KIMBERLY

	After the battle the skies over New Vaelyn were filled with airships at rest, big and small, some with one envelope, some with two, all of them bearing the Oceana Venture's emblem emblazoned on the flags draped over their frames: a black ship over a bright yellow sun. Somehow through all of them, and with a lot of help from Carter’s divining magic, we had managed to find the Lucerne. She was moored fairly close to the new headquarters the bigwigs from Oceana Venture had set up within the mining facilities. How he had managed that was up in the air, probably quite literally.
	Next to most airships, Lucy was a little smaller, we were only a team of five after all, but Tiggs had made plenty of modifications on her before we joined this war. That made her one of the sleeker models that he had installed half a dozen more mana propelled engines onto, which probably accounted for their quick retreat during the battle and his secured docking spot now.
	Carter was waiting for us on the outer gondola, his sunglasses on and his toothy grin wide as could be as he watched us march our MUTTs towards the Lucerne with our hatches open. James was fanning himself fruitlessly with one of his scrawny wings, trying his best to cool off in this heat. The thermometer inside my MUTT was bouncing between ninety-eight and a hundred and two fahrenheit. I unzipped my jumpsuit, trying to cool off myself while I removed my sweat-soaked helmet.
	I heard Carter jokingly whistle from the radio and rolled my eyes, “Hey, be happy with yourself, in this heat? Probably the best you three are gonna look,” He laughed, “Good job out there, guys.”
	“Yeah, yeah,” James shrugged, “Easy for you to say, you got to sit out of this one. You know I almost died out there?”
	“Hey, so did we, almost caught a fireball on the way in when we dropped you off!”
	“Whatever, good thing we’re all fine then,” The shorter of my squadmates grumbled, “You gonna pick us up, or what?”
	I looked up and watched as Tiggs brought the airship down gradually, landing it safely in front of us before her gremlin pilot cut the engines and deflated the ballasts.
	“Actually, no. We got new orders to move out soon,” Carter explained, “We’re gonna have some new equipment, too, courtesy of Oceana Venture.”
	“Good ol’ Oh-Vee,” The sarcasm was plain in James' voice, “Couldn’t even give us some time to grab some chow.”
	Carter hopped down over the railings onto my MUTT’s shoulders, standing over the three of us, “Yeah, Tiggs isn’t happy about it either, you guys’ll have to stay in your MUTTs a little longer before he can get to work modifying those aetherpacks.”
	“Great. Hope we don’t explode,” James complained again.
	“What’s the job they got us on, now?” I asked, ignoring James for now. Carter sighed and hopped down off my MUTT before turning around to look at me, “They want us to scout further south with one of the other teams we’ve been assigned to. Make sure the Federalists aren’t planning a counterattack from there and all that crap while our main forces form a western wall a few miles from New Vaelyn. We can eat on the move so go ahead and grab your packs.”
	“No need, I got ‘em right here,” Tiggs called from the doorway as it swung open, “You guys can get cookin’ while Carter and I go and get our new ride!”
	I looked at Carter who gave me a shrug, “Skitz got us something real nice, apparently. Whatever it is, Tiggs wants it.”
	The gremlin was a little more excited about it than Carter was letting on. I supposed it wasn’t out of hand, people like Tiggs loved machines, especially new ones they could learn a thing or two about, even if Skitz was the one handing them out. It’s always been a hobby-turned-career for people like them, taking things apart and putting them back together – in working order, hopefully.
	“Be sure to cook us somethin’, too, to pay me back for the little favor,” He said, tossing us each our rucksacks and bedrolls before throwing out a few rations from his own personal stash.
	“Dibs on the pizza, by the way,” The gremlin shouted as he ran to catch up to Carter who had already started his walk towards H.Q.
	“Aw hell, you get the pizza after all the notches I earned on my rifle?” James hollered after him.
	“Hey, I got you guys on the ground without gettin’ us all killed, I deserve it!”
	James grit his teeth, “Shit! Fine! Which one do you want, Captain?” He turned to me while he looked over each bag. Tiggs made these himself back in the states, it didn't matter to me which one I got, in my opinion they were all good. The guy had somehow managed to vacuum seal each dish and somehow maintain how fresh, flavorful and juicy it all was.
	“Which ones did he give us?” I asked, more out of curiosity than pickiness.
	James put all of them in one hand and began pulling each up one at a time, “Well, here's the pork and black bean curry over rice,” He stopped for a moment, letting the dish rest on our minds and our bellies. To me that sounded great. He pulled up the next one.
	“Taco salad, with jalapeño con queso. Bleh. My ass still remembers the last time I ate that. Carter can have it,” He moaned, putting that one aside.
	“Alright, what else?”
	“Country fried chicken with gravy and finally smoked sausage with pepper and onions.” He said, no more enthused than before.
	“Those don't sound so bad,” I pointed out.
	James laid them out in the palm of his Harrier, “Yeah, they're alright. So whatcha thinkin’?”
	“I could go for the curry, but they all sound good,” I said, “I really don't mind which I get.”
	“Eddie?”
	The bigger gargoyle shrugged, unzipping his jumpsuit to check on a red amulet he wore under his shirt.
	“Everything alright, Eddie?” I asked, starting to prepare our rations.
	“Feeling stiff after our battle,” He explained in a low voice, “But there is nothing wrong with the amulet.”
	“Maybe it's because we're in the southern hemisphere?” I suggested, “It should adjust to the different flow of mana down here, then you'll be back to normal, alright big guy?”
	He seemed to agree with that, hiding the amulet away back under his shirt. He began tying the sleeves of his jumpsuit around his waist before taking a seat beside his rucksack. 
	“I will have whatever is left.”
	“Sausages it is! Congrats, Eddie, looks like I'll be enjoying the chicken and gravy!”
	I opened my own ration and began sorting it out, finding the main course relatively quickly. Tiggs was a pro at prepping this stuff, having looked into everything that made M.R.E.s both nutritional and flavorful while also packing a few morale boosters such as chocolate, gum and smokes.
	I didn't smoke much, and I know Eddie didn't either, but they made for good bargaining chips with the other mercenaries and James would sometimes smoke to keep his nerves under control. I've seen people tell him it was bad for his health, but then so was the job, so who cared what they thought?
	I found the coffee mix, choosing to put that aside for when we got on with our mission. And when it wasn't so damn hot, damn this Aussie heat. For now I wanted that fruit punch and enjoyed some roasted cashews while I got the curry ready to cook over the smokeless mana stove.
	While we prepared our food, a trio of WarMUTTs marched their way over. They were all three the Dingo Mark-Two design made by AusCorps, a slimmer design MUTT with a lighter frame made for speed and reconnaissance. Their legs were reverse-jointed and looked as if they walked on their toes much like a dog might. I supposed that was why AusCorps named them that, that or it was some strange patriotic naming convention. They weren't as tough as our Harriers but they could cross country faster than even our airships – or so I heard, and on top of that they had decent energy output. These three were equipped with aether rifles much like James’ and a high-powered manascope on their backs capable of three-hundred and sixty degree vision and a range of nearly one kilometer. These guys must work recon often, I thought.
	“Havin’ yourselves some dinner?” One of them asked, opening his front facing hatch to reveal a sunbaked man with a clean blonde haircut. He wore a vest with several pouches and shorts folded up to his thighs, a wide-brimmed hat slung behind his shoulders. I'm sure I heard someone call people like him a bushman.
	“Hoo, that actually smells pretty good! Boys, get a whiffa that!” He called to his squadmates.
	The others opened their hatches to reveal toothy grins on grizzled human faces, their outfits not too dissimilar.
	“You guys Star?”
	“That's us,” I answered before tossing a few more cashews in my mouth, “Who's askin’?”
	“We're Landfall, we're the team that's s’posed to babysit ya,” He answered with a laugh, “Guess the higher ups don't trust either of us to handle this on our own.”
	“Maybe they expect more resistance,” I shrugged, “Probably why they paired you Dingos up with our Harriers. Or maybe they're just being thorough. You the one in charge of your squad?”
	He took a deep breath before a smiled again, “Yeah, I am now. Airship took one right to the bridge, whole bloody operation was a shitshow for my boys ‘n’ me. You?”
	“I am. Got a name?”
	“I'm Jackie, you?”
	“Kilroy.”
	“Kilroy, huh? This here's Quill and Garth.”
	“James and Eddie,” I introduced my squadmates. Jackie nodded to each of them before looking back to me.
	“You guys still got an airship?”
	“Yeah. We were unlucky enough for our commander to survive the trip, though,” I said with a smirk, which caught a few chuckles from Quill and Garth and a snort from James who had just finished cooking his chicken and started digging in.
	“They'll be back with the new equipment soon. Guess whatever it is, we're gonna need it.”
	“That's just fine. We'll be movin’ ahead of ya, we know the layout of the land a little better'n most.”
	“What, ‘cause you've been fighting here longer?” James asked between bites.
	Jackie gave him a cold stare, “‘Cause we lived here. Used to be a soldier. All of us were, up ‘til the Brekkies left us high and dry and the civvies to fend for themselves. Buncha cowards. Joined Oceana Venture last month.”
	“Sorry, I…”
	“You didn't know, s'alright, mate,” Jackie sighed, “You yanks just got here, not like I should expect ya to care about our problems.”
	Our little camp went silent for a few moments. James shrugged, totally unbothered and went back to his food. I took mine off the mana stove and opened the pouch, letting the steam billow up and out of it before I started in on my curry and rice. Soon after I put away the stove, ready to go.
	“Have you guys eaten?” I asked nonchalantly, “We're gonna be moving out as soon as the Commander gets back.”
	“Oh, we ate the minute the fighting stopped, but we're a little short on rations for later. Airship an’ all.”
	“Why don't you guys ask Oh-Vee to give you some? They gotta have some lyin' around here,” James suggested.
	“You kiddin’? Oh-Vee would take half our pay for today's mission, all for a week's worth of food,” Jackie spat just thinking about it.
	“Better than starvin’,” James pointed out, which was hard to argue against. Judging from that soldier earlier I doubted if there were any rations lying around from the Federalists, and taking food from the civvies didn't sit right with me.
	“I'll see what we can do,” I said, not willing to give a definitive answer. I didn't like owing favors and liked holding them over others even less. Somehow it always seemed to get us into trouble one way or another. Still, no rations would be a much bigger problem for all of us if these guys went hungry while we had food for ourselves. That was a much worse recipe.
	Eddie was eating his sausages, skewering them before gobbling them down in a hurry. He wiped his mouth and grunted, “They're back.”
	As if on cue, an armored military hover truck pulled up beside us, all kinds of support equipment strapped to the side with cables or attached by hinges and mechanical arms. It had been hastily repainted in a red similar to our MUTTs. What exactly it was I couldn't say, but before I could guess out came Carter from the cab who sauntered up beside us.
	“I see you've met Landfall,” He made the observation. I nodded and continued to eat after finishing off my fruit punch. A sigh escaped my lips, refreshed from the heat for just a moment.
	“Everyone acquainted with one another?” Carter asked.
	“Yessir,” James answered before scarfing down the rest of his chicken.
	“Sure,” Jackie added.
	“Then let's head out.”
	I quickly got up and threw the rest of my ration in my cockpit, holding my pouch of curry in my left hand while I lifted myself up into my MUTT with the right, swinging my legs inside in one fluid motion.
	“Sorry, Commander, you and Tiggs'll have to cook your own food,” James chuckled before tossing the two rations to him and hopping up into his own MUTT. Carter rolled his eyes, unsurprised. I guess it didn't take divination to see James pulling that one again.
	“Carter, get these guys some food for the trip. They're down an airship,” I explained, nodding towards the Landfall squad before shutting my hatch. Hopefully that was enough to avoid any future infighting.

	The Outback was surprisingly beautiful in its own strange way, the patches of desert flatlands broken up by the spreading jungle foliage from the Great Oasis that threatened to encircle it from further inland year after year. Bright green and yellow leaves of the trees and overgrowth contradicting the vibrant red sands and browning plants of the bush country. 
	The natural order here had been irreversibly changed, and though the two sides were a stark contrast to one another, I wondered if it was at all a good thing to bring either together like this. Would the animals be okay? Would the people?
	I decided now wasn't the time to be worrying about that. Our trek was going smoothly, barring some snags in the sand and the open channel bickering between Tiggs and James over uncooked rations and pizza-hogging, that is until Carter told them both to shut the hell up and move to local channels. We moved in single file, Landfall at the front and the truck at the back with James, Eddie and me in the middle. The support truck was doing a good job keeping up with our two squads, leaving a trail of dust behind it as it erased any tracks our MUTTs stamped into the dirt. 
	We hadn't seen any sign of the enemy on our way out, and things were beginning to feel more like a typical patrol than reconnaissance.
	Landfall had been given some of our basic rations in exchange for them taking first and second watch for the first few nights, which seemed reasonable to them, thankfully, and awfully charitable of Carter. I had half expected him to have them fork over some cash at least, but I guess he empathized with them losing nearly everything to one stray fireball.
	I heard James switch back to the open channel, probably tired of getting berated by our resident gremlin.
	“Hey, Jackie,” He called.
	“What is it?”
	“What'd you call the Feddies? Bretties?”
	“Brekkies,” Jackie corrected him.
	“What's that mean?”
	“Means the Federalists are only around for breakfast,” He answered.
	“Okay, what's that supposed to mean?”
	“You gotta lotta questions, don'cha little guy?” Jackie laughed, “Remember when I said they left me and my friends to fend for ourselves?”
	“Yeah?”
	“It's a bad habit o’ theirs. The Federalists have no clue what they're doing, they must have lost more men to desertion than any conflict. For running an army, they're bloody well shit at it logistically speaking. I couldn't tell you how many guys I've heard the same story from. Some of them even went over to the Crowns if you can believe that.”
	“Crowns?”
	“Don't tell me you need that one explained to ya,” Jackie and his squad chuckled.
	“I get it, Sovereign Convergence, I mean why them?” James said, his tone telling me he was a little annoyed.
	“Hell if I know, they're a buncha loonies obsessed with their fairytale kingdom,” Jackie dismissed, “Garth and I were in the reserves so I never fought them myself, Quill was never part of the military since he’s a tourist like you. I just wanted things to go back to normal, I don't want a damn king from a bunch of outta world rejects who up and wrecked their own world. No offense.”
	“You know gargoyles are native to this world, right?” Now it was James’ turn to correct Jackie.
	“Strewth?”
	“The first gargoyles were born here,” I affirmed proudly.
	“Well, I'll be. Can't say the same for the Crowns.”
	“I hear ya,” Tiggs butt in, “I heard they were human supremacists, any truth to that?”
	“Eh, more or less,” One of Jackie's squadmates, Quill I think, replied, “They accept help from demi-humans and the other races of man, but don't why expect them to roll out the red carpet. Why in hell you'd wanna work for them is beyond me.”
	“They wanna pretend at being royalty, maybe the pay is good?” James considered.
	“Don't even think about it,” Carter cut him off, “They'd confiscate our technician if we tried to leave the continent. They're just as strict about holding onto aether, MUTTs and the guys that make ‘em work as much as the other guys.”
	James sighed, “I don't get it, why keep them under house arrest? Aren't they afraid of saboteurs?”
	“That's true, but they can't afford to give up that kind of expertise. Every day of this war has been fought with more and more MUTTs and aether. People dig up crystals and factories pump out machines. The ones who had to make new weapons and ways to power them are becoming more and more important to the war effort, but both sides seem paranoid that everyone was going to run for the hills or defect.”
	“The thing both sides forget is this war is run by soldiers. If they don't keep the supply chains intact then we can't fight,” Garth added with a little more spite to his words, “And now that our airship's in the ditch we're worse off than before… shit!”
	“Alright, alright, don't worry yourself Garth, Ol’ Jackie'll find us a new gig after this job and we'll be right as rain,” Jackie assured him, “Now, how much further out do we have to go?”
	“We passed the perimeter about thirty-eight miles back,” Carter said, which seemed to annoy the three from Landfall. He sighed, “About sixty-two kilometers give or take. We'll stop over at a plateau that we should be coming up on about sixty kilometers ahead. That's where we'll set up camp,” Said Carter, which came as a relief to all of us.

	It had only been a few hours of travel, but the scorching sun overhead and the blistering sands below made it feel like it had been a nonstop forced march all day. My MUTT hummed quietly as if it approved of us finally stopping under the shade of the plateau. I checked our surroundings with the others before Tiggs parked the support truck closest to the cliffside.
	“See anything?” I asked no one in particular.
	“Nothing,” Eddie answered.
	“No changes jungleside,” Said James.
	“Bush is clear,” Jackie reported, with Garth and Quill saying the same.
	“Just to be sure, let's test out our new toy,” Tiggs said, and I watched as a little balloon was inflated on the top of the support truck before it fired off, up into the air with a wire keeping it tied down. It soared all the way over the plateau, nearly reaching airship altitudes.
	“What's that thing?” James wondered aloud.
	“This baby is a periscopic aethermeter. Sees for miles and can spot a MUTT just as far from all the aetheric heat they give off. They gave me the rundown for it in a nice little brochure,” Our gremlin cackled as he worked. “And right now I'm not seeing a whole lot of activity.”
	“Sounds like dinner, then,” Carter mused, “Power down everyone, the enemy's likely to have the same gear as us, and we don't wanna get spotted. Tiggs, see if you can get our new aetherpacks in order and shut them down.”
	“On it, boss. James, take over for lookout.”
	James groaned, opening up his hatch, “Why me?”
	“Just do it,” I said, popping my own hatch and hopping out, “I'll bring you your food later, throw me your ration.”
	I caught the pouch he tossed me and looked to the others. Jackie and his men had already dismounted via their front hatches, their Dingos sitting on their haunches like a dog might, if a dog were twenty-four feet tall sitting and had a gun.
	“Make sure to check where ya stand ‘round here,” Jackie warned us, “Snakes and other nasties way worse than that. Deadly as hell out here. And don't leave your hatches open. You don't want any uninvited guests.”
	“Great, any other tips?” James grumbled, marching his way to the support truck.
	“Yeah, check your boots before you put them back on tomorrow, funnel-webs love to set up shop in ‘em,” He laughed.
	“He's joking right?” James looked at me, concern written all over his face.
	I shrugged, closing the hatch to my Harrier with my offhand, “I don't think he's joking.”
	Tiggs passed James on his way to work on our MUTTs, his bag of tools in hand and a blowtorch kit in the other. Eddie silently decided to help him, taking the fuel and the blowtorch for the little gremlin. Somehow I hadn’t even noticed him get out of his MUTT.
	“Make sure you close my hatch, Tiggs!” James called after the gremlin before reluctantly climbing up into the armored truck's back end door.
	“Yeah, yeah, not like I needed to get in there anyway,” Tiggs grumbled, pointing Eddie at the Harrier. The larger gargoyle just pulled the hatch down and shook his head, handing Tiggs the blowtorch when he wordlessly held his hand out for it. He put on his welder's mask and got to work.
	I sighed and headed for the support truck, looking back for a moment to make sure I had closed my hatch before heading inside. 
	The inside of the truck had a bit of a stench that was only barely hidden by the air conditioning blasting from the vents overhead. It didn’t bother me too much, all of our MUTTs probably smelled horrid after that little hike today, and it was nice to get a blast of cool air before I got to cooking up more rations out in the late afternoon heat.
	James was sitting at a console with more lights, knobs and switches that I could even begin to count, let alone tell what they did. My squadmate, however, was more occupied with the periscope that came down from the ceiling, his eyes practically glued to the lenses, half of his face hidden by the hood of the frame. Every now and then he would hit a few controls on the console, picking a random direction to look before sitting and watching and waiting before doing it all over again.
	Carter was sitting at another seat up front, his back straight as it could go. He had his eyes closed and his fingers locked and I could only assume that he was keeping watch with his divining magic.
	“Everything okay, Captain?” He asked without even turning to me. I jumped a little at that. I hated that he could do that.
	“Shouldn’t you be keeping an eye on the horizon?” I scolded him.
	“Haven’t seen any disruptions in the mana currents, and you know I haven't seen any blobs of aether,” He said, “So how’s that Harrier treating ya? Ready for an upgrade?” He asked with a more casual cadence.
	“It handles just fine, it’s what I’m comfortable with,” I answered.
	“Not wowed by our battle buddies’ Dingos?”
	“Haven’t really gotten to see them in action,” I shrugged as if he could see me, “I’m sure they’re fine. What do you think of Landfall, anyway?”
	“Just a few guys down on their luck is all. They shouldn’t be a problem,” He replied matter-of-factly.
	“Did you divine that or is that your intuition?” I asked with some sarcasm. 
	Carter laughed, “Kim, how long have you known me?” He asked plainly, “Would I have taken this mission for us if I didn’t think we’d come out on top?”
	I sighed, “No, I suppose you wouldn’t. How many rations did you give them?”
	“Enough to last maybe three days. We shouldn’t be out here that long. Speaking of, you should get some food in ya before getting some rest, they’re taking first and second watch, remember?”
	“Right. I’ll be back James, keep up the good work,” I pat him on the back as I passed him on the way out, which elicited a grunt from the shorter gargoyle. 

	Carter had said all of that, but the night came and went with relatively no activity but for a strange feeling I kept getting that I was being watched. It wasn't Landfall, they kept to their business and did their jobs, but there was something else out there, I swear I could feel it. We decided to stay for another day just in case, that would give Tiggs time to finish any modifications he was making to our Harriers and for the three of us to get in some maintenance on them and get familiarized with the controls inside the support truck.
	The feeling never really went away. It was noon already and we had just finished eating when Tiggs was giving us the tour, “So those are the controls for the periscope, these buttons turn it, while these two control the cable for height adjustment. This stick here controls the angle of the aetheric lens,” He instructed, turning back to us, “Get all that?”
	Eddie and I nodded, it seemed pretty simple having seen it ourselves and James was already used to the controls. Carter must have told him how to use it yesterday, I figured, “What about that?” I asked, pointing to the screen left of the periscope and all the dials and switches that went with it.
	“This one here monitors radio frequencies. I can patch you in on the enemy’s channels if they’re not careful with their encryptions, and I can also boost our signal all the way back to New Vaelyn.”
	“Only that far?” James asked, in disbelief, “That sucks.”
	“Yeah, well, the aether disrupts the radio waves, something about the way it messes with mana currents, so good luck listening to any music from back home. We got the whole Oasis between us and the east coast,” Tiggs explained with a few energetic gestures, “Just be happy we can get a hold of anybody at all out here.”
	James groaned, “I knew I should’ve brought my cassettes.”
	“What and risk breakin’ ‘em and fillin’ ‘em with all this dust?” Tiggs rolled his eyes, “I still can’t believe you spent all that money on a couple songs.”
	“I like them, okay? It’s my paycheck, I can buy whatever I want.”
	“Yeah, whatever, you’re lucky I agreed to install that little player for you in the first place. You know between that and the two tapes I could have bought us an extra manascope with that kind of money, right?”
	“What about that jukebox you got on the Lucy?” James countered, “What could you have bought with that?”
	“You leave my jazz outta this!” 
	“Cut the crap, you two,” Carter barked, “We got a job to do. James, go tell the others we’re moving out in five. Take Eddie with you.”
	James did a mock salute before exiting the truck with the reticent gargoyle on his heels, the bright sunlight streaming through, flashing us for a moment until they closed the door. I rubbed my eyes, waiting for them to readjust to the dark of the truck.
	“What’s our destination this time?” I asked Carter, who was wiping sweat from his forehead with a rag. He shook his head and wiped dust off his sunglasses for the hundredth time today.
	“We've been recalled. Looks like the Feddies took a head-on approach and are advancing on our western wall,” He explained, “Not what I would have done, but we better get going before we miss the party.”
	“Good. Something isn't right out here,” I replied. Carter looked at me for a moment before he nodded, “Yeah, I felt something off about it, too. Could be the Oasis and all that aether messing with us.”
	Whatever it was, I didn't like it and was relieved that we were heading back.

	We double-timed it on our way back, making better distance as Carter had decided that we could risk it. He would keep up his divining in the off chance we would run into something, but thankfully we never did. We switched to local channels just in case.
	We were about ten miles out from New Vaelyn before we heard anyone on the radio. Most of it was chatter and enemy positions, callouts and maneuvers. It sounded like it had already started without us and we were about to walk into a real mess.
	“Eyes up, torches lit everybody. The Feddies are pushing with everything they got,” Carter warned us.
	“What about our air support?” James asked.
	Carter grumbled something under his breath, “They're doing their best but its hard to hold the line with so many aether rifles and spitfires. I think Oh-Vee shook the hornet's nest when we took New Vaelyn.”
	We hustled to the west side, Carter broadcasting our position to our allies.
	“We need backup on the southern side,” One of the higher-ups directed us, “The enemy is pushing out through the jungle!”
	Alright, so they were smarter than we thought. I readied my torch and trudged forward, “Landfall, you're our eyes, we're your fists. Point us in the right direction.”
	“Copy,” Jackie answered confidently.
	Here we go again.

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