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Post by Kel Thelmat on Sept 16, 2013 17:08:42 GMT -8
Kel had just been thinking about getting up to stroll outside when Sam addressed him. He mimed another sip of beer and leaned against the table in Kaytras direction, looking at her arm but not fully seeing it with his mind in thought. After a few seconds he answered the womans question.
Well, if we're talking combat upgrades then the first place to start would probably reinforcing most of the key structural pieces and either increasing the torque or the speed of the servomotors. Getting both might be possible but somewhat difficult. I assume you'd want to keep your cybernetics discrete so that limits the size of any extras that might be installed, but we might could squeeze in a few small sensors and gadgets if you'd like. If we properly insulate the arm we could theoretically allow parts of your hand to become electrified, but that might be a little overkill.
As he mused Kel stroked his beard with his right hand and leaned back into his seat. He moved his goggles to his forehead and rubbed the bridge of his nose it had become a little sore from the constant pressure.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2013 17:34:18 GMT -8
*Kaytra looked at Kel that back to her hands, she flexed her fingers again. Reinforcing her prosthetics wouldn't be a bad idea, it would help more then anything.*
"That's not a bad idea, I hate it when sand and other crap jams them up." *She looked back at Kel.* "We should try to keep them discrete, something no one will see easily."
*She got a distant look on her face as she gazed across the room.*
"None of my cybernetics have been upgraded since I was a kid. That's seems like a long time ago."
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Post by Sylas on Sept 17, 2013 9:56:02 GMT -8
"Let him go, Hadrix." Jonn watched as Aidan Miles left wordlessly. He was poised to move and stop Ali Hadrix from pursuing if necessary. "He just found out his old unit was set up. Let's give him some time. I trust he'll come to the right decision." Jonn sighed. He was going through a serious dilemma. He wasn't sure if he should order another drink or smoke a cigarette. Decisions, decisions. Could he do both, he wondered? It was merely a question of... suddenly he spoke into his comlink. How's it looking out there, Sarge? Sergent He'gai's voice came over, the loud din of the crowd outside the cantina nearly drowning out his voice. Just saw our boy make an exit. Problems? Jonn chuckled. Nothing to get your tentacles in a knot over. The offer's been presented. Now we get comfy. You comfy, Sarge? How's your kind do in the heat anyway? The Quarren, in a rare display of sarcasm replied with, How about you switch to my form and come out here and find out for yourself? Dumbass. Jonn laughed.It almost sounded genuine. |
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Post by Ali Hadrix on Sept 17, 2013 17:31:20 GMT -8
Ali glared death at Sylas as he attempted to rein her in. As he poised himself to stop her from reacting to @aidan's dismissal of them, she realized her hands were clenched into fists and her blood felt like it was boiling. Ali chewed on her bottom lip for a moment while she forced the anger back down and out of her mind. Jonn's explanation of the betrayal Aidan had suffered struck a cord with her, one that helped her sympathize more with the man. He had trust issues and Ali couldn't blame him. Relaxing her hands, Ali glanced over at Jonn, her lips twisted into a snarl. Though she could accept Miles' decision and the reasoning behind it, her anger needed more time than it had been given to truly fade. "C'mon," Ali grunted, jabbing Jonn in the side with her elbow. "Let's get out of here."Making for the entrance of the cantina, Ali took her index finger and thumb between her lips and whistled sharply. Dust blew in from the street outside, curling around Ali's ankles as she left the cantina.
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Post by Kel Thelmat on Sept 22, 2013 14:43:35 GMT -8
Kel shook his head as he watched their target walk through the door. Looks like he had spoken to soon and jinxed the mission. He briefly turned his attention back to Katra.
From what little I understand about cybernetics, most of them don't really require to many upgrades. I mean obviously you'd have to compensate for growth or else the limbs would be freakishly out of proportion, but beyond that most of the time there isn't that much need for changing what already works.
The sharp whistle made him jerk his head slightly in the direction of its origin. When he saw that it had Come from Ali he mimed another swig from his bottle.
Looks like we're done here. I'll hang back for a moment before following ya'll out, see if anyone tries to follow us after our conversation with the former soldier boy.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2013 17:48:56 GMT -8
"Most of the upgrades were more or less to replace damaged parts. Or, like you said, for when I grew. Luckily I didn't really grow much from sixteen on, saved the trouble of having to replace them."
*She glanced over at Ali when she whistled. Kel was right, things didn't go according to plan. She stood up and gave Kel a nod, letting stay behind for a while wasn't a bad idea. Finishing her drink she followed after Ali.*
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Post by Sylas on Sept 23, 2013 7:28:19 GMT -8
Jonn grunted as Ali elbowed him. He grumbled, "Temper, temper." Rubbing his side where she had connected. Jonn sighed as Ali made her way out, whistling for their group to follow suit. Guess that ruled out another drink. He didn't bother comming in to He'gai as Ali's exit would make their next move clear enough. Jonn gave Kel Thelmat a sideways glance as he fell in step behind Kaytra and Ali.
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Post by Way Too Many Characters on Sept 23, 2013 10:39:01 GMT -8
{ At a table, Mos Eisley Cantina – Chalmun’s }
Sam allows himself a small smile as he watches the youngsters talk between them. Kel really comes out of the box when Sam decides to bring him into the conversation. It seems more or less agreed upon that they'll give Kaytra a hand with her prosthetics. He looks at her face, and for a moment Sam's mind drifts back to a few thousand years ago, when his real children were still alive...
Looking at Kaytra, he finally understands something, why he feels such a sense of familiarity to her.
She bears a strong resemblance to his youngest daughter.
When Ali whistles loudly, he nods at Kaytra, silently letting her head out with the rest. He'll follow up last after Kel.
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Post by Ali Hadrix on Oct 1, 2013 11:33:51 GMT -8
Ali stepped out of the cantina and back into the dusty streets of Mos Eisley. She pulled her shawl back onto her bare shoulder where it had slipped down her arm, then looked about and located Sergent He'gai out of the corner of her eye. Speaking at a murmur, she updated him on the situation. Miles looks like a no-go, too much baggage, doesn't want to get wrapped up in the past. Along the peripheral of her vision, Ali saw the Quarren's facial tentacles wriggle slightly in frustration. The weather was already getting to him, drying his skin and eyes, causing the man to close his primary set of transparent lids down over his eyeballs. Ali stalked off at a casual pace along the street's right side, following the road away from the hangar where their ship was docked. Keeping up appearances mattered at times, and Ali was determined to stick with it, so she made her way toward the city's bazaar, no more than a quarter-klik away. Ali decided she'd peruse the ships and sales stands that lined the market streets, in search of nothing in particular, mulling over Miles' words in her mind along the way. What the man had said had pissed her off, the words of a hundred old retirees she'd met in her military career rang inside her head, compounding her anger. Ali's job was to give everything she had, and retirement just seemed like an easy way out. The pale-skinned woman was finding it hard to have any respect for @aidan, past deeds meant nothing to those suffering in the present, after all. Sighing to herself, Ali continued down the road, her team trailing along at their own pace, doing well to remain inconspicuous. Considering the Jensaarai had another mission lined up on the planet, Ali couldn't bring herself to condemn their presence as a total waste of time, though while a large part of her could care less about Miles, a smaller part of her held out hope that he would change his mind and join them. GALSAF needed individuals with the skill and experience of men like Aidan Miles, hell, even Sylas was proving to have his own sort of mettle, tempered as it was by his rampant idiocy and arrogance. Maybe Ali was being too hard on these men, everyone was made just a little different, after all. Ali began wondering how much of a part her Mandalorian upbringing was playing in her judgements of others. "Too harsh" for the average culture barely scratched the surface for any Mando'ad. Speaking into her comlink once more, Ali put out what she hoped would be taken as a friendly order. Go, be free, consider the next couple of hours shore-leave, everyone. Buy each other something pretty. Stick in casual pairs, report in every twenty minutes.Ali sighed quietly to herself again, turning as the road curved and crossing to the left side; the markets were coming into sight by now. Beings of all shapes and sizes began to envelop her as she entered the densely packed bazaar, the languages of a hundred races and cultures were represented in a single moment. Ali hoped to find something for sale that would entertain her for the time being, or perhaps something pretty for Crystaall Sehefadu. For a moment, Ali nearly dismissed the thought, though she knew that while the Jensaarai woman maintained a rough exterior, she could be a real sweetheart. Ali hoped to find something for her that might bring that part of her out in the open.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2013 18:18:14 GMT -8
*Kaytra perked up at the sound of shore-leave. A smile formed on her face as she turned toward Ali.*
::Sweet::
*She was enthused to hear this. In many ways she was still a kid, being less then twenty in fact made her the youngest out of the group by quite a few years. Breaking off from the group, she began to make her way towards the ship part vendors.*
"Buy something for someone?" *She thought to herself.* "Buy what for who?"
*She began to wander amongst the venders and ships. Her mind wandering as she stared at the sights and sounds.*
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Post by Joey Va'Monary on Feb 4, 2014 2:17:49 GMT -8
Joey entered the cantina, hoping to have a few drinks before having to head out again. As she came up to the bar she felt a foot get cought, down she went to a knee. Popping back up, she smiled at the tender. "Cursed boot strings. Can't never stayed tied. "
Adjusting her tool belt and blaster, she ordered a drink that didnt sound to bad and found a place to sit.
Fixing her boot, and throwing back her braids, she managed to relax.
Taking a drink, Joeys face turned sour. After a few seconds she took another. " Ah, one of those drinks that gets better after the the first few tastes."
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Post by Sephar D'cav on Mar 7, 2014 4:29:10 GMT -8
Sephar entered the cantina followed by his entourage of droids. Being glad this was not the type of cantina where everyone stared at you as soon as they noticed your youth, Sephar went and took a seat at the furthest side of the room from the door. Making sure he could still view the entrance from his vantage point, he ordered his droids to leisurely keep themselves busy while he had a drink and took note of where the most interesting conversations where being held.
The droids randomly spread out within the cantina and tried to hold conversations, no matter how restricted they where by their meagerly programed communication skills. All the while they still focused themselves on their primary function: analyzing any threats that maybe found in the room and notifying their commander of it.
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Post by Joey Va'Monary on Mar 7, 2014 11:53:25 GMT -8
*Joey was fixing a tool as she sat, a bottle of oil and her glass of what ever she ordered in front of her.*
*As she worked she more heard the droids walking around, she glanced up and watched one of them, she didn't mean to stare but she was fascinated by its mechanism.
Takeing a drink, she was studying the droid so much, she didn't know she had grabed her bottle of oil instead.*
*Catching herself just as she brought it up she put it back down quickly.*
"Might taste better then my drink." Saying to herself.
*Joey went back to fixing her broken tool, once in a while looking back up at one of the droids.*
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Post by Sephar D'cav on Mar 11, 2014 11:42:18 GMT -8
Being quite disappointed by what he heard in the cantina, Sephar finished his drink and collected all his droids. He decide to leave, as the most exiting stories merely ranged from who had had the most to drink and who was the best petty thief. Reaching the door, Sephar was blinded for a moment as the brilliant sunlight seeped into the dark and dingy cantina. Having recovered, he and his droids stepped outside.
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Post by Atarangi on Jul 13, 2015 14:10:22 GMT -8
Standing at the bar near the back door, with his back to most of the cantina, Atarangi carefully pulled at the top of the plate of armour on his right thigh, lifting it slightly. He slid a single finger under the plate and into the small pouch there. The barkeep that he had just been arguing with, leaned back slightly, eyes narrowed, and reached for something under the bar. At the soft tinkle of a single coin onto the bar, the barkeep returned his hand to the bar's surface, the hidden blaster untouched, and bent to examine the coin.
"What'choo tryin' ta pull boy? Ain't no one coin gonna buy what..."
Under his helmet, Atarangi grinned at the barkeep's face, the eyes widening and the colour draining from his cheeks. The coin disappeared so fast that if the he hadn't seen the barkeep reaching for a small lock-box, Atarangi would have been sure that the man had been the one to grab it. The barkeep bent to place the box back in its secure location, and lifted two large bottles onto the bar as he straightened. Grabbing the bottles with his lower pair of hands, Atarangi visibly nodded his head at the barkeep, and turned towards the alcove where he had chosen to sit. The crowd, normally consisting of the roughest and meanest spacers in the sector, parted effortlessly before him as he crossed the space towards his table. Atarangi barely even noticed - it was a rare being who would dare impede a fully armoured Mandalorian, let alone one large enough to make a Wookiee look short.
Sliding into his chair, Atarangi set the twin bottles on the table and tapped his right thigh-plate, addressing the others seated at the table.
"Only took a single coin."
Vector shook her head slowly. Of course it only took a single coin. She knew that Atarangi kept a small cache of aurodium coins in a pouch under his right thigh-plate, using them for emergencies...or for booze. The smallest, and the youngest, of the three, she leaned back in her chair and pulled off her helmet, running her fingers through her short, black and red hair. Although only fourteen, the shape of her features caused most to assume she was several years older than that. Grabbing a bottle, she spun it slowly on the table, examining the label. It was mostly blank, save for a small makers mark, a name, and a large danger symbol. Seeing the warning, she raised her eyebrow.
"Cortyg brand, pure. And what's this warning label?
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Post by Shiro Altris on Jul 13, 2015 17:46:18 GMT -8
Shiro glanced over at the bar keep as he reached for his hidden weapon as his friend talked to the man. Of course he didn't blame the man for being scared, after all an Annoo-Dat Prime was a very tall very menacing looking species. Let alone the four armed variant of the species. That was of course if the bar keep could even identify what he was currently looking at, armor and all. Shiro was most curious to see if the man was actually stupid enough to pull the hidden weapon. Usually most species were smart enough not to mess with mando's. Their armor was a dead give away to their culture and was for the most part a big "Don't Mess With Me" sign. However when Atar dropped the coin on the table the gun was all but forgotten. Still Shiro kept is hand close to his gun just in case as a Echani his reflexes were second to none honed beyond human standards and trained through sere repetition and hard battle. Though Atar was unlikely to need the help as he was also quick as lightning and strong enough to fight a wookie bare handed and win.
Atar walked back to their table and joked about only needing to use one coin. Shiro smiled under his buy'ce but didn't talk immediately noticing Vector moving and watching her muscle movement noticed she was about to speak and didn't want to interrupt. After her question he answered her and his friend at the same time.
"Its a Wookie made brand of Alcohol, not made for normal people but feel free to try it if you wish to burn your throat out with life experience."
"Only a single coin Ner'vod? I'm sure you could have just demanded and he would have gave it to you."
After a short chuckle he says
"Ke nu'jurkadir sha Mando'ad"
and raises a toast to his fellows at the table, his drink only being one of "hot chocolate" being a fan of sweet drinks more than alcohol.
"Are you sure you should just we walking around with a mini fortune in your armor Vode? Not that anyone can take it from you I'm more considered about you blowing it all"
He laughs lightly again to let his friend know he is joking. His hand still rests near his pistol eying over the crowd looking for their contact and making sure that no trouble arises that was unforeseen.
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Post by Atarangi on Jul 14, 2015 15:43:56 GMT -8
Atar pulled at his helmet with one set of arms while his lower set was busy popping open one of his bottles and poured a small amount into a glass. He raised a glass of the potent liquid to match Shiro's toast.
"Mando'ade; jatnese be te jatnese."
Succeeding at unhooking the plate that ran along the underside of his helmet, to cover the bottom of his muzzle, Atar pulled off his helmet at set it on the table, raising the glass he was holding and taking a drink. He shook his head slightly and grunted as the alcohol made its way down his throat - even for him, it was a strong drink. He cleared his throat roughly before speaking.
"That is a good brew. I could have just taken it, but we're here to relax. No point in starting osik with the barkeep. Besides, you know the deal. Four shares; one for the ship, and one each for us. What I blow my share on is for me to decide."
Atar's tone made it clear to those that knew him that, despite how he would sound to an outside, he wasn't angry.
Vector shook her head and pushed the bottle of Cortyg away, instead slipping a small wrapped package and a flask from a pouch on her belt, and poured a small amount of the liquid within the flask into a glass, raising it to meet the others in the toast. She took a sip of the dark liquid - a watered down version of the Mandalorian ne'tra gal, then bent to unwrapping the package. She smiled and began swinging her legs back and forth under her her chair as she finished uncovering the small slice of uj'alayi that she had saved from the last cake that she had made. Similar to Shiro, she had a bit of a sweet tooth, although in her case her tastes were almost entirely centred on the sweet uj'alayi cake.
Atar made an expression that passed for a smile amongst his species as he watched Vector pick at the cake and sip her drink. It was difficult to get the proper ingredients for true Mandalorian food, but he always made sure there was at least something traditional available. He didn't consider it fair that his past actions should deprive his daughter of knowing proper Mandalorian traditions.
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Post by Shiro Altris on Jul 14, 2015 16:30:33 GMT -8
Shiro just smiles at his friends comment and laughs slightly
"Fair enough, though i think Vector would just buy Uj'alayi cake with her share if it was sold in mass quantity."
Shiro and Atar both watched Vector eat her cake and drink her ne'tra gal. They both loved the child and only wished her the best even if other species or people didn't think so from how they took her into battle. The mandalorian culture was one many species found confusion about. Though if they didn't raise her this way how could she ever go on to the Manda. They merely wanted what was best for the child.
Shiro also liked to keep a flask of ne'tra gal on him the flavor was always different and he loved making it for him and his clan. Though maybe not his clan in name his friend and Vector were more than worthy to be considered a part of it regardless. The mando's had a saying for how he and a reptile with a Firrerreon daughter could be considered family, "Aliit ori'shya tal'din. Family is more than Blood".
Sitting at the table Atar and Shiro both sat with their backs towards the wall with Vector in front of them with her back to the door. The sound of the door opening made Shiro look but and almost instantly his eyes went from calm to deadly serious. For those that knew him this would immediately make a red flag go up. Shiro was the joking type on that never seemed to be serious enough and was always mellow even in the heat of battle. The figure standing in the door didn't look much different than himself in fact. With black madnalorian armor with red highlights many would have mistaken the man as just another mandalorian. That was besides the symbol that was sprayed red on his shoulder. The mark of the "Death Watch" a group of mandalorians with no sense of honor willing to do anything to complete a job or just to be sadistic in general. These mandalorians were hated by other mandalorians and the Death Watch mark had been banned for decades. Walking around with it took either a very stupid mind or balls of steel. This symbol was like asking for another mandalorian to kill you. Shiro was sure Atar would have noticed his reaction as well as likely spotted the man so Shiro was certain is friend as his back and he yelled out to the man in black using his buy'ce to amplify his voice loud enough to drowned out the rest of the bar patrons.
"Well well look at the Hut'unn that just walked into the bar."
Shiro turns is head towards Atar but keeps looking at the man hand ready near his gun watching from his HUD. He speaks as if he is talking to Atar but keeps his voice amplified.
"Kaysh mirsh solus." "
He turns back to face the man to speak again. He knew he would have the mans attention being called a "hut'unn/a coward" in a large cantina would get any mando's attention as there was no worse insult. Of course Shiro had just told Atar out loud that "He's an idiot", or the "His brain cell was lonely" so more than likely not only did he have his attention but the man was likely mad as well.
"Hey Vode don't you know the galaxy has enough demagolka that they don't need Death Watches help to add more. You looking to die di'kut?"
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Post by Atarangi on Jul 14, 2015 17:39:58 GMT -8
Atar caught sight of Shiro's expression as he raised his glass to take another drink. Under that cover, he followed his friends line of sight, and caught sight of the being that had caused the sudden shift in temperament. It frustrated him that there would be this trouble here, now, when they were all trying to get away for a while. Atar reached for his helmet. There was a phrase the Mandalorians used, that applied here; munit tome'tayl, skotah iisa - long memory, short fuse. This man, this Death Watch, was going to die today. He spoke softly to the girl seated across from him, who would not yet have seen the new arrival.
"Ad'ika, buy'ce iviin'yc!"
Young, strong willed, and trained to never back down, Vector often argued with the elder two when they told her what to do. But the tone of Atar's voice, it was a tone she knew, and it wasn't a tone that could be argued with. Indeed, it was one that shouldn't be argued with. The uj cake was snapped up, wrapped, and shoved back in her belt pouch, all in the same motion that she hefted her helmet and slid it back onto her head. She lifted a short, heavy hilt off of her belt, and set the 50 centimetre tube on the table in front of her. Only her jittering fingertips on the tabletop gave away her nerves as she waited.
As he locked his helmet into place, Atar noted that Vector was ready as she could be. The beskar double-sword was a good weapon for her. The longer hilt could give her the leverage she needed to face stronger opponents, and there were few firearms that were light enough for her to easily carry and use that also had the needed punch. Atar didn't bother checking Shiro as the Annoo-dat set his bottles on the floor next to the wall, and stood, sliding past Vector. Even if the other Mandalorian somehow wasn't ready, Atar knew he would be by the time the fighting started.
To his credit, the Death Watch didn't back down when he saw Atar. The arrogance he saw in the stance was all Atar needed to set him off. With a roar, he launched himself towards to man standing there. He didn't even register the other bar patron scattering, assuming it was because of his reckless charge. The blaster bolt that ricocheted off his helmet brought his attention to the real reason - a full dozen other Death Watch members, who had been seated on the other side of the cantina, all of whom were now on their feet, armed. Atar grunted and twisted to avoid a second shot as he closed to within reach of the first Death Watch member.
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Post by Shiro Altris on Jul 17, 2015 13:12:34 GMT -8
Without looking away from the Death watch member Shiro watched Vector get ready for combat. It didn't take Shiro long to pull his Verpine pistolfree from its holster under the table as Vector and Atar got ready. Shiro just sat with the gun under the table he had pulled it out with as little motions as possible and under the table hidden from view. The mag currently had normal rounds and Shiro cursed under his breath because normal rounds wouldn't do much against beskar if the man was wearing true mandalorian iron. He would need a distraction in or to switch out the mag as well as stand to draw the other pistol.
Almost as if reading his thoughts Atar looked at the man than charged him. As soon as Shiro saw Atar's muscles start the running motion he started to move. Using his free hand he grabbed the different mag off his pouch and with the gun hand ejected the other mag. As the mag dropped he slammed in the new mag and caught the old one. He brought the pistol to bear on the man near the door.
Just as he went to fire a bolt hit off of Atar's helmet and he rolled out of the line of fire. As he rolled Shiro used that opening to fire his Verpine now loaded with explosive rounds directly at the Death Watches face. He doubted the round would kill the man but if it made contact it would definitely blind him for a moment and of he got lucky the shrapnel from the round my hit the weaker exposed neck. As the shoot was streaking towards the man, Shiro put the old mag in his pouch and draw out a grenade , toss he shouted a code word to his companions, "Sparker" it was their code of emp. The emp he tossed was of a higher grade and had quite a large area of effect. Thankfully Atar, Shiro, and Vector all had some of the best electronics in their armor that money could buy and were EMP resistant. Unless these death watches had a lot of money they might not be so lucky.
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