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Post by Shaman Anaxilea on Mar 3, 2013 8:38:23 GMT -8
Adumar's terrain consisted of cities, forests, hills, lakes, rivers and underground tunnels.
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Post by Thomas Blackwall [Retired] on Mar 11, 2018 9:17:20 GMT -8
First Order Mission Log: Captain Blackwall, Thomas.
12 kilometers east of Cartann City, First Order LZ
0900 hrs (Standard Military Time)
The Bucket touched down on the outskirts of Cartann City. As the ramp lowered, Blackwal exited the craft, followed by his squad. No action yet, though the locals had no idea they were coming...yet. That would most likely change once they noticed the white armored Stormtroopers moving about. But for now, it was time to take advantage of the element of surprise. A loud rumbling in the skies caused him to look at the horizon towards the city. A ship was settling into position over the city."Looks like our job just got harder, boys. We've got company settling in over the city..."Gripping his rifle, he motioned for the team to gather around."Reaper, I want you on overwatch for the LZ. Hold this point at all costs. Helo, Orion and Viper, you'll be heading into the city to investigate our new friends. Jester, you are with me, we'll be heading for the factory. Rules of engagement are simple, avoid civilian casaulties and only engage if fired upon first. We're here to extract weapons data, not slaughter the populace. Helo, you'll be in charge of the second team. Do a quick gear check and get moving. I want to know who decided to drop in on us. Jester, ready weapons and form up on me."With a brief nod towards the rest of his squad members, Blackwall watched them disperse and quickly check over their weapons and gear. Blackwall did the same. His rifle and sidearm were in good order, with full powerpacks. His gear, having been immaculately maintained, was sealed properly and ready to go. As he finished up, Jester approached him.Everything checks out, sir. Ready when you are.Nodding, Blackwall spoke."Then let's lock and load. On my six."With a quick nod from Jester, Blackwall lead the way through the forest heading towards the city of Cartann. |
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Post by Fireteam Castle [Retired] on Mar 11, 2018 9:45:30 GMT -8
First Order Mission Log: Fireteam Castle
12 kilometers East of Cartann City, First Order LZ
0900 hrs (Standard Militart Time) As the Captain issued his orders, Reaper was the first one to move away from the group. His assignment was overwatch for the LZ. An important task, but ultimately a boring one. At least until someone came poking around. Returning to the Bucket and opening the rifle case carrying the parts for his highly favored E-11s Sniper Rifle, he quickly pieced it together, grabbed several extra clips, slung the rifle over his shoulder and exited the dropship. Taking off in the opposite direction, Reaper quickly climbed a nearby hill. Once at the top, he unslung his rifle and peered through the scope, surveying the area. Nice line of sight to the Bucket, considerable cover around him and well hidden from plain sight due to the canopy of trees overhead. This would do nicely, he thought to himself. Flipping down the bi-pod stand he had fabricated for the rifle, Reaper dropped down in the prone position and began to observe the rest of the team as they left the LZ. Keying his comm, he spoke quickly and quietly.Reaper, in position. Overwatch established.And with that, he was set to keep the LZ covered...Meanwhile...Helo led his two teammates, Orion and Viper through the thick undergrowth as they hoofed it towards Cartann. Toting his FWMB-10 Repeating Blaster, Helo was prepared to take on nearly anything and everything that decided to get in his way. Due to the importance of this assignment, the Captain had ordered that both he and Reaper be outfitted with their specialist loadout. Following a few meters behind him was Viper, the team's kid-brother. And behind him was Orion. The trio continued to press forward, hoping to investigate the new arrivals before they presented a problem...Meanwhile...Jester followed the Captain silently as they forged their way forward through the forest. With Reaper in position, Helo and the others investigating the new arrivals and himself backing up the Captain, he had a good feeling about this assignment. All their bases were covered. Almost perfectly, some might say, for this covert operation. Now, if everything went according to plan, that would make this a milk run. But Jester knew better than to assume everything would go according to plan. When this team was assigned a mission, things usually always went sideways real quick, which is why they had garnered the reputation they had. Still remaining focused on the task at hand, he followed the Captain as quietly as he could... |
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Post by Fireteam Castle [Retired] on Apr 16, 2018 14:33:59 GMT -8
Still positioned on the hill, occasionally peering through the scope of his E-11s Sniper Rifle, Master Sergeant Nolan Winter, better known by his call sign 'Reaper', noticed some movement off to the west. Keying the comm with the Bucket, their transport sitting a few hundred meters away, he spoke softly and quickly to both Wings and Buck.
Got movement, 300 meters off your right flank.
As per usual, Flight Corporal Simmons aka 'Buck', replied first.
Copy. I don't have a visual.
Still following the target through the scope of his rifle, breathing slowly, Wings answered as well.
Take the shot.
With a slight grin beneath his helmet, Reaper inhaled slowly, aiming for the target's center mass. Holding in his breath, his finger tightened on the trigger and the rifle recoiled as it fired. Seconds later, on the receiving end of the shoot, the target dropped. Exhaling slowly, he keyed the comm once more.
Target neutralized.
As he pivoted the rifle, still peering through the scope, he spotted several more targets. Alliance soldiers. He counted six of them. And following them was...
Overwatch to the Bucket, you've got six hostiles and a tank inbound to your position. Repeat, you've got six foot mobiles and a mobile weapons platform inbound!
Without missing a beat, Wings replied.
Shit! Spinning up the engines. Buck! On the gun. If they get in range, open up! Reaper, get out of there! We'll RV at the secondary LZ!
As the sounds of the AAL powering up reached his ears, Reaper, still peering through the scope, watched as the Alliance soldiers' heads all turned in the direction the sound was coming from. Inhaling once more, he squeezed off three more shots. Dropping his three targets and causing the rest to break for cover, the tank kept moving forward. Watching the barrel of the tank's main cannon pivot and point in his general direction, his eyes widened.
"Aw shit..."
He muttered to himself as he sprang to his feet, rifle in hand and began sprinting away from where he had just been laying. Seconds later, the hill he had been laying on exploded. A large fountain of dirt shot upwards, along with chucks of the trees that had been around him. Dirt rained down on him as he was thrown to the ground. Picking himself up, staggering slightly and shaking his head, he keyed his comm.
Get out of here! I've drawn their fire! I'll try to lose them and meet up with you. If not, I'll head to the main LZ for the assault force. Going radio silent. Godspeed, gents, we'll be in touch."
Once again on his feet, huffing as he ran, he heard the Bucket's F-ZO antipersonnel blaster cannon spool up and loose several short bursts. And then the Lander soared overhead, gaining speed. At least they managed to get clear, he thought. His thoughts were quickly interrupted by scattered blaster fire aimed in his general direction. Spinning around and dropping to one knee, Reaper leveled his rifle, sucked in a breath and held it. Finding the source of blaster fire, he fired off three shots. Target dropped. That left two more soldiers and the tank. Exhaling, he rose to his feet and continued sprinting through the forest, vaulting over fallen trees and small ditches. Know how his physical conditioning was, he could keep this up for a while longer. It was contending with the tank that had him concerned. But he'd cross that bridge when he got there...
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Post by Fireteam Castle [Retired] on Jul 14, 2018 21:33:32 GMT -8
Master Sergeant: Nolan Winters
Callsign: 'Reaper'
Adumar Hunkered down beneath a fallen log, 'Reaper' sat, catching his breath. He had managed to shake his pursuers for the time being, though he could still hear the tank, muscling it's way through the forest. According to his HUD, he was sitting directly in the path of the incoming assault force. He could faintly feel the tremors within the ground, indicating that the walkers were on the move. All he had to do was stay alive and avoid detection long enough for the walkers to get close enough to pick him up. But at the moment, he wasn't going to chance an open transmission. Studying the map a few more seconds, he rose to his feet and scanned his surroundings. Clear, for the moment. Inspecting his rifle, he then set off at a jog, directly towards the incoming walkers.Flight Sergeant: Markus Rawley
Callsign: 'Wings'
Adumar - Secondary LZ The Bucket had managed to evade the patrol that had been sent to find them, unfortunately they had to leave 'Reaper' behind in the process. Still sitting in the pilot's seat, he spoke to his gunner, Flight Corporal Abe 'Frag' Simmons, otherwise known by his call sign 'Buck'.See anything up there?There was a few seconds of silence, then Buck replied.Nadda. All clear.Nodding absently, Rawley relaxed a bit, leaning back in his seat. Hopefully everything would stay that way for the time being. With no overwatch looking out for anyone approaching, they had to rely on their passive sensors as to not broadcast their location to the Alliance forces that were most definitely in the area. So long as nothing appeared on the passive, they were fine. |
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Feb 23, 2019 21:31:21 GMT -8
Adumar, a planet of renewed Imperial presence was starting to see even the nobles trade their native clothes for that of the Empire's colors. A strange occurrence, but Imperial propaganda was doing its work. Something that made the Emperor pleased that his Imperial Civil Services was doing its work well.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Jan 20, 2021 10:45:17 GMT -8
A seed of unrest came up within the Adumari system, as the heir of the Lion's family was found dead in their sleeping chambers, the remnants of Kouhun anthropods being found within the room later on by a servant. Given recent disputes between the House of the Lion and the House of the Hawk, also known as the Marei family, the patriarch of the noble house was accused to have assigned a bounty hunter on their Lion's heir, insulting the honor of the Hawks in return.
With the conflict slowly escalating over the next weeks, as the Snake has gathered followers for the cause of the Lion, the Imperial gouvernment under Moff Tonia Marei's administration faces the difficult task of calming down the frontlines between the separate Adumari houses, given that a good ammount of nobles allign themselves with the Lion due to their belief, that the First Order benefitted the Marei's position more than their own houses. Furthermore the nobles feared that they were replacable and that in fact both the Hawk and the Empire behind them were attempting to destroy Adumar's noblility in exchange for more influence completely.
To maintain controll during these times of unrest Grand Moff Kasalle has dispatched Lieutenant General Ares and a company of Novatroopers from Muunilinst to Adumar, should the calm before the storm turn into actual tides of war. The 189th Legion remains readied alongside planetary Imperial forces to strike, having increased patrols within major cities like Cartann.
Both the Commissariat and Imperial Intelligence at the planet are already ordered by the Grand Moff and Moff Marei to find the actual culprit behind the assassination, while she attempts to lead negotiations between the single houses in her position as planetary gouvernor. Given the current situation on the planet's surface, Marei deems the instigator of the assassination as dangerous enough to threaten the stability of imperial systems, should the secret service not be able to find them, thus marking them as a main priority target.
Although the gouvernor believes in the Hawks being painted as villains within the case by the rest of the noble circle, she also wishes Imperial Intelligence to investigate whether her family is telling the truth or actually lying, for her own bound towards the Empire is thicker than family bounds.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Apr 22, 2021 7:05:40 GMT -8
The conflict between the Hawk and the Lion has entered a hot phase on the outskirts of Cartann's borders, as troops of the Lion have ambushed a weapon facility under the controll of the Hawks, causing within the destruction of the facility and the deaths of several soldiers on both sides. The facility itself was producing proton torpedoes for the First Order, provoking local forces even more into a heated conflict.
Traces of previous investigations by Imperial Intelligence lead to the belief that the initial coup was probably staged by one of the other Houses, as there is by now no doubt within the guilt of the Marei family. Yet, given how much time has passed it will be harder to secure the final puzzle pieces, even though there is evidence left that can still be tracked down.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Aug 14, 2021 7:02:11 GMT -8
Widespread conflicts on Adumar were avoided, as the Novatrooper team, supporting the 189th Legion on the planet, has finally found evidence in the current leader of the Snakes being involved into the murder affair. Imperial Intelligence agents were able to obtain a copy of the Snake's current trans actions, which were overseen by the banks on Muunilinst. There were few payments noted down, which were supposedly credited towards the Snake's farming facilities, but never arrived at the destination.
Furthermore an unknown spacecraft had been seen, days before the assassination at the Lion's household, whose description matched up with wanted criminals from the bounty hunter guild.
Lieutenant General Ares was able to track down the target in Sector H32-Alpha, before other bounty hunters could claim the target and secure the information that the Snake's leader has organized the whole deal, so that they would profit from the upcoming civil war on Agamar and also blame the First Order on it.
Of course the House of Snakes denies any connections, while their leader went into hiding. Those, that had already delivered themselves into the custodity of the First Order were spared, while the Commissariat is already sending out their Raiders to track down the culprits of the affair.
With the news being now official, Moff Marei's popularity among the native citizens is rising once more, as the honor of the House of the Hawks has been restored once more.
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Post by Ayeniner on Dec 1, 2022 13:41:57 GMT -8
Jensen Lorgo trudged through the rain. It was a stroke of luck, really - the downpour had made the streets sparse and visibility poor. Just like the other people running for cover, his pristine imperial uniform was covered by a baggy raincoat. He couldn't have done it better had he planned the weather.
Adumar had been his home for thirty two years. He'd had a good life, at first. His father was an excellent pilot and his mother trained the nobility in blastsword etiquette. That brought prestige and wealth on a planet like Adumar. However, the sickening tendrils of the spats between Force users had found purchase on Adumar just like they had on nearly every other planet in the galaxy. It hadn't taken long for Jensen to hate the Force, even if he didn't really know what it was or why it was.
The old Galactic Empire had the right of it; destroyed the Jedi Order and wiped out anything to do with the Force. Stories said Palpatine himself was a cultist, but Jensen could see past that - the good work his creation had carried out far outweighed any unnatural habits. Now the First Order and blighted Sith Eternal were everywhere, the blasted Jedi had let them take over the galaxy, and there was no Galactic Empire to stop them.
Jensen couldn't bring peace to the galaxy and expunge the Force, but he could try and make a difference on his home planet.
The rain got heavier.
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Post by Ayeniner on Dec 2, 2022 8:49:54 GMT -8
The old union cantina for one of the older missile factories was empty, cold and damp. It was, however, tucked away from any of the main residential or industrial sectors of his home city. Jensen placed his dripping raincoat on a protruding pipe, straightened his hat, patted down the creases in his grey tunic, and settled down to wait.
He only had to wait ten minutes; that's when the meeting was due to start, but Jensen found it was the longest ten minutes of his life. Stars were birthed, lived and died in that time - or so it seemed to him.
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Post by Ayeniner on Dec 2, 2022 10:44:14 GMT -8
They came in ones and twos at first. Some tall, some short. Privileged and downtrodden. Men and women, humans all. Jensen was disappointed at that, but not surprised. Aliens had had a bad time with any imperial outfit. They all shared one trait; they were nervous. Jensen couldn't blame them.
"Just arrange yourselves so that you can see and hear," he said. There were no chairs; this wasn't a committee.
The trickle stopped and Jensen completed a headcount. Eight people. He wasn't sure what he had been expecting; eight was better than five - or none. He tugged at the bottom of his tunic and cleared his throat. Guarded eyes looked up at him from wet hair, hoods and hats.
"Thank you for coming; for braving the awful weather, and also braving retaliation from the First Order. I want to begin with a little story..."
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Post by Ayeniner on Dec 2, 2022 14:23:26 GMT -8
"... the Galactic Civil War, the Cold War, even the older conflicts like the Clone Wars. All perpetuated, if not started directly, by those who use the Force in their never-ending religious battles. Light versus Dark and Good versus Evil. What about us? How does their navel gazing, or eloquent swordfights, benefit us in any way? I, for one, cannot name a single personal benefit of having the Jedi Order prop up a corrupt, ineffectual Republic. Nor, dare I say, could the countless beings who lost their lives and livelihoods during the Clone Wars started by a fallen Jedi."
Jensen paced; his message was impassioned but controlled; emotive but logical. He may have been wrong about some of the particulars but the overall vision could be universally applied. Force users brought conflict, either directly or indirectly, on the galaxy. That was what he wanted to get across.
"Even now our governments are advised, influenced and even led by those who can control minds, see the future and cause incredible pain and suffering with but a thought. The Force is a dangerous resource and should be controlled. We wouldn't give a child a blaster; people cannot be trusted with the Force."
Some eyes had hardened; his message would not find purchase in everyone. Some heads were bobbing, however, and Jensen heard a murmur of agreement here and there.
"I've read the stories; I'm sure you have too. Adumar wasn't well known on the galactic stage at the time but following the fall of the Republic the Galactic Empire brought peace to the galaxy. It eradicated cults that worshipped the Force and restricted all knowledge about its use. We need that again, and we need it on Adumar. I want that for you, and for everyone everywhere. The First Order is guilty of relying on Force users for its power, and that makes it corrupt. We need a vanguard to usher in a New Order; one based on an imperial ideology of peace and security of the people without the influence of some mystical cult, or crazed madmen with dangerous powers."
Jensen stopped pacing and clicked his heels together. He stood tall, hands behind his back, and looked at his audience.
"I offer you a beginning. Only a beginning, but it will be the start of this new Vanguard."
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Post by Ayeniner on Dec 3, 2022 2:09:28 GMT -8
Three remained in the abandoned building; five turned to leave. Jensen walked after them. "I'll see you out."
The rain was like a curtain, heavy and loud. His grey tunic immediately became dark as the wet soaked through. He smiled at the leavers. Most didn't smile back - they hadn't liked what they had heard. "Please, get home safely."
He waited until they were a few metres away and pulled out his pistol. Jensen felt numb; he had planned for rejection - he knew he couldn't please everyone. He couldn't, however, have people walking around who had seen his face and heard his message and not feel in danger of retaliation should they go to the First Order. That meant he needed to make them afraid. That meant one of them had to die.
Jensen chose a young man. Less likely to have a family which relied upon him, more likely to see the First Order as a legitimate government that would do the right thing. The older ones had seen other governments, other rulers. They know better.
He lined up his shot, held his breath, and a bright green bolt hit squarely in the young man's back. Though the rain muted most of the sound, the sparks of blaster fire were unmistakable. The man collapsed to the floor; the other four ran for their lives. The rain and thick walls had kept the deed secret from the three new members of the Vanguard.
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Post by Ayeniner on Dec 3, 2022 5:02:45 GMT -8
It was his first kill.
No. Call it what it is, Jensen. Murder.
He no longer felt the rain; his body had turned numb from the inside out. This, ultimately, was what peace and security required. Sacrifice. Jensen took a moment to put himself together, clicked his heels and walked back into the abandoned cantina. The three remaining audience members had begun talking to each other.
"Ah, it's a bit wet out there," he said and smiled. "Welcome, you three, to the Vanguard."
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Post by Ayeniner on Dec 3, 2022 6:29:15 GMT -8
Two women and one man. Motti ferried cargo between Adumar's two biggest cities in a large atmospheric hauler. Her friend Chall was a computer technician for a minor spaceport. The man, Kin, was a washed-out local security contractor. It wasn't the best, but Jensen would show them the imperial way. "Take these," he said as he passed out comlinks. "Hide them; keep them safe. Tell no-one. Use them in emergencies if you have to; this is how I will reach you."
Motti turned hers around in her rough hands. "What now?"
Jensen stood up straight. "Return to your homes, your jobs and your duties. Now that we have a team, we can begin building our movement. I will be in contact very soon."
Motti and Chall pulled up their hoods and stepped out into the atrocious weather. Jensen hoped against hope that the visibility would keep them from seeing the body.
"Do you want me to get rid of it?" Kin's voice was quiet and gruff. Jensen looked at him, eyebrows raised.
"Rid of what?"
"The body."
Jensen kept his face under tight control, but his mind was whirring. It appeared Kin was more than he seemed. He waited a moment before answering. "So ordered. Dispose of it - with honour, please. The boy died for our cause."
The wiry man stomped out into the rain. Jensen watched him go, his stomach full of knots at what he had begun.
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Post by Ayeniner on Dec 3, 2022 10:56:38 GMT -8
It was obvious what needed to happen next, but making it obvious didn't make it easy. They needed a base of operations; a home for the fledgling movement. Jensen didn't like the idea of a home that was rooted into the ground, and so his mind began wandering to mobile homes. The flying kind.
His family's wealth had given him an excellent education and he recognised the more popular ships in the sky of Adumar, however they were only four. The Vanguard didn't have the ability to command a capital ship - not yet, anyway. That narrowed his choices down to freighters and shuttles.
It just so happened that he knew one of the more niche missile fabricators used a contactor to deliver parts and raw materials, and these contractors often used Zeta Heavy Cargo Shuttles. Jensen knew he liked the idea as soon as it formed in his head - it felt right; small enough for them to pilot as four, but big enough for expansion. Imperial-looking, too. Perfect.
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Post by Ayeniner on Dec 4, 2022 8:45:25 GMT -8
Chall felt like she had two personalities; the one she presented to her friends and family, and her new one that she only thought about when she was alone. She was alone in her apartment now, so she considered her new 'self'. Her Vangard self, the one that she didn't recognise - but the one that felt more 'her' than Chall had ever known.
She kept the comlink given to her by Captain Lorgo - she didn't know if he was a captain, but that was how she thought of him in her mind - close by. The waiting for a message, or a sign, had become excruciating. It made the moment absolutely worth while, however, when the small cylinder *beeped* and began vibrating. she almost dropped it.
Chall? Come in, Chall.
Chall placed the speaker by her mouth. "I'm here, sir."
I have a task for you. Keth Mali Missiles are due a shipment in three days' time at Cartann spaceport. Can you arrange for their assigned berth to be transferred to our local spaceport?
She blinked. Of course she could; it would be relatively easy. Hiding her tracks would be the hard part. "Consider it done, sir."
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Post by Ayeniner on Dec 5, 2022 11:19:51 GMT -8
Motti wanted more than anything to share her new secret with her life partner, Prin, but Jensen's orders were clear. Tell no-one. She found it relatively easy to go back to normal life while she awaited her instructions; a cargo hauler was often alone with their thoughts for long periods of time. This wasn't any different, really.
But, thankfully, the comlink buzzed. She had to wait a few seconds while she got out of earshot of Prin.
"Yes?"
Motti. There will be a Zeta Cargo Shuttle arriving at our local spaceport in just over two days' time. Can you pilot it?
Motti blinked. She had never flown one in real life, but cargo haulers with her tenure had run simulations on most of the more commonly-used shuttles. "I can," she whispered.
Good. Rendezvous at the market in two days, at noon. Further instructions will be given then. Lorgo out.
Motti couldn't help but smile. Her first mission! "Motti, out."
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Post by Ayeniner on Dec 7, 2022 11:10:47 GMT -8
The market was busy. Kin walked slowly from stall to stall, pretending - sometimes not - to be interested in goods for sale. Lorgo had said for them all to meet in the market at noon. He didn't say exactly where, but that was to be expected. They were going to steal a starship after all.
He had yet to be joined by the two ladies. Kin was never good with names; perhaps they had had second thoughts. Loathe were he to admit it, but stealing an imperial cargo hauler like a Zeta shuttle would be a tall order for just two of them.
He eyed sizzling food before moving on and checked this chronometer. Almost noon...
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