Chapter 20

Terran Federation, Western Federal Frontier, "Eastern" Attican Traverse, 2678GS/2350AD

Jane shot bolt upright in bed. Alarms and meters blared around her, and she gripped her aching skull, letting out a long, drawn-out wail. Almost immediately, the pain subsided, and she collapsed back onto the hospital bed. Had she passed out again from the pain? Or was she suffering from the aftereffects of Elie's death? Did Elie even die?

She was too dazed from pain and drugs to understand where she was or what to focus on first. The walls were metal, and it was definitely a sterile environment, most likely a hospital ship. But why was she here?

Then the last moments came flooding back. A sense of dread washed over her as she hesitantly pulled back the covers.

Sitting up again, she assessed the damage. It was worse than she had expected.

Her lower right leg was gone, cut off above the knee. It had been torn away thanks to that fucking tentacle, and her limb had most likely been cooked off when the mini-nuke detonated. That was the expected harm.

What was not expected was that Gummer's round had continued through her right kneecap and exploded in her lower left leg. The shredded remains were still there, but it was a mess. She was never going to wear shoes again, that was for damn sure. If she kept what was left of it, it would be a disaster. The only reason the doctors hadn't amputated it right off the bat was they probably wanted her to muster out of the neodog program with honors due to the extent of her injuries.

She'd end up at a recruitment center, in a wheelchair, showing off her war wounds to snot-nosed kids who didn't know any better. That was how they would imagine her serving out her term. A fucking-

She cut off that anger, balling it up like a piece of paper. She was letting her mind get ahead of itself.

But she did know one thing. That wasn't happening. She wasn't going to become some circus freak they wheeled out to intimidate new recruits who hadn't even seen a Morita in real life.

That beast, whatever it was, wasn't natural; someone had put it there. And she wanted to do to them what had been done to her. Step one of that plan was getting new legs, and it would be easier—and cheaper—to get them if she stayed in the military.

Khar'Shan, Harsa System, Kites Nest January 3rd 2678GS/2351AD

Batarian State Networks,

Your News Today!

Attack against independent mercenaries, what is Operation Exterminator, and news from Torfan. All that and more today on the BSN.

Good morning and welcome, I'm Epromis Fossahan, and here is the important news of the day.

With losses in the border region mounting, independent-minded Batarians are taking up arms to fight the Terran invaders in any way they can. News is spreading of several bands of less-than-reputable Batarian groups launching daring raids on small Terran colonies and Terran aligned merchant shipping. These brave patriots are causing mayhem in the Terran supply lines as seen here with a damaged flotilla limping into neutral Asari ports.

The Terran response has been nothing less than expected. Instead of seeking to come to terms with these brave citizens as uniformed combatants under the Mercenary Conventions, they have responded by labeling them pirates and have launched Operation Exterminator, a military mission to clear their war zones of "pirate bases". The biggest target of this operation is the moon of Torfan, where the Fist of Reclamation fleet makes its anchorage. Torfan is just one of a hundred other colonies and merchant hubs across the Traverse and Skyllian Verge being destroyed in this blatant act of vandalism and murder. As a fellow Batarian, I wish these Batarians success in holding off the Terran warmongers.

As an expose, one of our journalists is currently on Torfan now relating to the defense of the moon, and to meet with the leader of the freedom fighters there.

"Are you there? Can you hear me?"

We can hear you Kalem.

"Hold on the camera drone's- There we go!"

The young Batarian stood with a microphone prop, as a crescendo of gunfire drowned out his words.

"Sorry- I didn't get that. Say again?"

There was some sort of adjustment, and then the young Batarian managed to get through.

"Fossahan, the planet is being invaded by Terran forces! They keep coming! You need to get me out of here! They're executing everyone on the spot!"

Calm down- you're a journalist, it's your job to report on these things. Now, the Terrans are invading. If they are as civil as they claim, just remember to wear your press badge. They won't harm you, it's Citadel convention, after all.

"You don't understand Fossaham! They blew the Omega negotiator out of space when she flashed her credentials that she works for Aria T'Loak! They killed a T'Loak negotiator without even reading her credentials! When the exterior garrison tried to flag surrender they were bombarded with lasers! They've explicitly declared all non-slave inhabitants of this moon as 'Hostis Humanis Generis'."

Kalem this is a live broadcast, it would turn the Citadel against them, so you just have to stay calm and take one for the hegemony if they do.

"You're insane! Oh sh-" The young Batarian was bulldozed over and trampled as a rush of pirates ran past in full retreat, many wounded, all screaming.

One of them slowed to yell at the cameraman, "Get out of here now! They just breached the complex! We're falling back to the next defensive line!"

The cameraman listened and ran after them, leaving the trampled reporter behind before something hit the cameraman in the back, sending the camera tumbling into a dark corner. There was more gunfire, and the automatic translators identified the language as Mandarin, "For the Heavenly Mandate! For the Federation! For the Phoenix! Free the slaves, kill the dogs!"

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WAR!

Elysium Burns as Peace in Traverse Shattered

The colony of Elysium burns after an enormous invasion from the Batarian Hegemony and their pirate allies. The casualties are still being counted but the casualties are expected to be in the millions, as fighting not seen since the Third Bug War erupted through the armored streets of the City of Valorous Dead. Even now fighting continues in the jungle basins between the major cities. However, most aren't focused on the enemy right now.

Instead there is a deeper philosophical and political discussion ongoing about the start of the war.

Federal Military Intelligence has stated quite clearly that the war was going to happen no matter what, and that Elysium was on the front lines. It was going to come under fire regardless of what happened, and they simply prepared for the inevitable war that was coming.

Yet why was a Federation Day Parade thrown on Elysium if they knew the war was to reach this regional capital? Why were defenses lowered and soldiers uninformed of the coming conflict?

Governors across the Federation are asking these questions about what they knew and when they knew it. Could this have been avoided completely? Was there a possibility to impress upon the Batarian state that going to war was against both state's interests?

So far, military intelligence replied, "It was coming no matter what," which has started another debate about whether the Bureau of Paranormal Warfare relies too much on the foresight of their Clairvoyant psychics..

Governor James Jarvo of the colony of New Boulder had this to say, "There's something wrong with these damn psychics. They see things that are coming in the future, and instead of looking for a way to avoid it, they rush to it. Maybe the Psychics are just reportin' what they're seein', and it's best not to shoot the messenger, but I bet their bosses didn't once think about whether we could try and stop it. They were more interested in letting the war happen. This is the problem with psychics and their handlers, they're not really citizens serving on the front lines like the rest of us. They were in the back lines the whole time, looking at reports, analyzing data, away from the bugs, away from the skinnies, away from the coven. They told us where to do the dying. Besides a very few rare exceptions, they never set foot on the ground."

Harsh words from James Jarvo, other governors are quick to point out that this is an exaggeration about the role of the psychics in the Federation.

Sky Marshall Prime Juan Rico today, "Many psychics did, have, and are serving on the front lines. Minister Jenkins, the current leader of the Bureau of Paranormal Warfare, was a soldier serving alongside his fellow troopers for many years during the start of the First and Second Bug War. We are not blind to the pain and suffering playing out across the frontier, but rest assured we have made every precaution for victory, and have a plan for the days after this terrible conflict. Viva la Federación, viva Buenos Aires!"

This debate will most likely rage for some time as we move into a new war for the Federation, against a foe that has demonstrated tenacity before in our last struggle.

The Governor Prime, Alexander Williams, had this to say on the matter, "War is an uncomfortable truth, but it's one the Federation will always be prepared for. The Citadel has condemned the actions of the Batarian Hegemony, and the brave soldiers of the Asari Republics, Turian Hierarchy, and the Salarian Union have all joined the fight in expelling the Batarian trespassers from Elysium. I am in constant contact with not just the Citadel Council but also their member nations' ambassadors. They're asking us to restrain ourselves and allow diplomacy as a method of mediating this conflict before it spirals out of the Attican Traverse and Skyllian Verge. However, our options remain open for retaliation, and I am advocating for cooler heads among the Sky Marshalls to bring this conflict to an end with a minimum of urban fighting on any world period. For now, I'll just say that the Batarian pirates on our borders will be the first to receive our opinions on the matter, and our minimum demand is their utter annihilation as an example for any who would think of us as appropriate targets for their depredations."

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Quarians in Quarantine

In equally tragic news, a lethal airborne virus has been sweeping through the Quarian Migrant Fleet, and has jumped into the Quarian Merchant Fleet population, it has now been classified as a Class One Epidemic, and quarantine across all worlds in the North has gone into effect.

Believed to be a strain of Terran Bird Flu, epidemiologists and Quarian Marines are struggling to contain the outbreak and were hasty to announce the new quarantine procedures today after it was identified, many unaffected ships are facing starvation as they are cut off from uncontaminated supplies from ships not currently facing the epidemic. The disease is believed to have originated in the worst possible location, the four liveships in the heart of the Migrant fleet, after a recent shipment of organic produce was received from a Turian merchant.

The disease, which doesn't affect Turians, has been found to have spread across much of the Terminus systems after Traitor General James Spit Projack set up shop in the lawless territories.

Keelah Si'Yah, informally known in Terran records as New Rannoch, has been hardest hit. Nearly the entire Quairan population has been reduced to sickness, only an ardent Turian support staff has kept the colony running in the interim. Many Quarians have been interred into medical stasis through a generous donation by the Hesperus and Vektan Colonial governments. The Hospital ships Liberté, Égalité, and Fraternité have been diverted from the Skyllian Verge to attend to the crisis on Terran soil and in the Merchant Fleet.

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Torfan Minor, Torfan System, Skyllian Verge, January 4th 2678GS/2350AD

Jane's world rumbled around her as the drop pod struggled to stabilize after what had turned into a hot drop. Unfortunately, the plan, as she understood it, had gone to absolute shit upon their arrival in the Torfan system, not least helped by the hotheadedness of the Fujian 1st Army. What was meant to be a surgical strike by the Federation on a pirate stronghold was quickly looking like it was about to become a drawn-out siege.

Not to blame the Chinese, but Federal Command really should have thought twice about sending the Great Wall Heroes into a fight that they felt… well, feeling strongly about it didn't cut it.

The Fujian 1st Army was the spearhead in the last Terran Batarian War, and when they failed to take their objectives in the face of stiff Batarian resistance, Major General Quan Wuhan committed suicide in shame and exhorted the Army to never taste defeat again, "For the Heavenly Mandate, for the Federation, and for the Phoenix."

The fact they'd held their own when poor intel sent them up against ten times their number of dug in Batarian Army soldiers, with their fleet support outnumbered three to one, didn't even enter his mind when he shot himself.

The Army Group didn't care either. It's been years of self professed shame for them despite the fact they fought like lions against impossible odds.

When command authorized them to initiate the counterattack into this region they'd gone hog wild overrunning fifteen systems within the first month of "the Skyllian Blitz" as everyone was calling it. On their lips was Quan Wuhan's final exhortation as they did so, disregarding their own losses.

It'd been effective, but they'd nearly destroyed themselves in the effort, and Torfan was the final stumbling block that needed to be cleared away. It was all the more troublesome when what was left of the Batarian 89th Army, the Batarian unit nominally in charge of all those garrisons the Chinese just wrecked, broke past the blockade, and reinforced the pirates there.

For the last twenty-four hours, the two armies had been butchering each other inside of the moon's never-ending tunnel network, one with a lot more glee and elan than the other.

The only reason Jane was still in uniform and not mustered out for injuries was the war. She'd refused when they offered her an honorable discharge, and double so when they offered her "alternative methods of service". When the Blitz started in earnest, they couldn't sideline a fully functional Neodog and her handler anymore.

Jane wanted to scratch the seam between her prosthetics and her flesh so badly. The skin was raw, the body still adapting to the mechanical augmentations to allow her to stand and fight. But her hardsuit and her drop capsule just mean her hands clinked against the barriers.

"Hey Chung?" Sergeant Everest called from his neighboring, "Ain't that your people down there fucking shit up?"

"Fuck off Everest, I'm from the North American Republic, the Fujian are all from mainland China."

"This is mission control, clear comms, clear comms." A monotone voice scolded.

Jane and her Neodog platoon had been added to a Foreign Legionnaire division to help clear the tunnels. The enemy was supposed to be nothing but criminals, not even the Batarian heavy infantry, but obviously, that wasn't true anymore with the 89th landed.

If Jane had been higher up in command, she would have wondered if this was some sort of trap prepared by the Batarians in repayment for the Federation's actions against them. The place turned out to be a lot better fortified than expected, seeing how it survived the tidal wave of fury the Chinese brought to that moonscape.

But she wasn't that high up, and she didn't really give a damn. Ever since Akuze, all she cared about was getting back in the fight, especially against the Batarains. It was their fault that her life had taken a rather disappointing turn, with her unit getting mauled by some sort of cyborg Thresher Maws because Fleet couldn't spare a destroyer to do a flyover. Her brother was still missing in action, presumed dead by many of the other members of her squad. The way they were treating her with kid gloves told her enough. It was her choice to continue to serve in the military despite her injuries, but she could tell they thought she needed to get out while she could, and not engage in a death ride to nowhere.

Well, that was not happening. She had been promoted, and she wasn't going to get out now.

The drop pod finally stabilized, allowing her to get a good look at what was going on around her and to the surface. The ship she'd been launched from, the Thermopylae, was currently slugging it out with a Batarian cruiser in close range, practically broadsiding each other. It was favorable for the Thermopylae, favorable for any Terran Federation ship really, but it seemed this Batarian cruiser had been designed specifically to fight Federation ships and was unleashing a cascade of hellish broadsides into the Thermopylae making her kinetic barriers ripple and her armor plates fizzle against kinetics and lasers respectively.

There was no way to know if she would come out of this alive or not, but Jane doubted the Batarians were going to win the fight in space either way. Torfan had been cut off, and the remnants of the fleet in orbit had been the entirety of the Batarian Garrison for this region, forced off their home ports by the Chinese.

Turning her attention to the dropzone, she saw it coming up quickly. Taking a deep breath, she waited until the sensor readouts turned green, indicating that she was low enough that the atmosphere wouldn't burn her up. She pulled a lever within the drop pod, and disassembly charges exploded, sending shrapnel flying in all directions to become chaff that would confuse sensors for anyone trying to locate them with anti-air. To her right, she saw the rest of her unit do the same.

"Textbook insertion." Elie thought. Neo Dog Troopers were always the first in, so this was old hat from training. The only thing new was that they would be quickly followed up by elements of the 4th Foreign Legion and a few other units, as she doubted that the Federation would waste time fighting the Batarian fleet before dropping troops for the planet below. Unless, of course, something went wrong, which, as she thought about it, it did. Beneath her was the landing point for this operation, the largest stronghold on the planetoid. Though there were other bases, this was the main port of call on Torfan, and as to be expected, it still had security.

She had been informed before the drop that there would be some light flak, assumed to be Citadel-standard kinetic weapons, non-explosive, fast-moving rounds that would cut through anyone who was unlucky enough to be hit by them. This was not likely to happen to a falling trooper if they were quick on their feet but ships, dropships favored by Citadel armies in particular, were more at risk for those sorts of guns, and that was one of the main targets for the Neo Dog Troopers.

To clear the way for the mass of troops soon to land.

Of course, shit doesn't always follow the expected path. The guns opened up, and yes, there were fast-moving anti-ship rounds of Citadel make passing her by, but there were also explosive rounds exploding to her left and right, actual damn flak rounds.

"What the fuck is that?" She heard someone calling over the radio before a scream of pain indicated that they had been hit.

"Keep calm, boys and girls! Keep calm! The enemy's just throwing up some lights. Don't worry about it. Just stick to your pre-planned drop packages. Activate your jump jets and slow your descent!" Major Kyle, overall commander of the combat drop ordered. "The enemy can't hit us if we-" The radio cut out, and Jane saw an explosion off to their right. Her eye quickly went to the sensors and determined that Kyle was still alive.

"Activate emergency jump packs!" Shepard called panic starting to grip her mind as well.

"Sir," Chung got on the line, "I recommend we move from the pre-planned jump pack activation altitude to the emergency jump pack activation altitude! The enemy seems to have explosive flak guns, if we try to slow down now, we'll just get blown out of the sky!"

There was a pause before Major Kyle responded, "Switch over to emergency drop altitude activation measures. Bio-Boys, do the same, we're going in hotter than hell!"

"Fuck! We're all going to die!" Someone shouted across the radio, but Jane paid them no mind as she activated her emergency override to lower the activation point. Legs were being broken today!

It was dangerous, they were removing all safety margins, so there was a chance they could end up turned into paste on concrete if they didn't arrest their velocity enough. Normally on a moon this size it wouldn't be a problem, but thanks to Citadel gravity technology, no one knew how heavy the pull would be. If the Batarians cranked it up before they impacted they could conceivably kill hundreds of drop troopers.

Thirty seconds later, Jane's jump pack activated automatically. Her mind was racing at a very low clearance and she felt her breath stolen from her at the sudden arresting of her armor. Even still, the ground was coming up rather quickly, and she was worried she would get pasted, so she even pulled her legs up toward her chest and held them tight, hoping to give herself a little more room. Thankfully, the jump pack's screaming engine nozzles succeeded, and she impacted the ground without injury.

With three feet of clearance, she'd managed to safely land just above a concrete bunker that had no roof access. Her feet clicked as they hit the ground and she pulled her Morita up, "You good Elie?"

"I'm good." Came the telepathic reply.

Tapping the side of her helmet, Jane checked on her squad on the HUD minimap, determining that there had only been 16% casualties, almost all from broken bones and only a handful of deaths. Not bad, but not great either.

She quickly located the most likely place where they could all reconvene, an anti-aircraft gun that was currently directing its fire upward into the sky. Blinking and flexing a finger, Jane marked the location as a rendezvous point as well as the main target of their initial push.

"Troopers, take that point and make the Batarians suffer." There were several cheerful responses as she saw the slowly converging oval enclosed around the gun. There were also several voices coming across the radio indicating that some of her men were wounded, even if they weren't in combat, she would have to worry about them after they took that position. It was fortified enough that if the enemy managed to attack them, they could hold it, and it had an area close enough to be used as a supply point by dropships.

She worked her legs, climbing alongside Elie, and still getting used to the mechanical enhancements. Jane could have gone for just standard cloned legs, that's what everyone usually does now that Citadel genetic sciences have entered the mass market. You either get cloned legs or mechanical legs to get back in service, but she opted for efficiency. Instead of human lower legs and feet, she had a digitigrade assembly from the knee down, with sharp points at the end of her feet for one thing and one thing only, traction. The fact she could kick like an ostrich was just a bonus. It also had another benefit, she could run really fucking fast when she wanted to. Squaring her shoulders, she trotted along at a quick pace despite the ruined and uneven terrain of the bunker. Dropping down, she landed in a clear trench that ran from said bunker to the next with solid-looking doors closing the bunkers off to the outside. It seemed from the battle damage around her, the Chinese had already fought over this stretch of fortifications before.

Given that the door didn't open, she was probably going to have a bit of trouble trying to climb to the top of the bunker. But that little bit of trouble was simply the application of a breaching charge. Slapping it against the door, she jumped out of the trench outside the pressure wave and felt more than heard the door collapse in on itself from the shaped breaching charge.

Swinging in she saw a stunned Batarian against the wall gasping for air she brought up her gun and fired several shots into his chest, piercing his shields, armor, and then body as he collapsed dead.

Elie joined her side and they began to delve deeper into the bunker. The first corner they turned revealed a couple of Batarians, not expecting a Terran to just charge into their bunker.

As soon as they reached for their guns Jane fired, blowing their unarmored bodies. Her smart Morita quickly found each target, putting a few rounds into their chests and overwhelming their shields with force. One guy took a few more rounds but managed to use a table as a shield, the metal protecting him to some extent. As he charged her, she stepped out of the way and kicked his leg out from underneath him, causing him to fall forward. She brought the smart Morita to the side of his head.

"Please don't kill me! I surrender!" he said.

Jane barely hesitated. She had no way of accommodating prisoners, and she was in the middle of an assault on an anti-air gun. The more she delayed the more people could die. She fired a burst into the Batarian's chest sending him tumbling to the ground dead. She felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned just in time to see a Batarian had snuck up behind her while she had been shooting his buddy. Unfortunately for him, the knife he used had deflected off Jane's ceramic-reinforced neck padding.

"Fuck." He declared simply.

"You can say that again." Elie barked, ripping into the Batarian's knee joint to bring him down enough that Jane could disentangle herself from his grip to place two bullets into his cranium, then three into his chest to ensure death.

Sure he'd been put down now, she moved with Elie to the top hatch of the bunker, levering it open just enough to peek through.

She could see the marked anti-aircraft gun. Already, some of her unit was firing upon the gun crew and entrenched troops here. The enemy, pirates from the look of it, were fighting fiercely to hold it. From her position, she had a better view than anyone attacking from out there.

She could tell they were pirates because they were wearing nondescript pressurized hard suits with no insignia, starkly contrasting with the formalized batarian army easily distinguishable by their black and red armor patterns. There also appeared to be an officer among them near the center of the formation, wearing gold shoulder pads in addition to the black and red armor, directing the defense and operation of the anti-aircraft gun.

As she watched, some idiot newbie, probably part of Kyle's lot, used his jump pack to send himself hurtling up and over the gunfire, attempting to breach the enemy line, only to be hit by a flamethrower on his way down.

He'd be fine, but he'd get some new burn scars that's for sure.

The flamethrower was unexpected. The Citadel didn't use flamethrowers, at least in the way Terrans understood them. Bringing up her snoopers, she quickly determined that the flamethrower was in the hands of one of the nondescript mercenary criminal types, her snoopers identified it as a repurposed agricultural flamethrower. That's probably why they had such out-of-the-box technology, they weren't as well-funded, like say, the Batarian Army or other Citadel forces in general. So they were just using whatever they could get their hands on, which in this case meant a militarized agricultural flamethrower, that Citadellians called flamethrowers but Terrans thought of as a joke. Well, time to assert control over the situation.

She pulled free a trio of her grenades, basically all of her frags she dropped with, and got ready to throw them, "This is Shepard, I've got a good position to start lobbing frag grenades on them, get ready to push."

"We hear you Shep!" Came Eran's rocksteady voice, "Want us to suppress?"

"Sounds good, I'll get my first grenade in three seconds."

There were some voices on the net that was along the lines of "You heard her!" and "Pour on the fire!"

She pulled the pin on her first grenade as it became a beehive up top, and threw the hatch open, tossing the three grenades before closing her hatch just as the first grenade exploded into shrapnel.

Jane heard the cry of a charge as everyone started moving up, and she heard the demo troopers do what they did best, they demoed.

Pulling up their grenade launchers, they angled them up and over the defensive wall at the anti-aircraft gun. They'd dropped with a mix of C32 Chi-Hongs and SW-402 triple thud launchers, as well as a few of the new shoulder-mounted grenade launchers made for the Systems Alliance a few years back.

They all unleashed hell, dozens of grenades landing within the area in and around the open-top bunker, quickly putting an end to the defense of the position. She could feel the shockwaves through the concrete and metal hatch, as the position was bombed.

"Position clear!" Someone shouted.

"This is Shepard, I'm coming up from the hatch!" Jane announced and waited until she got a confirmation from Chung before pulling herself through with Elie.

"Set up the IR strobes, we've got this AA gun eliminated!" Kyle ordered as the engineers did as requested.

There was no way for Jane to know what was going on with the other forces. As she gazed around to the recently cratered moonscape, she just had to hope they were doing all right and succeeding in their objectives. There were a few flares going up in their vicinity that she could see and she was getting a bit antsy alongside the others.

"This is Major Kyle, send in the boats on a narrow front, we've just eliminated the AA gun covering Sector two-seven-foxtrot." Kyle called into a nearby radioman's set. Technically Jane's own headset radio had a range of twenty kilometers, but she, and apparently Major Kyle didn't trust them to have the authentification codes to be heard up in orbit without the runaround.

"Good news everyone! Medevac and reinforcements from the Foreign Legion are landing right on our position. Roll out the welcome mat and clear out these bunkers!" Chung announced pointing out clumps of neodogs and their handlers to start sniffing around and doing their jobs.

Jane took a deep breath, once they arrived, they could get to the real work of grinding the enemy down. There were probably miles of trenches and bunkers to go through, not to mention this moon base itself was going through who knows how many miles of infrastructure downwards that would need to be cleared or destroyed.

She checked the unit roster, and her eyes twitched. If they had already taken 13% losses just taking this small portion of the surface, she realized that this was going to be a bloody affair, longer than anyone told her that's for sure.

Writers note: Hey hey another chapter of this twice in a year maybe getting things under control finally hurray and I got to work on chapter 21 that might take a bit longer but otherwise hey we're doing good.

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