Fandom In A Galaxy Far Far Away...

[Phantom9786]

The galaxy is at the brink of war. Alliances between all factions are uneasy. Everywhere in the galaxy people are preparing for the worst. A republic transport crusier makes its way back from Balmorra after delivering much needed supplies to the freshly developed arms factories there. Balmorra is a dry rocky world covered in deadly creatures, Factories, and home to many. Well until recently that is... Balmorran resistance leaders have begun to lean towards imperial support, which has complicated government affairs. With all the military occupants many parts of the planet are restricted. Meanwhile the rest of the planet seems to be running as usual; Cantanas filled with all sort of disreputable peoples, citizens continuing their work in the factories. As well as the resistance continuing their fight, and the Republic and Empire both trying to win them over.

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[ZuluSlayer]

Balmorra was more than a strategic resource: it was the last pebble that was about shift the delicate balance between peace or war. It wasn't obvious, but there was an atmosphere of tension and fear that was ready to burst like a bubble. The Republic and the Sith eyed each other, mustering their armies for a war. On the sidelines, Mandalore and the Hutts were ready to swoop in. And caught in between were the innocent masses.

Magnus knew that this rock would be the explosive catalyst. And if he could be in the right place when this all went down, he could make much gains. Magnus was here for the factories, the people, and most importantly, information. Already he had a number of Blood of Dragon blockade runners ready to shuttle equipment and citizens into the Outer Rim,l. Information, though, would have to be gathered the old fashioned way.

He sat in the corner of a cantina, listening to local gossip and tidbits of news. The tensions in the Outer Rim, some Mandolorian arriving. Nothing big right now, but he could wait...

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Out of all the planets that Tern had visited in his life as a Mandalorian, Balmorra would be ranked second best by him. Why? He liked the scenery, the fauna proved to be excellent for hunting and the tension that surged through the air like electricity suited the young Mando'ade. A short time ago Tern took up a hunting job about some Balmorran metal parasites, they were plaguing the Balmorrans because of their voracious appetite for metal so they paid well for their extermination; during this time a local asked him about his thoughts on the matter, the reply from the warrior was dismissive as he didn't really care much about either side.

Tern was dragging two wingmaw carcasses to a cantina, they weren't heavy but the next time someone asks him to bring back the full bodies he'll have to remember to take a hovercart with him. The Rodian client waited for the hunter outside the establishment. Unfortunately for our young Mando, the fish stick Rodian didn't have the payment so Tern repaid him by breaking his right arm and calling him a mir'osik.

After that disappointing exchange, he entered cantina. He sweeps the area, noting how most were just the usual brand of mercenaries, lowlives, and other dastardly characters but some of them stood out like that fellow with the green eyes sitting in the corner. While the people were interesting, Tern didn't really care right now as he had to figure out the next hunting job. The bartender told him when he sat down at the counter. "How's about we don't cause any more trouble?" Obviously referring to the screaming Rodian outside. A T-shaped glare was shot at the bartender causing him to back off.

(Sidenote: Mir'osik lit. means shit/dung for brains.)

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

A tension could be felt in the force, spanning the entire planet. It felt like weight to Eberron as he and his apprentice approached the dive that was a cantina. This was further confirmed as the pained screams of an unfortunate Rodian as he wallowed in his own urine clutching what appeared to be a thoroughly broken arm. The Warden simply smiled under his mask, nodding towards the structure. "This appears to be the right place for a drink my apprentice." He said, opening the door and stepping in without waiting for Tweogan to respond.

Stepping inside, the interior further confirmed his assessment. The place was a complete dive. Which suited the Valha just fine. Taking a quick survey of the room, he could see folk of all backgrounds, simply trying to relax or drown themselves in liqueur to forget. Each had a story, but the one that interested the Warden the most, was a lone Mandalorian seated at the counter. Nodding towards the figure, the Force Warden Paladin made his way over, looking over the warrior's armour, and recognizing a very familiar clan emblem. Ordo... What are the odds of that? He thought, taking a seat beside the Beskar clad warrior. "Mandallian Narcolethe, Two." He said to the bartender ordering for both himself and his apprentice. Without preamble, he then turned to the Mando'ade, his face unreadable under his mask. "Meg cuyir gar ganar burc'ya?" The Warden asked, his accent tinged with that of the outer rim, particularly those from Mustafaar. "Narir va mirdir ni malyasa'yr haa'taylir a'uym ad be Ha'yr Ordo"


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*Translation 1: "What are you having friend"
*Translation 2: "Didn't think I would see another son of Clan Ordo."

 

[Zotar]

"This appears to be the the right place for a drink my apprentice."

Tweogan wasn't given time to voice his disagreement.
Master Akios ever so casually walked past the injured Rodian and left his apprentice mystified. Eight years of apprenticeship to Master Eberron Akios should have prepared Tweogan for the kind of atmosphere that the Valha enjoyed, and it did to some degree. He was trained to be ready for trouble. Still, he wondered why they so often sought out the places where trouble made its nest. Tweogan enjoyed a good fight, but he felt compassion for the poor fools that crossed paths with him and his Master.

Shifting his focus back to the moment, Tweogan followed Master Akios into the cantina. Wearily, he allowed the Force to widen his perception, taking in the dive and its erstwhile occupants. He could not ignore his master's immediate attention to a mercenary at the bar, nor discount the ripples of an approaching wave in the Force. Something was coming, and Master Akios was leading Tweogan right into the thick of it.

Tweogan wondered if this was by design. Why here, now?

Without a word, he perched on a seat next to his master and nodded to the barkeep. While Eberron and the Mandelorian exchanged pleasantries, he would listen politely, keep a lookout for trouble and maybe even cover the bill as a courtesy.

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[Worthlessplebian]

The black caped Mandalorian sat there with his arms crossed on the counter, his twin blasters dangled at his hips just barely obscured by the cape. Inside his head the Mando was running through options about how he could acquire more credits. His first option was to go to the bounty boards but they mostly contained bounties about criminals, the few that were about beasts didn't pay well. His second option was putting out a notice amongst the Balmorran populous but that seemed shameful. His third option was just hunting at random and selling off the parts that seemed viable but also risky.

Before he could decide on which option seemed ideal, two walking pieces of Mythosaur excrement walked up behind him. The first one by the way he walks seemed older and quite eager by the way he paced over to the counter then sat down. The other one seemed quite younger but not without training. An internal sigh was released as the Mandalorian knew this would be a hassle.

"Mandallian Narcolethe, Two"

A Mandallian Narcolethe? Well, he seems to know his drink but the young one probably can't handle the potency, the Mando thought.

Then the stranger spoke to him and asked what was he having after which he asked what a son of Ordo was doing here. That mildly ticked off the Mando causing him to reply."Usenye" After he said that it took less than a second for the realization to set in that the stranger was speaking Mando'a. Tern snapped his head towards the stranger so fast it was likely to snap off his neck. The stranger wore red and black attire with supposedly a beskar helmet judging by the sheen."Tion'ad cuyir gar?" The individual had gotten Tern's full undivided attention."Gar cuyir jorhaa'ir Mando."

(Translations: Usenye - Go away. Tion'ad cuyir gar? - Who are you? Gar cuyir jorhaa'ir Mando - You are speaking Mandalorian)

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[ArchAngelLexi]

Pythonissa had recently arrived on Balmorra in search of an artifact. Specifically one of Tulak Hord's artifacts, a holocron which was used to help him conquer the Dromund system. But she knew it wouldn't be easy with Balmorra being backed by the Republic and the tension on the planet from the resistance and war across the galaxy just on the horizon.

Not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to herself she took every precaution. Of course using mask presence. But also using the Sith alchemist mask technique she changed herself into a simple human. Not being an easy technique she took her time. Feeling satisfied with her craftsmanship she mad her way made her way into town to speak with the locals.

Pythonissa spent a good few hours exploring the area. Every so often she'd stop a passerby or speak to a shopkeep to ask if they've see and weird happenings in the area. While most people just spoke of the rebellion or the looming war.

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

"Shi a Si'kahya drala kaysh rar'a'yr, bal srava'ya at gal'gala burc'ya." He replied with a bit of mirth. Carefully as to not set off the Mando'ade into thinking he was about to attack, he reached up and removed his mask with a pressurized hiss before removing it. The mandalorian was met with hard lavender eyes that one could tell had seen combat, and ashen white skin blemished by some scars and burns. "Asas par biai Ni jorhaa'ir gar lalat, Ni cuyir e'lyrea bic, ba'hak va sarcahye gtea'ye, de ner vod Scarn Ordo." He continued before switching to galactic basic. "He and I found each other stranded on an abandoned Sith world roughly five years ago. Believe it or not, we were about to kill one another when we were surrounded by Hssiss."

His story was interrupted when the bartender came by with his and his apprentice's drinks. "Please friend, I'm buying this round, so take your pick." He added before taking a pull on the potent drink, before releasing a pleased sigh as the alcohol started to work it's way into his system. "If it were any other circumstance we'd have been fucked, but the both of us were in an advantageous position with our backs to the wall. You ever fight a Hssiss in melee combat? It ain't easy, but sure as hell made for a fun challenge." The warden continued, slapping some credits on the counter, before turning to face the mando'ade fully. "Eberron Akios, friend" He said introducing himself and offering his hand to the warrior. "And this is my apprentice Tweogan Ventus"

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*"Just a Warden training his apprentice, and offering to buy you a drink friend."
*"As for how I speak your tongue, I was taught it, although not perfectly fluent, by my brother/buddy Scarn Ordo."

 

[Phantom9786]

The atmosphere was just like any other day, patrons came and went from shops, The local authorities, or rather resistance fighters policing the area, break up the usual scuffle at the trade market, a faint sun glimmers over the mountains. Its getting late in the day, People start to head indoors because on Balmorra the night brings with it more opportunity for those with hidden agendas.... A holonet frequency is released planet wide, "A large bounty placed on Galen Barr and must be brought in Alive, Bounty Payout is 500,000 Credits" End Transmission.. The Town is Still, Everyone knows but no one is prepared....

 

[Zotar]

Tweogan sipped his drink carefully. It was strong, and the apprentice winced, but he allowed the sip to linger in his mouth. There was a sultry richness under the unbearable bitterness.
Pain fades but experience remains. He wouldn't finish the drink. It wouldn't do to numb up his nerves in the present situation.

He nodded nodded when his master told the story.

Eberron finished introductions, and Tweogan greeted the stranger, meeting his eyes. "K'oyacyi!" ("Cheers!") It was one of the few Mando'a phrases he knew. He raised his drink and took another sip. He would ask his master to teach him more later.

As he set down his glass again, Tweogan caught sight of a human sitting at a corner table. Very little stood out about that one's attire or his looks. He was bald, nondescript except for a few scars. Another battle-hardened veteran being inconspicuous? Tweogan kept that one in his range of vision as the conversation continued.

Behind the bar, a holo device hummed and flickered to life. It showed a portrait of a rather upstanding man, dressed like a naval officer and sporting long black hair. Over the hushing din of the cantina, Tweogan could make out some of the audio. "...Galen Barr and must be brought in Alive, Bounty Payout is 500,000 Credits." The transmission ended, prompting newer, quieter conversations.

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[Worthlessplebian]

Tern listened to this Eberron, he claims to be a Warden but Tern had only heard about that group from hearsay and gossip but he never actually believed the stories. This Scarn Ordo met Eberron on an abandoned Sith world? They were fighting then a Hssiss united them against it. Well, it is an incredible story perhaps too incredible for Tern's liking. In any case, this 'Warden' has earned some respect from him."Nayc" Tern replied as he got up from the bar stool. He made a few steps then turned to the Warden and his apprentice. "Shol'shya ca'nara bal k'oyacyi" He nodded to the pair then turned around, his cape flicked as the Mando began to make his exit.

The sudden quelling of the bar's bustling noise made Tern paused in his steps. The Mando dug into his right pocket and pulled out a holonet device."Galen Barr 500,000 Credits, Alive." Looks like everyone is high on the euphoria of collecting that bounty. Time to move Tern thought as he fast walked out of the cantina. Normally Tern wouldn't use his cortosis-woven vibrosword or his SLi-28 sniper so he didn't take them along but he had a sneaking suspicion that they would be needed for this target. Which is why he was jogging towards his ship.

He decided to take a short cut through the town, most of the people had gone home except for a few merchants, late shoppers and shifty characters.

(Translations: Nayc - No, Shol'shya ca'nara bal k'oyacyi - Another time and cheers.)

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[ZuluSlayer]

It seemed that the Mandolorian was less subtle than expected. He left pain in his wake, as evident with that poor Rodian. But where there was pain, there was also opportunity. On a small communicator hidden in his sleeve, he whispered orders for one of his operatives to snatch the Rodian off the street and take him to the blockade runners. While not good material as a soldier, he certainly has expertise in other fields, and if not that, his credits would be a fine edition. But in more important news, there was the two force sensitives. The child who watched him, and his guardian that was pretty oblivious. Were they Jedi? Probably not, few would risk coming here and exposing themselves so openly. Sith? No, they'd be more brutal or subtle. Then perhaps they were the Grey Jedi? That would be more fitting.

The Mandalorian quickly left when a bounty was put on some poor shod. And the Force Sensitives remained. Here was his chance to make a move. He got up out of his seat, making the effort to hide his force strength somewhat, and took a seat right where the Mandalorian was. "I noticed your boy here was staring at me. Odd combination of human and a Vahla? Is that right? Anyways, is there something I can help you with, Tythonian?" he said.

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[ArchAngelLexi]

The day was soon coming to an end with not much info to point her in the direction of the holocron. But then something caught her eye. A man, he showed signs of dark side corruption. It was subtle but she knew the look well. Swiftly approaching the man she greeted him. "Hello sir, you're going to need to tell me where you work," she said with a wave of her hand. This was all too easy. He pointed her in the direction of an arms factory. Now that might not be as easy depending on the security of said arms factory.

Grabbing the poor man be the arm she dragged him off the streets and behind some building. Easily throwing him to the ground she stared down at him. There was no way she was heading in there without knowing what to expect and this guy was give her every bit of knowledge he had. Looking around she stood over him, a menacing presence about her. The poor guy was paralyzed with fear, being able to tell nothing good was about to happen. Crouching down she placed one hand above his head and the other over his mouth. Next, muffled screams came from the man as she reached into his mind with the force.

A factory built on the base of mountain. Outside pools of toxic waste about. Moving inside, HK security droids, an open lay out, just a standard arms factory. The only things able to survive the toxic waste were Colicoids. Ugly looking things, definitely not nice.

Releasing the man from his agony he curled up obviously damaged from the intrusion of his mind. With a sigh she stood up and walked back out onto the road, leaving the poor man to recover on his own. While that didn't tell her where the holocron was she knew where to start her search. But before anything she needed to return to her ship and make a plan and rest.

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Two hull doors creaked open in a horizontal line, the lower half extended out to form stairs. Tern walked down from the entrance to his ship then took a big breath, Balmorran air always left a metallic taste in the young Mando's mouth which he figured was because of the many factories present on the planet. He exhaled and surveyed the area, the lushes green grass moved in harmony with the wind, brownish craters dotted the field likely caused from military shelling, the small town looked over the field. Tern began to jog back to the town, it was the closest place that might have information about the target.

As the young Mando kept jogging towards the town, he reflexively ducked into a forward as a bladed appendage swung at where his neck would be if it wasn't for the Mando's enhanced spatial awareness the warrior would've been bug food or worse. He stood up and spun around to face his attacker, it being a colicoid. The colicoid made its' insectoid war cry in the form of high-pitched clicking noises. Tern drew his vibrosword adorned with cortosis weaving, the elegant blade hummed to life thanks to the ultrasonic vibrations generator. He gripped his vibrosword with both of his hands and assumed a combat stance, the colicoid made another set of clicking noises. The vicious insect lifted up its' bladed hand over its' head then swung it down at the Mandalorian. Tern however moved his vibrosword to parry, the flat side of the sword met the curved claw of the colicoid but instead of stopping the colicoid's attack in its' tracks, Tern moved to the side which allowed him to use the creature's momentum against as his sword slid underneath the claw. A thud was heard as the creature's head and body fell on the dirt. There must've been a colicoid nest near here and the Mando didn't want to waste his time with them so he turned off his vibrosword and sheathed it on his side.

Finally, the Mando reached the town again. The streets were mostly empty except for the few information brokers, black market merchants and other shady individuals. While strolling through the streets the Mando bumped into a seemingly normal human woman, proving that even if you have a good sense of your surroundings it doesn't mean much if you are distracted. The bump was particularly hard but not enough to pushover the Mando. "Watch where you're going." Tern told the woman.

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[Phantom9786]

Night has fallen onto Balmorra, its quiet, creatures can be heard in the distance. The planet became a whole new different place at night, as the arms factory workers began their nightly routine, a systems malfunctions causes a small explosion in one of the reactors. The Wall behind the machine crumbles due to the explosions impact, as the wall crumbles a cave system is revealed, a Darkness can be felt radiating out of it and with it a sense of dread....

 

[Zotar]

"You have it wrong, stranger." Tweogan countered with a disarming smile. "I was merely noticing. I didn't mean to bother y-" He was interrupted by a tremor in the Force, like that of a swinging pendulum disturbing a pool of water. A second tremor followed which could be felt by everyone through the soles of their feet. In Tweogan's mind's eye, the pendulum's swing slowed to rest under the shadow of a dark moon.

"Master Akios. Did you feel that?" Anxiety crept onto his face as he turned to his master.

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[ArchAngelLexi]

"You watch it," Pythonissa retorted, venom in her voice. She was all too deal with this. And if she wasn't trying to lay low she'd show this... Mando... Probably not the best idea right now. Scowling, she looked him over. "What's someone like you doing around here?" She asked the Mando; partly out of genuine curiosity, partly wondering if he could be useful to her. Maybe he'd have an intriguing bit of info to share.
Her thoughts were cut short by a rumbling from the earth and distant sound of an explosion. Accompanying it, a strong dark side energy that she could faintly feel from here. Such tremendous power would a lot of attention from any force sensatives. Normally this wouldn't be a problem for her, but from what she could tell it originated from the factory that she had plans to scope out. She needed to act fast, lest someone else might find the holocron first. But she needed to find a way to deal with the toxic waste. Hopefully that'd stop any other advances on the area before her. Thinking quickly she turned to the Mando. "Nevermind what you're doing here. I would like to offer you a job."

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[ZuluSlayer]

There was something out there. Powerful, filled with raw potential, and reckless. He knew he would feel that feeling again. The recklessness of a new Sith warrior, so eager and full of energy. He remembered when he was like that, before he learned that dramatic entrances often spelled doom for many. Had he learned nothing from the Academy? Efficiency was the key to victory, and he just tossed that right out the window. The explosion that came with it only served to prove his point. It immediately drew the attention of Magnus' operatives, who scrambled to get a fix on the exact location. A static-filled message confirmed a minor outage to a weapons factory. Magnus had a feeling it was going to get a whole lot more explosive quickly.

In a different time, the anxiety etched on the padawan's face might've given Magnus some sick amusement. But those times were past, and now, it just confirmed his suspicions. They were both force users, and could be potential allies or enemies. This was a great opportunity to see which one it was. "Listen Tythonians, I've been in the business of saber wielding long enough to know that what you lot just felt is going to get a whole lot worse unless we deal with it. No wave of the Dark Sea ever stays that weak, and it'll only grow stronger. I've got eyes on the building, why don't we call it quits and head towards it?" he suggested.

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

Eberron halted mid pull on his drink when he and his Apprenticed were rudely interrupted by one of the dark attuned patrons. Setting down his drink, he was about to address the man when he like his apprentice and the force user whom had started to suppress his signature felt a large wave in the sea that was the force, It's dark side signature well known to the duo. "Yes my apprentice. I too felt it. Perhaps it is simply the nature of the force trying to once again bring itself to balance." The warden replied in an all too calm tone, before irritation crossed his features.

"The fact you call me a Tythonian is almost enough of a reason for me to cut you down sir. And do not assume you know what we are. But I agree that this disturbance must be investigated. But my apprentice and I will do so, after we finish our drinks." He continued before grabbing said drink and taking another long pull on it, the force already detoxifying his body of the high amounts of alcohol, leaving enough in his system for him to feel loose and relaxed. He then nodded to to his apprentice to do the same. It was a well practiced ruse that the two had done on several occasions, bringing a potential threat a false sense of security in thinking the booze would addle their senses and make them uncoordinated.

Finishing his drink, he tossed a couple more credits on the counter before donning his mask once more.

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[Worthlessplebian]

The plain woman's words were laced with venom, that and the complete lack of fear meant she appeared to be more than meets the eye. Regardless, Tern decided to answer her questions about why a Mandalorian is on Balmorra, mostly out of honor and arrogance."Well, a Mando does what a Mando wants." He crossed his arms."But if you want a deeper reason, I'm havi----" Tern was suddenly cut off by the very ground being shaken and the sense of dread, fear and a chilling feeling of hopelessness. If Tern didn't have strong mental fortitude he mostly likely would be on the ground crying or raving with fear.

The Mando placed his hand on the back of his neck and looked away from the woman. He thought for a bit then decided to give his answer. "I'll take your job." Tern decided to take this job because it might be more interesting than hunting down some criminal."If I were a bettin' man, I'd say it has something to do with that pulse of negative emotions and the ground shakin'." He cracked his armored knuckles. "Details on the job?" He asked with a dry, serious tone.

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[ArchAngelLexi]

Pythonissa smiled just the slightest. "Perfect." Just as quickly as she spoke that one word her face turned serious as she thought over how she wanted to approach the situation. "I need a colicoid," she paused, "dead but intact. If you manage that well enough i may have another job. Meet me with it about. a mile north of that factory." She turned to point at the arms factory that had just had an explosion. seeing as it was already out side of town she'd easily be able to hide her ship in the mountain near by it. Hopefully no opposition had arrived there yet. "As for your pay that will be decided based on it's condition. How 'bout it?"

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[Worthlessplebian]

"Would you settle for a decapitated colicoid?" Tern moves past her. "I left one outside of town and If you find that unsatisfactory then I'll get another." He stretched his legs. "What's your need for a colicoid anyway? Are you thinking of going into galactic fashion?" He peaked over his shoulder. "Humor aside, get a colicoid whilst leaving the body intact, then meet you at the arms factory, is that all?" The mando turned his helmeted head forward, he lifted his arms over his back then picked up the sniper blaster.

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[ArchAngelLexi]

"If you can do better, I'd like to see that," pythonissa responded to his first question. She watched as he walked past. She shook her head at his joke. "You'll see. Maybe you'll find it enlightening. But yes, I assume I'll see you again real soon," she said turning away from him. With that hurried back to her ship which was hidden outside of town amongst abandoned building but away from civilization.
Making sure she wasn't followed she stepped inside her ship. As she moved it toward the mountain she stayed away from the town as far as she could to not draw attention. Resting it amongst the trees she prepared to dissect the Colicoid once the mando arrived. After she had everything prepared she stepped out and moved to the area which she said she'd meet him. While she waited she scoped out the factory. Lots of security, especially after the explosion but no sign of any force sensatives yet. It'd be easier for her to disguise herself as an factory worker in order to get in. Maybe she'd send the Mando to go steal her an outfit of one of the workers while she worked on how to deal with the toxic waste.

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