Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 25, 2016 5:25:51 GMT -8
*A Comm. Officer speaks up*
"Admiral we have three ships coming in."
*Scratching his beard*
-Admiral of the Fleet Ó Miadhacháin-
"hummm.... Fire!!!!!"
*A the order guns open up on the flagship and all others join in turning the three ships, and all in them into confetti*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Is minic a bhris beál duine a shrón ~ It is often that a person's mouth broke his nose
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 25, 2016 18:30:25 GMT -8
*The AC/DC song Fire your guns blasts in the background with Admiral screaming along with Brian Johnson's singing. And at every order along the way all gunners within earshot obey. Anything in sight is blasted to pieces. Delivering necessary life sustaining products to Manaan, like whiskey & booze was now being carefully timed. Unfortunately vacationing on Manaan is becoming a risky business. Just in this single outburst of stupidity three ships packed to the rafters are pasted all over a hyperspeed lane. Oh the horror*
-AC/DC & Admiral of the Fleet Ó Miadhacháin-
"Wild beast
I'll make you mine
Taste your kiss
Sweet lips divine
She got moves, drips of sweat
She got eyes of blue, body curves, legs that'll break your nerves
Fire, when she's going down
Fire, then she make you drown
Fire, then she blow you round
Yeah, you want some fun
Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns
That lady bites
Hard style
Drips of sex
Eyes are wild
She got moves
Long long legs
She got eyes of blue, body curves, Legs that'll shake the earth
Fire, when she's going down
Fire, then she make you drown
Fire, then she blow you round
Yeah, you want some fun
Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns
Fire, when she's going down
Fire, then she make you drown
Fire, then she blow you round
Yeah, you want some fun
Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns
Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns, Fire your guns
Fire your guns!
Fire your guns!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
*Observing the carnage left in the wake of the last human tragedy the Officer of the Deck comments to a stunned newbie Petty Officer*
-Officer of the Deck Lookoutt-
"Ain't it beautiful?"
*The Petty Officer jaw at his chest managed to mumble*
-Stunned Stupid-
"Yes Sir"
*Stunned Stupid sucks up the strength & asks*
“Could I take a shot Sir?”
*Staring at the man a stretch the old Admiral replies*
-Admiral of the Fleet Ó Miadhacháin-
“Don’t be ridiculous; you might miss.”
*And the blasting continued unabated*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 26, 2016 23:24:02 GMT -8
*The boys are getting antsy. The blood flows hot, nerves are frayed & all that. A gaggle of lunatics sitting on some of the most sophisticated powerful hardware imaginable. Ouch. Yet another ship trips into Manaan orbit. And the Admiral is kind enough to spare them the horror of getting anywhere near the surface*
-Admiral of the Fleet Ó Miadhacháin-
“Fire!!!!"
*And at that said ship is annihilated as a song blares at an earsplitting volume on all IF ships and is broadcast into orbit*
Gonna raise the voices of the dead battalions
Of those who fell, that the IF might be great
Join in our song, for they still march in spirit with us
And urge us on that we maintain the national state
The streets are still, the final battle has ended
Flushed with the fight, we proudly hail the dawn
See over the streets, the Iron Fists emblem is waving
Triumphant standards of a faction reborn
Blood of our blood, spirit of our spirit
Sprang from that soil, for who's sake they bled
Against the vested powers, false fronts, and massed reaction
We lead the fight for freedom and for bread
Hail the new dawn!
Hail the new dawn!
Hail the new dawn!
Hail the new dawn!
People who we trusted, again have let us down
Condemning men of the IF for fighting for our land
We will fight forever, until the end releases us
We will never submit to a hidden master plan
Hail the new dawn!
Hail the new dawn!
Hail the new dawn!
Hail the new dawn!
Hail!
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 27, 2016 17:43:36 GMT -8
*The IF fleet sat poised a naval wrecking ball in a defensive order guarding the hyperspace lanes into Manna orbit . A hail was broadcast on a open Comm. Link every five minutes*
:: Any ship lacking preauthorized permission to enter was Manaan orbit will be fired on – repeatedly::
*As a song was blasted from the flagship. Some sorry tin can blew past the warning. Admiral of the Fleet Ó Miadhacháin barked out an order*
-Admiral of the Fleet Ó Miadhacháin-
"Fire!!!!!"
*Say goodnight; the offending vessel was blown to pieces to the sound of the beat*
Thunder, thunder, thunder, thunder
I was caught
In the middle of a railroad track
I looked round
And I knew there was no turning back
My mind raced
And I thought what could I do
And I knew
There was no help, no help from you
Sound of the drums
Beating in my heart
The thunder of guns
Tore me apart
You've been
Thunderstruck
Rode down the highway
Broke the limit, we hit the town
Went through to Texas, yeah Texas, and we had some fun
We met some girls
Some dancers who gave a good time
Broke all the rules
Played all the fools
Yeah yeah they, they, they blew our minds
And I was shaking at the knees
Could I come again please
Yeah them ladies were too kind
You've been
Thunderstruck
I was shaking at the knees
Could I come again please
Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck
It's alright, we're doin' fine
It's alright, we're doin' fine, fine, fine
Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah
Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck
Thunderstruck, baby, baby
Thunderstruck, you've been Thunderstruck
Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck
You've been Thunderstruck
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 28, 2016 3:45:10 GMT -8
*2000 Proximity mines are shot out of the IF flag. These form a barrier at the hyperspace lane. Careful warnings are transmitted to all friendlys out there. To the other end the betting line is on as to who & what gets snuffed trying to run the hyperspace lane into Manaan orbit*
An Tiarna's Fleet:
Acclamator III-class x2
Enforcer-class picket cruiser x6
Crusader-class Corvette x3
Ardent-class fast frigate x8
Sentinel-class shuttle x4
Eta-2 Actis interceptor x 1
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Darth Belial
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Post by Darth Belial on Mar 8, 2016 21:00:01 GMT -8
The Liberation of Manaan began, not with the resounding clash of steel, nor the deadly light of las-fire, but with the decanted arrival of an obsidian plated shuttle. The vessel itself was insectoid in appearance, hawk-swept basalt wings folded over a bulbous frame, concealing the shrouded passenger compartment with their malevolent embrace. A flicker of blue trailed after the vessel as it soared through the stars, defying the very rules of established nature as it approached the wistfully spinning planet below. While protocol would've dictated that the Svelte-Class Imperial Shuttle announce it's unexpected arrival to those that held sway over this sapphire bauble, those within the ebony-hewn craft cared little for the laws of man.
Thus, in response to such apparent negligence, dozens of vessels had broken off from their routine patrol routes with the intent of challenging these interlopers. Gloved hands danced across the dashboards of their fighters, as they broadcasted several messages to the shuttle, demanding to know who dared to dispute the Iron Fisted directives of Manaan. After several moments had passed, nothing but silence had answered their inaudible shrieks. That had angered the pilots within their cockpits, and their rage was made apart by the cycling of their vessel's weapons and the audible threats of death broadcasted through the void.
Belial chuckled.
"It always entertains me, when I see mortals clinging to their fragile ideals of order and control." His rough-spun accent purred through the recycled air, charging the very particles themselves with latent potential. "Watch, my children, and see how feeble their facade of dominance truly is."
Raising a solitary cloth bound hand towards the forward viewscreen, the Dark Lord of the Sith felt the gathering of souls swell within his mind. More had come into the fray, seeking blood or glory. It was a shame that they would be denied both, as a mere heartbeat later - Belial's extended talons clenched into a fist. The Force rippled, seeking to deny the one who sought to tip the balance but after a moment of assertion, the power that bonded all life together relented. Telekinetic hands, invisible to the naked eye, snaked out of his clenched fist and instantaneously slammed into the metallic hulls of the arrayed panoply of Starfighter's before the Svelte-class shuttle. The impacts tore into their hulls, venting compressed gases and shattered the cockpits sustaining the lives of those within.
Without a word, the Dark Lord lowered his fist and let it hang at his side. Those who died, the first casualties of this portion of the Purge, passed away with an agonizing slowness as the oxygen within their craft poured out into the void. When they had finally perished, due to their own fragile, mortal existences, the Sith moved towards the front of his craft and ordered his pilot to resume his course with a single nod. It was not longer after the decree had been given that the ebony-hewn shuttle began it's descent towards the water world below.
However, annoyingly, their decline had been halted by the arrival of the remainder of Manaan's orbital defenders. It seemed they didn't appreciate how easily their patrols were eradicated, nor how disgracefully their corpses were arrayed for all to see. It wasn't an honourable death as many believed they deserved, but the Sith - nor Belial himself - cared about such a petty thing as honour. One does not simply bind himself to such a foolish notion unless his desire to die, has become the sole focus of his corporality. As the capital ships had begun positioning themselves directly within the shuttle's projected vector, effectively blocking it from making to the planet without passing through their blockade, a heavy sigh slipped through the Sith Lord's lips.
Wordlessly, the Dark Lord lifted his hand once more - spreading his fingers wide to encompass the void-bound assemblage before him. This time, instead of the flickering soul-lights of those men and women within the starfighters, he felt several gathering pyres soaring through the bespeckled darkness. How interesting. All these lives were still held under the sway of one man, despite how inane his very being had become. Smiling now, Belial reached into the depths of the Aether and clawed at the threads holding true to each and every man aboard those warships, and relished in the sensation of their spirits passing into the sea of souls.
With one hand, he had slain an armada. At that thought alone, the Sith laughed. His laughter continued as the shuttle passed through the listing, and now lifeless warships of the Iron Fists Fleet, finally able to make the descent to the surface - to finish what the Dubh family had started.
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Commodore Pain
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Post by Commodore Pain on Mar 10, 2016 10:55:07 GMT -8
The invasion had become a reality just like they had planned, an age old concept born the moment the IF had been taken on and finally defeated, a formerly feared opponent being slaughtered around them. The most feared force in the galaxy storming every inch of the planets defenses and taking what should have belonged to the Sith People all along..
Blood Chilling screams emanating from inside the orbital defense station as the figurines inside battle quickly to get to the planet beneath, a storm of an array forming against the planets sentient and non sentient beings; Chaos forming on the planet only after it had above. Walking casually down the halls of the station the soldier unknown to many as Commodore Pain makes her way toward the command center while allowing her jet troopers to freely turn their flamethrowers on the enemy units, her death troopers overseeing with the same enthusiasm they get when allowed to torture xeno's.
The Blond Haired Sith adopting a sinister grin as she passed so many of the dead, her mind focused on one mission. Upon her arrival to the command center she sent a force blast at the door knocking it off the hinges and into a couple wouldbe security guards, getting to the controls she quickly shut down the remaining defenses and then turned her weapon on the console severing it from its base with her shield and bashing the rest to ensure it cannot be further accessed.
departing she and her forces quickly returned back to their shuttles to depart for the planet below We got a green light she remarked into her ear piece to an unknown commander, relaying the success of the current situation.
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Delvin Keets
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Post by Delvin Keets on Apr 6, 2017 13:49:19 GMT -8
Into Orbit a lone Carrack Cruiser emerges from deep space. A disembodied voice crackles over the com waves.
Requesting permission to land.
To any ships which would have a visual, the cruiser is an old one, with the faded markings of the Warriors of the Iron Fists. A faint force user signature can be detected onboard for any force users in the area along with something of a sinister taint to those with the ability to sense Sith Magic.
Vic waited patiently. It would not be long, he thought. This moment was long in coming for his master. And he was eager to return to his homeland. His master was just as patient if not more patient. A long life, and years of tutoring under a variety of distinguished masters had made him that way. And yet, it had also wrecked his master. . .
Lord Avidus Dubh sat inside his meditation room sealed off from the rest of the ship by Sith Magic which sealed the door. He was lost in his meditation. Something had told him now was the time to return. He could feel his life was slowly coming to an end. And desired nothing more than to return to the planet and family that had looked after him and placed him on the path he had walked. He coughed spitting blood up. The dreadful mental wound from his first master Lord Mortus had never healed. He briefly smiled. He had particularly enjoyed his time with Lord Mortus. . .But he knew it would not be long now. And so patiently he waited.
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Delvin Keets
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Post by Delvin Keets on Apr 6, 2017 15:46:57 GMT -8
Getting no reply, Vic carefully pilots through the wreckage. Lord Avidus Dubh cannot sense any of the Warriors of the Iron Fists. They appear to have vanished. He smiles slightly. A bittersweet homecoming indeed. He reaches into the depths of his mental state, and finds in the Void his master Lord Mortus. He continues to meditate conversing about all that has occurred since his departing.
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Post by Kaern Stormrunner on Apr 14, 2017 8:21:31 GMT -8
There was a blink in a seemingly unknown part of space near Manaan's orbit, where the YT-2400 dubbed 'Nina' emerged from Hyperspace. Using one of the old smuggler lanes, the ship emerged with little to no notice, as most planetary and orbital monitoring usually focused on major lane entrances and exits. The corellian freighter inched towards the dark side of the planet, noting the eerie lack of military presence- definitely not what Manaan was known for.
At her helm, Kaern looked upon the sapphire world critically. He was silent for a few moments before speaking out loud.
"Looks like my reputation precedes me..."
He looked over at Raven, who was piloting the ship, then at Samson who was copilot.
"Don't let them catch us with our pants down, engage in stealth protocols; bring me as close to Dun na Manaan as you can without getting us noted. I'll take it from there."
He pat Samson on the shoulder, then turned towards the cockpit entrance, walking into the heart of the ship to gear up for the fight that was about to come. He tried to keep calm, but the excitement and fear were hard to hide. This was going to be one of his greatest achievements. Unless he failed, in which case, it was going to be the final nail in his coffin.
Entering his quarters, he closed the door behind him and pulled off his shirt before walking into the bathroom. It was a simple cabin, with a bed, a foot locker and a small bathroom- much less extravagant than some of his older lodgings. He prefered it this way. In the bathroom, he turned on the sink, reaching down with cupped hands to collect some cold water. As his hands filled, he looked up at the mirror. His eyes had rings and slight bags. He did not sleep well in recent years- not since it happened. He splashed water in his face and slapped his cheeks, trying to clear his head. A chill crawled up his spine as he remembered the thought of her delicate fingers, caressing his cheek- a stark contrast to him slapping himself awake. The thought made him close his eyes and think back to a different time. After a few moments, he felt a shift in his mind.
She is gone. Don't dredge up the past. Forward. Always.
He wiped his hands dry, and walked back into his cabinet, towards the foot locker where he gathered his weapons and clothes for the mission. They would be landing soon.
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Raven
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Post by Raven on Apr 14, 2017 8:31:29 GMT -8
It felt like it had been hours since he made their initial jump to hyperspace; the sight of stars stretching and bending around the canopy never failed to bring a smile to his face and yet all of this secrecy seemed to unsettle him. In order to follow the old smuggler routes, Raven was forced to jump in and out of hyperspace lanes, each one more hazardous than the other. Finally though, they reached their final destination. The ocean of bright lights exploded into a maw of unforgiving darkness, as he found himself just a few hundred clicks from Manaan's formal orbit. He slowed the sublight drives to a halt, analyzing the space around him, before looking down at his tech array. No pings or comms. It seems that they had successfully entered Manaan's space unnoticed.
Not that there was anyone to notice them. Raven had been expecting to be greeted by a fleet of angry sithlings or atleast some selkath, yet judging by their scanners, only a few vessels were in the area, and they were all non-military. Odd.
He looked over at Kaern, who muttered some smug, smart ass line. Shaking his head, he began to activate the Nina's stealth protocols, just to be safe. He watched his comm array for a moment, waiting to see if he could pick up any chatter but all signals suggested that the planet was abandoned, at least in a intergalactic government sense. He angled the Nina for a slow approach to prevent scanners from detecting it; given the size of the ship and its stealth protocols, any sensor would assume it to be a meteorite.
He guided it towards the fabled head quarters of the Iron Fist, keeping a watchful eye for surveillance and security features.
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Delvin Keets
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Post by Delvin Keets on Apr 14, 2017 19:27:14 GMT -8
A lone Carrack Crusier emerged from Hyperspace. Delvin had no idea why, but something had guided him here. The pilot swiveled in his captain's chair to face his master
"There is no signs of life Master, at least none worth reporting.
Delvin looked through the window at the wreckage. It must have been a hell of a fight. He knew it was rumored that the Warrior's of the Iron Fist had once ruled this planet. With no signs of the famous group he could not be too careful. He narrowed his eyes.
"I'm going to the surface."
He murmured to himself as he turned on his heel and boarded one of his short range fighters. With a roar he headed to the surface. Concentrating, he reached out through the force trying to sense the presence of others as he piloted towards the surface.
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Post by Lone Wolf on May 4, 2018 20:49:45 GMT -8
Entering orbit a ship passed towards the surface
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Post by Lone Wolf on May 4, 2018 21:12:07 GMT -8
Rising up into orbit a rust box of a ship made way to the nearest hyperspace exit and made the leap
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 8, 2018 17:09:49 GMT -8
Entering orbit the girl noticed little organisation at all. A disconcerting chill rose up her neck at the abject lack of security but this glaring flaw bode her well and the ship made the jump to hyperspace without any unwanted fanfare and was gone
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Affiliation: Oglaigh na Irandoideanne - Warriors of the Iron Fists
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 18, 2018 17:58:37 GMT -8
A crew of Ugor, were lurking in Manaan orbit. One aptly named Jules Rubbish led the crew. Rubbish had made a mint following the path of destruction left in the wake of the IF. Literally, Jules had widely accepted coinage with his ugly mug engraved on it. Under the auspices of An Tiarna he had headed up the IF sanitation company, An Tiarna & Sons, Intergalactic Sanitation, who used the catchy promo, “If we blow it up, we’ll clean it up at half price.”Another one of the many irritating remnants of the IF empire. Manaan space was a shell of its once former glorious self but he still visited frequently. The once high traffic space was sadly void of activity. The explosion was hardly a surprise, considering the place, albeit it had been deathly quiet for quite some time and he mourned the loss, perhaps in a way many simply took for granted, or worse still celebrated. They gathered the waste up quite efficiently. A notable part of the haul was a black chest. Jules snatched it up and wisely stashed the article away. After a long look at the dead space, the ship departed quietly
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 2, 2018 17:46:26 GMT -8
In space the IF fleet sat distant and away from the assault on the planet. No engagement was ordered thus the crew did not leap forward senselessly to respond and remaining evasive for the moment. They did fall into standard defensive positioning.
-Admiral of the FleetÓ Miadhacháin-
'Gentlemen... let us get things organized right fast. I want two things done. First I want a massive explosion… distraction more than destruction. Secondly, we begin evacuation. Contact the surface and be ready and on my call....'
The orders were executed without delay. The ground was hailed. Those wise would know that Ó Miadhacháin had directed every kind of maneuver imaginable and was as ruthless a man as one would ever meet. His staff readied for a tussel. The seasoned old commander was informed that The Outlaw Tech Crew was already on board. He nodded
An Tiarna’s fleet:
Acclamator III-class x2
Enforcer-class picket cruiser x6
Crusader-class Corvette x3
Ardent-class fast frigate x8
Sentinel-class shuttle x4
Eta-2 Actis interceptor x1
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 2, 2018 23:12:06 GMT -8
An order was received and a myriad of transport shuttles exited the ships of the IF fleet and descended to the surface. The Enforcer-class picket cruisers formed a wall defending the shuttles. A safe lane was formed and this covered shuttles descending and returning from the surface
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 3, 2018 12:45:53 GMT -8
Shuttles rose up from the surface carrying material items that were loaded onto ships. The evacuation party was among these and two ships broke off heading for the hyperspace lane. As they moved an Acclamator III-class and two Enforcer-class picket cruisers broke off from the fleet. At a distance of 10km away from the pack they self-detonated. The explosion was magnificent. The remaining ships shielded and prepared for any debris hitting them during the aftershock. Meanwhile to cruisers made the jump to hyperspace
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Michael Collins
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Post by Michael Collins on Jun 3, 2018 14:09:14 GMT -8
A shuttle rose up from the surface and caught the last train out of Dodge. Ships not blown to pieces held a steady fire at all and anything around them. Morrígan and Collins exit marked the last IF presence on the ocean planet |
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