did the trick. Soon after his eyelids closed and sleep took him.
He is back at that strange place, in the dark, the only light is the one that comes through the vertical cracks for making the airflow in the tight space. His mother stares at him through the cracks, he can't quite see her eyes, it's a little turvy, she says something, but the only thing he could understand was "...baby I love you."
Somewhere outside he can hear a huge crashing noise, his mom looks to the left, she says something, before running to the living room, a red blur slowly passes in front of the cracks. The red figure stops, right outside this tight place.
The figure lowers itself next to the vertical gaps. Erick can see what appears to be a nose, the figure sniffs, the creature starts growling. But before anything could happen, something hits the creature. Making the figure turn and rush to the living room.
He looks to the living room walls, where he can see the shadow of the figure picking his mom from the ground. The figure is going to...Oh no...Emperor no...no...
"NOOO!" Erick awakens screaming. He is gasping for air, he feels like he ran an entire marathon, he is sweating bullets, and his bedsheets are completely wet with sweat.
The curtains of his booth are open, making the corridor lights enter on the tight space, illuminating the place, everything is as it should be, not the crazy sororitas on the corner tough. She is sitting at the right corner, holding a rosarius in her right hand, in a position that makes him deduce that she is praying, the bolter pistol nowhere to be found.
He sighs before adjusting himself to sit down on the gurney. At least it looks like she did not hear his pathetic reaction to that nightmare.
"Having nightmares 661?" She asks without getting out of her position.
"Did you heard me...?" Erick shamefully asks.
Without opening her eyes she nonchalantly answers "Yes, actually I believe that everyone on this side of the facility heard your scream, it was quite loud actually."
The battle sister puts the rosarius back on her neck, whispers something before opening her eyes, and staring right at him again. This time her eyes are only serious, he doesn't see any anger or hatred. Only discipline, and determination.
Erick points out "Yes, and who doesn't? Everyone here has already been through a lot, I would be surprised if I found someone that served on the frontlines and didn't have them."
The crazy sororitas raises one eyebrow and inquires "I don't have nightmares guardsman... is there a problem with that?"
Erick could only stare at her, he couldn't believe that. Everyone has nightmares, at least sometimes. "Bullshit! You fear something, and if you have fears, you have nightmares." He proudly proclaims.
She rolls her eyes at him before simply answering "The faithful fear nothing. Only the doubtful and heretics fear."
Predictable for a battle sister...Wait did she just lowkey offended him? Before he could argue with her, Sister Brisedes arrives with a tray containing a plate with food, a bottle of water, a fork, a knife, and a paper towel.
"It's time for your meal guardsman. This time you will need to feed without my help okay?" Brisedes gently asks.
Erick only nods as she leaves the tray on his lap. "Thanks, Brisedes."
She nods back at him, then she turns back, looks in the direction of the battle sister, and asks "So you solved your problem I presume?"
The crazy sister only nods, while maintaining eye contact with him.
"So if all is settled then...return immediately to your booth! You didn't finish your treatment, your wound is not sealed yet, and your curative hasn't been changed in three days." Brisedes chastised her.
The battle sister without taking her eyes off him briefly answers "No."
Brisedes sighs, and proceed to whistle. As soon as the sound leaves her lips two Hospitalleers using battle armor, comes through the door, they go for the crazy sororitas arms. As soon as they lift her up from the chair she starts to flail around kicking and cursing. They drag her outside, all the while the battle sister is resisting their hold.
Brisedes apologetically looks at him before proceeding to leave right behind then. Well, that was something...he only shrugs before taking the fork and proceeds to eat some mashed potatoes as well as rice, the meat was the difficult part. He tried to cut with the knife, however, it showed too difficult without the other hand to hold the piece of meat down. He managed to cut holding the plate with his belly but was kind of messy but he managed.
To be honest, it could be far worse, he could've lost a leg or his life, so losing an arm is the better outcome of what could have happened he reasoned with himself.
Some time passes before sister Brisedes shows up again to collect the tray. Before she leaves his booth she turns to him and says "I think that you are ready to be discharged. Want to try walking a little?"
Erick happily nods as he proceeds to put his feet on the ground. He manages to stand upright, but he feels his legs a little wobbly since he is in bed for four days now. He risks some steps, managing it.
He walks around in his booth for some time, Brisedes then comments "Good very good, you are indeed ready to be discharged. You will feel your legs a little weak for some time but as you go walking around the ship you will get back to normal in no time."
He gratefully smiles at the hospitaller " Thanks for everything sister. May the Emperor light be with you."
She nods before pointing to a crate under his gurney "These are the belongings that were with you when you were brought in. We cleaned your clothes and repaired what needed repair. Unfortunately, your lasgun was lost, but your laspistol was in your holster when you fell, so it is with your belongings." She adds "From now on, you only come back here if you have a problem with your wound. Change the dressing two times a day, clean it with alcohol, so you won't have an infection. And Speak to Commissar Brody Gundel for your sleeping arrangements. Now go on your way guardsman."
Erick nods before exiting the booth. The infirmary is a large corridor with many similar booths like the one that he was in. The walls are dark brown, at his right, it's the exit door, where he proceeds to go. His legs are still a little wobbly but he manages to go through it.
The next area is a large corridor with many doors just like the one he just exited from, many hospitallers are moving around, each one with a different task. He wanders a little before finding the exit of the facility.
She was strapped down onto the gurney staring at the hospitaller called Brisedes "Is this really necessary?"
The hospitaller stares at her angrily, then chastises her "Necessary? You refused treatment, refused to comply with my requests, resisted Sister Aliculata and Amima, offended me and my sisters as well as threatened a fellow patient."
Brisedes stared at her angrily, crossing her arms and tapping her fingers on her elbow. Some seconds pass in silence, then Silviya's voice breaks the silence "I was just talking to him..."
"Talking to you is to point a bolter pistol to a wounded guardsman?" Exclaimed Brisedes
Silviya widens her eyes before questioning "How?"
"Do you really think that I didn't hear the commotion you caused on his booth yesterday? When I heard your screams, I already knew that something wasn't right. So I stayed outside observing your little exchange."Brisedes paused, before continuing "I don't know how you managed to find that gun, but what you did yesterday could've ended up really bad for you. If you wish to regain your honor, first you must control yourself...since arriving here you aren't behaving properly! You are being erratic. You are refusing orders, being violent and undisciplined. Pull yourself together sister! You are a sororitas so behave like one." As she finishes talking the hospitaller only turns on her back and marches angrily to somewhere else, leaving Silviya alone.
Welp that could have gone far better. The only thing she can do now is to stare at the ceiling. Some time passes after the hospitaller leaves. She's getting bored now, she doesn't know how much the time has passed but certainly feels like an eternity. Maybe Brisedes is right, the exchange with the soldier was uncalled for. She was a little harsh with the poor guardsman...
Okay, she was pretty harsh with the poor guy...
He was only doing what he thought was right, he didn't know better...
*But he stole our glory!* another Silviya spoke in her head.
But he didn't know our purpose there, so he can't be blamed for a mistake.
*But didn't he told you that he didn't care and he would gladly do it again?*
Yes, but he doesn't really understand what we were talking about.
*If it weren't for him, we would be reunited with all our sisters, Jessita and Brigith for example...Don't you miss them?*
She can only sadly sigh with the internal struggle that is happening inside her head right now. Being strapped to this gurney and be alone with her conflicting thoughts is a fitting punishment for what she has done for the poor guardsman.
One thing is certain though when she finds him again, she will ask for forgiveness for her aggressive approach, but she'll make clear that her resolve still stands. She will get her glory back, only when she gives her life for his, she will be redeemed and her purpose fulfilled.
Thx for reading until here! The plot thickens... What will happen in the next one I wonder?
I also want to thank the people that come forth to help me. Your effort is highly appreciated.
Until Chapter 4 fellas! Have a good weekend.