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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2020 12:46:47 GMT -8
Kia crossed her arms as the holo image popped up of the planet. The information was common knowledge stuff, seemingly unimportant, at least to her. But his words kept her focus. What did they discover that was troubling?
That answer came quickly as the next image appeared and he continued. A possible virus outbreak, one that was incredibly dangerous based on what she was seeing. And she was being sent to try and contain it. At first, she wondered why her team was being sent there, though it was still very much something he answered. A fire lit up inside of her at the task given to her, seeing just why he wanted her there. She was all about aiding those who needed it when all others left the innocent to suffer. Just moving in with supplies would have been enough to get her moving, but he was entrusting her with a deeper task, ending the virus and bringing any relevant data back, no doubt to have for future use in generating a cure. Certain more direct than normal, but well within her desires to protect and aid who she could. If this was the case, she would do all within her power to see it eradicated.
That only left a few questions. "What is the current situation on the ground? Will I have contacts in place or should I focus on gathering intel straight from the civilians?"She knew having any contacts in place would more quickly aid her mission, but also knew the more she could work with and aid the civilians, the more trusting they would be and willing provide what information she needed to put all the pieces in place.
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Post by The Elusive Man on May 21, 2020 10:35:17 GMT -8
Taking another drag from his cigarette, before snuffing it out in the ashtray on the armrest, he replied to her questions.
Our intel is sparse at best, unfortunately. Bothawui is surprisingly difficult to monitor, though given the nature of the Bothans themselves, it explains why. We have been unable to gain any contacts on the ground to specifically aid you, however what we have gathered suggests the local populace is more than willing to cooperate. Should you require any assistance outside of your crew, Chief Medical Officer Karin Seymour will be standing by to assist you in whatever medical capacity possible. As for gathering intel, my suggestion would be to focus on the locals. Their insights to the initial outbreak, as well as the nature of the local villages and landscape will be invaluable. And it will allow you to establish a timeline on when the outbreak started and how long we have until this potentially turns ugly. If the situation deteriorates and threatens the entire planet, contact me immediately. Safety of the populace is of the utmost importance, but isolating and locking down the spread of the virus is priority number one. Any further questions?
It was less than ideal, but Kia was highly skilled and extremely resourceful. Even with the lack of intel, she would manage and improvise as needed, of that he was certain.
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2020 12:07:17 GMT -8
Kia listened as the Illusionist provided what little information he could regarding any contacts. Outside of knowing of a virus outbreak, little else could be determined and anything she'd need moving forward would be based on the information gathered from the individuals. For Organization standards, it was rather lacking, though with good reasons as the Illusionists stated. Bothans were great spies unto themselves, making gathering info on them that much more difficult. However, this didn't deter Kia. Having spent many years working off S.O.S signals and gathering further information later, figuring things out would be a problem. With the supplies she was being given to take in aiding the populace, along with her crew, which held a skilled doctor, a couple of engineers, communications officer, a pilot, and a pair of extra hands for grunt work, she figured her team would be more than capable of aiding Bothawui without too much effort.
Having processed the knowledge given to her, she gave a nod. "Understood. I will gather out a couple of the supply ships and we will head out at once." She then waited for a moment to see if there was anything else the Illusionist wished to say before her departure.
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Post by The Elusive Man on May 21, 2020 13:04:35 GMT -8
Nodding, The Illusionist took a sip of his drink, and upon setting the glass down gently, he spoke.
All of the essentials have been gathered already and are loaded for transport. Should the situation deteriorate, quarantine and containment becomes essential. I am already putting teams together and preparing to send them en-mass to enforce quarantine and lock down the planet, though I am hoping with our initial aid combined with your tasks, we won't need to take such drastic measures. Good luck and stay safe. I'll be here to personally debrief you upon your return.
And with that, the image of The Illusionist disappeared, leaving Kia with her assigned tasks.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2020 10:57:38 GMT -8
As the projection ended, Kia turned and left the room. Lifting her commlink, she made the call for her team to make their way to the ship and that they had a top priority mission. She then sent word to two of the Nexus-class Freighters that were prepped with supplies find told them to head out and to meet them just outside the asteroid field for them.
By the time she returned, everyone else was in place a ready to go. Giving the orders to head for Bothawui, the Spectral Prowler lifted off from the landing pads and headed away from the Nexus. Just outside the asteroid field awaiting them were the freighters, to whom she gave the orders of their destination. With their coordinates loaded, the three ships disappeared into hyperspace.
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Post by Supreme Wolfgang on Dec 8, 2020 15:31:01 GMT -8
Having accepted the Illusionist's offer of some well deserved R and R, the remaining pirates of the Firefist group had made their way to the massive asteroid known as Skip Seven. Leaving the larger warships farther out, but still within reach, the crew members that had earned leave and weren't required to stay behind and repair the ships were shuttling down to Port Town. Upon landing, all of the Tof, Zabrak and human members of the crew made their way to Vao's Emporium to enjoy their shore leave. Supreme Wolfgang, however, made his way to the open market, where he was to meet with one of the Illusionist's operatives.
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Post by The Elusive Man on Apr 6, 2021 12:33:00 GMT -8
Port Town continued to prosper as business came and went. Port Town's mayor, a Rodian by the name of Orten Swint. Mayor Swint oversaw all activities that took place within Port Town. All orbital traffic that was permitted to Port Town was constantly given the updated asteroid drift charts to prevent collisions within the asteroid field surrounding Skip Seven.
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Jan 23, 2022 12:09:39 GMT -8
Target secured on board, and the job practically finished, save for delivering the target, Orrick Awaud's M22-T Krayt Gunship landed on the docking pad he had been renting during his stay out in the Run. As the ship settled onto the pad, Orrick rose up from the pilot's seat, checked over his gear, and proceeded to collect his target from the cell. Tethering the prisoner to a rope, he led the prisoner out of the ship and down onto the busy thoroughfare that ran the length of Port Town. At the one end, the road ended at a massive airlock, rumored to be part of a criminal syndicate, and at the opposite end of the road, Vao's Emporium. The one stop shop any merc, bounty hunter, assassin or smuggler needed all the way out here. Tugging on the rope, the prisoner followed Orrick through the streets. Most gave the Mandalorian a wide berth, especially since he was toting a prisoner with him. After a few moments of walking down the crowded thoroughfare, Orrick and his prisoner arrived at Vao's Emporium...
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Post by Henoc Awaud on Jan 28, 2022 19:40:41 GMT -8
Henoc landed the newly acquired NovaSword Space Superiority Fighter,dubbed Talyc Runi(Bloodstained Soul), at the docking pad that he rented while he was out in the Run helping his Vod with bounty hunting. He rose from the pilot's seat and exited the fighter and saw that five of the seven Awaud Mandalorians that were on the Gunship with him where there waiting for him. His cousin Venk Res spoke.
Good to see you, Vod. I take it the fighter handled well enough for you to take it for yourself?
It did indeed, I take it that the others are with the Cin Tracinya?
They are, thought it was best to keep the ship safe while we waited for you here.
Ori'jate, Ret'lini. Henoc paused and then pointed to another Awaud Mandalorian behind Venk, then spoke again. Stay with my new ship, while we meet up with Aliit'alor Awaud, Ner vod.
The Awaud Mandalorian selected to guard Henoc's ship bowed his head briefly before walking over and sitting on a nearby crate, while Henoc and the other left to meet Orrick at Vao's Emporium. While on the way there, Henoc noted how busy the streets of Port Town were. Henoc signaled the other Mandalorians with him and Venk to fan out and keep an eye on things while they waited outside of the Emporium. Henoc and Venk leaned on opposite sides of the door which lead into the storefront side.
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Post by Henoc Awaud on Jan 29, 2022 17:19:14 GMT -8
Orrick smirked at Vao's comment about the bantha. Typical rhetorical humor. Vao was always good for bounties and other types of work. As the first puck was activated and Vao explained the details, Orrick nodded thoughtfully. The Tucker Vol contract was fairly straight forward, though tracking him across Nar Shaddaa could prove difficult, if he were a smart man and when into hiding after stealing from the Cartel. Pretty standard bounty, through and through. As the second puck was activated and Vao becan explaining it, Orrick eyed up the hologram. Nautolan pirate. Probably a leader, by the looks of him. More than likely he had a handful of ships to back him up, which meant the subtle approach was most likely off the table. Were he to accept that particular contract, he'd have to speak to the Clan for some support. Even if Henoc was with him, they'd be hard pressed to slip into a pirate fleet and take out the leader. It would require further discussion, should they decide to take the jobs. The pay out for the Saresh Colgen was hefty, even for a wanted pirate. Though murdering law enforcement officers tended to land one pretty high up on the wanted board. And then there was still the datapad. It wasn't Guild related, so it must have been mercenary work of some kind. And if it was coming straight from Vao himself, it was liable to pay as good as the pirate contract. Bringing his left hand up, he scratched at his stubbled chin. As he placed both hands down on the table, he pinged Henoc from his right vambrace, indicating he wanted him to be present."Certainly have some wealthy clients, Vao. That pirate bounty is especially tempting...however, I'd like to bring Henoc in and see what you've got for mercenary work as well."Vao never had a problem with Orrick bringing in his brother, as Henoc was a skilled hunter and shared Orrick's views on splitting the reward with the rest of the clan. And, Vao never mentioned anything about the stolen property, so he imagined that if it happened to be acquired by a particular pair of Mandalorian brothers, no one would care. Still, he wanted Henoc's opinion on the bounties, and he wanted Henoc present for the explanation of the mercenary work. |
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Feb 1, 2022 19:27:36 GMT -8
The Emporium's storefront doors slid open, allowing Orrick and his brother, Henoc, who was following him, to exit the building. Nodding to Venk, one of Henoc's cousins, as he passed, Orrick raised a hand and swirled one index finger around twice, indicating to any of the other Awauds in the area to pack it in and meet back up at the ships. Orrick's mind was already buzzing with ideas and possible scenarios that could play out, but he remained silent for the trek back to the docked ships. He was sure Henoc was mulling everything over too. So, the two of them walked in silence until they reached Orrick's docked M22-T Krayt Gunship. On a crate alongside the ship, Orrick tossed the bounty pucks, fobs and datapad on top of it, while he disappeared into the interior of his ship for a few seconds, reappearing later with a handheld holoprojector. Placing it in the middle of the crate he was now using as a table, he activated it, removing his helmet in the process. The projector was displaying an image of Ryloth. Once they had more information, such as coordinates to Vao's storehouse, he'd fiddle with the projector. Placing his bucket off to the side, he looked to Henoc, waiting for his brother to speak up.
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Post by Henoc Awaud on Feb 14, 2022 17:10:38 GMT -8
Henoc and the others had followed Orrick back to the landing pad that Orrick had docked his Gunship at, then looked at the holo that Orrick had just placed down and watched as an image of Ryloth had flickered on. Henoc had been thinking about this job since they left the storefront of the Emporium, he carefully collected his thoughts before speaking.
Did the Old man provide some blueprints to his storehouse?
Henoc asked since there were a couple of ways of entering a building like Vao's storehouse. For starters causing a diversion and forcing the Raiders out and ambushing them, or slipping through outside vents on either side of the building and killing the Raiders room by room. They could breach the storehouse with explosives, however that would cause damage to Vao's property and alert the Raiders of their location. However Henoc's go to was to hold off on a plan until he could get a visual on the lay of the land, this usually was done by excessing a maintenance security panel somewhere on the outside of the building, that way he could get an idea of the number of targets and their general location.
Henoc would wait for either an answer from his Vod or for the information to appear on the holo before he suggested anything.
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Feb 14, 2022 20:00:27 GMT -8
Orrick scanned over the datapad as Henoc asked his question. Nodding, he put in the coordinates and transferred all relevant data regarding Jerrak's storehouse to the holo projector. The image changed from an image of Ryloth itself, to the image of an old Imperial Supply Depot that had been refitted as Jerrak's storehouse. Obviously the original design suited his needs as nothing on the blueprints had been changed at all. Surrounded by a permacrete ditch, the depot itself carried three main storage buildings. The two larger buildings to the north were labeled Empty AT-ST Storage Hangars. There was also a motor pool, crewman barracks, officers barracks as well as mess halls for both the enlisted men and the officers. The power plant that supplied the base was located at the southern most point, and there were two guard posts protecting the main entrance from the landing field."Modelled off of Shintel's 4290-1 Imperial Depot...gotta hand it to Vao, he's go a way for repurposing things to suit him. Mission brief says the base is currently secure, though he's expecting the raid in two days. Several nasty customers. Devaronian, four Weequay, about a dozen Nikto...and a couple of Pantorans...not exactly impressive, numbers-wise. But Vao doesn't have any intel on what they'll be bringing with 'em. No intel on where they're comin' from either. All we know is they'd be coming straight in here, if they plan on taking anything from Vao."Explained Orrick, pointing to the entrance point to Vao's little depot. Raiders usually operated on wanting to steal all the valuables first, then trashing the joint afterwards, as a sign of strength and superiority to other rivaling gangs. So, getting to the storehouse would be easy. And, depending on surrounding terrain, perhaps they could ambush them before the raiders ever reached Vao's storehouse? It all depended on what sort of surrounding terrain they were looking at.
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Post by Ty Loms on Feb 22, 2022 23:10:22 GMT -8
A 690 light freighter weaves between the drifting asteroids with ease as it flew toward Skip 7 and finally landed in hangar bay 3. As the boarding ramp lowers the clink clank of foot steps descend to the ground. A worn dufflebag hits the ground next to his weathered boots as the grizzled veteran ignites his torch and lights his cigarra. For just a moment he takes in his surroundings until he was interrupted by a Quarren and His protocol droid.
(speaks Quarrenese
"Greetings, and welcome to Skip Seven and more specifically, Port Town. My master, Quilok the portmaster, requests your docking fee at this time or risk having your ship impounded." The droid translates and holds out its hand to receive payment.
Ty looks at the droid, then the Quarren, then looks both up and down before blowing a puff of smoke at the Quarren. "Talk to the captain, I'm on the manifest." He ashes his cigar into the droid's hand and pushes past them as he slings his bag over his shoulder.
He reaches out with his hand and grabs Ty by the elbow the gets in his face. "Everybody pays."
Ty presses the barrel of his blaster into the ribs of the Quarren, and watches as the color leaves his face and the fear becomes evident in his eyes. "You feel that yeah?" The Quarren nods, "Let go of my arm while I still allow you to draw breath." He releases Ty's arm. "Now take your droid and get the hell outta here. I see you again it'll be your last moment in this life you understand?"
As the Quarren and the droid scurry off Ty holsters his blaster and puffs on his cigarra, until the ship's captain, a Klatooinian named Kor, comes down the ramp.
"What was that all about?"
"Some hustler trying to shake me down for credits, I was about to send them your way until he put his hands on me."
"What?! Why?"
"Your rates are criminal and your ship smells like a wookiee's ass. Feel lucky I'm not taking some of those credits back for ridding you of a problem."
The pilot snarls and grunts and closes the ship as Ty walks off toward the nearest drinking establishment.
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Feb 23, 2022 17:18:42 GMT -8
The tan-furred Bothan, Na'me He're, had been spinning his turbines here in Port Town for the last five hours, waiting on Jerrak Vao to make his "grand appearance" - something regarding Aedon, and what he'd been up to for the last day or so. Na'me figured he needed to at least expect to show up carrying creds to bail the violet-haired mop-head out if he'd gotten into trouble, but Jerrak sounded up-beat, not serious. Na'me just wished that the kriffin' tail-head had enough sense to show his face when he said he was going to.Here he was, kicking an empty can down "Vao Avenue" and--wait...
"--What kinda pretentious prick gets a street named after him in--?"
Na'me suddenly had a revelation...
"Hmm...Gav did put in for the name change for First Street on Skip One to be turned into 'Montrose Boulevard'...guess that answers my question."
Luckily, that name change didn't take.
Na'me was rounding the corner when he saw one of the local Quarren slum lords walking into the spaceport with his protocol droid, looking to shake down more of the newcomers. The Bothan had barely made it twenty yards down the Avenue when he saw the little squid-head scuttling past him, his protocol droid's stubby little legs trying hard to keep up after him. His curiosity was piqued - who was it that was causing him to run off like that?The answer was plain to see, once he recognized the human male walking out of the main bay.
"Kriff it all...Ty Loms."
The statement was said more in reverence than anything. Na'me hadn't seen Ty since the days of the Bloody Aces, and had only heard through the Holonet about the organization's downfall at the hands of some Sith infiltration group. He never heard anything since then, and never knew if Ty or his old friend Dolmin even made it out of that situation alive. So, to have Ty showing up out of the black now, and here, of all places...it was a good sign.Walking back towards the seasoned spacer, Na'me called out to him.
"I think he left a trail of ink down the way, here, so watch your step, Rurrasa..."
The word was Bothese for "funny one", a nickname that Na'me had given Ty while they were deployed together. Hopefully, the grizzled veteran would recall his old friend. If not, at least he got to say the name out loud one last time, to pay homage to the past.
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Post by Ty Loms on Feb 24, 2022 17:25:14 GMT -8
As he reached the entrance of the hangar he noticed an inky substance on the ground that he had accidentally stepped in. "Dank farrik." He grumbled as he stopped to wipe it off on a cleaner part of the floor. It was about then he heard the warning about the inky trail, "Yeah I noticed." He muttered with a whole lot of irritation not bothering to look in the good samaritan's direction.
Rurrasa? He absent mindedly thought to himself shaking his head. It took a second but the realization of what was said and looked up to see the old Bothan standing in front of him. His jaw clinched closed for a moment as he took in the sight of his old friend, the first friendly face he had seen in years. He wanted to hug him, he wanted to reach out to make sure that he was who Ty thought he was, but instead he swallowed and cracked a grin. "You furry bastard. Ain't you a frillin' sight for sore eyes."
The weary soldier was, for once, at a loss for words. The time he had spent alone traveling the galaxy following what leads he could had turned up nothing. None of his men, none of the people left behind by M, the Nexus had disappeared, and he wasn't even able to track down a single person who had destroyed everything he had held dear. Na'me had no idea what seeing a friendly face at the edge of the galaxy had meant to him. Maybe it was pure coincidence, maybe it was that he was finally close to finding his way back to his life, or maybe his old life had found him somehow. It didn't matter really, what really mattered was that at least for this moment he felt hopeful for the first time in years.
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Aedon Gavin Montrose
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Feb 24, 2022 18:27:56 GMT -8
The cantankerous old Bothan seemed to shed decades off his countenance when he saw his old friend go from barely registering who he was, slowly seeing the lights come on upstairs and finally - almost physically-noticeably - ridding himself of the weariness he seemed to carry through the hangar gates with him. Striding over in his usual
cock-sure manner, thumbs hooked in his blaster belt where his trademark Mandalorian heavy blasters - Mira and Luka - sat in their holsters, he gave Ty a good once-over as he stepped to his side, and then suddenly surprised Ty with a feinted jab at his solar plexus before laughing heartily and wrapping him up in a friendly hug.
"Hahaha, Ty! By the goddess, how the kriff are ya, man?!"
The memories that the two grizzled spacer veterans shared came flooding back to him: the raid on the Klatooinian spice mines on Haruun Kal, shaking off the pirates that were trailing them from Ord Mantell all the way to the Core Systems, and when the two of them had to share an abandoned Gundark den for three days on Obroa-Skai after the both of them had been hit with blaster fire by Mandalorian patrols, bent on running the Bloody Aces off-world. They had one medkit to split between them, and Na'me had somehow managed to use his limited knowledge of field medicine to keep them both from suffering a slow, painful death. When they'd finally managed to rendezvous with the rest of the squad and get off-world, Ty decided to gift Na'me with the very blasters he was carrying around his waist today.He pulled back from the hug, clasping Ty by the shoulders and grinning like an idiot at the sight of his old friend.
"Seriously, man! It warms that cold space where my heart's supposed to be just seeing ya!"
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Post by Ty Loms on Mar 22, 2022 14:18:23 GMT -8
The hug was unexpected but welcome, it had been a long time since Ty had felt the embrace of a friend and so after a brief moment of shock he wrapped his arms around his friend, giving him a tight squeeze before they separated. He laughed and said, "Back at you man." his tone was genuine, but there were slight cracks in his voice as he spoke may have gone unnoticed. To Ty this chance encounter meant everything, and it was slightly overwhelming for him in this brief moment. For so long he had been ready to give up his search and retire into a bottle, but there was something in him that just wouldn't let him do that. Now after all this time he finally had a real tangible reason to keep going and all he could do is look at his friend and smile.
After a moment Ty took a deep breath and grabbed his bag, "Whaddya say we grab a drink and catch up? There a decent watering hole around here?" Ty looked Na'me up and down, still in disbelief that he was standing there. The blasters on his hip did catch Ty's eye, for a moment he wondered if they were the same blasters he'd gifted to him, but they were so distinct in design that he knew they were one in the same. "I see you still have Des and Troy." He grinned, and continued, "Those were loaners you know?" He joked.
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Mar 22, 2022 15:29:17 GMT -8
The Bothan's ears twitched as he heard his old friend reply.Na'me realized that the grizzled veteran before him may have finally started to show slight cracks in that shiny veneer that he always used to sport. But, when you'd faced down the darkness like he and Na'me had, it was difficult to hold onto any sort of light in your own life. And the Bothan was certainly no stranger to that sort of darkness, just as much as Ty wasn't.
He winced at the namesakes that the old merc had given the blasters on his hips, and the implication that they were "loaners" was an old joke he'd heard - what was it...?
"...And that makes twenty-three times you've tried to take these guns back from me. You're worse than a Gungan trader! And, ugh...those names! I've been calling them 'Mira' and 'Luka' for over a decade now..." He looks around "I'm s'posed to be meeting an associate at his Emporium, which is just up this street -- which is apparently named after him. They'll either have liquor, or somewhere nearby will..."
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Post by Ty Loms on Mar 31, 2022 18:54:55 GMT -8
Ty grinned when Na'me told him the names of his blasters for what must have been the hundredth time. "That's right, I remember now, don't you call them that 'cause you can't hit the broad side of a freighter? Ty jested. In truth, if that were the case Ty would have never given them to Na'me, they meant too much to him. The custom blasters once belonged to his brother before he died, a gift from Ty the day he received his first set of real beskar armor and when he died Ty took the blasters back, only to find himself in a foxhole years later gifting them to his brother in arms. Even if Na'me ever did try to give them back Ty had already made up his mind that he'd never take them, it was an honor to have his friend carry them and it gave him peace they were in the hands of a good man.
When Na'me told him about his associate with an emporium on a street that was named after him he wondered if this person was someone who had been vetted by the Aces so long ago. "Sounds like a plan, lead the way."
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