Log:Black Squadron: Operation Trident
Black Squad takes a space station
OOC Date: April 8, 2021
Location: Above Corellia
Participants: Black Squadron, Jessika Pava, Ektor, Bors Thul, Poe Dameron
War!
No one ever thought it would finally make it to Corellia, but the proof was here. Capital ships fired back and forth as fighters screened crisscrossing in battle formations with patterns of laser fire decorating the void of space over the planet. War, indeed.
<<"Stay close, Black Squad. We got one shot at this!">> Screams Poe Dameron as they enter the fray following several squadrons, including Rogue. Their target lay ahead, sandwiched between heavy capital ships, a space station outfitted in Corellian style. Every gun on that station was firing, but there was no way to track it all.
Poe's X-Wing takes the lead, engines screaming as he stays in cruise for the extra UMPH to reach the station. Fighting is all around them! The station quickly looms closer, and Poe initiates the signal to pull off a hasty boarding, something he'd done just in time over D'Qar to avoid being left behind when Leia ordered the fleet into hyperspace. Afterburners expanded and Poe sank back against his seat. "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG ON, BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDY!"
The turbolaser and laser cannon fire glitters through space like multi-colored jewels in an impressive display of military might meeting military might. It's a humbling opera set on the stage before them made more so by the fact that at the end of some of those bright streaks of light are the final moments of a sentient's life. They die in a brutal way, whether exposed to the vacuum of space, an explosion that rips through their ship, or simple vaporization. The massive screen of squadrons launched prior to Black's departure is meant to sew chaos so a few small daggers can slip through the inky black cloak of void uncontested. That doesn't stop Jessika from knowing that one of those radiant lances of destruction could still find her.
She pushes that thought from her mind and instead focuses on finding the fine balance between engine output, thruster power, and manouverability. While the fusial engines of the X-Wing alight and attract the most attention, there are little tufts of quickly bursted stabilization thrusters helping guide her snubfighter through its pitch and yaw movements as transcribed by the hand on the stick and her feet on the pedals. There is no up. No down. There's nothing but the target ahead and whatever route she can take to reach it that ends with her arriving intact. Before their fight has even begun, Jessika Pava fights for life by juking her craft around floating debris sparkling with frozen moisture whenever the system star's light touches it and highlights how the sub-zero vacuum around it is manifesting as it turns end over end. Burning. Frozen. Burning. Frozen. Every turn is a new sensation.
She pushes out of her mind that she knows that sensation and instead does the one thing she does best: follows some crazy flyboy into the maw of the beast.
Teeth bared in a crooked grin, Ektor-Xer Apollyon guides his Y-wing in formation with the more agile X and A wings of his squadmates, his good eye ticking rapidly between the myriad moving parts menacing the space in front of his speeding squadron, as a thousand guns pour cannon fire in a thousand directions. His familiar dumb chuckle precedes the lazy words, << I *knew* there was a reason I got outta bed today, yeah?>>
<<"I say, Pretty Boy - ere it stands a singular strike have we in all endeavors, for if there were any what required handicap of second chance they would hail to Rogue Squadron and thus send the rabble to handle task whilst we did the real chore!">> Such noble sass today, matched to his sweep through the docking bay doors in the wake of the others.
Funny as he's in the fastest ship. So polite! So Sass.
Twirling a spiral of narrow then widening diameter, <<"Certainly hope they left a bottle to chill for us when this is all over, yes?" evading the last of the point defense bursts to let his craft sweep sideways and in on inertia, to show the bay his broadside as he comes in to land with the others.
<<"Rogue is the best at what they do! Trust in that!">> Poe believed in Tallie and her team to keep the way open for them, and she came through. Four craft make it inside the hangar bay doors before they snap shut, prompting the rest of Black Squad (Javos and the others) to veer off and search for another location. <<"DREK!">> Screams Javos from the cockpit of her Y-Wing. <<"We're looking for another way in, General. You may need to buzz us in!">> Javos said, her comms garbling after that from the extreme interference of all the blasts, and ships, and debris. They circle the station.
The four inside (Poe, Jess, Xer, and Bors) manage a hasty boarding, switching from full speed to sudden stop at great effort and exertion. All four crafts come to a harsh stop, casting up a kinetic wave of propulsion that flipped cargo containers, people, turrets, and even fresh caf left on a bolted container because stormtrooper Private LK-324 needed 'just a second' to fix his loose shin guard and needed both hands. Yes, even the caf went flying.
Targeting computers came to life when vessels capable of deploying blaster cannons (anti-personnel) suddenly produced these tasty weapons from the belly of their craft.
<<"Begin landing, we'll sweep the area with the blaster cannons!">>
She's not the last in, but she's not the first. The hangar is trying to seal it's doors shut to prevent the boarding of hostiles and Jessika takes the approach too low. The underside of the X-Wing clips enough to scrape paint, and more than enough to crumple durasteel just enough that the starfighter bucks in her grip. When Poe orders them to open up with the blaster turrets on their craft to try to clear the landing zone, Jessika's toggle to the weapon brings up a series of lines flashing quickly across her information display and triggers Ailee's bleeping relay that the bay door for it is jammed. Blaster rifle fire pings off the X-Wing's shields before leaving carbon scoring on the hull when Jessika deactivates them so she can land.
"Negative on blaster cannons. My bay door is jammed!" The landing struts deploy without issue, though, and Jessika sets down on the deck while the protective insulation of her cockpit keeps the enemy fire on the outside. "Stay with the ship!" She doesn't need to tell her astromech unit twice. Ailee even sinks into the recess of the slot on the fighter to ensure she doesn't take one to the magnetic dome. Jessika yanks off her restraints and smacks the canopy release on the X-Wing. There's no flightsuit to take off. She'd fit into the cramped space with armor and weapon ready to go. Which is why she half stands inside the cockpit and brings her carbine up to her shoulder to provide some fire if there are any targets left.
Ektor looks to be coming in too fast at first, then his bomber looks to have waited a hair too long to deploy landing struts. THEN, his entry angle looks too steep.. Yet, in equal parts luck, and more combat flights in a Y-wing than pretty much every pilot alive, he manages to bring the Wishbone to a landing, eject a terrified R2-G13 before the light bomber has even come to a full stop, and somehow still makes the precise and extremely complex landing look lazy, as he vaults out of the cockpit and draws an old Civil War era blaster pistol with an unnecessary twirl and flip.
It's also an entirely unsuccessful twirl and flip as the reformed (?) pirate fumbles and drops the blaster, before quickly recovering it in time to open fire. "I got it- I got it!" The idiot even manages to gun down a pair of stormtroopers, before missing wildly on the last shot. He somehow shot the ceiling.
Canopy popping to allow Bors a chance to hop from his seat and roll out so that he can slide down the angled fuselage the Alderaanian moves under cover fire and in the wake of Ektor as he takes in the information as presented. His old carbine is up, chunky thing that it is, <<"Copy, moving in - looking for hatch controls, I may yet be of use yet.">> nattering into his commlink as he squeezes off a pair of quick rounds, burning a small divot into white armor and scoring the wall behind one of the troopers whilst he scans for a control console if any.
<<"I may need cover ere whilst I seek to work my magic.">>
Poe's craft comes to an easy landing, albeit reckless, and both BB-8 and Poe emerge from the craft, though in different ways. Like Jess, Poe stands up in his cockpit and pulls up the T27 blaster rifle to sight in the area ahead of them. His messy hair is made worse by the helmet he plopped off. Hugging his craft along the belly, unfolds a red and blue battle droid adorned in bones.
His feet touch down, he stands up from the droid-fetal, head and neck extend, and he grabs his rifle from his pack and brings it to bear. You might think the droid's first words would be something productive, but they are not. "GREAT DESTROYER! MULTIPLE HOSTILES NEAR YOUR VICINITY. ERADICATION PROTOCOLS ACTIVATED!" And so they are. Antics aside, the battle droid engages the Stormtroopers with pinpoint accuracy, killing one out right with a head shot, and killing a second that was injured. The droid pivots, pointing toward Ektor. "THE ERRATIC DEMOLITIONIST IS BEING SHOT AT!"
Poe calls from above, "I only see one more!"
There's on left. The trooper's comrades are sprawled out and dead. Those downed by Ektor, Bors, and Mister Bones have distinct carbon scoring marks on their pristine plasteel plates. The ones taken down by Poe's blaster cannon fire will need to be sorted through piece by piece. A lone figure tries to maintain security for the hangar bay to keep it from being overtaken, but Jessika is quick to spot the would-be assailant and quicker to bring her blaster rifle up to set her gaze down its sight. A single squeeze of the trigger makes the E-14 bark. It takes just the one bolt to put the enemy down, but Jessika tries squeezing the trigger again anyway. There's nothing but a click and a muted beeping noise indicative of the power pack being drained.
She ejects it into the floor of the cockpit and slots a new one home with only her left hand. Her right keeps her carbine up on the chance she needs to adjust her barrel to a new target of opportunity. "Cover us while we disembark, Bones." She still doesn't like letting her blaster hang on her sling while she slips over the edge of the cockpit and has to drop to the floor, but there's no other way to get out and no safer way to do it except to trust that her friends won't let her get shot in the back.
Ektor ducks a bit as a shot is sent at him, not coming especially close. The Tionese pilot laughs to himself as Jessika drops the last of the initial stormtrooper detachment. "Niiice, Jess." Bones' choice of monickers for him gives Ektor a crooked grin. "Erratic bomber, yeah? That ain't bad. Sounds like 'erratic-ate'. That's prolly where the word comes from, yeah?" No it isn't, Ektor. While rambling in a combat situation, Ektor's good eye lands on an override mechanism governing the bay doors. Swagger-limping his way over, he activates comms to transmit, <<Javos! I got a line on a real hot party, you want in?>> The big lever is thrown open with a metallic CLUNK (don't worry, the safety seals will remain in place). Looking back toward Poe, he quips, "Hey, Pretty Boy: next time I join a new squad, I wanna be 'Erratic Eight', yeah?"
Bones has entered the fray - so Bors just leans into his run, carbine held at his chest while he gives a hop to slide along a work table bolted to the floor, one arm out for balance before he hits the ground and weaves through the various works of the bay for the computer station spotted.
<<"Jubilation, I have found a terminal!">> seeing Ektor's work, Bors shoulders his carbine to type one handed, ducked down and tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as he slides a toggle and begins tapping to the rhythm in his head "We've worked the same turbolaser gun, quarter deck division. Spotter I and lanyard you through the whole commission!" tapping final keys before looking to the hatchway expectantly.
Poe is slower getting off his bird, favoring his bad leg. He lands shortly after Jess does and meets Xer's look after the reformed pirate opens the bay doors again. Nice. <<"You know how to make a lady feel special, Tion.">> Javos fires back before orienting the squad to follow her. They were a few minutes out, and invested in some of the fighting now. "We gotta make it through this first, pal," Poe calls back to Xer, slapping the big-guy's shoulder in passing. Chicken-winging his rifle with one arm, Poe motions towards Bors, "Bones, you're up. BB-8 stay with us. We don't have time to wait on Javos and the rest of the team. We need to reach the station's operation deck."
Bones' feet make distinct TINK-TINK-TINK noises as he runs toward the hatch Bors was working on. "GOOD WORK, GREAT PACIFIST. WE CAN PROCEED IN OUR MISSION OF MURDER." The droid looks to Bors, nodding its beak like head with its bone-mohawk. "DO I PROCEED, GREAT DESTROYER?" The droid was in battle stance before the hatch, awaiting Bors to open it.
When the call came, Bones moved out into the large corridor and pivoted to the right, since the left was an immediate dead end. "MULTIPLE HOSTILE ORGANICS IN ANGRY FACE ARMOR. ENGAGING!" How many were there, Bones? Oh right, he was a droid and could count that high. "TEN HOSTILES BLOCKING THE PATH!"
Landed on the deck, Jessika takes up her carbine into a low ready and begins to cover the distance toawrds the terminal that Bors is operating. Her lips move in transit despite no sound coming from them. It's not until a moment later that her eyes roll. Whatever she was mentioning to herself is not shared among the group. "You wanna join a new squad already? What's wrong with the one we got? Sure, it smells a little and it's kinda old, but.." Jessika trails off there. It has no ending that needs saying beyond what the rhetoric suggests. Poe says they don't have time to wait for reinforcements. "I knew you were going to say that." Again, nothing follows. Dameron's love for acting first and worrying about everything else later is standard operating procedure.
"Bones, stop giving everyone nicknames. And announcing our presence. And why are you asking me? He's in charge." Jessika gestures with the barrel of her blaster carbine towards Poe. The front never actually aligns with him, but the gesture might suggest it will. It's not like the droid waits for an answer. Jessika proceeds after, carbine snapping up into a high ready position to fish for targets while they move down the corridor. "Less shout, more shoot." She doesn't shout. She lets the carbine do the talking for her. Two quick shots from a weapon meant for this kind of close quarters work sees one of the troopers pitch onto the deck with smoldering, smoking holes in the armor.
Ektor cackles at Suralinda's retort, hustling away from the panel as the great doors begin to grind open. He grins to Poe. "Right, first this.. then party. On a beach." Hastening his stride to keep pace with the others, his pistol is raised to fire a trio of blasts at the incoming troopers, dropping one with a pair of shots to the torso, and sending an errant blast at the next in line before ducking against the corridor wall for a scrap of cover. Mid firefight, he answers Major Pava: "Jess, we been in pretty much.. all the squads, yeah? Name a color, I flown in it.. I'm just saying, maybe one of these missions we gotta have.. Yanno, disguises or some drek? Like we're a bunch a mercenary badasses. You could be the tough no nonsense Merc captain that keeps a bunch of crazed killers in line. What a stretch, yeah? HA. The Merc Queen of Erratic Squadron,this drek writes itself!" Blam blam blam.
"Long we trod on the hyperlane, now we're safe on soil, J'aq. Don't forget your ol' shipmate. Falee-ralee-ralee rye-doh!" still singing as the doors open, though Bors spares a look for Bones at his new given title. But more troopers come and Bors is in motion, carbine lifted to ready position.
"Murder is must be, friend Bones." resolved and grim faced even as he swings his iron-sights over one of the incoming troopers. His wish for a leg shot, his drilled instinct for center of mass.
"Often times we laid out, toil nor danger fearing - centerin' tractor beams upon the pirate ship a'rearin'" Apparently the tune remains in his head - the second shot sliding past the next trooper even as his first target falls. At least he's not talking; there's at least that? Less shout, more SING!
"YEAH, Bones, I'M IN CHARGE!" Poe says, then motions to the other two guys. "You guys heard that, right?"
Action! Poe fires with a single burst, catching a stormtrooper with all three shots and spilling them over. He yells out, "One down.. I see four more! Bones.. push up. Let's go!" Tempo was the name of the game, and the longer Black Squadron had shock and awe on their side, the longer they could press for the advantage.
Four troopers began to run back, giving the squad ground. They did this while firing, proving unremarkable in marksmanship but not short in supply of heart. <"The Sarge is down!"> One trooper yelled. Another motioned for them to run. <"Someone help!">
"We need one of those Jedi things so we can just cut holes straight through the walls to get to where we're going. They do that kind of stuff, right?" Another trooper dies in an exchange of blaster fire. The walls are becoming coated in pock marks to match the armor the troopers are wearing. Their assault is so sudden that the crew has yet to rally much of a defense against them. "That way we wouldn't have to worry about blast doors." Getting stuck between two cut-off sections of the ship wouldn't be a good time. It'd be a lot of staring at walls while Jessika tried to go to work on the panel to bypass electrical in that zone and get all that stuff opened again. It'd work, but it'd also be a time consuming process.
Which is why Jessika is quick on the heels of the two individuals--droid and man alike--trying to carve a path through towards the destination they're heading for.
Ektor had taken a rare moment of something like self preservation as he'd ducked against the wall, but as Poe calls a push, the bomber pilot shrugs off the wall and advances rapidly up the corridor, firing as fast as his pistol can manage, hoping to keep the stormies' heads down, and lucking into dropping one of the remaining squad. "Moving up! And yeah, Jess. I been trying to borrow a laser sword forever. Wizards is crazy stingy with them things." Belatedly, he adds, "And I *know* you're in charge of Black, Poe.. just saying, for Erratic Squadron, you seem more like the Ex-Oh, who keeps trying to seduce the opposition, yeah? And Jess threatens to kill you in front of.. whoever it is we're aimed at- DREK," he abruptly breaks off, as his rapid advance up the corridor encounters SIGNIFICANT opposition.
Ducking to a kneeling posture to let the bolt fly past him, Bors is likely as surprised as anyone else he wasn't hit. Especially his right leg. His right leg that is an interesting pattern of blaster fire divot scars. Because it's always his right leg. <<"Guess I didn't need the extra kinetic plates today?">>
Pushing forward and towards the side of the corridor left unmolested by Ektor, Bors keeps his eyes forward even while Jessika's shots hiss past him and drop the troopers they are fighting to get through. A rare burst of fury at the idea of what these soldiers represent taking Bors as he fires again, eyes watering and expression pained when he swings to repeat the same - blackened armor punctuating the death wrought by the Lord of Thul.
"Mother guide them to peace and father guide me to resolution." kept off the comms for now as he huffs a deep breath back through his nose. But at least he knows this wall is clean. Unlike Ektor's. That wall is a dirty, dirty wall. Not Bors's good, clean, wall that must be abandoned to push on with the others.
<<"Just landed,">> Javos communicates.
Poe and the fire team arrive at a large food court junction with holoprojected signs pointing in various directions. Poe looks to the signs first, "IT'S.. this.. oh DREK!" He had wandered out into the open where some eighteen (18) troopers were assembled behind flipped tables. Blaster fire fills the spot Poe just leaped from and he scrambles back to his feet to use the corridor bulkhead for cover. "Rekk me, it's a whole platoon of them."
"STAND ASIDE, PRETTY GIRL, AND ALLOW THE MURDER TO BEGIN!" Bones steps out into the chaos to begin opening fire. Poe puts a hand to his ear and steps off to the side. <<"Suralinda, we could use you and the team down the corridor. We're fighting a whole rekking TON of them.">>
<<"We're on the move, Poe. Hold on!">>
"Jess, you think I can use a grenade in here?" He lifted the weapon he carried motioning to the aftermarket add on adorning its lower tactical rack.
"I think if you're going to use a grenade in here that you need to throw it behind them so the cavitation in our direction is mostly absorbed by all the bodies and not so much forced down this narrow corridor and into concentrated pressure. I'd also keep your mouth open if you like your eardrums and stuff." Jessika doesn't look Poe in the eye while she speaks. She looks around him and the bulkhead so she can half-lean and half-side step to present just enough of her blaster rifle to squeeze off accurate shots at the mass of troopers in the food court. One shot goes stray wild and takes out a tray of food. One hits dead center and the trooper simply collapses forward to come to rest against the angled feet of the table that jut out from where they've over-turned it to provide a kind of make-shift barricade against the onslaught.
Ektor translates for Poe: "YES, USE THE REKKING GRENADE. Throw it FAR, yeah?" He's helpful. Ektor fires around the corner hastily, only managing a single shot to a white armored limb before ducking back to try and minimize how much of him gets shot in return.
"Cut thee the head from thine serpent foe and shall there be naught but writhing body." leaning momentarily, squaring up one of the troops who looks like he's pointing more and shooting less before he fires, melting a bit of table before it can be sullied further by troopers or former pirates.
"Dwang." Language.
The second shot takes the trooper with shoulder markings in the neck, sending him to the ground and Bors ducking to make himself a smaller target.
"Shazbott..." LANGUAGE. BORS.
"Behind them.. and far.. got it." Poe says, echoing his companions as he primed the rifle to fire the high explosive round. Taking a moment to find the gumption, he finds it, and steps out in time to see Bones spartan kick a table forward pinning a few troopers and blasting one that stumbled. It earns an odd look that's short lived, because Poe is already being shot at. "Rekk!"
THOOONK!
The grenade sails between a pair of troopers landing behind the line and combusting a second later, its blast so loud that Poe grimaces, ducks, and runs the wrong way first, then the right way back to the wall hiding his friends. "AHHH.. I FORGOT TO OPEN MY MOUTH!" Poe screams, his hearing gone. A pump of the action spits out an orange hot tibanna cannister and Poe slides the rifle back, drawing the heavy pistol on his side.
"NOT MANY LEFT UP THERE. WE MIGHT LIVE THROUGH THIS!"
Meanwhile, Bones is crouched behind cover, bobbing his head up and down.
"GRENADE OUT," Jessika screams it when Poe decides he's going to emerge from cover and deploy it. "COVERING FIRE." She doesn't like shouting, but there are some things worth shouting about. Peeking out from around cover again, Jessika snaps off another pair of shots. One goes wide into a wall. The second, again, finds its mark in the already-compromised plating of another trooper. When it goes down to the floor, it doesn't move again. Jessika tucks back in and doesn't forget to keep her mouth open. Even around the corner, the explosion rocks through her. It's a myriad of effects cascading as one. Violently, the air surrounding the explosion is pushed out so hard that it causes soft tissue damage to those in the immediate vicinity. It's pushed out with such force that, for a moment, it's actually a vacuum. That air sucks back in, causing further damage to those caught in the vicinity, but that's not the only thing happening. Shrapnel and heat combine to kill troopers caught by the grenade. Jessika feels like something's punched her somewhere deep in her nasal cavity.
"See, that drek is why I never shut my mouth," Ektor claims, at Poe's explosive misfortune. He reflexively works his jaw and nose, muttering, "Drek, I think my bad eye is rolled backwards." No it isn't. Then, there's a handful charging their position, and Ektor chooses to concentrate his fire on the squad leader, putting the sergeant down with finality in a torrent of burning tibanna gas.
There is a long stare given to Poe when he complains of not opening his mouth, and his continued shouting. A blink. Then there are people charging and blaster bolts are all around him. Scuttling to one side and jumping to one side with a bit of a 'HOO! WOO HOO-HOO!' as he gets to safety and returns to standard SOP.
Blaster barking in his hands and doing little more than melting a hunk of plastoid armor, scrabbling to get back to his feet so that he isn't found a lame nerf out there, waiting to get slaughtered. Or Ektor'd...
They don't have time for anymore humor, because Bones is down! The remaining platoon charges the corridor from the food court, rounding the corner and opening fire with screams heard through the voice emitters on their helmet. They were merciless, just like you'd expect a stormtrooper to be, and pursued the squadron members to engage in close quarters. It's a fight for their life!
Poe takes a hit in the chest, his armor shattering to absorb the impact, but he rises up to fight still. "JUST.. LIKE.. MEGALOCK!"
The troopers charging them come around the corner to find Black Squadron hunkered down against bulkhead outcroppings and blasters ready. The exchange is deadly on one side, but the troopers don't go down without a fight. Jessika cries out amidst the close-ranged fray, but she turns pain into anger and sights down her weapon despite the protest of her right arm and puts the trooper down with two shots that are so overlapping that it looks like she carved a smoking eight in the soldier's chest plate. Gritting her teeth, Jessika has the fortitude to remain in position to repel any further advancements from the troopers trying to hold them off. "We're getting bogged down here!" If Poe's intention is to move fast, they've hit a proverbial speedbump.
Ektor gets lucky, as a trio of blaster bolts score the corridor to his left, his right, and over his head, but leave the pirate unburned. As the remainder of the stormtrooper unit rush the corridor en masse, he opens fire at close range, gunning down two of the white armored tide. He hollers toward Jess, "They're thinning out, think I can make a run for it, yeah?”
"Why do I always get shot when you're around?" Jessika hisses it to Suralinda. The question itself isn't hostile so much as being shot just hurts. "First Spalex, now here." She avoids looking at it. She knows it'll look worse than it is and it's just better to think of it as a minor flesh wound for now. Hefting up and off the wall she's been leaned against to try and take up as much cover as possible for the jutting strut that forms the section, Jessika casts a glance into the food court where Bones is. "No, Bones. I'm fine." Poe receives the final look. His bewildered visage is clue enough: he didn't open his mouth when the explosion went off. "I told you so." Is that really necessary? It makes her feel better.
"Rekk the Republic, and didn't Alderaan blow up?" Is Ektor's answer to Bors. The mission is looking dire, when Javos and company join the party. Ektor greets his fellow Y-wing pilot with a crooked grin and the words, "Bombshell, you got *timing*. Come on, let's grab the big guns and blow some drek up, yeah?"
<"Alderaan is a people, cad!"> is the response for Ektor's cheek, moving on while the Y-Wing pilot greets his fellow slow-space-brick flying compatriot. Carbine up and feet pounding while he makes for their target, or at least any door panels in the way - mayhap not to the talent of Jessika - but not relying on droids in a socket has made him quite the daft hand with electronics.
Which is often to the infuriation of his techs when he returns to base with electronic noodles all over him after a good furball in space. But if Bors can be of use, he'll make himself useful.
