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Private Pristine Failure

Alina Tremiru Alina Tremiru

Dantooine. It was home, years ago. A whole different life ago. Bronwyn did not feel the pangs of nostalgia for a place that held only memories of contempt from her peers. There were flashes of those memories in her mind as she walked through the calm countryside toward the orphanage of her past. The Jedi ran it then, and she figured they would run it still. They fed her, and housed her, but provided none of the parental affection that had been denied to her by the Brotherhood of the Maw destroying her family in one of their brutal raids. It made a very sterile environment that much more numbing. To make matters worse, she did not fit in with the other children there, and even among other orphans, was an outcast among her own.

Those children were faint memories. Faces blurred by the passage of time, twisted into mocking expressions at her anguish. Back then she longed for approval and acceptance, and got none of it. Even the Jedi that cared for her kept her at arm's length. She could not figure out why simple kindnesses were foreign to her. Now, though, she cared little for them. Time and war saw to it that her need for approval had been replaced wholly by the consuming hatred that had been put in it's place. The tragic irony of it all, was that she had been rebuilt and taken in by the Brotherhood of the Maw after the Galactic Alliance failed her. Now, all of Krayt Squadron would suffer.

In some way she could appreciate the ironic nature of her continued existence. Bronwyn did not even know the name of the Sith that saw to it she was properly granted cybernetics to replace her maimed figure. It was a blind fury that saw to her freedom from the laboratory though. While he had succeeded in reconstructing her broken body and fitting her for war, the measures he tried to use to control her explicitly failed. What was left behind when she broke out of her bondage was a burning laboratory and the blood and bile of a body ripped to shreds as if a Sithspawn had torn the whole place asunder.

As the morning sunrise gave way to the midday overcast sky, it began to rain. Bronwyn had walked for hours through the countryside as if she was a migratory creature. The paths of her childhood were still there, worn further still into the soil by those who followed them. The wind caught the black cloak and as the weather picked up it silhouetted her on the horizon as she peaked the hill into the small dip that housed the building. Lights were on, people were home, and she could feel them. Jedi, they resided in that building and she knew deep down they could feel her presence as well.

Bronwyn stood atop the hill, the clawed digits of her cybernetic hand tapping off of the metallic frame of her left leg. It was not nerves, but anticipation. She wanted to crush them all, entirely, but since her mauling years ago she now tried to work out entry plans before launching an offensive. Even her efforts on Epoch were meticulous, and given life by the caution she had while she was in control of her emotions. It was dichotomy then, to know that she was also the wild berserker that tore bodies apart as she was an enraged gundark. Deep down she knew that berserker warrior was still inside, lurkcing at the edge of her mind and demanding to be released. It was willpower that kept it in check most of the time, but even now she could feel the fraying edges of her sanity shaking loose.

Only a short matter of time and she felt it would be released again. Still, all this darkness swirling about her in the Force roiled like the coming storm that pushed into the area. Anyone even remotely linked to the Force could feel the looming presence sitting at a distance like a predator waiting for the opening to attack. Bronwyn looked at the retractible claws on her fingers and to the building beyond. It was that moment that a voice called to her. To her left was the maimed figure of a GADF soldier. Nameless, but one she definitely killed. His words were inscrutable, but the expression on his bloodied face was one of hateful condemnation. She gripped the sides of her head and fell to her knees with her eyes closed. "Leave me. You are not real." she commanded. Only to be hit with more sounds that signaled the dead soldier's hate. The woman shook her head and growled, trying to refocus herself mid hallucination. Madness was breaking her mind apart, and she had to control it if she was going to finish off her former Squadron. She could not destroy them if she wound up incarcerated in a facility for the criminally insane. Without knowing what she had done, she had inadvertently become a whirling vortex of dark side energy as she tried to fight off the hallucinations, making her a beacon to anyone that could sense the Force.
 

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Dantooine had memories here.

The crystal caverns, long since shattered and caved in from the war so long ago now, had grown over green. Life had found it's own way to continue, even over the bodies of so many dead. Alina stood by the cave in she'd fought against not the Imperial foes she should've been, but the mad Sith Lord's minions that had been dispatched to kill her and the other Acolytes that had originally been sent through the caves.

So many dead. She survived, though not alone. Another. Her brow twitched. The face wasn't there, wasn't clear. Who was it that had survived? Why did she only feel hate? The broken memories, lost in her revival, she wasn't sure how to make sense of them.

But she didn't focus on them long. The Dark. She lifted her head, turning towards where she could feel the maelstrom of hate and anger. Madness in it's purest form. It was an easier thought to focus on than her own twisted memories. So she smiled, stood up to instead follow that little trace. Someone powerful was having quite the inner turmoil. She followed the scent to the source, let herself be pulled into the flurry of emotions.

And devoured them.

Alina walked close to the figure huddled on the ground, freely pulling the emotions towards herself to consume through the Force. Perhaps it might help the girl, but really it would just feed the Sangnir. All this potent food, she couldn't pass it up. "You seem to be having trouble, aren't you?" Alina crouched down, her unnatural glowing red eyes staring. Judging.

"What do you see?"

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To the other that had approached, it was apparent that Bronwyn was a product of the Maw. The cybernetics looked the part, being dark and seeming to flow into flesh where it had been lost. To anyone else, she looked like a madwoman, struggling against the ghosts in her mind that left her in this wretched lunatic state. It was a stark contrast to her life prior to her reconstruction, where the only company she had was herself for nearly all of her life. Where she once desired to not be alone, now, she would give anything to make these phantoms disappear.

The storm picked up. A bolt of lightning and a clash of thunder snapped lucidity into her. She heard the voice. It spoke to her, in words she could understand. Bronwyn looked up from her cloak, eyes gleaming in the darkness as the Dark Side roiled around her. It coaxed her back toward the hallucinations, but she stared back.

"Just ghosts. The dead do not rest." Bronwyn answered. Cryptic, vague, but an answer. There was a thick fog still, in her mind, and only the arrival of someone real had called back against the rising tide of lunacy. She hugged her arms around her body and sat there on her knees, looking back at the figure of the mauled soldier fading into the storm and disappearing. For a moment, she simply rocked back and forth fighting back to rid herself of this image. It was not guilt, nor was it fear, but unfiltered hatred. There was nothing there to destroy when she lashed out, making the situation that much worse. Deep down she knew they were hallucinations but they felt all too real when they began to encircle her with judgment on their mute dead faces. For now, lucidity lasted.
 

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"The dead rarely do."

She knew first hand just how true that was. Hatred, though, she didn't expect it to be so strong over some specters. It wasn't just the dead, was what Alina had concluded as she watched the cyborg rock back and forth. She reached out a hand, pale as the dead, cold to the touch. But she offered it anyway with the faintest smile on her face. This hate was strong. And, perhaps, Alina was simply relating too much to the girl.

If Alina hadn't become the Sangnir she was, she'd likely be just as much machine.

"Why don't we deal with them properly."

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"They're just...I don't know." Bronwyn said, looking up with a side-eyed glance. What stranger would be out here in a storm on Dantooine and just happen to find her in the midst of another mental crisis? Was she just being paranoid or did she have reason to be suspicious?

A clawed metal hand took the offered hand, and she stood,
"Down there, I grew up there. Jedi raised us. Others got adopted, I never did. They, must have hidden things from me, or I would not be like this. I feel something moving when I feel this way. I don't know what it is, but when I lose myself I feel it enter me. It makes me stronger, faster, but, I lose control. I can see me doing the things I have done, but do not have control. I have questions, and they have answers." she said, glaring down at the orphanage.

A figure stood in one of the windows looking out, in their direction. As soon as she looked back at them she felt a surge of something. It sent a shiver down her spine. Whoever it was, they knew she was out here. Not much time passed since she lived there as a child, so the Jedi that ran it may well be the same. Bronwyn did not know how, but she had a reassured feeling that down there were the Jedi she knew, and she would have answers from them one way or another.
 

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"The dead may not rest, but they rarely give answers."

Alina stood herself, looking towards where Bronwyn was searching. And tilted her head. So the Jedi had rebuilt here all that time ago? Leave it to the worms to struggle their way through the dirt when their predators were no longer in the way. There were people there. So not the dead, then? Curious. Far more curious. "Rage is a potent strength for all users of the Force. But it is not something easily controlled. Not if you can't accept everything you feel as your own. Why don't we go speak with them? It will be good for you to learn how best to keep yourself calm even when you're so full of hate."

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"The Lord that rebuilt me told me that I was strong with the Force, but that meant nothing to me at the time. My body was freshly repaired, and the pain was still unbearable. I lost myself to it and ripped him to shreds with the hands he gave me." Bronwyn said, looking to her own brutal claws. They had seen more blood and violence than the sword she carried. She retracted them and looked at the building below again. "They know we are here. I can feel it."

Without so much as a word of warning to the other, she leapt toward the building. Her want for answers had pulled her in, and she would have them sooner rather than later. Each jump was wild, and propelled her forward some distance. It was not readily apparent to her, but she had a talent for Force abilities that altered her movement. Speed, jumping, falling, they just seemed natural to her as breathing and killing had become.

At the terminus of the final jump she landed on the building itself. Bronwyn looked back to the hill where the other woman was, as if to beckon her inward.
"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" called a male's voice. She turned and saw a Jedi standing atop the building as well, and with his lightsaber drawn but not ignited yet. He stood wary of her, as he no doubt felt the dark side rolling from her in waves.

Bronwyn's face remained neutral, "Master Zaro. Do you not recognize one of your own orphans? Am I that broken to you that you have forgotten? Look to your memory. You will remember my face when you look into my eyes closely."

Master Zaro looked intently, and felt a deep sense of unease. He knew the eyes. This was the girl he had sworn to never instruct in the ways of the Force. It was his hope by leaving Bronwyn ignorant that she would not succumb to her natural inclination towards violence and rage. "I knew I should have severed your connection to the Force. I failed you."

"To the contrary. You played an integral role in creating me as I am now. When you chose to hide the Force from me, you left the door open for anyone else. It just so happens that the people who found me near-death on that battlefield was the Brotherhood of the Maw. So much for the Alliance taking care of its own. To think I volunteered to serve in their GADF and this is how they repaid me. You have questions to answer for me, and I will have my answers." she said, her voice carrying the weight of a life of pain and hatred.


"You will find no answers here. You are a pawn of the Dark Side now, and I know what I must do." he said, his blue saber snapping to life as he assumed a defensive stance.

The rain swirled around her as outrage and hate built up inside Bronwyn. The weather had picked up again, but around her was not wind and rain, but a maelstrom of dark energy that was wild and untamed. She was fighting the loss of control as she stood there roiling in the chaos of the Force,
"You will answer my questions, and I will spare the lives of everyone in this building. Refuse and you forfeit the lives of your peers, and anyone else inside." she demanded, her clawed digits deploying their deadly blades. The tension was so deep, so full of disdain, that any sensing the Force could feel the disquieting danger that had come much too close now. Would he answer her questions though?
 

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Alina followed like a shade, keeping behind Bronwyn, letting her eyes watch. Her ears hear. Not just the Jedi before them, but the others around. The orphans, the other Jedi that she had no doubt had moved in to try and keep this world safe from the Sith. It wouldn't be for much longer, she imagined. But they could try regardless. She'd handle them if they intervened, though. Right now, she was just curious on how strong this rageful machine truly was.

And how much she could loose control. Alina would handle the loss of control as needed. They had questions they needed to get, after all.

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The most shocking thing about Bronwyn was the speed at which she engaged the battle. There was no doubt that the Force had enhanced her, but she had not done it through focus and training. With proper education, she could likely become incredibly dangerous to anyone that dared stand in opposition to her.

Her hands clashed with the blade of the saber, showing that the pieces of her that were rebuilt with cybernetics used materials that were able to withstand a lightsaber much better than flesh. The Jedi Master was taken aback by the sudden unarmed assault and found himself placed on the defensive. That worked for him, as he was a practitioner of the Soresu form of lightsaber combat. It meant that he was keeping himself safe, but it also meant that her was not pressing any potential openings to strike out. Bronwyn did not know the forms themselves, but the greatest weakness presented by a Form III user was their overall lack of offensive pressure. They could defend, but often found themselves in trouble against aggressive opponents that continued to press the attack.

Bronwyn was not thinking much of confidence or bravado. Anyone familiar with the power of a lightsaber would have called her a lunatic for engaging without a weapon. Sparks from her cybernetic body flew from contact with the blade. The light show was impressive, but perhaps more impressive was the opening she found to swipe her clawed fingers across his abdomen. Cloth ripped and there was a trickle of blood. It was not a death blow, but it forced him to jump and disengage in order to rethink the approach to the battle that he had not truly expected.

The cybernetic berserker did not relent, and gave him no rest or respite from the fight as she pursued without a hint of hesitation. It was utterly enraging to her that he defended and never tried to lash out. Her rage continued to build, fortifying her speed, agility, and strength. His blocks became more desperate, as the entire point of lightsaber forms was to combat other lightsaber user. Master Zaro was by no means a terrible warrior, but he was not prepared to face someone who did not wield a blade as he. With a force push in the opening, he threw Bronwyn across the building with startling power of his own.

In her current state, Bronwyn's outrage at being separated from her quarry caused something that she had not yet have happen. Rage and hate had reached a boiling point in her, and as she screamed her fury to the uncaring void the Dark Side manifested in a powerful shockwave caused by her anguished shout. It send a rumbling crack through the roof of the building and opened the third floor to the weather as it collapsed inward. Inside, unsuspecting victims found themselves trapped and crushed by the debris. Master Zaro jumped over the blast of raw energy, and toward her, as he could not take the chance that she unwittingly use Force Scream again and cause more structural damage.

Bronwyn was in a state of utter fury, and at a point in time she had never reached this state before. A stark lucidity struck her, as if all her rage and sorrow were now focused in a pinpoint toward the singular goal of getting answers from this Jedi. The world seemed to slow down for her as she watched him nearing from his own leap. Something shone on him, something that drew her in, as if the Force was granting her vision of exactly where to strike. She launched herself upward at him before he could land, and landed a shocking blow. Her shoulder had struck directly into his sternum, and as he grunted from the hit, the sudden shock sent his saber out of his hands and onto the roof of the building. Bronwyn followed up, not letting go, and slammed him directly into the debris of the building as if driving him down herself.

Master Zaro's breath was utterly knocked out of him. Winded by the shock and speed that she showed to strike at an opening that even he had not considered, left him on the ground, beaten. Bronwyn did not know what she saw when she saw it, but what the Dark Side had revealed to her a Shatterpoint. It was a potent ability to the trained user, that allowed them to perceive weaknesses or openings. As it only revealed them, it was still up to the user to determine how best to strike at them. Bronwyn did what she knew best, and that was hand-to-hand combat, partially trained in it from her time in the GADF.

Before the master could shift his weight or get up, she stomped out both of his legs, shattering bone and leaving him helpless to escape her. For good measure, she also shattered his arms. His anguished screams alleviated some of her outrage, but she still seethed with a potent fury. "All you had to do was answer my questions, Master Zaro. Your suffering is a product of your own hubris. You think me a monster because the Maw rebuilt me, and I embraced my rage and sorrow. Look at what your Jedi training has gotten you. You reject this power, and now look at you. Broken. Are you going to answer my questions now? You will live if you answer them."

"I do not fear death, Bronwyn, but I will answer you." Master Zaro conceded, enduring his pain with an admirable stoicism.

Bronwyn glared at him, "You lied to me. When I asked if someone was going to come and adopt me, why did nobody come?"

"We kept you away from them. At the time, Master Jur believed you to be too dangerous to allow someone to adopt you. We kept you here to try and dissuade you from all the anger that you felt, the grief that consumed you." he admitted, proving that the Jedi did not truly have her interests as a child at heart. The past is the past, but Bronwyn now wondered if she had been adopted, if she would have been right here at this very moment.


"Why did you tell me someone would come then? What good is giving a child false hope? Do you know the kind of pain that caused me? The sadness? Nobody wanted me. That rejection, you let it happen because you were fearful of my emotional state." she said, rage giving way to sorrow. She wept at the question's answer. Deep down she suspected something was wrong. Others were adopted with fair regularity but she was stuck here on Dantooine until her adulthood.

Master Zaro looked somewhat ashamed,
"We were not fearful of your emotions, but of what they could do. You have such a powerful connection to the Force, Bronwyn. Even now with all of your cybernetic parts, you are incredible. We were wrong, we should have trained you to reject your negative emotions and embrace tranquility in the Jedi Order. We failed you."

"You did, and now your failure is truly complete. Your fear created me, and your lies motivated me. This would not be possible without you and Master Jur concealing my natural abilities from me. Things always happened around me, but I didn't know why. If you had just told me, guided me, like you were supposed to as a caretaker here, I would not be what I am now." she said, venom lacing every single stressed syllable of her words. Bronwyn lifted him by the collar of his tunic and stared him down. "Let your failure guide you through the chaos, Master Zaro. Enjoy this moment while it lasts, for it is far more beautiful and vibrant than what awaits you. Only darkness awaits you now. Fear not, existence is behind you." she finished, piercing through his torso with a violent thrust of her left arm. The point of her hand allowed the impact point of her strike to shatter flesh and bone. As the blood poured from the open wound, she removed her arm from his body, and dropped him on the ground where his life faded quickly from the sheer destruction to his internal organs from that attack.

Had he been fully prepared to face an unarmed opponent, Master Zaro would have put up a better fight. Life spent out here tending to an orphanage and a garden had dulled his combat training, and left him ill-prepared for someone who had been built back up to live a life of battle and pain. Bronwyn had defeated him so utterly, and yet the answers she received only served to anger her more. They could have given her a more proper education and chose not to. She was a direct product of Jedi hubris and that left her with an awful taste in her mouth. As the rain washed the blood off of her arm, she looked up into the sky. Her eyes glowed with a shocking orange color, something that showed just how much this fight alone forced her toward the Dark Side. There was no light left in her, and even though she was still furious, she gave herself over to the Dark Side fully.

Bronwyn leapt to the roof again from the debris field of the collapsed roof portion. She scanned over the roof and found the lightsaber Master Zaro had lost in the fight. This, was her property now, and so she took it and stored it away on her belt. Her heart was still racing, and she felt deep down that the other Jedi were there and felt the loss of Master Zaro. None of them approached though. They stayed in the building, likely protecting those who were unable to protect themselves from Force users. She cared little, as she sat against one of the climate control units on the roof and rested herself. If they came, she would deal with it, but she felt a potent fear that lingered in the air like a dense fog. Bronwyn put her head in her hands and just let grief and anguish take her for the moment. What other lies was she told by those who were meant to help her?
 

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Alina followed in silence. Listened in silence. Bronwyn hadn't given into the Dark, not in the way she seemed to think she would. There was no blind rage here, just a quest for vengeance and answers. Both of which she seemed to obtain. Though Alina could see clearly just how many questions the answers she'd gotten had left her with. Her gaze lingered below, nearby. Just to make sure no other Jedi might come to try and halt this moment. It was a precious one for a budding Sith.

And a Sith this girl was.

"You kept control. Didn't loose yourself to your rage. And got your answers. Some, at least. How do you feel now?"

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"Unfulfilled. I knew in some way what he was going to tell me. Once I was told that I had a connection to the Force, I figured the Jedi knew and did not tell me." Bronwyn said, looking at the body she had torn apart. She looked up to the woman, "They found themselves an orphan they could not care for in me. They left me alone. Lied to me. It was an awful place to grow up, watching other children chosen while I was left behind. That was why I left to join the GADF. I found some sense of belonging, then they stabbed me in the back too. Everywhere I've gone, I've been ostracized, pushed away. No more. They will have to reckon with me no matter what now, and I will not let them escape me anymore."

The white-haired woman jumped into the hole beneath where the roof had collapsed. Inside, the room had been drenched in the rain. It was a living space. With the violence of the confrontation there was no way that it had gone unnoticed. Bronwyn approached the door and it refused to budge. It had been locked, so she punched into the material and bent the frame. Her body was still reeling with outrage. She bashed against the door violently, the metal creaking but not giving way. "There is nothing here. Nobody that knows anything that I didn't already get. Why do I still feel so furious? I got what I wanted. Why, why am I still so filled with anger?" she screamed to nobody in particular, continually bashing at the door with all her power until she just collapsed against it, sitting with her back to it. Bronwyn was incredibly upset, and now it was a mix of sorrow with her hate. She did not know why people ketp taking advantage of her, or lying to her, and the Jedi could not give her the answers to that question.
 

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Violence and rage. Alina's glowing eyes sparkled with mild amusement. To rage against the helpless feeling she had, there'd be no end to it. Not with this path. But that power it offered was still oh so potent. The Sith stood before Bronwyn, offering a single pale hand. "You're never going to loose that feeling. You will never feel satiated, even when all those who've wronged you lay dead at your feet. The reason why is easy; it was all pointless. Your suffering, your hate and rage, the only thing it will bring is their deaths. Then, nothing."

Alina smiled. Just a little one, something encouraging.

"All this pain you've been through doesn't have to be for nothing, though. You just need purpose to put it towards more than revenge. I'll find you a purpose."

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Bronywn's golden eyes stared daggers through the woman. She was offering once more to be someone trusted. A guide through her tumultuous integration in to the Force as one who could wield its power. It was no secret between them that she had trust issues considering the nature of her outbursts and questioning. She stood up and spoke very plainly, "Accepted. But, if you lie to me, if I find out you've been using me as a tool that you can throw away on a whim. If I get even the faintest hint that you are going to betray me, I will tear your flesh from your body and throw you to the carrion beasts. Am I understood?"
 

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Alina watched her stand before slowly doing the same herself. The red of her dark eyes flashed with color. Anima burned in her as the kind smile took something more honest. "My dear, that is how the Sith are. I will use you as a tool. I will use your broken body to accomplish my goals until the day you can no longer function, and then I will discard you. But if you defy that, if you show me this fire always, you will never be discarded. I will never discard a tool I can use. That is what makes me different from those who've betrayed you."

Again she offered her hand.

"I won't lie about my intentions."

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If looks could kill, the glare Bronwyn gave the woman was deadly. A tool. So be it. She would take this woman's offer, and be used only for so long. There was nothing more she could gain here. If this woman and whatever group she represents knew how to make her strong enough that she never need bend her will to another's whims, then let this term of service be the price she must pay for greater strength.

Bronwyn's claws retracted. It would seem she was almost purpose built to be a weapon of war given how much violence she could take and dish out, but this was an agreement made, not a battle fought. "Betrayal stings like salt on a fresh wound. Let it be a warning to you, then, that if you betray the trust I put in you, your life is mine or I will die trying to take it."
 

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"I've no doubt. That's what it means to be Sith."

Alina watched her for a moment longer before turning to face the Academy here. The Jedi within were restless. Reinforcements were likely already called, to bring about the hunt of the one who killed the Jedi who led this place. That's how the Jedi were. Kill one, dozens more would come.

"Don't worry. If what I sense in you is right, you'll rise above a tool rather swiftly. But if you fail, well." Then and only then would the tool be discarded. Alina shrugged indifferently, still smiling despite the hateful glare sent her way. It would serve Bronwyn well to be so full of hate. They could work on how to direct it later.

"But if you succeed.. Well. Perhaps we can start regrowing that broken body of yours. Wouldn't it be such a good fate for those who betrayed you to rebuild what you've lost?"

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