You have just entered room ÒFKA Hnoiyika.Ó Ael tVecj: bleah TrIsmail: Oh btw I have a friend on the ThunderHawk who'd be a "natural" for the Freedom ... I'll have to mail him AGAIN and ask if he can make it. Ilia tReki: Aefvadh, Ael.. ;) Ilia tReki: Aefvadh back, that is.. Ael tVecj: Any questions about tonight? Ilia tReki: ::was just happy to have it spelled:: TrIsmail: Ilia, something like Monty Python-type comedy on the Freedom ... TrIsmail: No questions here. Ilia tReki: Aaah... tis always an ideal we strive for... ;) KYele trWoodlock has entered the room. Ilia tReki: Jolan tru, K'Yele. :) KYele trWoodlock: Ael tVecj: Jolan tru K'Yele! TrIsmail: Jolan'tru K'Yele trNatsirt: What, you've abandoned frequent MP refrences t'Reki? But what fun can it be then? KYele trWoodlock: ::blinkblink:: KYele trWoodlock: ::glance:: KYele trWoodlock: Figgered we'd be started by now... TrIsmail: Almost started ... Ael tVecj: We were waiting for you. Ilia tReki: Exactly, Nat.. ;) Ilia tReki: The shrine has even fallen into disrepair.... ::sighs:: Ael tVecj: All in the hotel (Me, Malor, KYele, Nat) use #. Ael tVecj: The rest of yous...find something exciting and missiony to do. ;) Ilia tReki: Aw... no gardens...? Lera tResan: Oh, fun. :) TrIsmail: Gardens, paintings .... whatever. Lera tResan: ::resumes kissing Telar:: :) Ael tVecj: Well, I meant, weapons, ilicit trading... trNatsirt: ::tacks a # to the front of his screen:: TrIsmail: Ah! You mean ... fun, Enarrain? Arr C tSom: Mission-y, Lera...not missionary.... Ael tVecj: Ie. Ael tVecj: ::chokes:: TrIsmail: LOL C'eryl! Arr C tSom: ::whistles innocently:: trNatsirt: Lera tResan: ::Lera's Innocent Look::ª Lera tResan: Bad C'eryl! KYele trWoodlock: C'eryl, I'll pretend I don't understand the reference. ;) KYele trWoodlock: For, if I did, I'd have to leave the room. Arr C tSom: Good boy, K'Yele ;) Ilia tReki: ::finally gets it::hangs her head::;) Arr C tSom: ::huggles Ilia:: Lera tResan: ::also huggles Ilia:: KYele trWoodlock: Don't worry, Ilia.. took me a moment to get it, too. ;) Ilia tReki: ::shuffles back over to her plants::ashamed:: TrIsmail: ::::::group huggle::::: Ilia tReki: Took me your moment and then my own, though... ;) Ilia tReki: ::group hugs::sniffles slightly:: Ael tVecj: Ehrmm..Vaed'rae! Lera tResan: ::goes back to kissing Telar:: TrIsmail: ::HV:: Ilia tReki: ::hrrau vaed'rae:: Arr C tSom: ::hrrau vaed'rae:: KYele trWoodlock: Least you can say you have the purest mind here.. Ael tVecj: ::looks pityingly at Ilia:: Lera tResan: ::hrrau vaed'rae:: KYele trWoodlock: ::hrrau vaed'rae:: TrIsmail: ( ::pokes Lera:: ) trNatsirt: ::hv:: TrIsmail: ( sorry ) Lera tResan: (::shrieklejumps::) Lera tResan: Malor Savk: #::hrraue vaed'rae:: Ael tVecj: >>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<< Ael tVecj: >>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<< Ael tVecj: >>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<< Lera tResan: Malor Savk: ::pacing in Hotel room:: Ael tVecj: #::stands in the middle of the tiny room, looking at the kid pinned to a chair:: Lera tResan: ::with Telar, wandering around the festival:: TylusJadon: ::wandering:: TrIsmail: Arr C tSom: ::wearing her Airy Costume, wanders around the festival:: KYele trWoodlock: # ::leans against the wall across the room, eyelids hooded:: So... what do we do with him? TrIsmail: :::wandering around Festival with Lera, feeling at ease::: trNatsirt: # ::stares indignantly at his captors:: Malor Savk: #::looks at boy,holds up some fruit:: Hungry? TylusJadon: ::wondering where everyones gotten to:: Ilia tReki: ::wanders the paths of the garden contentedly:: trNatsirt: # ::turns away from Malor, although he desperately wants to eat:: Arr C tSom: ::sees Tylus, wonders what he's up to..:: Lera tResan: ::wearing her Even-Airier-Than-C'eryl's Costume:: Malor Savk: #::kneels down eye level with boy:: Go ahead and take some. Arr C tSom: ::wanders towards booths, strolling slowly past groups, listening for anything interesting:: trNatsirt: # ::eyes soften for a moment as he looks at the food:: ::reaches a gruby hand out and grabs some:: ::shoves it in his mouth and turns away again:: KYele trWoodlock: # Malor, are you sure he understands Rihannsu? Lera tResan: ::squeezes Telar's hand:: Arr C tSom: <::is still hungry from dinner, thanks a whole lot, Malor...you're making me hungrier!> Ael tVecj: #::leans over and murmurs to K'Yele::I guess we feed him. Ael tVecj: #Someone should track down Tylus...maybe he could translate. KYele trWoodlock: # ::murmers back:: He won't be much use if he starves to death. TylusJadon: ::finds a small wall, sits up ontop of it looking around:: Malor Savk: #::shrugs:: Depends on how lond\g he has been here. GKhr Zak trArmGo has entered the room. TrIsmail: :::stops at kiosk, begins to order some P'eps'i, notices something suspicious, nods to Lera:: (q) Ssst! Got au'r disruptor handy? (mouthing words) Ael tVecj: (Aefvadh!) TrIsmail: ( Aefvadh aboard Rekkahi ) GKhr Zak trArmGo: <> Malor Savk: #Surely he has learned so of our language to survive. Arr C tSom: ::glances at the crafts, listening to the vendors, engrossed in conversation:: KYele trWoodlock: # ::kneels down in front of the child and tries his limited grasp of Terran:: We... not harm you, child. Understand? TylusJadon: ::picks a chip of the brick off the wall looks it over:: Ael tVecj: #Don't be so hasty with your promises, Daise'Erei'Riov. Lera tResan: ::shakes her head:: KYele trWoodlock: #::looks up at the Enarrain and hopes the child *doesn't* understand Rihannsu:: Malor Savk: #::looks at Ael with surprise:: Ael tVecj: +Ceryl+ Arrain, please find Tylus and return him to base. trNatsirt: # ::mumbles something in Terran but its too soft to be made out:: Arr C tSom: +Ael+ Ie. Ael tVecj: #::feels slightly chastened:: Well, I never liked children.. KYele trWoodlock: # ::then thinks for a second:: You know Terran, Ihhei? trNatsirt: Arr C tSom: ::remembers having seen him in that direction...there he is:: TrIsmail: (quietly) This "merchant" is a weapons runner ... divert him please, I'll take him ... use the "Innocent look" ...::grins:: Arr C tSom: ::walks towards the wall he's sitting on:: KYele trWoodlock: trNatsirt: TylusJadon: ::about to toss the stone at a passerbyer when we sees Ceryl heading his way:: TylusJadon: oh ::smile...dropping stone:: Hi. Malor Savk: #::smiles at the boy and holds up some more fruit:: Arr C tSom: Tylus! I've been loking everywhere for you! You know mother will be furious... KYele trWoodlock: #::glances back at the boy:: You said something, yes? Lera tResan: ::goes over to the merchant:: KYele trWoodlock: # I did not hear that which you said. TrIsmail: ::walks away, disappears momentarily:: Arr C tSom: ::takes his hand:: Come with me... TylusJadon: ::raises an eyebrow:: She usually is trNatsirt: #::speaks a few words in Rihannsu:: Free. Give. Free. Now. Arr C tSom: ::stifles a chuckle:: Lera tResan: ::lets him get a good look of her Airy Costume:: TylusJadon: ::hops down from wall...follows:: Ilia tReki: ::gazes up at the particularly enticing fruit dangling from the tree beside her:: Ael tVecj: #::narrows eyes:: Malor Savk: #::nods:: Ie, it is free. KYele trWoodlock: # ::raises an eyebrow and speaks in Terran still:: Not yet, child. Arr C tSom: We must hurry. She wants us. KYele trWoodlock: # ::shakes his head at Malor:: He wants us to give him his freedom. TylusJadon: ::picks up the pace TylusJadon: ::: Ael tVecj: #He's a thief. He either talks to us, or we turn him into the authorities. Arr C tSom: ::hurries into the hotel and up to the room...rings chime at door:: Malor Savk: #oh... TrIsmail: ::leaps out from behind merchant, grabs him by throat, has kaleh drawn:: All right. Move and au DIE. trNatsirt: # ::struggling to find words:: Free. Home. ::shouts:: Free! Home! ::bangs against restraints:: KYele trWoodlock: # Enarrain.. you don't deal with children much, do you? Malor Savk: #Where is home? Arr C tSom: KYele trWoodlock: # Children will not be forced into anything. Anything. TrIsmail: ::ties merchant, drags him off with Lera:: Au are going to answer some questions, understood? Malor Savk: #Can you tell me about home? Arr C tSom: #::rings chime again:: KYele trWoodlock: Ael tVecj: #Oh come on, Daise'Erei'Riov, he's been living on the streets, he's seen it all. trNatsirt: # ::stares uncomprehendingly at Savk:: TrIsmail: Merchant > Ah ... ah, Ie ... Ael tVecj: #Even our strongest interrogation would be merciful. TrIsmail: Merchant > ::stumbles along with Telar and Lera:: trNatsirt: # ::can't understand the woman, but knows he doesn't like her:: trNatsirt:
TylusJadon: # <> Malor Savk: Arr C tSom: #::yells:: Mother! I've found him! Let us in! Ael tVecj: #::opens the door:: KYele trWoodlock: # ::shakes his head:: Enarrain, that isn't what I mean. If we told him to talk or we'd turn him in.. we'd have to talk. Children inevitably do the opposite of what one tells her. Arr C tSom: # Found him ::meekly:: Ael tVecj: #::raises an eyebrow at her e'lev:: Jolan tru, daughter. TylusJadon: # ::steps in:: Arr C tSom: ::shrugs:: TylusJadon: # What's up.....::stops as he sees the Human:: KYele trWoodlock: # ::nods to Tylus:: Jolan tru. We rather need a translator... TrIsmail: ::sets Merchant down in out-of-the-way area, away from festival grounds:: All right. Who are au working for and why? Arr C tSom: #Do you sitll need me? Ael tVecj: #Not just children. ::growls to herself:: KYele trWoodlock: # ::laughs:: My Terran is a bit rusty. Ael tVecj: #Na. Were you in the middle of something? trNatsirt: TrIsmail: Merchant > I ... I do not know, Rekkhai ... I ..,. have never even met my employer. Arr C tSom: #::shakes head:: Na. Feeling like I'm close, though. TylusJadon: # ::runs a hand through his blond hair:: Where'd you pick him up? GKhr Zak trArmGo has left the room. Arr C tSom: #::bows:: Ael tVecj: #::smiles::I think the Daise'Erei'Riov wishes to relieve me of duty. TylusJadon: # ::takes a step towards the human:: Malor Savk: #;;stares at Ael, wondering if he did the right thing by catching the boy:: KYele trWoodlock: # ::stares at the Enarrain:: Ihhei? trNatsirt: # ::stares frightened as more people enter:: ::hates not understanding the language of the villains:: Arr C tSom: #::winks at Ael'vna:: So what else is new? Do you want to come with me, then? TylusJadon: # ::in Terran:: What's your name? Ael tVecj: #::moves to the door:: Daise'Erei'Riov, Malor...do what you will. I'll trust you to extract the information we seek. TrIsmail: Hm. A likely story. We'll soon see about that. +Ael+ tr'Isma'il here ... we've captured an arms dealer ... what should we do Ihhei? We are trying to interrogate him but ... he seems uncooperative. Or very very stupid. KYele trWoodlock: # Ie. Malor Savk: #Nods and bows:: Ael tVecj: #::bows in turn:: Ael tVecj: #::offers her arm to C'eryl::Come my child. Malor Savk: #::turns back to boy:: Arr C tSom: #::takes her arm:: TrIsmail: ::looks at Lera like "here we go again just when we thought we'd be having fun":: Lera tResan: ::nods:: trNatsirt: # ::in Terran:: My name is Larouse TrIsmail: :::sighs::: Ael tVecj: #+Telar+ Entice him as much as you want. Assuming he's not a child. Ael tVecj: #::exits the hotel room with C'eryl:: Malor Savk: #::to Tylus:: ask him how he got here? TylusJadon: # ::Terran:: What are you doing here? TrIsmail: +Ael+ He's an adult. I had to attack him. trNatsirt: # ::Terran:: Let me go! Now! Arr C tSom: #::walks with Ael, groans:: I hope they were...secretive. KYele trWoodlock: # ::sighs softly:: That's all he's been telling us since I got here. TylusJadon: # Don't think that's gonna happen right away. Ael tVecj: +Telar+ Remember, we're undercover. Ael tVecj: ::sighs and nods to C'eryl::After that last mission... trNatsirt: # ::T:: You let me go or..or...or my father will destroy you! Ael tVecj: I should have left him on hwaveyiir duty. Malor Savk: #::can tell by response the boy is frightned, pats him on his arm:: TrIsmail: +Ael+ Understood Ihhei. We've moved away from the festival grounds. trNatsirt: # ::tries to pull arm away from Malor:: Arr C tSom: ::shrugs:: Hey, he found someone... Ael tVecj: +Telar+ Keep me informed. TylusJadon: # Oh? And who is he? TrIsmail: +Ael+ Ie Ihhei. Tr'Isma'il out. Malor Savk: #::to Tylus:: Ask where he is from. Ael tVecj: ::smiles:: Ie. We seem to have the thugs and the Boy Scouts covered...where else to look? KYele trWoodlock: # ::kneels down in front of the child and takes his hand:: Listen, child. You see your father if you tell us what we wish to be told to us. trNatsirt: # My father is one of the most powerful men in the whole system! He owns more ships than...than you've ever seen! TrIsmail: :::to Merchant::: Now ... how long have au been in business with Etre X? TrIsmail: Merchant > 15 years ... TylusJadon: # A little dirty to be a richkid, eh TrIsmail: :::nods::: Mnekha. Au are paid well I presume? TrIsmail: Merchant > :::nods::: trNatsirt: # ::avoids the gaze of his captors:: I...I ran away. KYele trWoodlock: # ::smiles:: Why leave the most powerful man in the system? trNatsirt: # But when my father finds out that I'm here, he'll call in all his favors to come rescue me! He knows the Senator on this world! Arr C tSom: ::to Ael:: How about little old ladies? TrIsmail: :::turns to Lera::: Any idea on who would want to be doing weapons-running business on a place like Aurgesis Prime? KYele trWoodlock: # ::blinks, looking up at the others:: Malor Savk: #What senator? Ael tVecj: ::raises an eyebrow::Do you think we'd go over well with them? KYele trWoodlock: # ::in Rihannsu:: The Senator here has dealings with a Terran? Lera tResan: ::shrugs:: Arr C tSom: Hard to say. Malor Savk: #::shrugs:: TylusJadon: # ::Rihan:: Things get unteresting. TrIsmail: He's got to have some sort of motive. Ties to the Havrannsu movement perhaps? Tal'Shiar? KYele trWoodlock: # I think we should look into that. Maybe the problems with contraband are deeper than we thought... TylusJadon: # ::Terran:: Well, tell us your father's name and we'll return you to him. Ael tVecj: ::walking along the dusty street with her::Perhaps, if their sons and daughters are fighting for a better world... trNatsirt: # ::not sure if he should trust the Greenie (as he and his friends call the Rihannsu):: Arr C tSom: ::nods slowly:: Ilia tReki: ::starts to feel a little guilty just lounging in a garden:: KYele trWoodlock: # ::looks back at the child:: TrIsmail: :::turns back to Merchant::: Well? KYele trWoodlock: # ::Terran:: You wish to be seeing your father again, yes? trNatsirt: # ::finally decides it probably couldn't hurt:: My father is Garrison Larouse! TylusJadon: # Mom said her people could be stuborn, but this kid takes the cake ::in Terran:: Ael tVecj: ::nods over towards a bake sale:: Worth a little chocolate, at least. Ilia tReki: ::sighs and makes her way back out, picking one last piece of fruit:: Arr C tSom: ::brightens:: Ie, indeed... TylusJadon: # ::Rihan:: Have any record on 'em? KYele trWoodlock: # ::smiles:: All right, we'll have you back to him as soon as we can. trNatsirt: # Let me go! Ael tVecj: ::sees her face and chuckles softly:: KYele trWoodlock: # ::blinks:: You do not wish to be seeing your father? Malor Savk: # ::jaw drops and in rihannsu:: His father sits on the federation council. TrIsmail: Merchant > :::breaks into a sweat::: All right, all right ... but ... :::nods towards pocket::: I have an abnormal blood-pressure problem ... :::pants::: Give me my pills ... two of them ... I'll tell you. Ilia tReki: ::tries to remember her way back to the main festival::looks around for signs and crowd clusters:: TrIsmail: :::nods, kneels down, retrieves pills, gives them to merchant with P'eps'i::: TylusJadon: # ::just looks at Malor:: You're kidding Ael tVecj: ::digs in her pockets for some coins:: TrIsmail: :::Merchant begins choking, passes out ... dies::: Malor Savk: #I don't kid. trNatsirt: # ::doesn't answer:: TrIsmail: :::whirls around, looks at Lera::: Elements ... suicide pills ... Arr C tSom: ::smells the chocolate, eyes it:: KYele trWoodlock: # ::in Rihan:: So the Senator of this planet has dealings witih the Lloan'na council...? trNatsirt: #::looks off at the wall:: KYele trWoodlock: # The plot thickens. Lera tResan: ::frowns:: Ael tVecj: ::presses some silver into her hand::Go for it, green one. TylusJadon: # ::frowns....looks at the kid:: Arr C tSom: ::grins, purchases some chocolate from the young vendor:: TrIsmail: :::sighs::: +Ael+ He tricked us. He's dead ... suicide pills. TylusJadon: # ::takes a seat across from him:: Doesn't look much older than me. KYele trWoodlock: # ::looks at the kid:: Is there a place you would like to be not with your father? Ilia tReki: ::gets stuck trying to move through a particularly thick cluster, especially while trying to keep her light garments in place:: KYele trWoodlock: ((Older? He's, like, six, isn't he?)) Ael tVecj: +Telar+ Sounds more serious than a few bored ruffians... Arr C tSom: ::grins to vendor:: Hann'yyo trNatsirt: Ael tVecj: ((like, 10..)) Arr C tSom: ::starts on chocolate:: Ael tVecj: ::saunters over to the vendor who's making eyes at C'eryl:: TylusJadon: ((oh, well then..."only looks a little younger than me")) Arr C tSom: Mmm....want some? Arr C tSom: ::to Ael:: TrIsmail: +Ael+ Indeed, Ihhei ... he said he was going to tell us all about his employers ... could have been Havrannsu or Tal'Shiar from the way the interrogation was going ... KYele trWoodlock: # ::nods to Tylus:: Doesn't... look... much younger, na. Ael tVecj: ::eyes the chocolate::Na right now... Ael tVecj: ::swallows some drool:: trNatsirt: # ::sniffles:: Arr C tSom: ::blinks shyly at the vendor, turns away:: Ael tVecj: +Telar+ Forces in opposition to the new government? ::whispered into her comm:: TylusJadon: # ::Rihan:: Put a tracking device on him and let 'em go. Gives him the chance to get away from his father or...lead us to him. KYele trWoodlock: # ::looks at the kid, then back to the others:: Do you think he's told us enough? Ael tVecj: ::looks the vendor up and down:: How would you be interested in something sweeter than chocolate? KYele trWoodlock: # Ie, a decent idea. Arr C tSom: ::hears Ael, desperately keeps from choking:: TrIsmail: +Ael+ (q) Elements forbid, Ihhei, but ... anything is possible! We should be on the lookout ... Lera tResan: KYele trWoodlock: # He seems pretty street-wise, though. We need to figure out a way to give it to him without tipping him off. Arr C tSom: ::is glad she's turned away from the vendor:: Ael tVecj: ::hears coughing behind her::Not *that*... KYele trWoodlock: # Do you think we could put some kind of radioactive isotope in some fruit juice...? Ael tVecj: TylusJadon: #::Stands, turns away from the kid..pulls something from his jacket:: Ael tVecj: ::pulls open the folds of her cloak...:: TylusJadon: # ::pulls out a candy bar:: trNatsirt: # ::suddenly turns:: ::aware that something is going on:: Lera tResan: <::Lera's Innocent Look::ª> TylusJadon: # ::to Kid:: Want some? Arr C tSom: ::looks around the festival grounds from the booth:: Ael tVecj: ::to reveal the shiny nickel hilt of an enchanced officer-issue disruptor:: trNatsirt: # ::stares hungrily at candy bar:: I..I haven't had chocolate for a month... Arr C tSom: TylusJadon: # It's not real chocolate...but a close enough match. TrIsmail: :::sighs, wanders back to Festival grounds with Lera, rather aimlessly, immersed in thought::: Arr C tSom: ::sees Lera and Telar, in the distance:: TylusJadon: # Based on my mothers old receip for a....ummm, what's it called....Hershey's bar? trNatsirt: # ::takes the candy and eats it:: ::mumbles:: Hann'yyo. TylusJadon: # ::smiles, nods:: Ael tVecj: ::watches the vendor run like Arreinye down the street:: Ael tVecj: Something I said? TylusJadon: # ::turns...gives a slight nod to Kyle:: KYele trWoodlock: # ::glances over at the kid again:: Lera tResan: ::waves to C'eryl:: Arr C tSom: ::hears that, turns:: Wha-- Arr C tSom: ::after waving to Lera:: TylusJadon: # I think we've put him through enough. KYele trWoodlock: # Hmm... I wonder.. how much Rihannsu he really knows? TrIsmail: :::also waves::: trNatsirt: Arr C tSom: Should we perhaps be going? KYele trWoodlock: > TylusJadon: # ::in Rihan:: The poison in the bar will take effect in a few minutes::watches the kids reaction...without staring too much:: Ael tVecj: I think so. Ael tVecj: +KYele+ Have you guys been able to find anything out? KYele trWoodlock: # ::nods to Tylus:: And you say it won't be *too* painful, right? TylusJadon: # ::nods:: trNatsirt: KYele trWoodlock: +Ael+ Ie, Enarrain. We will debrief you soon. trNatsirt: <:)> KYele trWoodlock: # ::glances over at the child, still seeing only a blank stare:: Arr C tSom: ::hurries away with Ael:: Ael tVecj: ::heading back towards the hotel:: KYele trWoodlock: # Guess he really is just a rich Terran kid... doesn't look like he understood a word we said. trNatsirt: # ::suddenly doesnt feel so good:: TrIsmail: :::heading towards hotel with Lera::: KYele trWoodlock: trNatsirt: Lera tResan: ::walks with Telar:: Malor Savk: #::looks at Kyele:: I do not suggest letting him go. trNatsirt: # ::feels better:: Ael tVecj: KYele trWoodlock: # ::glances at Malor:: Why is that? KYele trWoodlock: Lera tResan: TylusJadon: # ::sees no reaction:: Hmm, Good. ::turns back to kid, facing Kyle:: We can track him for 3 days. Malor Savk: #We do not know how he got here are why. trNatsirt: Malor Savk: TrIsmail: < :P > KYele trWoodlock: # He said he ran away. If his father is on the Lloan'na council.. I'm sure he had plenty of personal craft to do so in. Malor Savk: #a rich Terran would not just show up and live on the street. he did not run away. KYele trWoodlock: # Children are always running away from home.. granted, it's usually for a couple minutes, but... KYele trWoodlock: # What makes you say that, Arrain? trNatsirt: # ::still glaring at his captors:: Ael tVecj: ::scoots back into the building with C'eryl:: TylusJadon: # ::chuckles slightly....lost track of how long he's been a "runaway":: TrIsmail: :::enters hotel with Lera::: Arr C tSom: ::scoots in with her:: Malor Savk: # he is frightnend of us. he thinks we are his enemy. If you ran away would you run to your enemy? trNatsirt: # ::to the Greenie that speaks Terran:: When are you going to let me go? TylusJadon: # ::Terran:: Soon enough. Ilia tReki: ::continues on towards the festival::starts looking around for the crew as she nears it:: KYele trWoodlock: # Perhaps the Senator has a son.. They could reasonably be friends, and he might seek safety here. Arr C tSom: Ael tVecj: >>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<< Ael tVecj: >>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<< Ael tVecj: >>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<