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Post by Darth Obitus on Mar 31, 2014 16:27:23 GMT -8
Chloro seemed to be quite good at extracting information from those unwilling to give it. Vyzlor liked this quality, and also her current willingness to take orders. He must remember to reward her later, maybe get her a nice new "toy". The Sith was looking through a report on the merc guard and the registered address the prison records had on him. He would have to send someone to investigate that building. This was when their uninvited guest entered.
The strange female re-posed her questions from earlier only now she was being the rude one, barging in uninvited. The Sith Lord put down his datapad and stood from his chair. He walked over to the Vong and began to circle her. He had never met a member of her species but since their last meeting he had glanced over a holonet article regarding them. He noticed this one had tried to hide her appearance, he was not sure why and she was now without her guards, excellent.
"My dear, you may not like them but the answers have not changed in the short time since we last spoke. I also see no reason to change my statement considering your current, rude, intrusion."
Vyzlor had now finished pacing completely around the Vong and was now standing back in front of her.
"However, I helped orchestrate that little prison riot and had planned to recruit a few of the escapees. In this regard you have done me a dis-service. I require you and your guards to go to this address." He handed over his datapad to the female shaper, the page was open on Sa'kage's registered home address on the planet. "You will search the residence and bring me all the personal possessions of the former occupier. If you do not I will make life very difficult for you on Dromund Kaas. If you carry out my wish, you will have done a great service to the next leader of this world and I will sort out your hunting permit and get a local guide to assist you. Do you accept my terms?"
Vyzlor's voice was steady and firm despite the croak his old age lent to it. He was staring into the eyes of the Vong, hoping to gauge her reaction to his offer. An initial reaction was usually a good indicator of whether an individual would carry out the task or try and betray Vyzlor. He had only been wrong once before.
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Post by Chloro on Apr 1, 2014 6:31:11 GMT -8
What was the difference between the doctor between Chloro's fingers and Vyzlor? That was answer which Vyzlor would need to figure out soon. Chloro had lived her whole life with temperamental things. By the time she heard the Vong outside the door, she usually would have been out the window or bringing the building down. Or both. Sometimes those that had come looking for her were enemies. Sometimes her employers. She squinted as she tried remember the difference. Currently, Vyzlor, Emperor Curt the Red, held the ever changing and risky seat of employer which made the person who boldly entered the apartment a reason for concern.
But fear not, it was only Ms Scarface coming to address the pinch in her crab armour with tone that belied her intentions not to "start a war". What was wrong with her? Why not start a war? That grabbed Chloro's goat. With infinite reluctance, she lowered her left-hand gauntlet and let the liquid drip harmlessly to the carpet.
Then she nearly fed her fingers to herself. Her fearless leader was asking a favour?
Yes, that was Chloro in her glory, petite among average human, currently sporting oven-mitten-sized gauntlets and matching oversized boots. Still dressed in her orange prison overalls, she was still covered in plaster from her prison break and looked perfectly comfortable with that. Seventy-two shiny white teeth, black eyepatch running over her eye and network of burns and scars completing the living mannequin of a rebel without a cause in C#. Or C4?
Chloro was about to commit an act of war.
Walking over to Nimarra, she rested her left gauntlet on her shoulder and let her right hang loose.
"I don't think he's asking as much as he's telling you."
Welcome to the new Dromund Kaas.
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Post by Vongoria on Apr 1, 2014 11:31:11 GMT -8
The female known to her subordinates as 'Vongoria' stared directly back at the red skinned male, her lips curving in to a smile and laughed a soft musical laughter that somehow just didn't seem to fit her appearance. She didn't glance at the other female who came and placed her hand upon herself, but her amphistaff hissed loudly, baring large fangs at the woman who dared approached its bonded partner.
"If they are worth recruiting, pay for their release when you have control of the planet. Or you could simply break them out...as you clearly did this female." She gestured at Chloro softly. Vongoria may not be the smartest sentient species in the galaxy but she wasn't slow nor stupid. The male told of how he started the riot, how he wished to recruit some of them and here was a female wearing a prison uniform. Clearly she was a recruited individual from that same said prison. Speaking of that female...
Her eyes moved from the male to the female whom touched her and stared in her eyes. "If you don't remove your hand from me, you will not get it back. Is that clear?"
She smiled warmly, almost cheerfully as her amphistaff instantly went hard, assuming its staff like look ready to be used to slice the female's appendage off, it's own unique physiology emitting the unique energy just above its skin that allowed it to cut through almost anything in the universe and even match the weapons of the users of that magical energy in direct combat.
Once the appendage was removed from her embodiment, she reached in to a small pouch like creature on her side and pulled out a villip. It was a specialized villip, and as she stroked it the fleshy bulb opened and took the form of her face. All the villips that her warriors carried on the planet vibrated, and where taken out of similar pouch creatures and opened to reveal their leader's face before them. She opened her mouth, choosing her words carefully. She still didn't know if these two where trustworthy.
"Warriors...somebody wishes us to check out a certain apartment complex. He seems to think somebody of importance is there. Please precede to this address and if the male is there...detain him. If he is not, bring anything that is in the apartment to my last know location. Use extreme caution..." She used their code letting them know that there could possibly be ambush of unknown origins awaiting them. Knowing her warriors would obey with out question and complete their assignment, she stroked her villip and it folded up and she replaced it inside her pocket.
"There...you will have what you want with no problems sir. However, I would advise the both of you threatening me would not be a wise idea. I have several ships in orbit, along with many more warriors inside them. A simple order, or my silence for more then two hours and they can lay waste to this planet and they will. The single ship...a star destroyer as you commonly call them I believe, would not be a match for all of them. So please...save your threats of violence against myself or any of my company. They mean nothing."
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Post by Darth Obitus on Apr 2, 2014 9:43:42 GMT -8
A smirk crept across Vyzlor's red face as the Yuuzhan Vong ordered her guards the carry out his orders. He was very interested in what she said, she commanded a fleet of Vong ships. Vyzlor had not read much about the species but he had read that their ships were very impressive. He also gleaned that there was a Star Destroyer in orbit, the female hinted at the fact, he was curious.
"So, there's a Star Destroyer in orbit is there?"
Knowledge of new technology was the first thing Vyzlor had studied after he had taken control of the ship that found him. Starships were his first priority and reading of the modern day Star Destroyers, Vyzlor had been impressed. He would still require someone to command his space forces, once they had been built and this ship in orbit provided an opportunity. The Sith paced away from the two females and then spun on his heels to address Chloro.
"Chloro, I need you to get me someone from the planets space traffic control centre, as senior a person as you can find. Bring them here alive and you'll like the bit after that." He then turned his attention to the Yuuzhan Vong, staring deep within her alein eyes. "I will threaten who I like and in the manner I choose. Whether I carry out that threat is ultimately up to me but the reaction to a threat tells me a lot about a person. For example, your reaction to my threat means that I like you and as soon as this little situation is over I will make sure you are able to hunt as much as you like on the planet. The Captain of the Star Destroyer in orbit will tell me even more about him. One more thing, what is your name?"
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Post by Tysabaar on Apr 6, 2014 2:00:19 GMT -8
The shuttle traveling from the Star Destroyer, The Vanguard, landed smoothly at a docking bay in Kaas City. The sith that exited the craft was not going to stay around while Captain Mardottes troops received his guests. There had to be some sort of importance to this planet if the good captain had traveled here. For now Tysabaar would just observe. Much could be learned of a city and its happenings by just watching it's inhabitants keeping an ear open to any the news spread by word of mouth.
Dressed mainly in black and wearing his mask, Tysabaar did not really qualify as looking inconspicuous, yet he did not mind attracting attention. Its is sometimes good to be noticed.
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Post by Darth Obitus on Apr 6, 2014 7:30:28 GMT -8
Kylath was snooping around the spaceport on the orders of his masters. The Bothan criminal was used to staking out banks and other high value targets for gangs to hit later. He was an expert on security systems and patterns and was now looking for anything out of the ordinary arriving on the planet. His suspicions had been tipped off by the arrival of a military transport shuttle landing in the spaceport. There had not been much official military activity since the battle with the Mandalorians wiped out the conventional military of the planet.
The Bothan moved stealthily into a position overlooking the landing site and observed the activity. A lone, cloaked figure emerged and began to walk away from the ship as a small number of troops emerged. The soldiers seemed to take up defensive positions around the ship as the cloaked being continued to walk away. Kylath reported the landing and the troops and began to follow the cloaked figure, staying a good distance back and on a different level from his prey.
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Post by Tysabaar on Apr 6, 2014 14:51:09 GMT -8
Knowing he would be spending a relatively extensive time in Kaas City, the Sith first went in search of lodgings. Making his way to a slightly quieter part of the city, Tysabaar began to feel as if someone had noticed his presence and was focusing specifically on him. It is not difficult to realize that one is being followed. It was a feeling of almost self consciousness, something also enhanced by wielding the force.
Although not knowing who or where his follower was, the Sith decided to carry on towards the nearest hotel. Already having caught attention was a good thing. It meant that he would achieve his goals much quicker than planned. Realizing that there was no current need to waste time on finding his stalker, he moved on unperturbed. Upon coming to a door well worn by excessive use, the Sith stepped inside. The room was dark with a small luminescent object hanging above a half sober man behind a counter.
"A room with a view. I will be staying a while, I will pay when I leave."
The man slurred something about there only being one type of room, that being one with a bed, then handed Tysabaar an access card and collapsed back into his chair. A stairway led to the second floor which had a hallway with about 10 doors. The first of which led to Tysabaar room. The room smelled slightly and was in complete disorder. It did not matter however, the Sith was not here for a comfortable stay.
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Post by Chloro on Apr 7, 2014 7:25:04 GMT -8
Chloro's thug face cracked as Vongoria threatened to cut off her hand. If she could, she was welcome to do so. She had found it impossible to remove the gauntlets. It was an odd mixture of Sith Alchemy and her own psyology that made them really robust. She was sure that if she was ever caught in one of her own explosives, all that would be left is gloves and boots. Well, Vongoria was alright, as far as Chloro thought as she removed her appendage from her embodiment. Emperor Redskin the Wrinkle evidently thought the same. Chloro paused. Were they hazing the fresh meat? More orders. Lovely.
"Yes, guv'ner."
Nodding to the Vong, she left the room and went to fetch a traffic controller, just like the doctor. What happened to the doctor? He probably found a window to escape through. Pity about the explosive collar. Anyway, the traffic controller seemed to be more co-operative and lent Chloro the traffic logs as well as hailing channel for the destroyer. She packed them and took them to Vyzlor.
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Post by Darth Obitus on Apr 10, 2014 22:43:49 GMT -8
Vyzlor was sitting in a chair quietly reading a few reports he had been sent by his informants. It was only a matter of time until they turned up something good or the Vong would return with something of value. He flicked to the next report and began reading, very similar to the last one and nothing really special or attention grabbing. His eyes lazily scanned the words and he was about to dismiss the whole thing when he had a strange feeling. It was a feeling he had not had in a long time, the feeling of a threat to him and what he was trying to create. His finger hovered over the dismiss button on the datapad however he moved it at the last second to send a reply instead.
He had just sent the quick reply when Chloro entered with what was hopefully something useful. She was not carrying another being so the Sith concluded that she had already had some fun with her victim and information was forthcoming. He glanced around to see if the Vong was still in the room before addressing what was currently his most valuable servant.
"What have you got for me?"
Meanwhile, Kylath had just felt the ping and vibration of his commlink in his pocket, he had received new orders. The Bothan had remained in watch of the building Tysabaar had entered with the intention of following him if he left. However that had all changed now, the message on his commlink read as follows.
RE: Report 15780.
V: Am interested in subject.
V: Retrieve.
V: Out.
The Bothan knew what he had to do and he got up from the table he was sitting in. The cafe across the street from the residential building had been his cover since he arrived but now he broke that cover. He strode purposefully through the main entrance of the residential building and stopped right in front of the main desk. He was unimpressed by the attendants alertness, or rather lack of it. He slammed his fist on the desk to rouse him.
"The masked man who entered earlier, which room is he in!?"
The forcefully asked question and the manner of the attendants rude awakening garnered an answer quickly. The Bothan's intimidating physique also helped and soon he was walking towards the room in question. Kylath had been briefed at the beginning of his mission what was meant when he was sent a "Retrieve" message but this was the first time he had been ordered to actuaklly do it. The powerful Bothan kicked the door to Tysabaar's room in and stepped over the threshold. There he stood, ready for anything, eyes scanning the room for his subject. As soon as he made eye contact he would say.
"There's someone who would like to meet you, follow me!"
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Post by Tysabaar on Apr 12, 2014 6:34:06 GMT -8
Tysabaar was looking out the window when he heard footsteps coming up to the second floor. He was certain that it was his follower. The door was kicked open by the person in question, but the sith did not turn. Instead he waited. It was not without result, as almost immediately the intruder shot a question at him. Now he turned, slowly analyzing the man. It was a Bothan of large build, something that might intimidate a lot of people, yet he was not bothered.
"I think we could have started our conversation off much better if you had knocked.Tysabaar advanced slowly towards the Bothan. You cannot just come barging into my room and make certain demands. My dear friend, please tell me why you were following me and then so rudely intruded. Who wants to see me? Why does the person in question want to see me and why does it your most impolite intrusion? You see, there are many things to consider before one just follows a random stranger. There are dangers, you see." The sith smiled under his mask. This was an interesting turn of events. He would most certainly go see this 'someone', but first he had to get a grasp on who he was and what he wanted.
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Post by Vongoria on Apr 12, 2014 11:01:05 GMT -8
The female Yuuzhan Vong had been following Bothan spy herself. Although she wasn't trying to stay stealthy away from him, she was interested in the male that the red skinned male was interested with. Her six elite warriors where out investigating other things at the moment upon her orders, and she had returned to her yorik-stroma and several items she felt she would need while upon the planet before sending the transport ship back up to her ships. She had noticed the Bothan spy, and had followed him herself upon the ground. After several turns and movements, she had noted who the Bothan was following and turned her concentration upon the strange masked male instead. If he was the target, then the Bothan would follow him. She couldn't go wrong this way. Following the male to the very hotel that she had left not so recently ago. Now wasn't that just an amusing coincidence? Maybe there was something to this whole mystical thing that the users called "The Force".
She paused, allowing the preoccupied Bothan to enter the hotel first and she slipped in behind the fur encased male. She smiled to herself, catching sight of his backside disappearing up the stairs. She pressed a finger to her lips as she passed the attendant who had rudely been awakened and winked, then moved up the stairs herself. She listened closely, hearing a loud bang and the voices coming from down the hallway which told her where the two had gone to. She made her way down the hallway and stopped just before the doorway listening to the stranger speak. Although the first had surely been rude, inappropriate and rough as evidenced by the broken door jab she could clearly see she felt it wise to back up her own interests which currently lay upon the red skinned male who the furred one also worked for apparently, though she honestly had no clue as to that. He could actually be working for another, however she simply just didn't believe that. So the female stepped past the doorway and stood behind the Bothan spy. Her amphistaff was in her hand and in it's long staff like configuration, ready to be used as weapon if she needed to and this stranger decided to attack. She spoke behind the Bothan softly.
"Oh, I'm quite certain that he can come barging inside this room and make demands. Doesn't necessarily makes it right and proper, but it doesn't change the fact that he can and has done it. Perhaps, you should mind your own advice just a little more." She leaned lightly against the wall, her specially made Vonduun crab armor covering her form, her amphistaff held with in her hand as she leaned against the door jab, her skull like face looking upon the male with a knowing smile. If he would make any move against the Bothan spy, she herself would be there to protect the stupid male who had brought almost no protection against the male before them.
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Post by Tysabaar on Apr 13, 2014 6:30:08 GMT -8
Before the Bothan answered another person entered the room, a Yuuzhan Vong. By now Tysabaar had become quite familiar with the creatures that Captain Mardotte had associated himself with and relied on so much for his military success.
"Oh, look this has become a group meeting! I didn't know I was this popular!"The sith said sarcastically."I am sorry, but judging by your intervention into this conversation, you have been listening in. Then my question stands, who is it that wants to see me, why does he want to see me and where is he?"
Tysabaar moved towards the Vong now, losing interest in the spy. By now he had started to respect the Vong more for their military talents and skills. Whether the one in front of him was worthy of this respect would have to be seen.
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Post by Darth Obitus on Apr 13, 2014 9:15:10 GMT -8
Kylath smiled as Nimarra entered the room. He was aware he had been followed and in fact it had become part of his plan for the retrieval. He stood, not responding to Tysabaar's questions and letting the Vong say her piece. The Sith then turned his attention away from Kylath and he had his opportunity.
"Your escort has arrived!"
He said calmly before activating his stealth belt. He completely disappeared from view and silently left the room. As was the way with Bothans, Kylath left the area swiftly and didn't deactivate his stealth belt until he was back in his safe-house, he had never been followed this way.
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Post by Zik Kine on Apr 15, 2014 10:24:44 GMT -8
*Cantina after cantina, no one was talking about anything other then the riot at the prison. An unfortunate turn of events for eager information gathering. Zik had to be careful however, as tipping off any force users on the former home world of the Sith could prove fatal. He slipped off the streets and into a store, moving between racks silently while absent mindedly flipping through clothes.
With usual spots to gather info all a flutter from events on the planet, Zik would have to be a bit more bold. Approach and information broker, or try a museum, both having there down sides. The museum was his safest bet, but the likelihood of getting what he needed there was slim. And the info broker would probably know what he needed, but the risk was him turning to authorities before Zik could retrieve the journal.
Just as an employee was about to approach Zik about needing help, he nabbed something off the rack and just walked up front to pay and leave.*
=Cashier=
"Special lady, huh?"
Hmm? *In his effort to keep away from people asking questions, the disguised echani hadn't realized he grabbed a dress from the rack.* Oh! Yes, she is. I spent all day looking through stores to find a dress that would compliment her blue tones...
*The cashier giggled and finished ringing him out before he was back out on the street again, making his way towards the business district in search of an information broker.*
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Post by Vongoria on Apr 15, 2014 20:13:11 GMT -8
The female Vong in her strange red Vonduun Crab armor moved her amphistaff from right hand to left, and she smiled shaking her head. "I would stop right there sir." She said softly, her eyes narrowing at the man. With her amphistaff in hand, in its hardened state she was ready for the male to attack if he should. She also had plenty of other weapons hidden about her body and form incase she should need them. "As to your question, it isn't my place to say, but his. So..."
She stepped out of the way of the door, using her staff to push herself instead of the hand so she didn't need to relax at all. She gestured out the door way with her free master shaper's eight tentacled hand. "He is waiting for you. Left....four doors down. Knock thrice or you will not survive opening the door." She said it with a playful smile, showing she wasn't threatening but was deadly serious.
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Through out the city, a city wide invasion had begun. It wasn't a visible invasion, but an invisible and even more dangerous invasion. Each information broker had been found, and every single one had been....persuaded by various means to begin the relay of any and all intelligence and information through Vongoria's agents to herself. Persuasions had been varying, from simple bribes and threats, to the removal of appendages and the murder of families. One information broker had I be removed completely and through her database the entire a system had been converted from the electronically and technological to the organic qang qahsa of Vongoria's fleet.
Sitting in the place of the information broker was a Yuuzhan Vong, a female Yuuzhan Vong disguised as an attractive human female with the help of an ooglith masquer. She was working on transferring all the data from this specific terminal biot comparable information so that it would be acceptable to her leader and mistress, Vongoria.
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Post by Tysabaar on Apr 21, 2014 14:35:23 GMT -8
Listening to the Vong, Tysabaar smirked. She obviously was not completely certain how he would react to her entrance and unwillingness to answer his questions. Her stance showed she was prepared to defend if he would decide to attack. He did not doubt her fighting capabilities, yet he knew that the force, when used most skillfully was almost unstoppable. Deciding not to take unnecessary hostile action, the Sith just moved past the Vong, through the door.
"I have to admit that I am slightly disappointed that you cannot tell me more, yet what can one expect of a mere tool. I shall proceed as you have advised, though isn't it ironic that I have come in such close proximity of the one looking for me, an yet you had to come fetch me."
Not waiting for a reply, he walked off down the corridor and approached the specified door. Knocking three times on the door, the Sith's gauntlets gave off the usual metallic sound as they made contact with the wooden surface. Without further hesitation he pushed on the handle and stepped inside the room.
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Post by Darth Obitus on Apr 23, 2014 9:18:50 GMT -8
Vyzlor was arranging for a message to be sent to the Star Destroyer in orbit as he heard a knock at the door. He felt the presence of the being beyond the threshold before the door opened and he smiled a wicked smile that only his ancient face could. He decided to hold off on the message to the orbital threat and concentrate on the situation at hand. The Sith Lord could feel the strong and potent Force power of Tysabaar and must take the opportunity to bring him into the fold.
Just after Tysabaar entered the living area of the small apartment that Vyzlor was operating from the diminutive Sith Lord hobbled from the next room. The living area was simple and devoid of anything incriminating, the front for his "other" dealings. The room he had just left was full of computer banks and high-tech communication equipment. His large, yellow eyes looked over his newest guest as he slowly walked to a chair positioned on one corner of the room, almost opposite the door. Once seated comfortably the Sith made a small gesture with his right hand and the door closed behind Tysabaar.
"Do you have any idea why I have summoned you?"
He asked mysteriously in his crackling voice, presuming some for-knowledge that was clearly not there.
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Post by Chloro on Apr 24, 2014 19:49:45 GMT -8
Kaas City Business StreetsAs Zik Kine walked toward the business district, a woman wearing a drab business grey suit fell into step alongside him. Oh, what a pleasant surprise it is to see you here Mr Eames...There was another surprise as she realised that the tall, white-haired man wasn't Mr Eames. My apologies, Mr Kine. She scuttled back into crowd and into one of the highrises, her black hair waving behind her.
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Post by Tysabaar on Apr 28, 2014 6:44:22 GMT -8
The sith carelessly moved away from the door."It's rather funny you should ask. Neither of your two pets whom you sent to fetch me knew or wanted to divulge the secret."Tysabaar smirked."You are obviously no stranger to the force. I feel it surging through this room. You are powerful, more powerful than anyone I have met for a long time. You are not just in search of thugs, as would a mere criminal lord, trying to gain power in a city. No, you have a greater goal, one that I cannot help but feel coincides with mine."
He paused, observing the being on the opposite side of the room. He was still not sure who or what he was but he would find out. He was curious how this meeting would affect his immediate plans for the future.
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Post by Darth Obitus on May 22, 2014 2:19:21 GMT -8
Vyzlor chuckled at the use of the word “pet”. He had not used that word when referring to someone under his command in a very long time. He somehow knew how long it had been, even though he had been frozen in carbonite. Quite a strange thought indeed.
“And what goal is that exactly?”
He asked to keep up appearances. He wanted to the one asking the questions and for Tysabaar to be the one talking. In a first meeting it is important to extract as much information as possible, you never know if you’ll ever meet that person again!
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