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Oct 10, 2013 12:21:14 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 10, 2013 12:21:14 GMT -8
*Dred does as he is told to do. He cups his hands and funnels the blood through his hands over each piece. Now this blood is on his hands as well. Interesting ritual. One the armor had been coated he begins to let it dry at night like Piteos said. Seems it would take all night for it too cool and dry. Dred crawls up onto his ship and puts the armor on top. He then climbs down and activates the shields to protect the armor as it cools in the open. Once that was done he would have to go to Piteos again.*
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Oct 10, 2013 14:29:45 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Oct 10, 2013 14:29:45 GMT -8
The meeting broke up after some other small details were hatched out, and Adi sat alone for a few minutes until Miras entered. He was kinda proud of the kid....it wasn't easy to track someone by force aura alone without some practice....he had talent.
"It's all right...no worries. I was here to meet a friend, but that business is pretty much already done. We have someone that is going back to Carida with us, by the way...an...uncle of sorts. Related through marriage."
He left it at that. No sense giving the young man information overload yet. Besides, Zenchou Piteos wasn't exactly someone a Jedi should associate with. Due to his...erm...'family' connections, and his own dark past, he had many acquaintances and friends in low, dark places. There were times when viewpoints on the force mattered little, as well, and this was one of those times.
"We aren't staying here long, though. We need to head back to Carida...I feel a terrible tremble in the force. Something very bad is on the horizon, and I fear our merry little band is in danger.
It should only be a couple more hours here. Be on your guard, however. We aren't necessarily in friendly territory around these parts."
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Oct 10, 2013 17:33:02 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 10, 2013 17:33:02 GMT -8
*Piteos turns and leaves the Mandalorian, tapping on his Buy'ce to signal for Dred to contact him via comlink once the armor had dried. He would head back to the cantina, and see about who was there and if he could find any potential information regarding the Exchange. His search, as well as Pasca's so far had turned up no information regarding where and who all the Exchange was.*
*Piteos strides back into the bar and notices Adieumus, nodding to him he approached before he noticed another man in his company. Busy bee Adieumus. Piteos removes his buy'ce before approaching the pair and nods to the empty seat facing the door.* "If I am disturbing a private conversation let me know." *His voice was cold and detached, and his silver eyes loomed over the younger man in Adieumus' presence. He sat down and waved for the bar wench to bring him a tripel ale pint. His silver eyes then resumed "dusting" the room's faces and occupants.*
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Oct 10, 2013 21:04:46 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 10, 2013 21:04:46 GMT -8
*Dred and Piteos finish up with what needs to be done, Piteos then motions to let him know when the armor dries to contact him via comlink. when it was done. Dred had no idea when that would be so he goes out into the night. He figured it was time to get a grip on his new senses. He strains his hearing to get a sweep of things. He sniffs his nose in the air to catch the scents on the night air. It was always easier to smell at night but Dred now had his sense of smell greatly enhanced. Finally he caught a familiar scent. A man who reeked of unconsensual sex and blood. He heard him bragging about his "bitches" earlier in the bar. Dred didn't like those who preyed on people weaker than themselves. There was no honor in it. No real man would do it and no real warrior would stand for it and let it slide. So Dred begins to tail him. Silently. Or as silently as he could. He was a large mandalorian clad in orange and black beskar'gam sniffing like an animal out in the open.*
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Oct 10, 2013 22:02:21 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 10, 2013 22:02:21 GMT -8
*Dred tails them for three blocks, until he comes close to their "Establishment". It was clearly a brothel. There were Twi'leks and Zabrak females out in the alley way, even with some Togruta and a Gamorrean. The loud mouth stops to yell and rough up his "employee's" for not making enough. When one of them chimes in it's been slow because of the war, she gets a back hand. This make Dred give a low growl from his throat. He has his buy'ce on so it doesn't get heard. Once the braggart goes inside his goons cover the entrance. Oddly enough, he was trading in some type of Vice. Usually the Exchange has a monoply on such ventures. So Dred checks his data base in his Buy'ce. After a few minutes he confirms that this is unauthorized by Exchequer and he gets the green light to make them share a cut or shut them down permanently if the don't want to pay tribute. Dred really hopes they don't want to pay tribute. Seems even when he's ready to fight a war, the Exchange business comes first.*
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Oct 10, 2013 22:13:34 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 10, 2013 22:13:34 GMT -8
*Piteos' silver eyes flick between the two jedi before he sighs and places his buy'ce back.*
::So ner vod, what are you doing? I hope you aren't sitting there watching the blood dry. I'm stuck in the bar with these two jedi, and its damn boring. Having anything you are doing that might even be slightly amusing?::
*If the Mandalorian didn't want to "hang" out Piteos would just make his way to the streets and partake in the oldest form of entertainment he knew. Cold blooded murder. He stood up from the table, nodding to both of the Jedi and set out of the bar. His pace was brisk, silently praying to himself that the Mandalorian had some form of entertain planned for himself that Piteos might be able to get in on as well.*
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Oct 10, 2013 22:38:23 GMT -8
Post by Miras on Oct 10, 2013 22:38:23 GMT -8
Inwardly the Padawan groaned. They were only spending a few hours on planet and then heading straight back to Carida? What a let down. He'd been hoping for a mission, or at least some training. Massaging the bridge of his nose with a forefinger and thumb, Miras propped his elbows up on the table and blew out another cloud of smoke. It seemed like all they'd done since being assigned to each other was go from place to place, meeting with people. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing; if there was one thing the Corellian believed in it was the power of tactical diplomacy over brute force. However, Adieumus was a renowned swordsman and Jedi Master...he'd been hoping for some tutelage.
The server droid, a modified protocol unit welded together from spare parts, staggered over on stiff limbs. "How may I serve you, most valued patrons?"
"Just a lomin ale for me." Miras looked pointedly at Adieumus, silently querying.
The next moment Miras caught the glint of light off metal out the corner of his eye and his head snapped to the side to watch the approaching figure. His hand dropped to his saber at the sight of the iconic T-visor, but stopped short of drawing the weapon when he felt the man. It was like a bomb blast that shook his bones and rattled his teeth: the dark side. Frozen, nauseated, Miras looked to Adieumus and was stunned to see the older man unmoving, relaxed.
"If I am disturbing a private conversation let me know."
Tearing his gaze away from the newcomer's laconic silver stare, he again looked to Adieumus, and again was stunned by the Master's inaction. Mere moments later, the man stood without a word and departed again. How very strange.
"...what the kriff was that about?" He asked, baffled.
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Oct 10, 2013 22:40:02 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 10, 2013 22:40:02 GMT -8
*Dred had his orders and began to walk forward through the gauntlet of female relaxation therapists. Some of them might be good looking if they weren't beat up or emaciated and gaunt like skeletons. So the loud mouth ate well while his "employee's" suffered. Not only was this guy pompous but cared little for the people who gained him his income. Dred stops suddenly when he gets a comlink buzz. He opens the com and hears Piteos speaking about being bored. Impeccable timing.*
::I'm not in the habit of watching the blood dry. It's like watching grass grow. I'm about to tie up some loose ends for a business associate of mine. Depending on how cooperative they are, you might get a taste of the ultra-violence here in the view of the full moon ner'tat. Three blocks north of your position. You might want to bring a mop.::
*Dred closes the channel and is about to walk again but is stopped by one of the girls.*
=Twi'lek prostitute=
"Care for a date big boy?"
*She was barely 5'5" and only came up to Dred's stomach. He bends down to smell her. She has the stink of five or more men on her. What really bothers him is he can smell she's with child and almost sickly thin. He tosses a thousand credit chip to her.*
"No thank you, I'm spoken for tonight. I have a date with your employer and it isn't a friendly visit. You might want to get out of here quickly and get yourself something to eat. You may be unemployed come morning time. Take care of that unborn baby."
=Twi'lek Prostitute=
"How did you...?"
*Dred doesn't stick around for the rest of the question. The prostitute goes and grabs the others without arguing and clears the rest of them out quickly. The loud mouths goons notice this and begin to walk briskly towards Dred. All Dred can do is smile and let out a low visceral growl.*
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Oct 10, 2013 22:47:54 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 10, 2013 22:47:54 GMT -8
*Piteos receives the message from Dred and begins sprinting towards the Mandalorian's location. He couldn't sense him through the force, but rounding the second block he could see where he might find the man. If his silver eyes could be seen, they wouldn't be in their normal feigned jovial glare, no it was the eyes of Piteos' prior to a duel or battle. The eyes of the hunt, the eyes of hunger, the eyes of bloodlust.*
*Piteos approaches Dred from his rear as the doorman is heading towards him. Piteos would follow his lead, and hang back just a bit so as to not startle the guards. One of the harlots approaches him, and with just the T-Visor to work with Piteos gave her a menacing and well understood glare. He lay in wait to see how Dred would react to the guard approaching him. He blinks twice to open up his comlink and let Dred know that he was directly behind him in the shadows waiting.*
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Oct 11, 2013 12:49:51 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 11, 2013 12:49:51 GMT -8
*The goons stop when they hear that it's Dred growling like an animal and that he's the size he is. They aren't paid enough to handle something like this so they turn to run. At least they try. Dred knew Piteos was behind him. He could smell him from a block and a half away. GRabbing the two goons, Dred grabs them around their necks and crushes them. Gurgling and bone crunching could be heard as they drop dead like ragdolls. Fear. He could smell fear. Almost taste it. He jumps up two stories and grabs onto the ledges and uses both legs to bust out the windows to enter the insides.like some type of feral tree top leaping animal.*
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Oct 11, 2013 12:59:59 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Oct 11, 2013 12:59:59 GMT -8
Piteos came and went in the span of what felt like a minute or less, and Matango just shrugged. The man was known to be high-strung, and always on the move. It was just how it was when you had to deal with him....besides, being dead tended to wear on one's psyche.
"Yeah, that's the 'Uncle' I told you about. He's...a little off, and a little high strung. Careful around him, though....He is excessively skilled at shortening people's lives before they even know they are dead. Finish that, and let's get out of here. I want to try something with you."
Matango killed the remnants of his Corellian ale, and tossed a cred chip on the bar, covering both of them. He then remembered the key in his pocket, given to him by Diamonte. Pulling it out, he handed Miras a small keycard, marked with a number 1.
"This will get you anywhere you want in the Carida base. Guard it with your life, It could very well be that it is. Now, I want to see if you can track the man you just met. I know you haven't felt his aura very much, but I want to see if you can find him. Think you can?"
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Oct 11, 2013 13:02:30 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 11, 2013 13:02:30 GMT -8
*Piteos watched as the Mandalorian grabbed both the men at once, and quickly ended their lives. His strength didn't surprise Piteos too much, the man was a giant and the strength was understandable, but suddenly the mountain of a Mandalorian burst up towards the second story and through the window. A truly wicked smile spread across the Sith's mouth revealing sharpened teeth, this man was definitely an interesting being. Focusing through the Force Piteos leapt up following the man through the window. As Piteos follows the man through one of the smashed out windows the Sith draws his katana as he passed by a guard. Iaijutsu, the art of ending a fight once the weapon was drawn. Piteos landed softly on both of his feet, blood splattered across the right side of his buy'ce and beskar'gam. With a flick of his left wrist the blood that had coated his katana flung to the ground, and his right hand moved underneath his left hand's grip on the hilt of his katana.*
"You have an incredible vertical leap. So, what is the story here?" *Piteos' voice came through his buy'ce and sounded slightly less cold than normal, and the reason would be obvious. Piteos was a vessel of death, he was no merchant of something he would happily hand out freely.*
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Oct 11, 2013 14:35:21 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 11, 2013 14:35:21 GMT -8
*Pit jumped through the window Dred did. He wasn't surprised as Pit could use the Force. There he was, his mark. The details Cheq wanted were his head. It was a million credit bounty. Dead. His head to be presented as proof. Dred was perfectly okay with that. He walks over to the door where his goons were trying to come up the stairs. Dred Walks over to the door without taking his eyes of his prey. No, not his prey his mark. Damn feral instincts. He tosses a thermal detonator down the stairs and shuts the door. Boom! The grenade goes off and it's just the loud mouth braggart all by his lonesome.*
"New gifts I'm still getting used to, I think I might have been able to clear the building if I felt so inclined to do so ner'tat. Our friend here has been turning a profit without paying his proper tribute to the Exchange and has a ten million credit bounty on his head. With emphasis on his head. To get the bounty his severed head must be presented or the bounty is nullified."
*Dred reaches back to his dark saber, the heirloom dark saber was returned after Maul had taken it by Dred himself. That dark saber once belonged to Exar Kun. The one he had now and activated belonged to Ulic Qel-Droma. It had a slight curved hilt. It ignites at a higher frequency and hums slighlty higher as well. Dred Points at the man with the saber.*
"Time to collect what's owed."
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Oct 11, 2013 14:59:14 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 11, 2013 14:59:14 GMT -8
If Dred could see through metal he would see that the vicious smirk that was on Piteos' face had grown a bit once the Mandalorian had mentioned The Exchange. Bingo. Piteos had found information regarding the bounty he had come across on the HoloNet. He watched as Dred aimed a saber at the mark's head, and chuckled a bit under his breath before speaking. "So, you got this contract from The Exchange? Not many people speak of the organization, in fact just about none." His silver eyes narrowed, his hands still clutching the katana's hilt. "I've been looking for some information or at least a contact with someone in The Exchange. Funny, it was what I told you I would ask about once your armour had been enchanted."
Piteos' silver eyes reflected back to him. He nodded towards Dred's bounty to let him know to carry out decapitating the fool before answering his questions.
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Oct 11, 2013 15:52:02 GMT -8
Post by Miras on Oct 11, 2013 15:52:02 GMT -8
Adieumus' explanation failed to abate even a modicum of his confusion, but his mouth settled into a grim line and he nodded once. If they were going to be working with a dark sider, there must be a damn good reason for it. A moment after a frosty mug of ale was set before him by the pandering protocol droid Adi was telling him to hurry up, so the youth tipped the glass back and began draining it, his adam's apple bobbing furiously as he gulped down the frigid liquid. He didn't bother finishing it, instead leaving it a third full, then stood and followed Adieumus out into the street.
The city air was cool and breezy as Bimmisaari's sun dipped below the horizon, plunging the city into a gray twilight. Miras stretched and inhaled deeply, relishing the feel of it- he wasn't particularly fond of Carida's atmosphere, but this was nice- before flicking the butt of his cigarette away. Turning to regard the older man, the Corellian shrugged.
"I can do that."
He sauntered off without further dialogue, hands tucked in his pockets. It was just like when he'd tracked Adieumus to the cantina earlier: there was no conscious effort, no attempt at pinpointing his quarry's aura. Instead he simply let the force guide him, playing a sort of hot or cold match with the vaguely uneasy feeling in his stomach. When his anxiety grew, he knew he was getting closer to the source of the man who inspired it. When it lessened, it meant he'd taken a wrong turn somewhere. Once he abruptly stepped off the curb and directly into oncoming traffic, so strong was pull of the force. He'd given himself over, just a puppet tugged by ethereal strings.
Gradually the sidewalks became cracked, the buildings gave way to dilapidated warehouses and squat, crowded apartment complexes. The sentients roaming the streets became increasingly shifty, the alleys unfit for travel. The Padawan didn't let this deter him. He strolled along with his shoulders hunched and his eyes half closed, almost in a trance, and maybe because of the aura he was exuding or maybe because of the Jedi Master following him, no one attempted to accost them.
Before long they were standing in front of the whorehouse.
Miras opened his eyes. "He's in there."
The Padawan's brow was furrowed in concentration, and a faint sheen of sweat stood out on his forehead despite the cool night air. It had been draining, maintaining his focus for that long, but he was rather satisfied with his performance. He didn't get a chance to congratulate himself, though: this place stank of blood and death. The force roiled and churned in agony, causing the Padawan to grit his teeth as he dropped a hand to rest on the hilt of his lightsaber.
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Oct 11, 2013 16:15:45 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 11, 2013 16:15:45 GMT -8
*Piteos held up his hand, and removed his buy'ce revealing his face and the smile that was smeared across it. Slowly his eyes became slivers, as his face twisted into a feigned jovial smirk. He threw his buy'ce out of the window towards what he was sensing outside. A jedi, the Jedi that had been in the bar with Adieumus. Launching himself through the window shortly after he had thrown the buy'ce he came to a land three meters away from where Adieumus' padawan stood.*
"I certainly hope you are not following me." *His words slipped over the fanged teeth, teeth that once were normal before Piteos had filed them down into just another weapon at his disposal. He took a step closer to the jedi, now only his left hand held the hilt of his katana and his right hand was casually at his side. He stopped after that step, and began to focus, drawing on the chaotic whims that flurried about him. The dark side, it was almost as if one could see the evil nature that swirled about this man.* "Your Master didn't warn you about me?"
*His silver eyes were all that betrayed his false smile, the Sith's eyes showed the amusement he had found in the current situation. He continued to focus through force, twisting more of the dark tendrils that swirled about towards him for his own use.* "I am Zenchou Piteos, Diabhal, An Trua Dubh!" *Using some of the energy that he had briefly gathered up, he cast an Illusion on himself to give his head the appearance of bare skull with violet energy swirling about the eyes and mouth. The illusion only lasted a split second, that was not what he was gathering the energy for.*
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Oct 11, 2013 17:47:25 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Oct 11, 2013 17:47:25 GMT -8
Adi had followed Miras for about three-quarters of the way, right on the young man's heels. However, a short time before the whorehouse, Adi ducked off into an alley, and pushed his force aura down to mix with the background. There were enough people on the streets in the darkening twilight, and Matango just slipped back, away and out of sight of Miras, but kept the young man in view. Piteos would no doubt sense the two of them approaching, and more than likely do something flashy...and semi-stupid.
Yep....Adi wasn't disappointed....Illusion. It was one of the dark sorcerer's favorite tactics, and he gave a doozy..A bare skull, Zenchou? Really?
Shaking his head, Matango kept at the ready, should Piteos decide -not- to be nice to the student, and cause actual harm to the young man. While Adi might not be able to totally and completely defeat the man, he could keep him at bay long enough to calm him down. Zenchou had enough respect for the Arkanian to at least -consider- something that Adi said.
Not many else had that privilege. Talking was usually just a tactic to distract while Piteos was skewering you on the end of one of his many sharp instruments of death.
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Oct 11, 2013 18:36:03 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 11, 2013 18:36:03 GMT -8
*Dred swings the dark saber and takes the man's head off. The pungent stench of burnt flesh and hair fill the room. At least for Dred. He instantly get nailed by this and brings his hand up to his mouth and nose a hacks a little to this new sensation. It takes him a minute to get himself together but he grows accustomed quickly. That is until the mans bowel and bladder empty simultaneously. As cool as it was to have these heightened senses, Dred was starting to regret them big time. He grabs the mans head and watches Piteous jump out the window. He follows suit, head in one hand his dark saber in the other landing like a cat on it's feet despite being in full beskar'gam. He looks at the boy then at Piteos. He takes a deep sniff and recognizes Adi is near by. Dred begins to wonder if this was some sort of initiation test or something. Or maybe it was a traps. But who was they prey. He could taste the young man's nervousness and unease. Dred tilts his head. He stands at 7'1" and 420 lbs. He speaks casually but with the same baritone feral tone to Piteos.*
"Expecting company ner'tat?"
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Post by Miras on Oct 12, 2013 7:04:50 GMT -8
Miras had glanced back when they reached the whorehouse, and found himself telling the empty street that their quarry was inside the building. Not quite doing a full turn to scan the street, the Padawan cursed as he realized Adi had ditched him. What the hell was his problem? Was he using him as bait? That seemed likely, and it took every ounce of discipline the academy had managed to instill in him to keep his blood from boiling. "Asshole."
He turned back toward the building, scanning it for clues. Two men out front, dead. Lots of blood. Higher up, one of the windows had been blasted in. 'That's where he must have entered,' Miras pondered. He barely had time to complete the thought before the buy'cecame flying out. It landed on the ground in front of him and skidded several feet before he planted his right foot atop it, halting its progress. Studying the visor and the color, he recognized it as the helm worn by the man they were tracking. 'Bingo.' Dropping his foot off the side of the thing, he kicked it out of the way.
Just as Zenchou Piteos landed before him.
The force twisted and roiled in a maelstorm at his approach. Unconsciously dropping back a step, Miras' hand tightened on the hilt of his newly acquired lightsaber. Anger at Adieumus leaving him and fear at his current predicament clawed and vyed for control in the young man's chest, but when the dark sider spoke his accolades, it was derision that twisted his mouth into a sneer.
"Never heard of you."
His gaze flickered briefly to the window as another man belched from its confines, this one a mountain of a man clad in full armor. He landed nearby, and surprise flashed across the Padawan's face. He held a lightsaber. He moved like a force-sensitive. And yet there was something...off, about him. The force seemed to slip and shift and slide around him, never quite touching him, but not shying away either. This just kept getting stranger and stranger.
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Oct 12, 2013 7:28:09 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 12, 2013 7:28:09 GMT -8
*The smirk on Piteos' face stretches and without looking to Dred he replies to him. His silver eyes dead locked on the Jedi standing in front of him. He had noticed that the knight had his hand on the lightsaber when he had jumped out of the window. The Knight must have sensed the death in the air, and the two men with their necks crushed behind Piteos and Dred were an obvious testament and a prelude to what the Jedi could expect to find inside the whorehouse.*
"Always." *The fact that another man dressed in full beskar'gam was present would undoubtedly make the knight unnerved. His smile spread a bit with his words revealing the sharpened fangs of Piteos to the young man in front of him. Piteos would look to be no older than 24, but it was fairly obvious from his demeanour and mannerisms, in truth Piteos was a bit over forty.* "Let me handle this one ner'vod. You had your fun upstairs.......it's my turn now." *After speaking to Dred, his eyes shifted rapidly to the placement of his buy'ce and then back to the jedi.*
"Why are you following me..." *He took a step closer towards the jedi, pivoting his katana to be pointed towards the jedi in case the youth was to try anything foolish.* "Especially without your master to protect you." *The cruelty in his eyes became something apparent, he was enjoying this greatly. As his sadistic glee began to rise, the swirling tendrils of the dark side of the Force pulled in closer around Zenchou.*
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