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Rock Bottom

Post by Jacobi Wylcott » Tue Apr 23, 2019 9:43 pm

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Awkward didn’t even begin to explain the situation.

Once the Star’s Delight got far enough from Jakelia they’d make their escape into lightspeed and then they’d exited shortly after at a distance extremely far from any civilized space and there they sat in the endless void. Silent - unmoving - awkward.

Tormentous had left the cockpit and he staggered himself into the medical ward without so much as a word and not even a glance in Warvanus’ direction. He was trying to process everything that had transpired and that alone was a daunting task if there ever was one. From his betrayal and near-death to revival at Silas’ machinations to the battle onboard the Talon to the imprisonment and fight on Jakelia - it had been a nightmarish blur that he could barely understand let alone sort out correctly. He wanted to hate Warvanus and easily enough he could - but part of him did not desire this and that was a large part of his thought process.

In the ward he found new bandages for his burst stomach wound, the crusty scab was bleeding in many places and hurt terribly - the painkillers had been a welcome thing. The cuts on his body were many and he shot them with some instant-clotting agent foam - he cared nothing for the scars they’d leave so he did not try to sew them up. Also feeling dizzy he had the medical suite inject his body with some sustainment plasma which was enough artificial blood to keep his blood pumping correctly and him from passing out due to its thin presence.

Set with enough self awareness now he left the medical ward and went to the nearest refresher and got himself a nice hot shower. The caked and dried blood was hard to get off but once he did he felt much better overall. Exiting - he pilfered himself a simple black body glove and a cloak which he pulled the hood over his head with out of a habit of comfort more than anything. Looking in the mirror he noticed that his left eye was no longer the glowing acid yellow orb it normally was but it had faded away and now held a crystal blue - the original coloration had returned and as well his usual pale form was slightly more flushed and his veins were sunken back to a more natural state - as well his features didn’t look so bedraggled but more alive and healthy but only just as he’d been without the Dark Side of the Force for but a few days and the reversing visuals were not fully embraced as of yet.

Still exhausted he managed himself out of the refresher and into the kitchenette where he established himself some of the first hot foot he’d had since Moraband and plenty of water though he found a bottle of whiskey and seized that too for a bit of intoxication could do wonders to dull the pain he was in right now.

Finally after all these things he got to the main chamber and with some oil on an old rag he went about meticulously cleaning the sword he carried. The blood and scoring across its surface was severe - such was the battle he’d just survived.

Now with everything settled he was ready to confront Warvanus. Much of him wanted to go at the man’s throat right off yet much more of him wanted to just know what in the world was going on. There was just too much information going on that he was having trouble keeping up. Realistically he was also extremely exhausted and without the Force to sustain him he was feeling the toll taken from many hours without proper nourishment and sleep in conjunction with severe wounds throughout.

Before the confrontation could get underway though it was Kieran that broke the silence as he stormed into the chamber and saw Warvanus. He wasn’t overly hostile - his mission had concluded - but he was also no fool and he knew when something big was going down. “Alright.” He spat, “just what in the name of the Stygian Caldera is going on here?” He showed the data requested, “You get me my information and then change the mission on a whim to save some prisoner? Who is this guy? And for that matter who the frakk are you!?” His expression was pleading as he desperately wanted to learn the mysteries that assailed him. “You’re a Force User obviously and a powerful one at that!”

Instantly Kieran thought to contact Kinta and inform her to the existence of such a potency Force Wielder. Perhaps he could be useful to her. He knew not these things, only the things he could see and this guy - Akk 3 - was a powerful man.

This entire time, Tormentous sat in silence cleaning his sword to a spotless shine and he occasionally glanced up to see Warvanus. So many questions needed answering still. He mainly wanted to know why.

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Re: Rock Bottom

Post by Kell Sangros » Wed Apr 24, 2019 7:19 pm

When the Star’s Delight was safely away, Warvanus went and got his minor injuries attended to by the Medical droid, he also grabbed a meal, and clipped his lightsaber to his belt. He was aware of what Tormentous was doing on board his ship, but given what the Former Dark Lord went through he gave him his privacy. Timing would be everything. He had also sent a communique to Kinta Vetasa to make contact with him as soon as possible.

He then sat in the lounge, and from the corner of his eye watched as Tormentous was sharpening his blade. He could sense the confusion and conflict in the man. As well as the murderous intent, it was to be expected, but in truth if it came to that in his current state he could snap his neck with just a thought. But he needed him, and killing him would only weaken the Sith. Before he could say a word to Tormentous, Kieran had come in. He listened with some form of amusement. He never changed the mission, he did what he was hired to do. He rose from his seat and made his way to the dispenser where he had kept a bottle of various alcohols, he had a bottle of Naboo Blossom wine, Mandalorian wine, Whiskey from various worlds, he noticed Tormentous had taken one of the bottles, “Good taste” he thought to himself, as he took a bottle of the Mandalorian Wine and opened the cork.

It was not an exquisite drink but one for a warrior much like how Whiskey was. He took a swig from the bottle and then addressed Kieran first. He was slightly amused.

I told you my name is Kell but the truth of me as it were is Warvanus, I am a Sith Lord and you have measured correctly that I am a powerful one at that.” With that he stole a glance at Tormentous He took a another swig from the bottle before continuing

This” he gestured towards Tormentous “Is Tormentous” He looked at Kieran “What’s going on is, I did your mission, you wanted data, but I was not going to let him rot in a GA friendly cell when I was so close” he took another swig what he would say next was mostly for Tormentous’ ears

I rescued him, for a couple of reasons” he said now facing both men “Some are selfish, some are for the betterment of my order” by that he was referring to the Order of the Sith Lords. “First the selfish ones” looking at Tormentous “I rescued you because I made a mistake, and like you I too was cast aside. As you were being taken from your stronghold I laid under a rubble inching closer and closer to death. If it were not for my own apprentice Kinta Vetasa I would have surely died in what was your stronghold. I rescued you because I made a mistake on the side I chose, I rescued you because no matter what you did not deserve to be subjected to such treatment. I rescued you because nobody was brave or strong enough in the order to even think about it. What I did was not ordered by the Usurper, it was not sanctioned. By my actions could hurt the alliance that Blood had made with the Imperials, I took it upon myself to deliver you from your bondage, I will not rest until you have been restored to your rightful place

He took another swig from the bottle the rest of what he had to say was for Tormentous’ ears alone, Redemption was not a word in the Sith vernacular but in the end that is what he sought from the man who introduced him to the Dark Side.

He then looked at Kieran again “Now I think its time you told me just exactly who you are and who you work for” he was not fooled and the time for charades was over.
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Re: Rock Bottom

Post by Jacobi Wylcott » Wed Apr 24, 2019 8:45 pm

’Sith Lord…’

The word shot through Kieran like a knife and he went ice cold. Had he just come upon a rival of his own lord? Was he in the presence of one of Kinta’s foes? Did Kell - he corrected himself - Warvanus know who he was and using him to get close to Kinta? He had no idea but what he did know was that he had suddenly been tossed into a situation in which he was at a great disadvantage. Knowing for a fact he couldn’t overtake a Lord of the Sith nor could he if even Akk 2 was with him, he decided to keep his mouth shut and hope that Warvanus would forget he was even there.

When Kieran was informed of the identity of the Dark Lord he looked upon the wounded man with awe which turned into confusion and then disbelief. The occurrences were not within Kieran’s realm of understanding as he was ignorant to what the Wall of Light was and for that matter even how the Force worked. Surely though he didn’t believe that this hot mess was the most dangerous man in the galaxy. He looked and presented himself as a very deadly warrior in his own right as sure enough as he saw him fighting Mandalorians with his bare hands, but he was no Dark Lord of the Sith. As much as he thought into this - he kept his thoughts silent.

Amber and very potent whiskey swirled in the bottle as Tormentous took down another drag, it burned well and didn’t take very long to light his belly on fire. It felt good. He was too early along to become inebriated and so he referred back to Warvanus with half disgust, half intrigue. Setting the bottle to the deck he lifted his sword and kept cleaning it with great care, the etching in the steel was expressly difficult to clear of the gunk of combat but it gave him something to detach himself to as the events just kept raining down on him - including the final piece of this puzzle - his own failure.

He listened to everything Warvanus had to say and he was moved by it. Portions of his mind wanted to snap and shout at him for displaying weakness or disloyalty. One thing stopped him - he had no power here, no authority. Warvanus clearly did not serve him any longer and for all Tormentous knew he was just doing this to gain Tormentous as a tool and use him in some attempt on Blood. Warvanus had betrayed him - that trust wasn’t there. If he wanted Tormentous to even consider the depth and implication of what he was saying then he would need to prove that he wasn’t here just to toy with him. Granted the effort he went through to free him had been extensive - but it still didn’t show much other than a desire to harm the Galactic Alliance and the Jedi Coalition’s standing.

Glaring up at Warvanus he couldn’t take any more, he snapped back at Warvanus “What I did or didn’t deserve is not your place to decide. My fate is an echo of failure - I didn’t see your treachery,” he got to his feet and pointed angrily at the Lord before him - Kieran watched with his mouth open in astonishment at how bold Tormentous was to stand in the face of a Sith Lord and talk to him as if he had something to say - Tormentous dropped his hand in resignation, “I didn’t see Blood’s.” He felt sadness well up within him and he was frustrated to not be able to soak this emotion inward and use it to fuel his power.

Most of all though Tormentous was recognizing something real. He’d not just been beaten down and stripped of the Force but he’d been sold to the highest bidder by Blood. Was it irony that was meeting him half way or the Dark Side of the Force getting even with some sick sense of humor. He had no idea but he didn’t appreciate it.

He moved back to the seat and sat, tagging another long gulp of the amber liquid and savoring it a while. Looking back to Warvanus he nodded in acceptance - he understood something - as much as he wanted to hate Warvanus for what he’d done - Warvanus had only done what he’d thought to be right not just for himself but the Sith. Was it right? Tormentous didn’t know or care but he’d made a call of initiative - there was merit in that.

Still more - he understood that in doing what he’d just done now he had betrayed Blood and he would be considered a renegade if word of this got out. Irony again reared its ugly head. Warvanus was in the same boat here as Tormentous. He took a deep breath and exhaled, processing everything was still a near impossibility. He also shook his head in response to Warvanus’ statement about restoration. “No,” he said, “there is no going back.”

He let the silence sink in a moment - a good long moment. “Not yet anyways. I’ve got training to do. Contacts to make. I need to relearn what it means to be a Warrior - not just a king.” He looked at the sword in his hands, “I need to remember what the sacrifice feels like.” Looking back to Warvanus his eye had lost the helpless look and was replaced with determination and a fire he’d lost long ago. “I need to remember my purpose and why I must do the things that I do lest I fall back on the hard lessons I just learned. Things need to change - but they won’t change unless I learn why they need changed.”

“Then - obviously, the Wall of Light must be reversed or these lessons learned and the course I take to get there is for nothing.” He flexed his fist as he thought. He turned to Warvanus and nodded though he also pointed again, “I should kill you for what you did, but it looks like we’re in this together so we may as well bury the hatchet and get on with it.” His pointed finger opened and he extended his hand to Warvanus. They still had a long way to go before Tormentous would trust him, but first thing was first - they desperately needed this basic understanding of what they had to do - otherwise they’d not be able to sleep at night as they wondered if the other would come and slit the other’s throat.

A hundred questions roiled through Kieran’s mind and he could only come to one conclusion - he would die before he gave her away but he did not hold the same loyalty to the Krath. He unfolded the weather jacket he wore and from the shirt underneath he displayed a shining pin poised on the collar - the jagged star of the Krath.

“I am Kieran Reyes, Agent of the Krath.” He swallowed hard, “I serve the High Priest and am here to see that the martial prowess of my organization grows with the induction of Mandalorian outcasts.”

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Post by Kell Sangros » Thu Apr 25, 2019 2:29 pm

He turned his attention back to Tormentous , truth was he too had been duped, Blood had played on his emotions at the feeling of abandonment. He had played him like everybody else, it was his nature what angered the War-Bringer was he was duped.

When you went into seclusion to study the higher mysteries of the Dark Side” he began “I felt as if my Master had abandoned me, it angered me, I had felt lost without your guidance, Blood took me in and he twisted it to his own ends.” He paused “Only in time as I grew in power that it was a test and in the absence of formal training I had successfully wrestled several secrets from the Force, I kept to your mandate to me, I studied, and trained, everything I did was for those ends. When the time came, I made the wrong choice but yet, in that you still taught me much” he paused he wondered if he knew the lesson he parted to him but did not give him the chance. “You taught me that despite my growing power and my continued ascent towards Mastery that I still had much to learn. And in that lesson I weighed it against what Blood had taught me, and in the end I realized the choice I made was wrong, I accept it, I own it and I will grow stronger for it” with that last sentence he balled his hand into a fist as a brief silence lingered in the air.

Failure is the greatest of teachers” he said after a moment “I don’t think you need to remember how to be a warrior, you demonstrated master prowess, but I will help you, remember what it is to be a warrior, and to be a King and in anyway I can” He knew they had a long way to go but this was a start He took his hand and shook it. Their partnership reforged.

Once you find the knowledge you seek, you will be re-born, re-forged, and more powerful and if people feared you before they will experience a new level of real fear once you have come back into your power, and I will help you every step of the way, Blood will seek both our heads if and when he learns of what has happened. We will find you sanctuary where you can study, train, and wait out the effects of the Wall of Light. You are not a void in the Force so Kenboi did not permanentely strip you of your powers, " he had suspected Kenobi as he was the only Jedi he had ever met that was powerful enough for such a technique." I suspect you have only been temporarily deafened to it. And you are right I do deserve death for my role in your dethronement , and when you come to your rightful place if you feel I still need death then I will willingly succumb to it, as I would die contently knowing you again rule the Sith, but It is my hope that my role in your reascendency will outweigh the mistakes” He took a swig from the bottle again he really liked this Mandalorian wine. “Time will tell

He turned back to Kieran as he spoke and brandish the mark of the Krath, it was one he recognized, as he had studied Lore.
The Krath have been extinct for millennia after the Fallen Jedi Ulic Qel Droma” he said, if they had indeed arisen, could they be instrumental for the designs he had for the Sith? “And who is this High Priest you speak of? Is this where you have laid the course of my ship to?” He was not angry at the idea of this, if anything could he be steering them to a valuable tool to use ? The Force offered no answers.

He looked again at Tormentous, studying his reaction to the mention of the Krath, he knew that he had heard of them because of his affinity for Sith history, then turned back to Kieran and the one known as Akk-2 addressing him he spoke

And what is your name?” as an idea began to form in the mind of the War-Bringer
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Re: Rock Bottom

Post by Jacobi Wylcott » Wed May 08, 2019 3:28 pm

Tormentous remained silent for a time, Warvanus had expressed his regret in the failures and mistakes he’d been forced to suffer through and in time the former Dark Lord of the Sith began to remember that he’d never condemned failure before. Many Sith Lords of the past would punish failure by execution - Tormentous had never done such a thing. As ruthless as he was he never executed as a result of failure. Punishment was surely a thing, but termination was not. He had to use that here - Warvanus was not to suffer death but he was to suffer for his sins through the road of redemption. Yes, death was not the result of failure. Growth was. They would both grow stronger from their mistakes and they would both see more clearly from their failures.

“No my lord.” Kieran responded. “With the data you’ve captured I now have the location of Mandalore’s largest penal colony that plays host to death row inmates. I’ve set course for there.” He looked awkward for a moment, realizing immediately that he was no longer in control and that he was standing in the presence of men far greater than he. “If you would permit, lord. I’ve still a mission to accomplish. The Krath need manpower and with willing Mandalorians we can create an elite corps of militiamen. It would go far to further the cause. As for the identity of the High Priest - I do not know. There is much mystery surrounding the hierarchy of the Krath. Secrecy is our watchword.”

Akk 2 removed his helmet at the behest of Warvanus and stepped forward, “My name is Dhune, Arren Dhune. If its all the same, sir, I’m still under contract of,” he paused and looked to Kieran who he thought was a man named Haran under a security outfit, “him, for another job. I’d like to stay on and see this through.”

Through the time that the other conversations were conducting themselves Tormentous managed to sort things out and he stood up, turning to the three before him. “Time will tell indeed, until then we have work to do. If the Krath are a militia arm and if they focus on intelligence then they are an asset. We will help you Kieran and get your bodies - on one condition. You get us an audience with the Krath.”

Seeing the opportunity for what it was Kieran nearly jumped on it. Recruiting a Sith Lord and this other man meant the mission was almost guaranteed of victory. “Then we have a deal.” Kieran moved to the terminal and began working with the controls. An image appeared of an asteroid. “Rock Bottom. The Mandalorian Sector’s most notorious prison housing the deadliest outcasts and criminals the entire Sector can produce. Its full of cutthroats and hardened men with nothing to lose. If we can give them a purpose, their lives back, something to guide them - then we have a ready roster of manpower just waiting to be tapped into.”

“How long until we arrive?” Tormentous inquired.

“Three hours. Though due to your condition I recommend that we conduct surveillance on the prison for a few days, let your body recover and by the time you’re on your feet again we’ll have all the intelligence we need to bust Rock Bottom wide open.”

Nodding in agreement through a clenched jaw, Tormentous moved passed the group. “I’ll hit the bacta tank then.” He looked to Warvanus and nodded, “It’s going to be a long road.”

He moved into the medical bay and climbed into the tank for some much needed healing and rest.

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Post by Kell Sangros » Wed May 08, 2019 4:23 pm

One thing about Warvanus was he never wallowed in his failures, he always took their lessons, and the anger at his own short comings and transformed it into power. Everybody experienced failure, it was a good teacher and through the course of his training he had experienced a few of them. But it was those lessons that made him stronger for it, it would either temper him or consume him. He optd for the first choice.

He listened to Kieran’s explanation and then heard Tormentous give his consent. He was right the Krath could be an asset. Though not knowing the identity of the High Priest was a bit disconcerting. He still had not heard from his apprentice yet. He had not sensed her death in the Force so she was alive but at the same time he did not sense her at all. He liked the idea of maybe going into another fight, but this time he would be more prepared. Though slaughter was not their objective. He would go along with this.

He then turned his attention to Dhune he studied him “You did well in the field and when your employ is complete with Kieran, I could have use of an able bodied warrior such as yourself” He nodded at Dhune with approval.

When Tormentous announced he was going to the med bay for a bacta tank soak he bowed his head in acknowledgement. He watched him leave the room, the Krath looming more and more on his mind. He looked at Kieran again after a long moment KL-PK1 interrupted him

Master” he began “A communiqué is coming through for you

Warvanus arched an eyebrow, patch it here

A hologram of his apprentice Kinta Vetasa appeared it was not a live transmission but one previously recorded there was no sound and from time to time the hologram would shimmer as if signal disruption. Then suddenly it dissipated as if something was jamming it. He looked at Kieran whom he was sure saw the image of his apprentice wondering if he just sensed something from him.
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Re: Rock Bottom

Post by Jacobi Wylcott » Tue May 14, 2019 5:08 pm

Tormentous got himself set up into the bacta tank and as the healing fluids covered him from head to toe he felt the tingling burns set in. Already it felt better. As the bacta filled the tank he breathed in deeply to the tubes, the recycled oxygen was of little difference but he was more concentrated on sorting out the last few days - so much had happened and so much was now presenting itself once again for him. He was free from his chains, but he was not free of his bonds. As the darkness seeped in to sweep him from consciousness he knew it would not be a pleasant rest - and then the nightmares came.

Spotting the image of the woman he had pledged himself to, her image flickering and dying away in a shower of static and pulsing backwash, his heart skipped a beat and his internal emotions erupted with the fear of worry and the urge to rush to her aid. Secrecy held him in check - he would not consciously give her up - subconsciously though through emotions it was not of his capability to hide anything from a Sith Lord. He held recognition of her face, a present knowledge of the person and this familiarity was an emotion Warvanus likely would pick up on.

Otherwise, Kieran swallowed hard and stifled his outward concern, covering it with expert temperance, he was a rock in the wind - an unmovable object. On the outside. The next thoughts on his mind was how this Sith Lord knew Kinta! On first impressions he had thought to help her subjugate this man to bolster her strength in the Sith Order - now he wasn’t sure what was going on. If she knew of this man already then what was their relationship? Were they partners? Master and Apprentice? Lord and slave? For a split second he flinched at this thought and imagined ways to kill Warvanus to free Kinta from slavery, the most likely approach was to wait until he was sleeping and cut his throat. He had to fight these thoughts away, there was no need to jump so quickly to conclusions.

“Looks like some interference.” He pointed out, reaching to the holoterminal and adjusting some dials. The message seemed to solidify for a moment but ultimately it washed out again. “It isn’t on our end. Probably the sender is having equipment issues,” he paused in legitimate thought, “or honestly any number of things from being in an area with disruptive transmission waves to jamming.” He looked to Warvanus and shrugged, “We’ve no real way of knowing at this time.”

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Re: Rock Bottom

Post by Kell Sangros » Tue May 14, 2019 6:51 pm

The freighter became what felt like a nexus of emotional energy, he picked up one spike from the medbay where Tormentous had gone to immerse himself in bacta. The other from the man who was known as Kieran. He would deal with Kieran in a bit, but first he went to the medbay.

Entering the medbay he saw Tormentous immersed in the healing fluids of bacta, such a strong emotional current running through the revered warrior, the man who at one time was his Master. They were linked somehow, as their paths had once again crossed. Almost in the same fashion as their first meeting but this time Warvanus was the Master, and Tormentous was the injured one. The Dark Side had a sense of humor indeed.

Do you remember the last mission you sent me on?” he began knowing he could be heard “You sent me to tattoine to assassinate a woman, a peasant who lived in a nomadic settlement. You had told me that after this mission that my commitment to the Dark Side would be complete through this sacrifice. Of course I had no idea what you meant by that at the time” he paused as if looking at something on his hands “Somehow you knew that this woman was my wife, and that the nomadic settlement had one time been my home, at the time I had no memory of it of course.” He looked up into the tank now “As I infiltrated the encampment I learned that my wife lingered there still, that I had left her to go to Bestine in grief for the loss of our son, and that an explosion robbed me of my memories, but somehow she thought I came back to her. She learned otherwise when I told her who I now was, and even as I drove my blade through her heart she did not understand why she needed to die. I of course had a brief moment of conflict, I almost stayed with her but in the end the Dark Side won” he paused his look no longer nostalgic but now serious “You taught me a valuable lesson that day, you taught me that these attachments only weaken us, that her life was static compared to me who walks in the current of the Force, it was indeed a sacrifice and I never got to thank you for teaching me such a valuable lesson so early in my apprenticeship” He would get the point of the story, Warvanus felt no regret , it had been a turning point in his training. He had been accepted by the Dark Side then. “As I felt the approval of the Dark Side I decided to murder every inhabitant and burn the village to the ground. I remember thinking as I watched that you would have been pleased” Attachments were a potential weakness. The Jedi had mostly that tenant right but for the wrong reasons. He did not expect Tormentous to inject anything but if anything he would realize that Warvanus had come a very very very long way since those days on the Maleovent .

He left the medbay and found Kieran still there “So tell me” he began as he grabbed the bottle of Mandalorian wine and taking a swig from the bottle. “This woman means something to you” It was not a question but a statement. “ I sensed a strong emotional spike when her image appeared, how did you meet Kinta Vetasa?” They had some time and with Tormentous healing he had some time to kill. He suspected someone was jamming her communiqué on her end. But as he waited for a response from Kieran, the projector came to life again, this time there was nothing blocking the transmission.

Master” she said as she bowed her head “I am pleased to report that I have secured the knowledge on holocrons that you seek, and an opportunity for you to further your power base, Can you meet me on Teta?” With that the image disappeared, it was pre-recorded or she would have seen Kieran and imagined the conversation would have gone very differently.

“KL” he called “How long would it take to get to the Teta system?” After a few moments he called back “A couple hours Master

He looked at Kieran, wondering if they should alter course or keep it and scope out this prison, while Warvanus was in command here, he did recognize wise council when he heard it.
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