The Disease

 

 

Document 4647, Transcript of Audio Mission Log, Classified Secret 12MAR2236

Recorded By: Major Miguel Montigo, Serial number 36209

Subject:  Debriefing of Ensign Tamara Rivers, Serial number 80769

Transcribed by L. V. Hale, Civilian

Declassified 27DEC2238

 

12MAR2236, 2231 hours. Entry 1:

 

Montigo: "Arrived on planet A-107.  The planet is home to a small but productive agricultural colony, and has become a place where refugees from the front lines escape to.  Proceeded to the Classified Holding Facility as per orders.  The CHF is hidden inside the local hospital but its existence is a poorly kept secret although who is held there and why is unknown to the growing civilian population. My orders are to debrief Ensign Rivers, report all intelligence she has to offer and asses her fitness to serve. It was after sunset by the time I was assigned quarters and I will proceed with the debriefing tomorrow."

 

13MAR2236, 0853 hours. Entry 2:

 

Montigo :  "Met with Captain Mponei at 0700 over an institutional breakfast.  (Note: That is Colonel Cartu Mponei, Serial Number73668.  ANE fleet ranking system includes, from bottom to top, Recruit also called Grunt, Ensign, Leftenant also called Lefty, Major, Colonel and Admiral with one to five bars.  However, any person, regardless of rank, placed in command of a vessel or facility is its Captain, and has total authority within) Aten's days are twenty-six hours. The planet is Earthlike but for the lack of noticeable seasons.  The Captain is very excited about what the Alliance of the Nations of Earth will learn about the Spiderdogs, as the enemy has come to be known.  Our current understanding of the species is that their society resembles the social structure of ants or bees on Earth.  The enemy is divided into nests consisting of a single reproductive female, or queen, who makes all of the decisions and thousands of her offspring, who she brainwashes to ensure total obedience from birth using something similar to hormones.  Aside from males, or drones, other casts include workers, warriors and thinkers. Cast is determined when larvae metamorphose form worms into adult Spiderdogs.  Captain Mponei informed me that this view is incomplete, and others of the same species have a completely different way of life.  This is why she sent for a fizz, myself, to perform an official, thorough debriefing."  (Note: Fizz is military slang for Fleet Intelligence Service personnel.)

"The Spiderdogs we are familiar with are relentlessly predatory, but Captain Mponei believes that there may be other factions that the ANE could contact, perhaps even potential allies.  I can only hope she is right, as we are steadily losing territory to the enemy."

 

13MAR2236, 0937 hours. Entry 3:

 

Montigo:  "OK, the recorder is on.  According to your file, you were captured by the enemy about three years ago and found 05MAR2236, Making you the only known human being to survive being captured by the Spiderdogs, military or civilian.  You are in good physical health?"

 

Rivers:  "Yes, sir.  I had lost a lot of weight.  All the Spiderdogs gave me to eat was their stuff, something like honey that looks like sticky white snot.  I've been placed on a diet to gain weight, which I'm really enjoying."

 

Montigo:  "That's good to hear.  Please describe your capture in your own words."

 

Rivers:  "The howitzer I was assigned to was attempting to liberate U-412 from the enemy."  (Note:  Rivers was assigned to the B-18, a howitzer class four person vessel.  U-412 was a human colony, taken by enemy action 06MAY2235)  "We took a missile hit and went down.  To my knowledge, I was the only survivor.  The Spiderdogs arrived immediately and salvaged everything they could, including me."

 

Montigo:  "Were you hurt?"

 

Rivers:  "Yes. Bruised and a little burnt, but not class echo.  (Note: Class Echo, or Class E, is military slang for badly injured and in need of evacuation from combat.)  A spiderdog cut my seatbelts and carried me to their nest."

 

Montigo:  "What was the nest like?  Please give me details."

 

Rivers:  "It looked like subway station.  Walls of hardened dirt, large rooms connected by tunnels.  What few doors there were looked like elevator doors. Uh, some small rooms appeared to be quarters and larger rooms held unidentified equipment.  I've seen them build.  They would dig a tunnel, mixing dirt with something like stinky mud as they go and add support beams where needed.  They let it dry and it was ready for use.  I was taken to a storage room and a spiderdog forced honey down my throat.  No door, but I found out it was guarded when I tried to leave.  Later, more honey.  This time a worker barfed it into a cup and handed it to me.  I didn't know their language yet, so it motioned..."

 

Montigo:  "You did learn their language?  Exemplary!  We didn't know they had a spoken language.  Please tell me you can teach it to us."

 

Rivers:  "They don't actually talk.  They stick out their hollow tongues and blow.  Sounds like a flute but with more range.  They use tunes like words and a human has to whistle to speak it."

 

Montigo:  "I'll recommend that you work with our linguists on your next assignment.  It will mean joining the Fizz."

 

Rivers: "Sweet!  A boost in rank and a job in the rear with the gear."

 

Montigo: "A crucial job in the rear with the gear."

 

Rivers: "My fluency has its limits, but it's me or nobody I guess."

 

Montigo: "Precisely.  Where were we?"

 

Rivers:  "I was made to go with them.  Eventually, they got through to me that they wanted me to haul boxes of dirt from where they were digging to the surface and dump it.  They took turns digging and filling boxes, but I think the gravity was heavy by their standards."  (Note U-412 has 0.92 of Earth's gravity).  "They took turns working short shifts, but I was able to work much longer.  And it's a good thing I did it.  I found out later that their honey was spiked with the obedience hormone and if they found out I was unaffected, they'd kill me."

 

Montigo:  "No effect at all?"

 

Rivers:  "As far as I could tell."

 

Montigo: "How long did that forced labor last."

 

Rivers:  "I don't know, I lost track of time.  Long enough to learn their language.  The workers chatted constantly.  They also sang."

 

Montigo:  "Sang? Isn't their whole language music?"

 

Rivers:  "You could call them songs or poems I guess.  Several of them would say the same thing in unison.  It sounded nice until I could understand the lyrics.  Sweet songs about the beauty of a freshly dug hole or how good it feels to look at fungus.  Their gender is way too happy."

 

Montigo: "Gender?"

 

Rivers:  "Caste.  They think of it as their gender.  It kind of makes sense, since it's physical differences they can't change."

 

Montigo: "I see.  We have video of others, but the only ones we have examined are warriors.  Dead warriors.  They don't let themselves be captured alive."

 

Rivers:  "Yeah. I feel a bit sorry for them.  They have no choice."

 

Montigo:  "Neither do we."

 

Rivers:  "Don't get me wrong.  This is war and we can't avoid killing the enemy, but it does suck to be them."

 

Montigo:  "Mm-hm.  What can you tell me about their genders."

 

Rivers:  "Um, you know what the warriors look like.  Long, skinny spiders about the size of a horse with six legs, two arms behind the head and sideways mouths with those spiky sharp things on either side."

 

Montigo: "Mandibles."

 

Rivers:  "There are four others.  Most of them are workers.  About the size of a large dog with mandibles only as long as my hand, not longer than my arm like warrior's.  They are creative and cheery even though they don't live long.  There are also thinkers.  They look like big workers with oversized heads.  Very smart but not creative at all, like living computers.  Males also resemble workers but their arms are short and they have wings, though I've never seen one fly.  Then there's the female."

 

Montigo:  "Have you seen one.  We don't even have video."

 

Rivers:  "One day a thinker was watching me and told me to go with it.  One would come occasionally to look around and instruct the workers.  It took me to a big room in the center of the nest.  She was laying in the middle of the room, big as a zep with mandibles as long as a man is tall."  (Note: a zep is slang for a Zeppelin class transport used for mass transit on Earth, approximately 12 by 3 by 4 meters in size)  "The walls were lined with warriors while a crowd of workers attended her and a harem of males.  She had small legs and I don't think she could move much.  She also never stopped laying eggs.  She asked me how long it had been since I ate.  When I told her, she barfed honey into a bucket and watched me eat it.  Then I was led back to work."

 

Montigo: "That's it.  You weren't interrogated?"

 

Rivers:  "None of them asked my anything.  Just told me what to do and ignored me."  Knocking.  "That's a lefty with my lunch.  He has orders to make sure I eat and work out."

 

Montigo:  "Understood.  Will you be done by 1330?"

 

13MAR2236, 1456 hours. Entry 4:

 

Montigo:  "I could chat about my home planet and family all day, but I need to continue your debriefing."

 

Rivers: "Your home sounds a log nicer than the hole I grew up in."

 

Montigo: "Both planets are worth fighting for.  Please describe your escape from the enemy nest."

 

Rivers: "I was dumping dirt outside the nest when I saw a bit of ground rise.  It turned out to be a spiderdog hiding in a hole, covered by a camouflage sheet.  It looked strange.  Pony sized with wings and long arms.  He motioned to me to come with him."

 

Montigo: "And you did?"

 

Rivers:  "I figured things couldn't get worse.  It said nothing as it led me to a bell."   (Note:  Bell is slang for an enemy scout vessel shaped like a church bell with the engines inside and a round cockpit on top.  Unarmed but very fast)  "It waited while I went up the ladder and into the cockpit and hurried in behind me. Another strange spiderdog was inside at the pilot controls, elephant sized with big warrior mandibles, long arms but short legs.  There was also an egg laying on the floor.  The smaller one introduced itself as Ridge and the pilot as Thud.  Literal translations.  I didn't know they used names.  Thud ordered us to secure ourselves and I asked if we should secure the egg.  Thud said that it was about to hatch and would be hungry for meat, so I should strap myself to the ceiling. Ridge said 'stop it, you will scare the upturned.'"

 

Montigo: "Upturned?"

 

Rivers: "A reference to our upright posture, though I didn't know it at the time.  Next, Ridge explained that the egg was unfertilized and that Thud lays one occasionally weather she mates or not.  I was like 'So you got jokes!  I didn't know y'all could joke.'  Thuds antenna had been twitching and began to shake.  I ignored it, but wondered what was wrong.  I found out later that that's how they laugh.  Ridge said 'they are stiff.'"

 

Montigo: Chuckling "Really?"

 

Rivers: "I'm translating.  She literally said low, but I knew their body language."

Montigo: "I should include something that useful."

 

Rivers:  "Uh, you know how their antennas lift their eyes out of their head?  They stretch them higher when they are relaxed, so high is laid back and low is uptight or tense.  When one is really angry or scared, it pulls its eyes into its head."

 

Montigo: "We've seen that.  Warriors retract their eyes before they attack.  The Fizz issued a statement."

 

Rivers: "Mm-hm!  Also, they look at you with both eyes if they're interested.  If not, one eye starts looking around, so if a spiderdog has a wandering eye, it's bored.  Then there's dipping.  If they see or hear something offensive or gross, their antennas get short real quick.  They sometimes offend each other that way.  And, of course, their antennas twitch when something's funny.  Also, I've heard them say things like 'she was so pissed she couldn't hear.' I think its because there ears are below their eyes."

 

Montigo: "That's right.  They also have nostrils below their ears, but they appear to be just for sniffing.  They breathe through their mouths.  Anyway, what was the inside of the cockpit like?"

 

Rivers: "Bare.  About six meters wide with a flat floor under a dome made of some kind of one-way transparent stuff.  The pilot's controls and seatbelts are on the floor.  Floorbelts.  Spiderdogs just lay on their bellies and don't use seats.  So, Ridge strapped me and then herself to the floor and off we went.  We flew to a sphere and docked in one of those compartments they store small craft in."  (Note: sphere is slang for a Spiderdog mother ship which carries smaller ships and thousands of spiderdogs)  "Before we undid our floorbelts, two more came on board.  They looked almost like workers, but one had warrior mandibles and the other had wings.  One asked how many children we had on board and Ridge explained that she had cut short her mission because she found me.  That's when I knew for certain that these spiderdogs were not on the obedience hormone.  Ridge had disobeyed whoever sent him.  The other two introduced themselves as Pile and Dark, and asked why I was in the enemy nest."

 

Montigo:  "How much did you tell them?"

 

Rivers: "Just that I had been shot down and captured.  I didn't even mention that I wasn't alone on board when it happened."

 

Montigo: "Good.  What is the inside of a sphere like?"

 

Rivers:  "It's a lot like the inside of a nest.  Ridge asked what to do with me, and Pile turned to me and asked if there was anything I wanted.  I said I wanted to be released and she answered that they would take me to the nearest humans as soon as it was safe.  Also that someone wanted to interview me first.  I didn't know the word she had used and assumed it was a name.  I asked if that was the queen and she dipped.  She said 'we don't have a queen.  We all have the disease here."

 

Montigo: "A plague ship?"

 

Rivers: "Weirder!  I also said I wanted food.  Real food, not honey, if they had any.  Dark invited me to come with him and led me to a garden."

 

Montigo: "In weightlessness?"

 

Rivers: "No.  Gravity was weak, but there was some.  Spheres are built around something heavy at the center, which gives it a gravitational field.  That's why they never land."

 

Montigo: "That explains a lot."

 

Rivers:  "Anyway, the garden was being tended, and I caused quite a stir when I entered. Dark explained that I needed to go to food storage and would talk later, and another spiderdog helped restore calm. Dark showed me crates of food and invited me to take my pick.  It was mostly alien plants, but I found a crate of peanuts and ate with enthusiasm. Dark was staring at me so I apologized, and he explained that he never saw anyone eat raw food.  They boil everything until it's soft.  My stomach must not have been ready for peanuts after living on honey for so long, because I threw up and had to explain to Dark that I was not trying to share food."

 

Montigo: laughing "Ukh!"

 

Rivers:  "Yeah. I asked for water and was given a chance to drink, bathe and sort of wash my uniform.  When I was ready, Dark took me to be interviewed.  I was led to a large chamber with twenty or twenty-five spiderdogs laying in a circle.  One that looked like a large worker greeted me cordially and invited me to make myself comfortable.  Another one, a big one with warrior mandibles, told me that little was known about my species and asked me if we were in conflict with healthy nests, but I wanted to know who I was talking to.  I was told that they were the leaders.  There were several families stationed on the sphere and each chose a leader.  I would find out later that they were a sort of congress, each leader was elected and served either for life or until recalled.  I explained that it was against regulations to give information about the war, then I had to explain what regulations are, what the military is and what countries are.  When I had finished, one of them said, 'your people are as sick as we are.'"

 

Montigo: "They think we're sick?"

 

Rivers:  "Sir, it's not an insult.  Next, I asked about their illness.  They explained that they are deprived of the obedience hormone that a healthy queen would give her offspring.  Symptoms include mixed gender and self-determination."

 

Montigo: "And they call that a disease?"

 

Rivers:  "As best as I can translate the term.  Healthy queens do try to capture and cure them but they can't figure out how to cure an adult.  The healthy view the disease as a contagious mental condition but ones with the disease say they are sick and proud of it.  It also involves breaking social taboos.  Reminds me of the way humans who prefer same-sex relationships used to be treated.  Another spiderdog, one that looked like a thinker with wings, began asking me about human families and I had to give another long explanation.  They had trouble understanding that our families are not a political unit and that we only have two genders.  When I explained that I am completely female, it caused quite a stir."

 

Montigo:  "They thought they had captured a human queen!"

 

Rivers:  "Something like that until I explained.  The winged thinker asked if I would be willing to exchange historical information and I reminded him that there were limits to what I could tell him.  He was called 'Curious', but I think that's more of a title that a name.  They assign jobs by family and he led the one that kept records."

 

Montigo:  "Like a librarian?"

 

Rivers:  "Librarian, historian, intelligence gatherer, what have you.  I knew I would have to be careful, but I wanted to know more about them so I agreed.  There was a brief debate and then they voted yes or no.  Yes won."

 

Montigo:  "It's getting close to dinner time, so I think we should pause here, but I certainly want to know more."

 

14MAR2236, 1013 hours. Entry 5:

 

Montigo:  "Now I'm recording.  Tell me that again, please?"

 

Rivers: "Sure.  Curious gave me a tour of his museum the next morning.  There were all sorts of accomplishments on display, but the section devoted to the origins of the disease was the most relevant.  It started with their founding mother. She had a genetic condition that prevented her from producing the obedience hormone.  Apparently, she didn't know she was shooting blanks until her offspring stopped obeying her, but she did the best she could to keep her nest together.  Then there was the first mixer.  She was a worker caring for the founding mother's offspring, when a larvae pleaded with her not to be made a worker.  When it was time for the larvae to metamorphose, it was given a mix of worker and thinker hormones."

 

Montigo:  "How much did you find out about their larvae?"

 

Rivers: "Uh, they hatch as big, white worms and grow until puberty.  They need constant care.  Well, I don't know if they can live without it, but they receive constant care and are taught how to speak and educated.  Eventually, they show signs that they are ready for metamorphosis and are given gender hormones and privacy."

 

Montigo: "How old are they when that happens?"

 

Rivers:  "I don't know, several years I guess.  We measure time in Earth years and they use something that doesn't really translate."

 

Montigo: "What happens if they are not given gender hormones?"

 

Rivers: "They never told me.  All I found out about was mixing hormones by per cent."

 

Montigo: "And the hormone mixing worked."

 

Rivers:  "That first one who got mixed hormones became the nest's new leader.  She established their first congress, mainly to prevent conflict.  They worked out new rules.  First, larvae will choose their own gender before metamorphosis and over eighty per cent female is not an option.  Second, individuals will choose their family.  Third, each family will choose a leader.  Fourth, the leaders would make decisions by majority vote."

 

Montigo: "Very interesting.  Is it their law or, Um..."

 

Rivers:  "Curious called them statements and explained that it is how Spiderdogs with the disease act.  I don't know how long ago they gave up the obedience hormone."

 

Montigo:  "I'm surprised they didn't ban it."

 

Rivers:  "They did, kind of.  A spiderdog would have to be over eighty per cent female to produce it.  Anyway, that's what Curious told me.  He also thought nobody would want to be fully female. They cannot move and lay eggs endlessly."

 

Montigo:  "Understandable.  So, the ones with the disease choose their gender and family.  What do you know about their reproduction?"

 

Rivers:  "Anyone who is female enough is able to lay eggs, but they decide when to mate and then give birth to a small litter, only a hundred or so, and then get on with their lives.  Larvae are raised by the family in charge of the nursery."

 

Montigo: Chuckle "Only a hundred?"

 

Rivers:  "Not many by their standards."

 

Montigo: "So, if they don't raise children, what is a family."

 

Rivers:  "A group of spiderdogs that share food.  They use the same term for those groups as they do for a healthy queen and her offspring, so I think they see a family as a family although not all families can reproduce.  They share food by giving each other honey.  Sharing with someone outside the family is like slutty or something."

 

Montigo:  "And what if someone chooses not to join a family, would they be a family of one?"

 

Rivers: "Good question.  If someone tried that, I wasn't told.  Anyway, families compete for new members.  Larger families seem to have higher status."

 

Montigo:  "Even though a family only gets one vote?"

 

Rivers: "Yup."

 

Montigo:  "Well, I'm glad to hear that Spiderdogs have something so close to a democratic system.  Those diseased ones strike me as a potential ally, if they are willing."

 

Rivers:  "They are.  I spent time with Curious and his family and we did exchange information.  I think I've covered it all.  At the very least, they want more contact.  I could not make any promises.  A decision like that is above my pay grade, but I told them I would pass it on."

 

Montigo: "I'll recommend that we make contact as quickly as possible.  They can help us against healthy nests and we can help them escape tyranny."

 

Rivers:  "More than that.  I'd call it going from slavery to freedom.  In fact, it seems a lot like The Enlightenment to me."

 

Montigo: "Enlightenment?"

 

Rivers:  "You know.  The social conditions that led to the American Revolution.  King to congress."

 

Montigo:  "Oh! I'm sorry, I'm not from Earth and my Earth history is a little sketchy.  That list of rules does sound like a bill of rights."

 

Rivers:  "Something along those lines, but also a list of symptoms.  They don't seem to have a plan in place if someone breaks those rules.  I don't think they have much experience with free will."

 

Montigo:  "Anyway, we can help spread their disease past that one sphere."

 

Rivers:  "Curious told me that there is a fleet of spheres and several planets that have the disease.  And they're winning. Healthy Spiderdog families may be larger, but they can't work together.  The only contact they have is to fight until one nest overcomes another."

 

Montigo: "So, the Spiderdogs are having a civil war?"

 

Rivers: "I'm not sure what to call it.  Spiderdogs raid each other's nests and take larvae or, in some cases, take the nest and assimilate all offspring. It's how they fight.  The healthy ones do so routinely, but the diseased only raid healthy nests."

 

Montigo:  "And assimilate healthy larvae.  No more obedience hormone.  Can they refuse."

 

Rivers:  "I suppose so, but they generally don't and I can see why."

 

Montigo:  "So can I.  Do you know how they are organized?  Is it a untied group or several factions?"

 

Rivers:  "I'm told they all follow the same rules.  They seem to get along but I don't know more."

 

Montigo:  "That could make diplomacy difficult.  We'd have to figure out who to contact on their end."

 

Rivers:  "Want my opinion?  We should broadcast an offer and let them accept or reject."

 

Montigo:  "That could work.  Anyway, it'll be up to The Commander"  (Note:  The Commander is the  ANE fleet commander, a civilian appointed by the Alliance authorities.  The position was held by Taki Yamasaki at the time). "I will certainly contact him about this."

 

Rivers:  "You can do that?"

 

Montigo:  "The Fizz can.  I'll take this to Earth myself if I have to."

 

Rivers:  "Do you think he'll offer alliance?"

 

Montigo:  "I think he'll do anything it takes to win the war.  It's certain people under him that I'd worry about.  People who aren't inclined to work with big, creepy-crawly bugs no matter what."

 

Rivers:  "Y'know, I tried to tell Curious about that sort of thing.  He was like 'You should talk.  You carry your upturned body around on those huge legs and scowl constantly, with that black fluff growing out of your skull.'  I hadn't shaved since the crash.  I didn't answer because his antennae were twitching so hard I thought he'd bruise an eye."

 

Montigo:  Laughter.  "Scowl constantly?"

 

Rivers:  "My eyes never leave my head.  I always look like I'm really pissed."

 

Montigo:  "I guess creepy is a two way street."

 

Rivers:  "You get used to it.  Especially when you're in contact with unhealthy spiderdongs.  I wasn't there for long, but I think of them as people, not just big bugs."

 

Montigo: "Not everyone is so open minded."

 

Rivers:  "I was as bad as anyone, but I learned.  Had to."

 

Montigo: "Yeah.  I spoke with your doctor.  You can eat in the mess as long as you stick to your diet.  Join me for lunch?"

 

Rivers:  "Thank you, yes.  I need to change."

 

14MAR2236, 1813 hours. Entry 6:

 

Montigo: "Awaiting clearance for takeoff.  I will return to the CH to give my report."  (Note: CH is short for the Fleet Intelligence Service's Classified Headquarters)  "I recommend that this log be classified as Secret.  There is not much to warrant a higher classification and a lot of useful information.  For the record, I recommend that Ensign Tamara Rivers, Serial number 80769, be recognized as a crucial asset and assigned to The Fizz as soon as possible.  Her recovery is going well and she will be fit to serve shortly.  Furthermore, I recommend that contact with the diseased, or liberated, faction of Spiderdogs be given top priority."

 

End of Document.

 

Update Added 27DEC2238 by L. V. Hale, transcriber:

 

Officially, the war ended 24DEC2238, and the proceeding document has been declassified.  Ensign Rivers was assigned to Fleet Inelegance Services and sent to the CH, located on board the Cruiser Bremen at the time.  An invitation to meet was transmitted by Commander Yamasaki shortly afterward, date unknown.  A surprisingly large number of Spiderdog spheres accepted. The details of the negotiation can be found in documents 7267 and 7269 but, in short, the Spiderdogs were invited to join forces with the ANE fleet in order to liberate human territory taken by 'healthy' Spiderdog families.  The 'diseased' Spiderdogs asked for the right to assimilate larvae, which was granted. The offer was voted on and accepted by twenty-four spheres and two planets.  The first two engagements were one-sided victories.  With the help of friendly spiderdogs, a method of jamming the guidance systems of enemy munitions was developed, as well as small arms based on human weapons but designed for Spiderdog use.  Previously, an individual spiderdog's only weapons were its mandibles.  Furthermore, a substantial number of friendly Spiderdog larvae chose a gender mix of female and warrior, making them much larger and more effective than enemy warriors.  Later, the practice of demanding surrender from the enemy came to be applied.  Unfriendly Spiderdog queens were told to order their offspring not to resist and depart, or the nest or vessel would be taken by force.  Among Spiderdogs, it was unprecidented for a queen to survive the defeat of her nest and the majority surrendered.  Defeated queens were made to leave the sector with no males.  Our home sector was 'quarentined', an idea that the friendly Spiderdogs came up with, and warning buoys were placed.  Any healthy Spiderdogs who entered would be given the disease.  The last known unfriendly queen surrendered and departed on 08DEC2238.  Relations between Spiderdog friendlies and humans have been established and several liberated planets are shared by both species.  In short, Victory is ours!

 

 

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