Zalor Anneri
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Aug 15, 2016 20:54:50 GMT -8
Post by Zalor Anneri on Aug 15, 2016 20:54:50 GMT -8
Later That Same Night, At the Ja'raak Inn
After a hard day's work at the Ja'raak Inn at Theed square, Zalor, the younger man and Tryn, the old innkeeper, sat outside in the Inn's decorative patio area overlooking the Theed river. The night shift had taken over, and Tryn wanted to pull aside his 'godson' as he affectionately called Zalor, aside to chat. Both men laughed and talked and reminisced late into the night, both while drinking small bottles of Tarisian Ale.
=Zalor=
"...so this Ewok - and they're fast little guys - this Ewok, who only stands about waist high to me, comes up and tackles me from behind, just as this condor dragon was about to swoop down and grab me. And he hits hard, I mean, he was fast! But, he saves my life, okay? And then - and this is the best part - after he saves my life and this condor dragon's still swooping about, he gets back up and blows his horn. Within, like...seconds, his Ewok buddies come out of nowhere with these nets and dartguns and spears and just take the thing down, in mid-air, no less. I mean, here's me with my Force powers and my lightsaber, and these little Ewoks with their primitive weapons and tactics take down this huge beast - and I can't help but just stand and watch 'em do their thing. They were amazing, Tryn."
=Tryn=
Tryn chuckles, clearly impressed, before taking a sip of his Ale. "They do sound amazing, Zal. I know I'd like to bring a couple home and let 'em chase the rats infestin' the place. Or, get a couple to help run the Inn."
=Zalor=
Zalor laughed aloud... "Yeah, I can see 'em tryin' to fix the maintenance droids with their little wooden hammers and such."
=Tryn=
Tryn gave an amused laugh in response, but it wasn't long before the laughter was gone and he became suddenly solemn. "Speakin' of runnin' the Inn..." Tryn turned to Zalor with a smile.
=Zalor=
Zalor shot a look of sudden interest and intrigue at the old man.... "...yeah?"
=Tryn=
"I've been thinkin' a lot, lately..."
=Zalor=
Zalor frowned, seemingly concerned. He could sense the man was about to lay something heavy on Zalor. "...about what, Tryn?"
=Tryn=
"Well..." He only paused to take a sip of his Ale once more. "I'm gettin' old, Zalor. And my knee's gettin' real bad. And with me fallin' down a lot like I did today, I'm thinkin'...I'm thinkin' it's about time..."
=Zalor=
Zalor's eyes widened, and he nearly lost his breath. What Tryn was suggesting was unthinkable to Zalor, who had been around the Ja'raak Inn for most of his non-Jedi life. "Tryn! You're not gonna sell the Inn, are you?"
=Tryn=
Tryn seemed offended by this, and he frowned at Zalor harshly. "No, boy! I ain't leavin' the Inn - I love this place, and I'll work here until the day I breathe my last. No, Zalor - I'm talkin' about gettin' someone else to run it - someone I can trust...handin' the reigns over, so to speak."
=Zalor=
Zalor seemed a bit relieved, but he was still reeling hard at the news of Tryn stepping down as owner. He sat back in his chair and dared to ask the one question he feared. "So, who were you planning on having run the Ja'raak?"
=Tryn=
Tryn's warm, friendly smile returned, and he silently nodded his head at Zalor, waving his bottle of Ale at Zalor to stress his point further.
=Zalor=
A shiver shot down Zalor's spine as his eyes widened in surprise once again. He pointed at himself. "Me?!"
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Aug 15, 2016 21:48:54 GMT -8
Post by Zalor Anneri on Aug 15, 2016 21:48:54 GMT -8
=Tryn=
Tryn nodded as his smile grew wider. "Yes, you. Ever since you came back here and offered to work for me, things could not be runnin' smoother, Zalor. You have a way with things here - you have a way with the people, with fixing things, with solving problems, with runnin' customer data, all that stuff - you're just...good at it, Zalor! And, like I said, I need someone I can trust."
=Zalor=
Zalor nodded in understanding. "It's my connection to the Force - it helps me. I never used to be good at any of that." Zalor stared blankly at the river, thinking. He then turned back to face the old man.
"So, you want me to take over for you running the Ja'raak Inn?"
=Tryn=
"Zalor, I think you'd make a fantastic manager. Heck, I happen to think you already do." Tryn beamed with pride. "So, what'cha think?"
=Zalor=
Zalor stood up from his chair and drank what little was left of the Ale in his bottle, before resuming his stare back towards the Theed River. "I'm thinkin' I'm gonna need to sleep on it for awhile. That's a lot of responsibility to take on."
=Tryn=
"Indeed it is, my friend." Tryn set his bottle of Ale on the table next to him, then folded his arms as he looked the young man in the face. "But, I think you're just the right man for the job. And I don't say that about just anyone." Tryn's right knee started to ache, and he soothed it by rubbing it with both his hands. "And, the way I figure, it's only proper - I mean, you've lived here 'bout half your life, anyway. You know the place inside out."
=Zalor=
"That I do." Zalor nodded, then fell silent again. He remained silent for a few seconds, as the wheels in his head began to turn and Zalor began to mentally process what his future as the innkeeper and manager of the Ja'raak Inn held. Finally, Zalor reached over and set his empty bottle next to Tryn's on the table. "Well, I need to head home and get some rest. I'm sure we'll have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow."
=Tryn=
"Alright, son." Tryn stood up, slowly and not without pain, from his chair. "You give it some thought, now, and in a few days, we'll talk it over some more an' make it official, alright?"
=Zalor=
Zalor nodded. "Yeah, sure. You've given me a lot to think about. I...will definitely do that. Thinking. A lot."
=Tryn=
Tryn gave a hearty laugh at Zalor's response, then reached over and hugged the younger man. "You're a good man, Zalor Anneri. I have faith that you'll make the right decision."
=Zalor=
Zalor returned the hug. "Yeah - I'll try. Have a good night, Tryn. Get that knee looked at soon, huh?" Zalor smiled as he let go of Tryn.
=Tryn=
"Bah..." Tryn chuckled once again, waving Zalor away. "Go home."
=Zalor=
Without further ado, Zalor did just that, leaving the Inn's patio via the double doors leading back into the Inn. From there, he exited the Inn and headed out back onto the dark, night-washed streets of Theed.
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Aug 16, 2016 21:17:57 GMT -8
Post by Zalor Anneri on Aug 16, 2016 21:17:57 GMT -8
In the Streets of Theed
=Zalor=
Zalor's new home in Theed was a far cry to the old Anneri homestead, the ruins of which still stood out in the Theed Plains just outside the city. After returning to his home planet over three years ago, Zalor rented a nice, cozy flat on the east side of the city. It was affordable, cozy and comfortable, and within walking distance of the Ja'raak Inn, so he didn't require a speeder. Zalor merely slung a large satchel carrying food and a change of clothes and walked home. After being a Jedi, he figured, a little walk through the streets of Theed every day wouldn't hurt.
As he walked through the lamp-lit streets of Theed, Zalor thought about what Tryn had proposed to him. When Zalor first came back to Naboo after fleeing the Jedi Shadows' Enclave on Endor, he only planned on working at the Ja'raak Inn long enough to decide where to go and what to do next. He hadn't, at all, considered the possibility that running the Ja'raak Inn for the ailing Tryn was that where and what. That it was his destiny to return home and stay there. It made Zalor think of everything that had happened to him in a new light. He wasn't in a rush to return to the galaxy as a Jedi - certainly not. He was looking to slow down for awhile, so he could be at peace. Maybe, this is how it was supposed to play out - that Zalor was meant to come full circle, back to where he originally belonged. Maybe...
A woman screaming interrupted Zalor's thoughts.
Zalor turned to look down the alleyway between the flats he was just walking past. Na, he thought. The Royal Guard can take care of it. Zalor kept on walking. The screams continued, seeming more desperate. Zalor stopped in his tracks, breathed a deep sigh, then turned and ran down the alleyway towards the screams. Zalor didn't have any weapons, but Zalor knew, as any Jedi did, that he didn't need any. The Force was his weapon. If things got messy, Zalor always had an out.
=Duros Thug=
A Duros street thug, who were surprisingly common in Theed, had just pulled a stun stick on a terrified human female flat resident who took a wrong turn and ended up in the wrong place. The Duros was clad in leather, and was threatening, in Huttese, to inflict pain if the woman didn't fork over all her credits.
=Zalor=
When Zalor saw the sight, he sighed - something he wouldn't have done before becoming a Jedi. Anyone else would've panicked, but Zalor had seen far worse than this - even on the streets of Naboo. To him, this was almost pathetic, given what Zalor planned to do to the Duros. Simply Force Pushing the Duros against the wall was tempting, but Zalor - always the peacekeeper and tactician - chose the diplomatic approach.
Zalor dropped his large satchel on the ground and started to walk towards the Duros. "Hey! Hey, gundark brain!"
=Duros Thug=
Predictably enough, the Duros immediately lost interest in the woman and turned to focus on Zalor. He clearly wasn't expecting anyone, especially not someone like Zalor, who was dressed in civilian clothing, show up in the back alley. The Duros approached Zalor, stun stick held out in front towards him. Zalor was surprised to hear the Duros speak plain Basic, even with a Naboo dialect like his. He had obviously operated in Theed for a while...
"I'm assuming you're talking to me - and that probably means you're here looking for a face-pounding into the dirt, am I right?"
=Zalor=
Zalor merely smiled and crossed his arms. "Oh, I don't think it's going to go down that way, my friend."
=Duros Thug=
"Oh, I think it is." The Duros continued to approach Zalor, and Zalor waited until his stun stick was about a meter away from his neck... "You know it's not polite to butt in to other peoples'..."
=Zalor=
Before the thug could speak another word, Zalor waved his hand nonchalantly in front of the Duros' face.
"You don't want to attack me. You will drop your weapon."
=Duros Thug=
Almost instantly, the Duros' hostility faded, and he stood upright, seemingly in a calmed state of mind.
"I don't want to attack you. I will drop my weapon."
The Duros let go of his stun stick, and it fell to the ground.
=Zalor=
Zalor waved his hand in front of the Duros' face once more.
"You feel really bad about how you've spent your life. You will go and turn yourself into the Theed Royal Police right now."
=Duros Thug=
Suddenly, the Duros Thug felt remorseful.
"I feel really bad about how I've spent my life. I will go and turn myself into the Theed Royal Police right now."
Without another word, the thug turned and began walking out of the alleyway, and was never seen again.
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Tanara Ajahn
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Aug 16, 2016 22:03:33 GMT -8
Post by Tanara Ajahn on Aug 16, 2016 22:03:33 GMT -8
MusicStepping out from the spaceport, the lethan Twi'lek girl and her trusted astromech droid paused to appreciate the spectacular sight before them. The city was as bright and beautiful as it had been that day, five years ago, appearing as timeless as ever. There were few places in the galaxy that could take her breath away, leaving her in wondrous awe. This was the home of one of her dearest friends, and she truly understood why he had ever been hesitant to leave it, and always returned when he could. Even having just arrived, she felt the temptation to find a place to live and stay. The moment however, was a fleeting one, as the blue and white astromech droid by her side, gave out a low whistle. The Twi'lek girl smiled down at the droid, gently placing her hand on it's dome, then continued moving into the city.
She didn't know where she was going, or even why she had decided to come here. She felt lost and disillusioned, with memories from before flooded her mind, replaying with perfect clarity. Her fiancee, his scimitar-class infiltrator, the speeder bike. For her the memory was as real the present moment.~"Good, that means he definitely is here on Naboo. Now we just have to track him down. Any ideas?"~~"Well, if you've got a pretty good reading on where he might be at, I can take us out there on my other neat little toy I haven't shown you yet."~~"Another toy! Showmeshowmeshowme!"~The memory of her fiancee made her smile, she missed him so much. He was truly the one for her, and she hated being separated from him. She paused once more as she approached one of many fountains in the city. It was in the middle of a courtyard, and was multi-tiered, with more than a dozen spouts, shooting water straight up. They had passed this same fountain before, but hadn't taken the time to appreciate it then. They had been too focused on finding a lost friend. Of course, the rain had not helped. She turned once more and continued on her way, aimlessly, with the astromech following faithfully behind.
She knew that several kilometers outside the city, was a large forest, where they did eventually find her friend. The smile slowly vanished from her face. The memory of the forest was one of shame and despair for her. It had been there, that she allowed herself to become corrupted by the Force Demon, Trios, falling from the Light Side of the Force, and embracing the darkness. They had been attacked by a Sith and a rogue Jedi.~"I'd like to see you try."~~"Get in my way, and you'll end up dead! I won't repeat myself again!"~~"As much as I'd like to play with this feisty little gundark over there, I came here specifically for you."~~"You all are in for a huge disappointment!"~The battle had been a three way disaster, the Dark Side of the Force engulfing them all. It ended with her missing friend, using a powerful Force Push, to knock them all away from each other, incapacitating them all.
She stopped walking to lean on a railing overlooking the river, and brought her hand up to her chest. She could still feel the burning sensation of the lightsaber piercing her body, as though it were still happening. She could still feel herself slipping away, her life fading into death. It had been too close.
The Force Demon had taken control of her body and tricked her friend and her fiancee to fight each other, with her fiancee delivering a crippling blow to her friend. It was in that moment she had been able to regain control, and rushed forward to step between them. The lightsaber blade burned clean through her chest, delivering a mortal wound.~"I'm...so sorry...I...l-lo...love y-yo...you."~~"No...beautiful, wake up! Tanara....Tanara! Tanara....why? Kriff...no, you can't do this to me! Not again!"~If it hadn't been for the rescue party, she would have died in that forest. The blue and white astromech droid seemed to sense her sorrow and let out a low whistle, followed by a click and beep, distracting her from her memories. She nodded in appreciation, then faced away from the railing to continue walking into the city. As much as she tried to not let her past affect her, sometimes she had no choice but to remember and feel. It was an endless spiraling drain that she desperately avoided to keep from drowning in memory and pain. She was grateful that the astromech droid traveled with her, as it almost always knew when to help pull her out from her memories. She knew however, she couldn't keep it forever, as it belonged to her dear friend, the one that had been missing before, and was missing again after the Endor Jedi Enclave had been destroyed.=Tanara=
"What do you think Artooie? Zalor has been missing for a few years now, do you think he would've returned home?"=R2-D4= [Beep-Click-Whistle-Click-Beep] =Tanara=
"Yes, I think so too. He used to talk about that inn...what was it called? Oh, yes, Ja'raak Inn. His home after the family homestead was destroyed. Shall we check there?"=R2-D4= [Beep-Beep-Whistle-Click] =Tanara=
"Lead the way, Artooie."
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Zalor Anneri
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Aug 17, 2016 21:27:59 GMT -8
Post by Zalor Anneri on Aug 17, 2016 21:27:59 GMT -8
In the Streets of Theed
=Norme=
When Zalor approached the woman to see if she was alright, after the thug had fled, he was surprised to see Norme', another employee at the Ja'raak Inn, an attractive 30-year old red-head native of Theed. Norme', who wore a long outer coat over her civilian attire, was equally surprised to see Zalor, and shot a bewildered look at him as she picked herself up. "W-wha...Zalor? What are you doing out here?"
=Zalor=
Zalor's eyes were just as wide as hers, but he reached over to take her hand, which she accepted as she got up. "Norme? I should be asking you the same question. I thought you said you lived near the Parnelli Museum."
=Norme=
Norme sighed in frustration and anxiety, dusting herself off. "I do. I was supposed to meet a guy I met a few days ago along River Street right about now. I ended up meeting that freak, instead. Cute guy never showed." The woman groaned. "Just my luck."
=Zalor=
"Uh..." When he was sure Norme wasn't looking at him, he reached over to his satchel, which was out of reach, and Force pulled it to him. "...for future reference, Norme - meeting a guy you don't know at this hour of the night on the streets - doesn't usually end well. Even in Theed."
=Norme=
Norme hung her head and sighed once more. "Yeah...I was really hoping it was gonna work out this time. You're right, though - I should've known better. As she played the scene with Zalor and the thug in her mind, she eventually realized something didn't add up. She began to stare at him. "So - back there, uh....what did you do to him? How...how did you get him to leave like that?"
=Zalor=
Zalor merely chuckled and scratched the back of his head in response. "Oh...you mean that? That, uh...well...heh..." Zalor suddenly realized that he had been found out. "That was...just an old trick I learned. A long time ago. A mind trick, I mean."
=Norme=
Norme quickly shot a confused and suspicious look at Zalor. "A mind trick? ...I thought...I thought only Jedi could do that."
=Zalor=
Zalor smiled sheepishly, thinking of what to say in response. Suddenly, he decided to change the subject, hoping she would forget about it. "Let's, uh...lemme walk you home. Too dangerous to be out in these parts at this hour."
=Norme=
Norme nodded with a nervous chuckle, and offered no objections. "Yeah, no kidding. Thanks, by the way. It's - not every day my boss saves my life."
The two made their way back out onto the open streets.
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Aug 19, 2016 21:22:36 GMT -8
Post by Zalor Anneri on Aug 19, 2016 21:22:36 GMT -8
In The Streets of Theed
It didn't take long for Zalor to bring Norme back to her home near the Parnelli Museum. The two talked about work, although Zalor was careful not to mention that Tryn was looking to give him the Inn, and the trip through the streets was uneventful.
=Norme=
"Oh, gosh - Zalor, thanks. Thanks for - you know - getting me home. I promise I won't do anything like that again. Oh, and..." She stopped in front of her door before turning back to face Zalor with a worried look. "...don't tell Tryn about what happened. He doesn't need to know. You know how he worries about us younger ladies."
=Zalor=
Zalor shook his head, as if to agree. "Don't worry, he won't. You made it home safe, that's all that matters."
=Norme=
Norme smiled sweetly and brushed her fiery-red hair back. "Thanks, Zalor. I really owe you one."
She turned back to open the front door of her apartment, reached in her coat pocket, then cursed at the door. "Kriff!"
=Zalor=
Zalor frowned, a bit worried. "What is it?"
=Norme=
Norme groaned as she turned back to face Zalor with a defeated look on her face. "I think I may have locked myself out of my own flat. Pretty sure I left my keycard on my dining room table."
=Zalor=
Zalor smiled, and motioned for Norme to stand away from the door. "I'll show you another one of my 'tricks,' so long as you promise not to tell anyone."
=Norme=
Norme shot another surprised look at Zalor. After a few seconds, she understood what Zalor was going to try to do, and stepped off to the side of her front door. "Oh....um....okay."
=Zalor=
Zalor stood before the locked door and stared at it. With a simple side-to-side wave of his hand in the door's direction, the door unlocked and opened on its own.
=Norme=
This startled and surprised Norme, and she gasped as she watched her front door open by itself. She then turned back to Zalor and stared at him in utter amazement. She had clearly never seen that sort of thing with her own eyes before. "Wh-wha? H-how did...how did you do that?"
=Zalor=
Zalor merely smiled back at Norme with a chuckle. He shrugged his shoulders in response, saying nothing immediately.
=Norme=
After a few seconds more, Norme finally had a realization... "Are you a Jedi?"
=Zalor=
Zalor nodded, then shrugged his shoulders again. "I was. Not any more, though. I haven't been a Jedi in years. But - I can still use the Force. It comes in handy every now and again."
=Norme=
Norme leaned against the frame of the doorway, her jaw fully dropped. After awhile, she came back to her senses and shook her head, mumbling. "My boss is a Jedi. Didn't see that one coming."
=Zalor=
Zalor could sense it was still taking some time for Norme to grasp the notion. "Tryn and Vaili are the only other ones who knows about this. And, honestly, I'd like to keep it that way. Please, don't tell anyone else. Okay, Norme?"
=Norme=
Norme nodded in understanding. Her smile returned as she thought about how Zalor being a Jedi actually saved her life. She figured she owed him one, anyway. "Sure. No problem."
The two talked for a few minutes more before Norme thanked Zalor once more, then entered her flat, bidding him good night. With Norme safely home, it was time for Zalor to return home as well. Fortunately, he didn't have far to go, as he passed by his own flat on the way to Norme's. He just needed to go further east, back towards the river.
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Aug 20, 2016 21:22:31 GMT -8
Post by Zalor Anneri on Aug 20, 2016 21:22:31 GMT -8
Zalor's Apartment
It was past midnight when Zalor finally returned home after his day at work at the Ja'raak Inn. However, as busy as the day had been, Zalor wasn't nearly as exhausted as he should've been. Rescuing Norme from that Duros street thug, escorting her home and showing off his Force abilities for her was refreshing. That, and he still had a lot of other things to think about.
Zalor dropped his satchel on the table in his tiny kitchen in the flat he had along the river. He never complained about the size of his new home for three years - it was just the right size for one, lonely, burned out Jedi-turned-inn manager, and he got an amazing view of the Theed Royal Palace from his kitchen window. Only his kitchen light remained on while he was away, shedding an eerie blue glow around the flat. After dropping his cargo, however, Zalor waved his hand and the entire rest of the flat's lights came on all at once, illuminating the rooms and making it feel more friendly and full.
It was still missing something, Zalor often thought to himself. What was it missing?
All of a sudden, Zalor heard a bump coming from inside his bedroom. He was startled, but only for a minute, as the source of the bump rolled out into the small living room...A5-U3, his astromech droid he kept at home.
=A5-U3=
Zalor had bought this astromech at a discounted price from Kilo, his Toydarian friend who lived in Theed, the same one that had sold him R2-D4 when he first became a Jedi. Ayfive was a much, much older model, however. He had been around since the Galactic Civil War, and he had seen some use, both as a repair droid and as a co-pilot for an Alliance Y-Wing bomber. Now, he was living out his last days as a steward droid, and so far, he had served Zalor well. However, Zalor eventually found out that his central core, as well as his camera eye, were both failing him, and since Zalor couldn't find a replacement for either of those parts, he knew it wouldn't be long before Ayfive found himself as scrap metal. Even now, as Zalor returned home that night, Ayfive's eye was giving him troubles, and he continued to bump into things.
=Zalor=
Zalor smiled at the droid, but he sighed, with a sense of pity, as he walked over to the poor, old droid.
"Ayfive - your bed is that way, buddy." Zalor pointed to the recharging station in the living room corner, which used to belong to Artoo.
=A5-U3=
[Bop-fritz-boop-beep]
The droid's motions seemed to stabilize whenever Zalor was closeby - his audio receptors were in pristine condition, according to Kilo - and with audio cues, the droid easily made his way to the recharging station. Just as he got there, though, sparks flew from his chassis and smoke rose from his motor section. The droid stopped abruptly, and suddenly couldn't move.
=Zalor=
"Ayfive?!" Zalor went over to the droid, unsecured its lower chassis panel. When he looked inside the droid's midsection, Zalor's initial suspicions were confirmed. "Aww - you've gotta be kidding me! Your motor's completely shot - now I have to find you a new motor..."
Zalor sighed in disappointment once again as he waved the smoke away and returned the panel. He decided to put the droid out of its misery, at least for the time being, by reaching over and shutting him down completely. There the droid sat, and Zalor knew he would remain there until he could get it fixed - or taken to be scrapped. He stood up, went back over to the blue-lit kitchen and leaned against the kitchen bar, groaning...
"I miss Artoo."
R2-D4, the most faithful and most resourceful droid Zalor had ever owned, had offered to help a friend of Zalor's, Tanara Ajahn, complete a classified mission for the Jedi Shadows. The two had left Endor long before the First Order attacked the Forest Moon, but since they didn't come back, Zalor was sure he'd never see either of them again. This saddened him, since both the droid and the Twi'lek girl were two of his closest friends...
Friends...
What was missing from his life, he thought again? What was missing from this little house he had?
Thoughts of friends led Zalor back to his bedroom, where he slipped into something more comfortable for sleeping in. There, next to his bed, on the dresser, were holopics of all of his closest friends from his time as a Jedi...
Evan Azzameen, the freighter pilot who loved adventure and loved his YT-2000, the Otana, just as much...
Asha Tailarani, the street-urchin who used to live in Theed and now had become, not only Evan's First Mate on the Otana, but a resourceful hacker, inventor and fixer-upper...
Oni-Li Berrin, one of the Padawans who had come to admire Zalor, and had become like a brother to him before he left Endor...
Jasso Li, another Padawan, and a Nautolan, who had a great sense of humor and a great attitude on life...
Darek Antilles, an ace pilot who worked for the Endor defense team, but had proven a Jedi Shadow in his own right...
Freyyr, the Wookiee who had been both his and his grandfather's friend from having sworn a Wookiee life-debt..
Vincent Darklighter, a mercenary and former Sith who had befriended the Shadows crew, next to Asha's sister, Tanara Ajahn...
His family - his mother Erris, his sister Marith, and brother Wedge...
There was one picture that stood closest to his headrest...
A picture of him and fellow Jedi Shadow Sayra Nur, the one girl that had always been by his side, no matter what.
As he looked at each of the pictures, memories of each of those people came flooding back to his mind all at once. For a brief moment, he imagined each one of them in the house with them. Suddenly, as he did so, he felt that the flat was - full. Homely. Comfortable.
That's what he was missing!, he thought.
His friends.
Without them, his flat, nay - his whole life, felt empty. He missed them.
After Zalor crawled into bed, he began dreaming of his friends and where they were, if they were still alive. He hadn't seen them in so long, he couldn't be sure where they were, or whether or not something had happened to them. These thoughts were the thoughts that eventually sent Zalor drifting off to sleep.
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Aug 21, 2016 19:52:55 GMT -8
Post by Zalor Anneri on Aug 21, 2016 19:52:55 GMT -8
The Ja'raak Inn, The Next Day
=Zalor=
When Zalor returned to the Ja'raak Inn the next day, he found Vaili, a Twi'lek woman about his age who had worked at the Inn for over eight years and knew Zalor well, working the front counter, and Norme cleaning the lobby alongside a maintenance droid. Tryn was nowhere to be found. Zalor was relieved; he hadn't yet decided on whether or not he would agree to taking ownership of the Ja'raak Inn, and he wanted some time to mull it over further. Last night was spent relieving old memories. He'd have to push thought devoted to the Ja'raak Inn's future for another night.
=Vaili=
Vaili always seemed excited when Zalor arrived. She was particularly fond of him. She made eye contact with him almost immediately, with a huge smile on her face. "Hey, Zalor!"
=Norme=
"Oh...uh...hey, boss." Norme seemed tired from last night, and although she responded just as quickly as Vaili, she could only manage an exhausted half-smile as she continued wiping down counters and tables in the lobby.
=Zalor=
Zalor was especially glad to see Norme safe and sound, after what had happened last night. He turned and shot her a relieved smile. "Hey, ladies. Uh..." Zalor looked around for the old man Tryn, but couldn't find him anywhere. "Where's Tryn?"
=Vaili=
Retaining her enthused smile, Vaili went back to typing on the front desk's holocomputer. "Wife called him in sick this morning. She insisted on him getting his knee looked at again."
=Zalor=
Zalor seemed satisfied by this news; it was good to hear of Tryn's wife. Alonae, taking such good care of the old man in his current state. It put Zalor's mind at ease, for sure. "Alright - good to hear."
=Vaili=
"Looks like you're in charge today, boss." Vaili stopped typing long enough to look Zalor in the eye quizzically... "Anything you need done right away?"
=Zalor=
Zalor gave Vaili a quick nod in response, ready to get to work. "You two girls both got the vacant rooms cleaned? Linens changed?"
=Vaili/Norme=
"Yes'sir!"
"Yes'sir!"
Both women responded almost in unison.
=Zalor=
Zalor seemed pleased by this response. He made his way behind the front counter where Vaili was.
"Alright, well - Vaili, you can help Norme finish the lobby. Once you two are done, go ahead and switch with Tomaas and Ungav on room service; Vaili, you can get rooms 1 through 12; Norme - rooms 13 through 25. When you rotate with the guys, let 'em know I want those serviced maintenance droids up and ready to go by midday. I'll take the front counter."
With that, the two female inn workers got about to their business, while Zalor logged into the holocomputer at the front desk and proceeded to begin his daily administrative duties.
As he worked, Zalor began to seem increasingly distracted. There was a small rift in the Force that kept demanding his focus - a familiar presence was nearby. Although Zalor continued to fight it, he struggled to focus on his work. Fortunately, no guests came in for the first few hours...
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Aug 21, 2016 20:19:53 GMT -8
Post by Tanara Ajahn on Aug 21, 2016 20:19:53 GMT -8
They strolled casually through the market square, where hundreds of people were going about their daily routine of buying various food and supplies. The air here, unlike some planets she had visited, was one of calm, peaceful tranquility. The people were friendly to each other, joking and laughing as they interacted with one another. Some greeted the Twi'lek girl with a warm smile, some offered a wave, and others merely nodded. They could all tell she was from off-world, and wanted to make sure she felt welcomed. She stopped once or twice to browse the various shops that were along her way, but didn't purchase anything, despite her access to a fortune. Her grandfather had been an emperor of several star systems, and as such amassed more wealth than she could ever spend. She had briefly ruled as Empress in his stead, but that did not last long.
She missed her grandfather, who had sacrificed himself five years ago to end the war with the Red Fang Sith. She had been told, she remembered, that he had not always been the kind, gentle man that she had known since the amnesia. That he had been a ruthless, cruel and evil Dark Lord of the Sith, and had attacked her friends on more than one occasion. It didn't matter to her, if she was honest. Her grandfather had been nothing but kind, compassionate, caring and loving toward her and her sister, and there was nothing anyone could say that would change her opinion of him. He had been a man with a long, dark past, and did everything that he could to make up for it. To her, that's all that mattered.
She stopped walking when the astromech droid by her side started beeping and clicking. They were standing before a small souvenir shop, and in the window was something drew her attention immediately. It was a small model starship, of a Neubian N-1 Starfighter. It was so perfectly built and painted, it was as if someone had taking the actual starfighter and shrunk it down. This was her handiwork, she couldn't mistake it. She had made hundreds of these models, and had them hung in her room in the Jedi Enclave on Endor, before it was attacked and destroyed. She had no idea how it had gotten to Naboo, or where the others were, but she did know that she couldn't leave without it.
She gave the droid a pat on the top of it's dome, then walked inside the small shop. Briefly looking around, she went up to the counter and questioned the human girl working the till.
"Excuse me, that model N-1 Starfighter, where did you get it?"
The human girl looked towards the window where the model starship was on display, and then looked back at the Twi'lek with a frown.
"Oh, that was sold to us a few years ago. I have no idea who it was though, I wasn't working that day. Are you interested in it?"
The Twi'lek silently questioned herself on that. Should she reveal the origins of the model ship, or would that potentially draw unwanted attention toward herself and this human girl working in the shop. No, she would just purchase it and quickly move on.
"How much are you offering it for?"
The human girl quickly checked her records and looked back up at the Twi'lek.
"My manager has set it at one thousand credits, which is probably why we haven't sold it yet. Are you able to pay that?"
Without a word, the Twi'lek handed the human girl a credit chip worth two thousand credits, and then moved to collect her model ship. The human girl was stunned for a moment, but made no attempt to stop the Twi'lek, simply depositing the credit chip into her cash register.
She paused as she reached the post where the model ship was being displayed. Her friend used to fly this model, a long time ago. She used to help him fix it, since he had no mechanical skills to speak of. Of course, it didn't help that he also hadn't been great at flying it either. She had lost track of how many times he had almost completely wrecked his ship.
~Whoa! Hey! Get off me! Did I say you could shoot at me?~
~Ugh, Zalor! I thought I taught you how to fly!~
~This is why I /HATE/ flying!~
As far as she was aware, he never did get much better at flying. She glanced down at the astromech droid, nodding at it with a smile.
"You remember this ship right? I think you probably flew this ship more than he did."
The droid whistled softly as the Twi'lek placed her hand on it's dome. Zalor and Artoo had been a team for a long time before Tanara had met them, and the separation hadn't been easy for the astromech droid. The lethan Twi'lek turned away from the droid and gently picked up the model starship, placing it carefully in her backpack, holding the remainder of her belongings. She then gave a wave farewell to the human girl at the counter and left the store. Taking a moment to orient herself, she then continued on her way toward the inn, where she hoped her friend was hiding.
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Aug 21, 2016 21:30:29 GMT -8
Post by Tanara Ajahn on Aug 21, 2016 21:30:29 GMT -8
She strolled through the city for several hours before finally reaching her destination, in the Theed Square. She stopped outside the building and stared at it, her mind becoming lost in thoughts and memories. The astromech droid rolled faithfully to her side, coming close enough for her to rest her hand on it's dome. She looked down at her companion, remorse written across her face.
"I don't think I can do this Artooie. How can I face him again?"
The last time she had spoken to her dear friend, she had verbally torn him to shreds. She had been very emotionally unstable after the amnesia, and unfortunately released the full force of her anxiety, stress and pain, upon her friend.
~Okay, Tanara...just...take a deep breath. I know these past few weeks have been hell for you. I understand...~
~Don't you dare try to say that you understand what I go through. I'm tired of pretending to be alright! I'm tired of being unable to remember! I'm tired of not being able to understand!~
The astromech droid let out a low whistle, followed by some beeps and clicks. The Twi'lek gave the droid a weak smile and shook her head.
"You're right Artooie, he probably would just forgive me without a second thought. Okay, let's do this before I change my mind."
Taking a deep breath, she started forward into the inn, unsure of herself. She stepped into the lobby and began to look around the small, homely inn. It reminded her very much of the way her friend had decorated and organized his personal room in the Enclave. Her eyes eventually came into focus on the young man sitting at the front counter, focusing on the computer station there. She recognized him immediately, it was her friend. With her heart pounding, she moved up to the front counter. After a moment, she took a breath and addressed him.
"Hey stranger."
The moment he looked up at her and their eyes met, she couldn't help herself and threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him as tight as she could. She had missed him more than she thought.
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Aug 21, 2016 21:51:40 GMT -8
Post by Zalor Anneri on Aug 21, 2016 21:51:40 GMT -8
Zalor turned and looked at the young woman who had just approached the front desk - but he didn't get enough time to see who it was before...
"Hi! Welcome to....whoa!"
The young woman was squeezing him tightly. It was awkward, at first, but - suddenly Zalor realized - this was the source of the rift in the Force, the familiar presence he had been feeling all day. The presence was stronger than ever now that it was literally right next to him. He knew this woman. He studied the back of her head as she embraced him: red, Twi'lek, obviously Lethan, with long lekku - small in stature, and about his height, he guessed. He only knew one person who fit this description...
"T-Tanara?"
The last time he had seen her, well - she hadn't been in good spirits. The poor girl suffered from amnesia, after being tormented by a Force Demon, one which both Zalor and Nathrizim, formerly Negue Ragnos, the girl's grandfather, had tried to expel on numerous occasions. Even though they were eventually successful, she never seemed to fully recover. She was, however, an accomplished Jedi Shadow, the same as him. Although Zalor was more powerful and more skilled in combat, Tanara's skills were always better suited to more subtle approaches to her problems, and she was a skilled technician, hacker and repairman, much like her sister, Asha. Before the First Order attacked, she and her then fiancee, Vincent Darklighter, had taken on a top secret mission. They had left before Zalor, Asha, or their friends had a chance to say goodbye. They hadn't seen her since. Zalor had always hoped that, because neither she nor Vincent were present during the First Order's bombardment of the planet, that he would run across her again. Finally, it seemed, the day had arrived...
"By the Force - Tanara, it's...it's you!"
Zalor finally worked up the courage to hug her back, and tightly.
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Post by Tanara Ajahn on Aug 22, 2016 16:48:00 GMT -8
MusicEven after five years, her friend remained the same awkward human boy he had always been. After what seemed like forever, he finally returned the hug. He felt warm and comforting, as though no time had passed at all. His initial awkwardness, but genuine happiness at seeing Tanara, brought her memories of the first time they had spoken after she got amnesia...~Hi.~~Hey, Tanara........I'm sorry for everything that you've been through.~~There's nothing for me to forgive Zalor. I should be the one asking for forgiveness.~~Thank you, Tanara. But..ya' know, I can't really blame you for what happened.~Having finally been reunited with one of her dearest friends, she couldn't help but start crying. It had been so long, all the pain and guilt she had felt over the last five years came crashing to the surface. At the same time, she was so happy to see her friend again, that she started laughing at how silly it was for her to start crying.~So, what's our next move? Regroup and Rebuild, or Regroup and help with the infection thingy, or what?~~Well, Tanara...I think we should...~~Regroup?~~Haha. Yes, Asha.~She was sure Zalor was probably very confused at her crying and laughing at the same time, he always was pretty clueless around girls, though even she would admit it was pretty ridiculous."I missed you...so much Zal. There's...so many things...that I've wanted to say..."She had five years worth of catching up. Five years of questions. Five years of remorse and guilt. Her laughter ceased as she drew a breath to begin her apologies, tears still running down her face uncontrollably."I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. I never should have yelled at you like that. You didn't deserve it."As she clung to her friend, crying and apologizing, the blue and white astromech droid rolled into view of Zalor, beeping happily at seeing it's master again.
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Aug 22, 2016 19:57:59 GMT -8
Post by Zalor Anneri on Aug 22, 2016 19:57:59 GMT -8
She was apologizing? What for, Zalor thought. Tanara apparently had a better memory than Zalor did after five years, because Zalor couldn't think of a single thing she had done to him that would require an apology. Of course, Zalor knew he wasn't very good at that sort of thing.
Zalor smiled back at Tanara as he looked her square in the eye. He could feel tears of joy welling up inside him, but for her sake, he fought them back.
"W-what are you talking about? You don't need to apologize - it's been a long time! I'm...I'm just so glad to see you again, Tanara! I haven't heard from you in almost five years! How'd you find me?!"
Zalor, without thinking twice, reached over and handed Tanara a handkerchief from a drawer underneath the lobby's front counter. With his other hand, he dismissed the application on the holo-computer - work could wait. This was an old friend, and he was more than ready to hear about what sort of things Tanara had been up to since she'd been gone. The absence of Vincent Darklighter's presence didn't even bother him, not right away at least.
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Aug 25, 2016 19:30:58 GMT -8
Post by Tanara Ajahn on Aug 25, 2016 19:30:58 GMT -8
She gratefully accepted the handkerchief and attempted to wipe away the tears that had been pouring down her cheeks, though more still appeared. She wasn't surprised that Zalor didn't remember that she had yelled at him, tearing his emotional walls with ease. He had never been able to hold a grudge, a trait she admired in him.
"You really don't remember?"
She, unfortunately could no longer forget anything, and so relived that event every day, complete with regret and guilt.
~No you don't Zalor Anneri! You have no idea what these last few weeks have been like.....I still can't remember anything about my past! You have no idea what that's like.........~
Even if he had long since forgotten, she still needed him to forgive her. She knew he would, and clearly already had, but she desperately needed him to say it.
"I yelled at you, five years ago. I completely tore you down, even though you were just trying to help. And then I left before I could apologize to you. I'm sorry."
She then gave some thought to his other question. How did she find him? She wasn't entirely sure how to answer that. She hadn't really made any specific plans to find him, at least not until she wound up on Naboo.
"I just....I figured you'd be here, at home."
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Aug 26, 2016 20:00:26 GMT -8
Post by Zalor Anneri on Aug 26, 2016 20:00:26 GMT -8
Try as he might, Zalor couldn't remember what he and Tanara were arguing about that fateful day. He shot a saddened, remorseful look at Tanara, nonetheless.
"Oh. Well, I'm not mad. I forgive you."
So, Tanara had thought to come to Naboo to find Zalor. Zalor was surprised, and a bit worried; if Tanara, of all people, was the first to come to Naboo to specifically look for Zalor, then why hadn't the others done the same? Zalor knew Evan, Asha, Sayra, and even Oni-Li and the other three of the 'Padawan Crew' knew that Naboo was Zalor's home world. If they hadn't shown up, after three years, after all this time...where were they? What were they doing? Had something happened to them? Or, did they look elsewhere for Zalor? Maybe they were on Ord Mantell, where they had found Zalor's brother Wedge? Or, Bakura, Chris Nial's home world? Were they with the Azzameens at their home base near Nar Shaddaa? So many questions...
Zalor snapped back into reality. He was grateful that, at least, Tanara had come looking for him. He was happy to see her.
"Well..." Zalor shrugged his shoulders... "I'm home, indeed. And you found me. I'll be honest, though..." Zalor rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling embarrased. "I wasn't originally planning on staying here that long. I...I wanted to go find the others. See if everyone was okay. Things just...got complicated. It was easier just to stay. Tryn...heh...Tryn's been good to me since I came back. He gave me a job...I work here, now." Zalor tugged at the name badge attached to his fancy, business-like white shirt, which read 'Assistant Manager' underneath his name.
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Aug 30, 2016 15:05:19 GMT -8
Post by Tanara Ajahn on Aug 30, 2016 15:05:19 GMT -8
His words soothed her anxiety and pain, with feelings of warm relief moving through her veins like a gentle river. She could feel the ever present tension, caused by her anxiety and guilt, melting away. He forgave her, she could finally stop beating herself up with guilt and pain, and stop dwelling, finally able move on and focus on the future ahead of her. The happiness and joy she felt at finally apologizing to her friend brought forth a new batch of tears, and she had to hug him again. As she did so, she also laughed at how ridiculous she was being.
"Thank you Zalor.....heh, I'm a right mess, aren't I?"
After a long comforting hug, she pulled away and listened as he explained why he was still on Naboo. She honestly didn't blame him, everything had fallen apart with running and hiding being their only option. She was glad that he had found himself a job where he could still help people, even if it was just working an inn. This was the Zalor Anneri she knew, the man who just wanted to help, however he could.
"Same old Zalor, still in the business of helping people. And for the record, I always thought you looked better in Neubian style clothing than Jedi robes anyway."
The Twi'lek girl gently grabbed at the name tag, running her thumb along the top and right side of the badge. 'Assistant Manager' it said. A position of leadership, yet not the leader. That was how she remembered him from before. Her friend had natural leadership skills, and often took charge in many situations, yet he never actually held a real position of power. She looked back up at his face, finally with a warm and friendly smile.
"Assistant Manager, huh? I guess some things never change."
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Aug 30, 2016 20:06:26 GMT -8
Post by Zalor Anneri on Aug 30, 2016 20:06:26 GMT -8
'Some things never change,' she said. Zalor pondered the meaning of those words; he was a bit confused by them, at first. He paused awkwardly before speaking again, but before long, he finally understood. To her, and many of his other friends in the Shadows, he was always meant to be a leader, something which didn't necessarily appeal to him.
"Oh....heh - right." Zalor shifted uncomfortably in his shoes before shrugging his shoulders in defense.
"Well - see...I never asked to be assistant manager here at all. Tryn just...sorta...gave the position to me."
Zalor sighed sadly as he thought, once again, about the ailing Tryn and his sudden desire to hand the Ja'raak Inn over to Zalor, making him manager and owner of the establishment. Zalor wasn't sure he was ready for it yet. Zalor wanted to tell Tanara about the decision, but he wasn't sure if Tryn was ready for the decision to go public to the other employees yet. That, and Tanara had just dropped in to say. He wanted to focus on her and her droid companion...
Droid companion!
Suddenly, Zalor looked around for his former, trusty astromech.
"Wait - if you're here, then, where's..."
After only a couple seconds more, Zalor spotted the droid.
"Artoo!" Zalor nearly shouted as he dashed from behind the Inn's front counter to meet R2-D4. Zalor hadn't seen R2-D4 in over three years, and he was overjoyed to see him fully functional and well-cleaned, something that didn't surprise him in the least. He could trust that Tanara would take very good care of the droid, given her mutual affection for him.
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Sept 4, 2016 19:54:17 GMT -8
Post by Tanara Ajahn on Sept 4, 2016 19:54:17 GMT -8
The Twi'lek girl chuckled warmly as her friend said he never asked for his position. He had never asked for the responsibilities that had been heaped on him, but somehow he always managed to deal with it with incredible skill and maturity. She was sure that one day, he would step beyond the meager positions he held and become the leader that he was always meant to be.
"You never asked for any of your responsibilities, Zalor."
A large smile crossed Tanara's face as her friend suddenly lit up with pure joy at seeing his old droid companion mere feet away. She moved out of the way to allow her friend to rush to the droid's side, and swiftly followed. The astromech droid beeped and whirled as it's old master finally rushed to it's side.
"Artooie has been an amazing companion these last few years, I completely understand why you were so fond of him."
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Post by Zalor Anneri on Sept 4, 2016 21:24:09 GMT -8
Zalor immediately got down on his knees so he could be eye-level with R2. Indeed, there wasn't a scratch on him...Tanara had taken very good care of him. Although Zalor was sure R2 enjoyed his time with Tanara, he could tell that he had missed Zalor a lot. It was good to see him.
"Oh, Artoo - I've missed you too, buddy! I've really missed you! It's so good to see you!"
Without so much as giving a single thought as to who else might be watching, Zalor gave the droid a big hug. The droid seemed equally overjoyed, but through the beeps and whistles, Zalor could make out what the droid was trying to say.
"I know, ol' buddy! We're gonna have a lot to talk about, aren't we?"
Zalor let go of the droid long enough to turn and face the Twi'lek woman, still on his knees and with the biggest grin on his face. Even though he knew Tanara wouldn't neglect R2's care, Zalor knew he owed her one.
"Indeed. Tanara - thank you so much for taking care of him. As much as I missed having him around, at least I know he was in good hands. I'd hate myself if something ever happened to him - he's been the most reliable droid I've ever had."
Zalor breathed a sigh of relief, glad to see two of his old friends from Endor safe and sound. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him; he realized he had never gotten a clear response from either of them as to what caused them both to leave.
"So...what kind of mischief have you two been up to, anyway? You both went dark after you left - not a single message home."
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Post by Tanara Ajahn on Sept 5, 2016 16:16:14 GMT -8
The joy her friend expressed at being reunited with his old astromech droid was contagious, she couldn't help but smile and laugh. It had been a long time since she had felt this happy, she wanted to savor every moment. Then her friend started thanking her for taking such good care of the droid, as if it wasn't an assured thing. Tanara would never let anything happen to Artoo, and she certainly wouldn't ever let him fall into disrepair.
"Of course, as if I would ever let Artooie not be completely tuned up and cleaned."
Then came his questioning of her activities over the last five years. This was a topic that was harder for her to answer. Several of those years she had spent working for a secret organization, that she wasn't ever allowed to talk about, even to her closest friends. Not even her fiancee knew the details of those years.
"Well, for the first year or so, we were on Tatooine. We stayed with one of Vincent's old friends, who was the one that helped me when I went off to Tatooine the last time trying to find my brother. He and his Mandalorian girlfriend taught me a lot, including how to speak Mando'a.....I can't really talk about the years that followed though, classified stuff, you understand. This last year, we just traveled from planet to planet, exploring and sight-seeing. For the last couple months though, Vincent has been doing a mercenary job that meant we had to split up, so it's just been me and Artooie."
She missed her fiancee dearly, and hoped that he would eventually holocall her to tell her that he was finished and they could be together again. It had been a difficult couple months without the love of her life, which if not for her droid companion, would've driven her to despair. This thought swiftly drained her happiness away, leaving her feeling melancholy.
"Zal, since I got amnesia.....I haven't been able to forget anything...and I can recall my memories with perfect clarity...if it wasn't for Artooie, I don't know what I would've done....He's pulled me out of my memories before I drowned more times than I can count. So thank you, for saving me from myself by letting me have Artooie."
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