On the Road

In a commanding voice, O-Ren calls out to the operator, "Your allies have fallen! If you wish to live, surrender now or you, too, will be cut down. You will get no other chance to lay down your arms! Power down now!" She holds her sword at the ready, to help emphasize her words.
I don't know if this will take a action or if I can just delay to give the operator a chance to respond.
+14 to Strike, sword damage is 1d4x10 +6, double vs supernatural creatures
Number of Attacks: 7
MDC: 286 from Invulnerability and Armor
ISP: 34
PPE: 10
 
The pilot of the powered suit seems to be on the edge of surrendering, wavering between his options. Then, he slowly nods and lowers the hand held weapons. As the pilot begins to power off the armor, one of the minions trapped in the Magic Net shouts out in Draconic, "You coward! It is better to die in battle, standing on your own feet, than to give in and surrender! Your life is at an end if you betray our masters!"

This makes the pilot of the suit pause, but with a look over at the blood drenched dragon and the dead Overlord, then back to O-Ren with her runeblade, and he continues in his plan to exit the suit.

Epiphany Epiphany is up

Order of Battle
25 - Nasoth [7]
20 - powered armor 1 [3] moderately damaged/slowed
19 - O-Ren [7]
18 - Alley [5] <====
16 - Sunanj minion 1 - [2] slowed/trapped in Magic Net
12 - Liza [4] delay
10 - Grond [5]
10 - Sunanj minion 2 - [2] slowed/trapped in Magic Net
9 - Dimitri [3]
5 - Atlanta [5]
 
Alley Orzech

With the powered armor surrendering, and the two minions remaining both trapped in the magic net, Alley goes for shock and awe. She rushes down from the vantage point afforded by the Zone Ranger, closing the distance between her and the captives in a second. If they blink, suddenly there's a woman in white Coalition armor holding a rifle pointed right at them.

"If your masters get their kicks enslaving people, they aren't worth serving," she says. "Now be smart like your friend and stand down or we'll just keep shooting you until you drop next."
 
With the slow effect on the two Sunanj minions, what would normally take them a couple of melee rounds to free themselves from the Magic Nets has been compounded into a much longer time. By the time that the pilot of the powered armor has opened up the suit everyone has gathered together and are now glaring down at the two trapped minions.

O-Ren would know that to the best of her knowledge that there has not been any of the Sunanj minions captured alive. At this point, it is likely that they will try to take their own lives before allowing themselves to be interrogated. If you want them alive, caution must be used.

Moving out of combat time.

At this point, Grond walks up and places the edge of his vibrosword at the neck of one of the netted minions. In his deep, gravely voice, he says, "Take the helmet off of this one. I want to see what these demons really look like under their armor."
 
Dimitri will saunter up to the other minion. He'll put the barrel of his pistol on the back of its head. "Make a wrong move and there won't be enough left of yer head for them to identify ya back home."
 
O-Ren drives her sword into the earth next to the minion, then carefully reaches down to undo the helmet. "Keep squirming and I'll end up taking your whole head off. Don't push your luck."
 
With careful movements, you slip off the demonic looking helmet to reveal the face hiding beneath the mask. Instead of seeing a monster looking up at you, the face you see is a handsome one. But, in its own way, there is a true sense of horror for O-Ren as you look at him, because you recognize this man as one of your own, an Atlantian! You don't know what clan he's from, but he is definitely one of your people.
 
Nasoth grabs the Overlord's staff and lazily flies back towards the group, muttering mildly about wasting PPE on a shield when no one's attacking her. She lands by her fellow Misfits and curls up with a yawn.

OOC: Magic Adrenaline induced tiredness.
 
O-Ren stares down at the figure in sheer disbelief. "No. No! This cannot be! What magic is this, that lets a monster like you put on the face of a noble and good race of people? How can you live with yourselves, being in service to the evil of the Splurgoth? I don't know what's worse, the Splurgoth for the entire worlds that they have captured or destroyed, or you, for willingly giving into their evil!" Her hands tremble with rage as she stares down at him. "What have you to say for yourself, traitor to your own people?"
 
For a long moment, the man is silent. Then, he begins to chuckle, the laughter building up in strength over time. Finally composing himself, he takes a deep breath. "What's the matter, little girl? The cruel, harsh world just took a bite out of your perfect little life? Feh! You know so little. More of us follow the true masters of the Splurgoth than you realize. You and your noble sensibilities are pathetic. We have realized a long time ago that it is best to be a part of the winning team, sitting at the table, instead of hiding in the fringes of the multiverse and begging for scraps! Do what you will to me; I can only die once and I know that you are to weak to stoop to torture. Just try and take me to your clan leaders. My fellow servants of the Splurgoth will kill you and free me, and the truth of my identity will fade away once more."

Atlanta steps forward and says in a bored tone of voice, "She may not be 'strong' enough to torture you for information, but I am quite willing to carve you into bits, slowly spilling your blood just enough to make you suffer to get to what I want to know. O-Ren, you may wish to leave for a while. No need for you to see what I'm about to do."

Grond looks like he is about to walk away, but then he reaches out and places his hand upon her shoulder. In a gentle voice, he says, "No. We will not lower ourselves to that level. That is why we will eventually win the war against evil such as this, because we hold ourselves to a higher standard. If we cannot hold him, it would be better to give him a clean death than to carve him up."

Atlanta doesn't look convinced, but she doesn't fight the Borg. "Very well. I don't agree, but its not my call to make."

The prisoner laughs once more. "As I said, weak and pathetic."

With that, Grond quickly works to free the man, stripping him of his weapons and armor as he goes. Soon, he is in his underwear with heavy MDC manacles on his wrists and ankles. "Lets get this piece of trash out of here."


Elsewhere, the rest of the fighting seems to have died down to a few scattered shots here and there, and it would appear that the people of Haven have won the day.

What do you guys do now?
 
Liza Kreuzer

As the noises of war slowly die down, other sounds take over - words, in some sense more concerning than gunfire and explosions. Atlantians in the service of the Splurgoth is more concerning than most things the mystic expected; it says a lot about the demons that even these proud warriors rather join their forces than to fight them. Grond is barely quicker in stopping Atlanta from posing more threats, and he earns a thankful nod for that - then Liza steps forward, close to O-Ren, putting her hand down on the cyber knight's arm to offer some kind of support. It is hard to imagine what she truly thinks - Liza's own people, despite being more than ignorant about the powers she received, have at least never failed to stand on the right side of the battlefield. "Whatever he says, whatever they did - we all know that your people are capable of doing so much better than this. We have seen your deeds, O-Ren, and heard the tales - and I assure you right now, I will not rest until the Splurgoth have been driven off. There are more of your kind who resist the evil, and I will be there when they claim their victory." She only whispers those words in her ear, too quiet to be heard by the arrogant minion.

She then makes a step forward, shaking her head, as if she still could not believe what her eyes are seeing. "Kindness is never a weakness, creature. And once upo a time, your people knew that. Tell me, what do you truly gain? You slaughter those who could have admired you, just like they respect O-Ren Ichi for everything she did. You might have won a few small battles, but you lost everything you stood for in return. And even if the Splurgoth prevail over us, after years and years of war - when the dust settles and all the free people are dead, you still will be nothing more than their minions, ready to be thrown away whenever they do not need your services any longer. You say that they will certainly free you? Tell me, what makes you so sure of that? Is it their kindness, or their honor? I am doubtful that you will find either feeling on your side of the war. Perhaps, it is your indispensability? You just managed to almost cut your way through a single magical net - and while I can assure you that there will be more of those whenever you decide to make an attack, that is barely a heroic deed. You are neither terrifying, nor unstoppable; all you will ever get from me is my honest symphathy for how deep you have fallen. I hope that one day, you will recognize how wrong you went when choosing treachery as your path - may it be sooner rather than later."

She then turns around towards the others, doubting that there will be a relevant response - but some words need to be said at some point, and the one thing that hurts Liza more than anything is when someone loses all their faith in good deeds. "Is everyone fine, at least for now? Nasoth, it seemed as if you took some fire - let me know if I can do anything to aid. Besides, does anyone know how well we did, in the end? Any news of the villagers, or the Coalition? There is another victory to be earnt - initiated by diplomacy, not by hatred."
 
As the chaos of the fighting starts to die down and people begin to take stock of what has just happened.

First, Sir Talbert comes walking up, a real bounce in his step. He goes up to Liza first, and pulls the mystic into a big bear hug. "Thank you. A thousand times, thank you. Without your premonition, this town would be in flames and the survivors would be prisoners of an unspeakable evil, off to a life of torture and death or driven out into the countryside with no hope of survival." With one more squeeze, he releases you with a beaming smile on his face. "My friends, we all owe you a debt. We did have some casualties, but not as many as we would have without your warning. I have Marcos making rounds to see the status of the Havenites, to help see if there are any wounded that need help."


Almost as if on cue, the Ley Line Walker comes up. Marcos nods over at everyone. "We were lucky. There are few wounded, thanks to the gift of the body armor from Dennis Stonewell. Unfortunately, there are more deaths than wounded, with ten having fallen to the guns of the Slavers. It is the nature of our weaponry that when the armor fails, it leaves little chance for the wearer to survive the attack."

Sir Talbert's smile fades at the word of the fallen, and he lets out a sigh. "It would be much worse without our preparations and yes, even the presence of the Coalition in town. Those black armored zealots fought like demons against the Splurgoth. I owe their lieutenant a 'thank you' also. Lets go see how they faired in this fight."


If anyone wishes to join him, you will find that the Coalition troops gathering up wounded and the bodies of several fallen soldiers. A man with NCO markings on his armor comes walking up. He pulls off his helmet and wipes away the sweat from his brow. "Well. I see you made it through the fighting in one piece. I shouldn't be surprised. What do you want?"

Sir Talbert says, "We came to offer up our thanks to your lieutenant for your help. Where is she?"

The sergeant nods over at a smoking crater. "She caught a missile attack from one of the powered armor, but I was able to find her dog tags to be able to report her death back home. I guess that means I'm in charge of what's left of the squad. I'm Sergeant Niko Morris."

The old Cyber Knight lets out a sigh. "So much death. I am sorry, Sergeant Morris."

"Don't be. She died a hero, fighting monsters bent on killing the humans of this town. If she had to go, it would have been like this, protecting people from the DeeBees out there." Sgt. Morris looks over at the gathered townspeople, then back to Sir Talbert. "As far as I'm concerned, our orders regarding you and the other fugitives can go rot. Without a hell of a lot of backup, there is no way that I could manage to pull you away from this many armed people without getting the rest of my men killed. So long as you stay away from Coalition territory, I'll report back that you were killed in action here alongside the LT, you and that mage of yours."

"Thank you, sergeant. Just remember, I am not your enemy. My oath puts me between the forces of darkness like the Splurgoth and any man, woman or child that needs my help."

"Whatever. I have work to do if we are to be out of here before sunset. Just don't let me regret not taking you in, ok?" With that, the black armored man turns and walks away, back to the rest of his men as they continue to load their wounded, fallen and equipment back onto the damaged APCs.


Back at your part of the fight, Grond and Atlanta have stripped down the second of the Sunanj minions to find that this one is a woman, also an Atlantian. She has been stripped down to her underwear and her hands and feet both locked up in heavy cuffs. It is clear to see that her body is covered in numerous tattoos of power, making her a formidable opponent and never unarmed. In fact, O-Ren would know that with that many tattoos she might be strong enough to rip her way out of the manacles binding her and fight her way free, even while wearing just a sports bra and underwear.


Dennis Stonewell comes up to you with his daughter Rebecca at his side. Being the gun runner and black marketer that he was, his eyes quickly go to the suit of powered armor, guns and the powerstaff that the fallen Overlord was using. He is practically drooling as he walks around the centaur armor and the powerstaff. "Oh, my. Look at this! I don't believe my eyes! Do you know how valuable these things are to the right buyer? Both the armorers of Northern Gun and the Coalition have been looking for one of these Equestrian powered armor suits for a while now, and I've heard rumors of offers being made of upwards of 100 million credits for a undamaged suit, maybe even more! This one is dinged up a bit, but I bet you dimes to dollars that I can net a clean 60 to 80 million easy for this." He then kneels down next to the powerstaff. "In the Federation of Magic, I know of some dealers that could bring in another, say, 40 to 50 mil for that staff, and that counts what we would lose for their cut of the action. It wouldn't take me too long to make contact with my old network and convert these into a boatload of credits, and with my small transaction fee, I can more than recoup my losses of the rifles and body armor suits that I gave out to the folks here for the fight. What do you say? How does 125 million or so credits sound to you? And that's before taking a good look around at what else might be salvageable. Heck, those Slavers have a eye staff that is easy 15 million each, and that is before any other bio-wizardry weapons out there."


In total, you are able to recover quite a load of useable equipment.
6 K-30 Ion Pulse Rifles from the Atlantis book, pg 137
4 K-4 Laser Pulse Rifles, also pg 137
3 Slaver Eye Staves
1 Powerstaff
1 Kittani Equestrian Powered Armor suit, moderately damaged
1 K-500 Rail Gun, pg 137
12 energy pistols of various types
1 of the Enslaver Rune Weapons possessed by one of the Sunanj minions, Atlantis book pg 130
1 of the Dragon Thunderer Rune Weapons (this one is a hammer) used by the other Sunanj minion, pg 130
and a number of E-Clips for the pistols and rifles
 
Dimitri will holster his pistols after listening to the heated conversation between the minions and the group. Liza's words resonate deeply with him.

When the news comes in of the casualties he lowers his head and takes off his hat in contemplation of the lives lost and people wounded in the attack.

He doesn't follow Sir Talbert. He stays to keep on eye on the two minions with Grond and Atlanta.

He'll be escorting the minions, keeping his hands close to his regular revolvers now that they are out of their armor. If there are any sudden changes from them, he'll shoot to wound.
 
O-Ren keeps her eyes on the two Atlantian traitors, knowing how dangerous the Tattooed Warriors can be. "Grond, don't underestimate this woman. She is likely strong enough to break out of the bonds you have on her, and Dimitri, don't go easy on her with your weapons either. Those magical tattoos grant her supernatural abilities, including a very tough hide. I don't doubt that she can take anything you can dish out on her. Just watch the two of them carefully. I want them both to be alive and well as I take them back to my clan elders to turn them over for Atlantian justice. That will likely end up with both of them being executed, but at least they will have a chance to testify at a fair and impartial trial for their lives."
 
When O-Ren makes her comment about the Tattooed Warrior being able to break free from her handcuffs, Marcos slides up. "I have a spell that might help out with that. Hold her still." Grond reaches out and grabs the woman and holds her while the mage murmurs an incantation. Soon after, a blueish glow can be seen from the bonds as they are now enhanced by the magic spell. He repeats the spell to enhance the bindings on her legs. "There. That should hold her for a while. Or, at least, it will slow her down enough to give us a bit of warning of her attempts of escape. Does the other one need the same treatment? No? Good. Others will need to be healed. Excuse me." With a nod of his head, he moves on to ply his magic elsewhere.

Grond now looks over at O-Ren. "You plan on taking these two back to face your elders? You'll need a hand keeping them under control. I can help if you need it. Hell, I suspect that, if you were to ask, the whole bunch of us would be willing to help you take these two in. What do you say?"
 
The Atlantian smiles at the big Borg. "Yes, thank you. Your presence would be welcome. I could show you the lands that my clan call home. Its not quite as grand as our old home of Atlantis, but I feel that you'll like it. While we take these prisoners to face judgement, we can let Dennis do some work selling this equipment for us." O-Ren looks down at the Slaver staves and the powerstaff with disgust clear on her face. "It makes me sick that these are made by using magical creatures as material components in their construction. No good being would ever consider using these, but I must take more pragmatic approach to life and accept that we do need money for supplies and repairs. With the money from the sale of this gear we can do some real good in the world."
 
Liza Kreuzer

The old man's embrace tells more about the outcome than any of the words that follow - to see him this happy is enough to wash away her worries for just a few moments. Of course, the number of casualties quickly gets her back to reality; but during the few seconds in-between, the worries about the upcoming threat seem to leave the mystic's mind, and her lips show the distant smile that so rarely breaks through her thoughts. "Glad to see that you are still alive - and thank you for those words. They mean more to me than you might imagine, even though this is as much my victory as yours and the one of all those brave men and women who were willing to stand up for Haven this day. I could not have convinced the Coalition to fight alongside us, and neither would I have been able to gather and lead those who held the line in the end. If anything, I owe you my thanks for listening to my rather off-putting gifts and thus letting me actually change things for the better."

As to be expected, Liza follows along as the coalition announces their retreat - and even more than that, as at least the two veterans will leave the coalition's list if this man holds his word. Perhaps, the best result one could have asked for - although she secretly has hoped for even more than that. As the others turn away to let the soldiers do their thing, the mystic steps closer to the sergeant. "First of all, thanks for your help as well - I will not forget that we fought together when it truly mattered. And I certainly hope that you will not forget it as well; at one point, the day might come when we either stand together or die alone. After all, you saw what the Splurgoth managed to send into battle today - and there is more to come." There is one more thing in her mind. "But besides that, there is another topic that should be addressed right now: Some of us are on your list as well, at least one of them likely too special to simply die. I wanted to let you know that we learnt our lesson - likely, we will leave Haven behind us. So if you wish to find us at some point, for one of several reasons - do not look for us here and disturb the peace, but search for us wherever support and courage are needed the most at that moment."

As she returns with the others, it seems as if the prisoners are taken care of - which leaves a number of items behind that she'd rather stay away from. "If you ask me, no pile of gold will be able to compensate the losses if anything of this ends up in the wrong hands. Besides, you did leave this life behind for a very good reason, Dennis; and I would not want you to pick it back up just so that we can make a few coins. If anything of this is valuable to the coalition without endangering ourselves, there are better ways to get it there instead of dubious contacts - I would rather let the sergeant take it with him, as a sign of good faith. And everything that is of no use and evil in its core would better be destroyed. Doing the wrong things for the right reasons still does not make them good; and those who are bound in chains over there thought very pragmatically as well, O-Ren."
 
O-Ren bows her head at the words from Liza. "Once more, you have shown me that I have much to learn. You are, of course, correct. The staff weapons are evil, and should never be allowed into hands of those that could use them, and it is a good idea to give the powered armor to the Coalition soldiers. Not only will it give the scientists of the Coalition a chance to learn the secrets of the armor, but it might also be just the bit of good will for the sergeant that helped us against the Splurgoth."

She sighs. I try to do the right thing, but I still end up failing in my efforts. At least I will be able to bring the prisoners back to face their punishment.
 
Nasoth lifts her head and looks suspiciously at Liza, "you think the Coalition will do better things with these weapons than you would with the money you would get for selling it? Do you realise just what money can buy?" She makes a wave-like shake of her body that roughly translates to a shrug and continues," I don't particularly care, but it seems rather odd to supply one's enemies with weapons instead of stockpiling them or selling them. I'm sure whoever the mayor is could do some good with that fortune."
 
Liza Kreuzer

The mystic seems thankful as O-Ren approves her thoughts for now - one voice more to avoid what certainly feels like a mistake. "We all have much to learn, O-Ren; about the coalition, the Splurgoth, and most importantly about us. I do not know what the correct choice is, and whether or not donating the armor will actually change things for the better." She turns towards Nasoth as the dragon raises her concerns. "But what I am convinced of is that it is better to try to change things and fail than to simply take things as they are. Yes, the coalition is not the most trustworthy group out there - especially given the fact that they would prefer half of us had never existed. And one could take that as a reason to fight them again and again until only one side remains. But in the end, that would only mean chaos, and the deaths of hundreds, thousands. Perhaps, that is their line of thought, their choice - but certainly not mine. At some point, they will face off against the Splurgoth, just like we did just now - every man who dies because we did not help them now is blood on our hands."

"You ask me whether I know what money can buy in this world - let me tell you. Weapons and supplies, titles and mercenaries. Money is the promise to have so much more, to live in excess and fulfill all your dreams. Money is the shortcut to reach all your goals so much quicker - but whatever you buy, will always be based on golden foundations, not on trust or good will. Besides, money will not protect Alley against further attempts of the coalition to get her, or defeat the evilness of the demons. Reputation will help us in the first case, as well as showing that we can be more helpful than they are willing to realize. And in the latter case, righteousness and honesty will prevail; you can not overcome the evil by turning evil yourself - even if you succeed at first, you will fail in the end. The mayor might do good deeds with such a fortune, as you call it, and maybe his children as well. But at some point down the line, the wrong person will get their hands on those weapons, and people will die because of it. Good people, in an attempt to stop that person; people like us, only that they will not have had the chance to get rid of the problem before it truly started. Giving these things to anyone means to give them to the enemy at some point later on, maybe centuries in the future."

Her eyes muster the demonic weapons in obvious disgust, it is not hard to tell that the mystic prefers to stay as far away from them as possible - they remind her too much of what she could become if she ever leaves her path. "In any case, this is not my decision to make - Alley, you know the coalition better than all of us; would sending the armor their way make a difference, or would they simply lock it away and forget it? Dimitri - I assume that you have seen such things before - have they ever brought fortune and happiness in the long run? Grond, Atlanta, all you others - tell me what you think. We should decide here and now what needs to be done, there is no point in delaying things further. Perhaps, the souls of the dead still linger around, trying to understand what they died for. Some of them did not come from here - they never understood what Haven stands for. If they answer my call, what shall I tell them? Did they die to save this town, and overcome the evil that attacked it? Or did they die to open up unexpected opportunities to strike back against the foes? Tell me, what shall they see when the morning dawns - money, weapons, or powerless scrap?"
 
It is almost predictable that Grond and Atlanta will come down on opposite sides of the question of what to do with the artifact staff-weapons. Grond is quite willing to do his best to destroy the staves, or at least, render them useless. "Liza is right in the fact that only someone evil will be able to use them, and do we really want to have such items put on the market for the wrong kind of person to use? I say we sell the armor, either to the people at Northern Gun or to the Coalition. Either one will be able to tear it apart and see how it ticks, and hopefully, be able to come up with a good counter measure to it in the future. Lets destroy the staff weapons and rid the world of their influence."

Atlanta lets out a snort. "That is just, in my opinion, a dumb idea. The loss of these artifacts will not cause the Splurgoth to lose any sleep, and these four items are not all that powerful to make a shift in the balance of power around here. I say we sell it all, expect for the hammer that Nasoth is eyeing and anything else we want to keep. We have the good fortune to have won this fight, and to the victors go the spoils."
 
"Do as you like," Nasoth says and gives another strange dragon-shrug, "as I said, it's of no particular significance to me. I just think you're being an idiot."
 
O-Ren lets out a sigh, then takes charge of the situation. "Probably we are being stupid, but so be it. We will go ahead and sell the powered armor, but we will at least try to destroy the staves. They are inherently evil, and will only work for other evil creatures. I do not want such power to be let loose into the world if I can avoid it. As far as the rest of the light weight weapons, they can be turned over to Dennis Stonewell as a way of repaying him for the loan of the armor and other guns that he provided the townspeople of Haven with. I expect that it will take some time for the elder Stonewell to get in touch with his contacts to arrange to sell the armor. In that time, I will be escorting our prisoners to my clan elders for judgement. Grond, are you still planning to accompany me to bring them in?"
Hope nobody minds, but I'm making the call about the gear.
 
The large magical Borg nods. "Yes. Best we set out soon to keep our prisoners from getting too frisky."

Sounds fine to me. I was just waiting for you guys to give me the final answer as to what you are going to do with the stuff.
 
Liza Kreuzer

"Idiotic - perhaps, only time will tell. But I would rather let a good opportunity slip away than to take advantage of what feels as if it would only lead to future trouble and despair." The mystic takes one last look at the armor, almost as if she would try to estimate whether O-Ren's call is good - then she nods slowly in agreement, turning away from the unusual piece. "So be it, then. Once more, you will do more for us than you should, Dennis - if you ever need help, just ask and I will be there to repay these debts." There are more things to do before this attack is truly dealt with - prisoners, the wounded and the dead all ask for attention. The first-mentioned ones seem to be those who will get the group's time in the end, at least with how things look right now. "If you wish, I will come along as well, both of you - and likely the others as well, as long as there are no other tasks that only we can take care of. Just give me a few more moments here, and I will be ready to travel once more."

With that, the mystic will find herself a suitable place on the battlefield - preferably one where she can sit down undisturbed for a while, while still being close to where the fighting took place and being out of sight of any members of the coalition. She will then kneel down there, speak a prayer for those who died during the defense, before opening herself to the world in its truest form. "Souls of the Fallen, whoever you were - if you still linger around in hopes to drop your burdens before your final leave, come over to me and tell me your stories. Let me deliver your wishes and thoughts, so that you may bid farewell in peace despite these past hours of both bravery and hatred."

Once more, I'd like to use commune with spirits to speak to the recently fallen. Also, I'm totally fine with that decision, Psychie Psychie - think that's a good middle-ground between idiocy and immorality.
 
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