"Darth Rayden...no, my lord, I don't know if I'd have called him my friend. It took me a long while to see him as even a rival - before that, he was an enemy. You remember our first meeting in the tomb? Not a good first impression for either of us."
"Yes, I remember how it happened. There...maybe there was something I could have done. I try not to dwell on it...no, I haven't forgotten it. Just because I didn't call him a friend doesn't mean I would try to forget how he died. He deserved better than that."
"...It's only fair. He was your son. You should know the whole truth...no, I kept nothing from the report. But there are some things a report can't convey...very well. From the beginning."
Dathomir, four months ago.
After the end of the Second Union Civil War, Force cults began crawling out of the woodwork. Xaos' death and funeral was a trigger for every bookworm with a pirated copy of the Book of Sith that his time was now. The Oscuritas first turned up near Leona as petty slavers. We sent a taskforce to deal with them and forgot about them, until we learned they had razed the colony on Leona.
Darth Rayden and I tracked down their home base on Dathomir, and discerned their true nature. I went to deal with them - Rayden followed. But his ship was faster - he got there first. Maybe if he hadn't...
Post by Darth Nephelus on Oct 14, 2015 15:46:32 GMT
Where was Ares? It felt that he had been here for hours, and nothing had been relatively accomplished. Of course Rayden battling head on with the one of the Witches' was a highlight of their journey thus far; but it really didn't mean much to him. He, no, THEY were still no where near the Shamans of the Oscuritas. "This is by far irritating," he stated, "and you, just how far do we have to go? I feel like I'm being lead on a wild goose chase. You've made mention of wanting revenge," Rayden tore a piece of cloth from his robe, and he quickly tied it around his left arm. "How far are you willing to go? What are you willing to do? You see, its so easy to speak of revenge. Until you're actually at that precise moment, are you willing to commit the ultimate taboo so easily?" he questioned the child, he noted the change of look in her eyes. He sneered, "I knew it," he finished addressing his wound and proceeded forward. "I need to find my comrade, I've wasted enough time on this planet. And all I have to show for it, is you. Now, once this is over; and it will be over sooner than you know. I want you to send a message to all those you know, I'm not doing you a favor. I'm ridding the galaxy of the Oscuritas; yes. But I will lay waste to this world, sooner or later."
If I were Ares, where would I be? What would I be doing? he thought to himself. "Riley?" "Ah, finally. I thought I lost your transmission for a moment. Good news, I have found Ares. But he is still not grounded." "Not grounded?" rubbing his forehead, Rayden turned to face the child. "Get him down here now, I am growing sick of baby sitting." "Baby sitting? Wait, Rayden? What are you talking about?" "Just get him down here," the transmission ends.
"Lord Ares! Finally, I just got in touch with Rayden, I lost contact with him. There was something blocking communication earlier, strangely its gone now. He mentioned something about babysitting, I'm unsure what he meant exactly.
"Death is the void, and all mortals fear it. And if I am Death, all shall fear me."- Lord Nephelus
Post by Darth Lucifer on Oct 14, 2015 21:23:30 GMT
Dathomir. It had been home to the witches since time immemorial, although a child the young boy knew the Sith had no idea just what Dathomir truly represented. Yes there were other witches beyond the stars, but none he believed represented what those here did...he viewed them as a purer form of witch. Closer to the Darkside and the Elemental Magic than any others. None could destroy the world, many had tried.
The boy had promised to lead Rayden to his tribe, they would know where the Oscuritas were likely hiding. But that did not mean he had to like the human male, nor the human him. He could feel the rage pulsing off the Sith, he knew he hated witches...the planet told him as such. The boy may have wanted vengeance but he stayed his hand, he knew it would come soon enough.
Besides, the camp had already sent out a group of Sisters to investigate. He could sense their dark presences as they approached, most likely the Sith did as well. The boy whispered to Rayden.
''Do as I do but do not speak. Just go along with anything I say. These are not like the witches you will likely know, they will enslave, make a mate of you or harm you if they can. Perhaps even all three. The clans here are really female-centric, they hold higher positions than us guys and rule over us.''
Four kilometers from the camp, he could sense them forming an ambush party, just in case. It was an optimal location along the rim of a small clearing about fifty meters wide. They would be able to see whoever approached and, if they choose to attack, would have the benefit of cover while their prey was in the open. Two of them were mounted on rancors, but the rest were concealed in the trees. The boy, Lachris didn't fear them for they were his own clan and, more importantly, although young he held great respect from them in a usually female-centric society. He had sacrificed a great deal to ensure that was so, even going so far as to seek out a Sith exile, Ar-Pharazon...a reject in hiding from the One Sith who had later been found and killed unfortunately, luckily the One Sith never found the clan, he had approached him to ensure that his say held more than most and had suffered even more at the hands of him to develop that strength. The seven of them could easily overwhelm the two, true, but probably not with alot of effort.
He stopped in the middle of the clearing and called out to those gathered. "I am Lachris of Clan Darksong, returning home. With me is a Sith, Darth Rayden, who has come under my invitation and my protection. He has saved my life and therefore cannot be made mate or slave. He has come to conduct a council of war with us to determine if we might ally with his comrades and also provide him some information on the Oscuritas cult. If any of you wish to challenge my intentions, do so here and now."
He readied himself just in case, but it seemed that his presence and that of the intimidating looking Sith behind were enough to give them pause. Some of these would have witnessed his blind rage during the battle with his past foes and were probably not eager to challenge him. There was a reason why they had decided to spare his life. He had the strengthened Force potential that they so desperately desired. He and this Sith were the future of the Nightsisters, the key that would allow them to finally produce undeniably stronger Sisters who could destroy the Witches the Jedi had made their allies. To attack him now would endanger them, ruin that chance.
The two on rancor's urged their mounts forward into the clearing. The two women were older than he was and held higher status among the Clan, but that would change soon. One of them looked disdainfully at the black robes he was wearing, and Lachris, didn't blame her. The robes had become dirty and had a few snags from the journey through the wilderness and the fight with the Sith behind him.
"I see you, Lachris, and must question your sanity," the woman sneered.
"When outnumbered among an enemy, one adapts to be like them so that they might go unnoticed," replied Lachris evenly. "Even children know this, Nateth. When we return to camp, I will joyfully don the attire of our people."
"Perhaps," Nateth said. She eyed the Sith with unbridled hostility, but made no move to attack. "You bring Sith here, Sister. They could destroy us all."
Lachris shrugged and gave them all a wicked smile. "I do not fear them for I have faced those who make even the Jedi tremble. You need not fear them because they have given me their word not to cause harm unless attacked. Unlike us, the Sith are bound by their own laws to abide by their word."
Nateth clearly wasn't entirely buying that, but she didn't dispute it. "Then come with us and we will hear their words." With that, she wheeled her rancor around and began leading them to the camp.
Without giving the Sith a single look, Lachris followed the Sisters.
Ares was relieved when his ship finally arrived above the planet. The dark tendrils, called out to him seemingly calling his name. Or so it appeared, yet he knew this just the call of the darkside that was so strong here. Dathomir was a focal point of the force, it was why the Jedi had maintained a presence here to keep an eye on the Witches. He fathomed this was why the Oscuritas chose this planet, due to it's presence in the force being so strong. They would soon try and enslave all the clans or sway them to their cause with false promises.
Moments later and he received Riley's message, albeit slightly distorted. He could make out most of the words.
"Lord Ares! *crackle* Finally, I just got in touch with Rayden, I lost contact with him. *crackle crackle*There was something blocking communication earlier, strangely its gone now. *crackle* He mentioned something about babysitting, I'm unsure what he meant exactly.''
Post by Darth Nephelus on Oct 15, 2015 1:48:53 GMT
Rayden peculiarly raised his eyebrow, Clever child. He couldn't help but enjoy the show Lachris had provided him, and he would abide by these 'laws.' To remain silent, to not act; took great restraint. Acting out however would jeopardize his mission, and perhaps get Ares into trouble somehow. It wasn't worth it. "Rayden? Come in Rayden," Riley's voice chimed in loudly, to which Rayden found himself biting his bottom lip in anger. Ripping his headpiece from his right ear, he held it in his hand and crushed it. No more would he have to endure Riley's ill timed chats. This was a delicate moment, one too crucial for his liking.
He was curious if they knew he had left no survivors from the last camp. That was a different case though, he had come under attack. He was doing what they would've done, survive. Thats all anyone could do nowadays, was survive.
Lachris didn't say much, which was fine to him. The Marauder normally didn't speak unless he desired to. And lately he was running out of things to say to anyone, which made it difficult for him to even relate to his peers.
As he progressed he felt unnerved, he knew they were staring, making remarks. He wasn't oblivious to it, its happened before. A stranger in a place where he didn't belong, of course they would react, feel threatened. They're showing signs of fear, I can see it in their eyes. he thought to himself. The sound of a twig snapping underneath his boot silenced the camp, and he remained still. His eyes cautiously looking around, he was still armed. Still full of fight, but he would rather save his energy for the cult members. Not these simple folk.
On the bridge of the Clarity of Vision, Ares breathed a sigh of relief. Through a difficult microjump, they'd been pulled out of hyperspace behind one of Dathomir's moons, with the intent to mask their arrival in the system from the Jedi Academy. So far it seemed to have worked. Rather than take the task force out from behind cover, a few scout fighters were patrolling the system to search for any sign of the Iron Tusk Federation.
"Alright," Ares said. "Have them conduct checks of the other moons for any signs of activity. As of now we're at condition orange - keep the taskforce on alert and concealed. I'm heading down to-"
"High Marshall, one of our scouts is reporting a transmission. They say it's addressed to you."
"Let's hear it."
A buzz of static greeted him, with occasional words audible - 'Ares', 'Raiden', 'Contact'. "Comms, clean it up?"
The static seemed to resolve itself.
"Lord Ares, Lord Ares, this is Captain Riley under Lord Rayden, are you receiving? Contact on this channel. I repeat, Lord Ares, this is Captain..."
"Riley?" Ares tried not to sigh. Not this brat. "Comms, open a channel, encrypted." He waited for the thumbs-up. "Captain, this is the High Marshall. We're receiving you. Mind telling me what you're doing on Dathomir?"
"Lord Ares! Finally, I've been *crackle* reach you for a day. Lord Rayden *crackle* searching for you. What's your location?"
"Behind the third moon. Why are you on Dathomir?"
The young Captain explained the situation, and Ares suppressed another sigh. Apparently Rayden had left shortly after Ares had, pursuing him - but their ship had a much faster hyperdrive, and they'd arrived almost a day ago. Rayden had gone out into the wilderness in search of Ares and the Oscuritas - the Iron Tusk Federation's true name, according to Riley - and had been in intermittent contact.
"Alright," Ares said, a touch of resignation in his voice. Now he had to track down Rayden and smash a slaver cult. "Get me in touch with Rayden. I need to know his location."
Ares turned to the Clarity of Vision's captain, a Kel'Dor named Jio Luun. "The task force is yours, Captain. Contact me immediately if you detect any Alliance, Jedi, or slaver presences. I'm going down to the planet with Squad Seven."
He was finishing equipping himself when he finally heard back from Riley, the ship's comm officers having transmitted the signal straight to his comlink.
"Lord Ares! *crackle* Finally, I just got in touch with Rayden, I lost contact with him. *crackle crackle*There was something blocking communication earlier, strangely its gone now. *crackle* He mentioned something about babysitting, I'm unsure what he meant exactly.''
"Mystery of the universe, Captain. I need his location."
"Copy. A moment..."
Ares waited, sliding a combat knife into his torso sheath.
"Lord Ares, I *crackle* but lost contact with him. I'm not receiving the return signal anymore either. His comlink *crackle* destroyed. Didn't sound like he was in danger."
"Alright, see if you can get me his last location. I'll be on the planet within half an hour. I'll contact you when we're nearing the atmosphere. Out."
Waiting for Ares in the hangar was the fast attack shuttle that would take him to the surface. Standing beside it was Squad Seven - a Union Commando unit. Clad in AV-1s scout armor, each one carried a blaster carbine, spare power packs, rations, explosives - individual members carried slicing tools, a sniper rifle, whatever suited their specialisation. Ares wasn't stupid. He knew he couldn't take down the whole cult alone - the tough fight against the cultist on Fondor had taught him that. The four members of Squad Seven were his backup, his support, and the anvil to his hammer.
By comparison, the Sith Lord seemed unarmoured. Instead of powered armour, he wore light jungle fatigues, with thin ceramic inserts for a little added protection. Light armour, but it breathed easily and wouldn't weigh him down. He had his lightsaber, a combat knife on his torso, and a recharging blaster at his hip. Standard utility belt - rations, grappling device, military-grade comlink with an earpiece and throat mike. He wouldn't be able to transmit back to the Clarity of Vision from the planet's surface, but he could hear anything they said to him.
Ready for battle, the five soldiers boarded the fast attack shuttle. They'd set down near Rayden's last known location, locate him, and then locate the Iron Tusks. Maybe a task easier said than done - with the deep Force presence, light and dark, on Dathomir, it would be easy for the cult to camouflage itself. But it couldn't hide forever.
Lachris was on alert as soon as they encountered the Nightsisters. Even if they were of his own clan and even if it was fairly rare for Nightsisters to actually kill each other in fights of dominance, he wouldn't put it entirely past one of these women to strike out at either him or the Sith beside him. Especially when the one beside him matched descriptions of a Sith that had been seen in recent month's conducting raids on the planet. Until his authority and power were firmly established, he would be cautious. His claim of protection for the Sith was not an empty one. If it came to a fight between her Sisters and the Sith, he would protect the Sith as he had pledged no matter how distasteful. As angry as he might be at him, Rayden did remove a rival clan, and sought to disrupt the operations of the Oscuritas and that was a debt not easily balanced.
The Sisters sent two of their number back to follow a hundred meters behind the Sith while the rest stayed in front of them. One women ran forward to report back to the camp. As they neared the camp, Lachris could sense that the rest of the women were alert and ready. The Sisters had assembled in full battle regalia, ready to link together for defensive spells should such a thing be needed. The male slaves of appropriate age had been armed as well and the rest were sent to secure locations away from the camp.
The camp itself wasn't large. There were no more than two dozen Sisters living here with an additional two or three hundred slaves. The entire place was designed to be broken down and transported within a few hours notice, so there were no permanent structures to be seen. For a moment, Lachris almost wondered what the Sith thought, but decided that he didn't care. Much.
When they reached the edge of the clearing around the village, Lachris stopped and looked at Rayden for the first time since setting out. He felt it only right to give them one final warning before it was too late. Within this camp, the Sisters would be harsh and unforgiving, no less than he would be.
His voice was absent warmth or levity. "Regardless what you may personally think, as soon as you enter this clearing, you are in Nightsister control. Your ways and laws mean nothing here, only their ways and laws. You are afforded some freedom because you saved me, or so they believe but it would not be wise to wander far until I say it is acceptable. You should do as I say without hesitation or I will not be responsible for what happens." He gave Rayden a cold look. "You must decide whether you trust that what I tell you to do is in your best interest or not. If you do not trust me, then turn around and leave this place at once. If you enter this place, there is no going back.''
Once the warning was given, Lachris lead Rayden inside the camp. As expected all eyes were upon the stranger, some more hateful than others. Those who were gathered in arms watched them mostly in silence. When it was clear that no violence was going to erupt, they began to melt back into their normal duties.
As they walked, he decided that it would be a good time to instruct the Sith on a few things. Before, he had not been entirely sure the brotherhood would actually come through with meeting with his people or sending someone so he had never gone into more detail than was necessary. Now though, the visitor would need some instructions if they were to get out of here in one piece. "The most important thing to remember is that here, males are inferior in all ways socially and politically. You aren't a slave, but be very careful whom you offend because some of the Sisters will give you a free lesson in humility." He swallowed a bit harder than normal at the memory of some of his lessons. The one he learned from the Sith exile, Ar-Pharazon had been more memorably brutal, but he had learned many lessons before that one.
"This is the Darksong Clan, the one which I have grown up within I destroyed obviously...one that my mother once played an important part in. But that's not to say I belong to other clans, I have allies. Due to a situation you need not know of, there are only a few actual Nightsisters here in this particular Clan, but there are other Clans nearby. Summons will be sent to their leaders and they will converge on this location so that we may discuss a treaty. I won't go into the complex network of rank and authority, but generally the older they are, the more powerful they are politically and through the Force. Weak Nightsisters don't last very long in our sort of lifestyle. I hope that you can recognize those who can cast spells otherwise you should just treat every armed woman as being a Sister.
"Each Sister has her own part of the camp. They have their personal tent and perhaps a few for their slaves to share. There is only one common tent and that is where the Sisters meet for collective discussions. Do not approach any Sister's tent for any reason unless I am with you. Rayden, you may be protected from enslavement by my tale of having freed me, but if you enter one of their tents willingly, even that protection won't save you. Do so and you are theirs to do with as they please and you will have to fight them to avoid enslavement or worse.''
He pointed to a small series of tents. There was a larger tent in the center that was surrounded by a series of smaller ones. A few men and women were milling about attending to business. Three adult rancor's were enjoying a meal at the edge facing away from the center of the encampment. "You will be staying in the tents of my friend's slaves. The hag is dead so all of her possessions, including those, fall to me. You will be safe enough there, but I caution you from nosing around too much. If you need anything, come to me and I will procure it. I wouldn't flash your light toys here, either."
He flashed a smile that was genuine, though tinged in a little cruelty. "I hope you don't expect five star accommodations here. As you can see, we live on the move and refreshers aren't very portable. There is bound to be a spring nearby to bathe, but don't expect much in the way of technology. Consider it an opportunity to get attuned with nature and the simple life. We'll be meeting the council in the morning but just remember our deal. I help you and you help my sister out of the jungle and get her offworld.''
With that Lachris let Rayden do as he pleased, to a degree. He was followed at a distance, as he walked about.
It took almost half hour but finally Ares had made it. He was at the last know location of Rayden, along with his backup Squad Seven. From initial guessing and scans, it was decided that Rayden had long gone and in his wake was a village in ruins and bodies strewn about either hung up in tree's, half eaten by the local wildlife or burnt. In one particular instance it appeared someone of importance had been 'branded' to put it politely. By no less than a fiery hand print, and then had a knife stuck in their midsection, across the back of their knee's and sliced across the neck. Clearly a fatal end to a deadly confrontation...two pairs of footprints lead away from the scene. One set he recognized as Rayden's.
One member of Seven Squad approached Ares as he took it all in.
''Sir we found footprints. Two of em, heading north. One is diffently our guy, scans indicate massive thermal readings...like there was alot of fire here recently, most likely the cause of the burnings. As for the cause of the fire, unknown sir.''
Post by Darth Nephelus on Oct 18, 2015 3:59:53 GMT
"Save your empty threats boy, I have faced far worse than you," rolling his eyes at Lachris' dire warning. The smell of exotic spices, and otherworldly materials flared his nostrils. What was he smelling exactly, it smelled divine. Perhaps a gander at the cauldron wouldn't hurt. After all he WAS an off-worlder, a child to their ways. Rayden followed the smell to a cauldron located to the Northeast side of the camp, one located by one of the sisters tents. Looking into it, he saw no contents. Just pure black liquid. He leaned in and took a sniff, what followed next was a series of very vivid flashbacks. Everything from his past was resurfacing, he was reliving everything, once again. Then it focused to the now, then it turns black again. All he heard was his screams, why was he screaming. And for what? What happened to him?
The vision ends suddenly, and he came to the realization of where he was once more. Lachris didn't say anything. But Rayden was pale white, the life in his face had been sucked dry. He knew Lachris had sensed something, he had to. "H-how long of a wait do I have?" Rayden asked finally.
There was no answer, no surprise. He had to play it off as it didn't trouble him, whatever was in that cauldron, whatever magics being channeled they were powerful. Too powerful. "You must be the Sith everyone is chattering about, word travels quickly around these parts. Need not worry who I am child," the witch approached the apprehensive Marauder, who was taken back a bit by everything. "Come let me see you," she brushed his gray hair out of his face and looked directly into his eyes. "Trouble child, a dark path lies before you. A great dark storm, I see fire in the sky, flying creatures, and you. And another!" she continued looking, but the mention of 'another' caught his attention. "Ares?" he asked. "I do not know his name, just he is blind," she confirmed his suspicions. "The fire in the sky causes-" she stops. "Causes what? Please, please tell me," he begged, but the woman would not answer. It seemed that Lachris had silenced her with just a stare.
"Revenge," Ares murmured to himself, so softly nobody could hear him. The flames ate at his flesh, blackening and cracking before it began to melt. Behind him he heard a child wail, scream, and go silent. He opened his mouth to scream, and the fire was inside of him-
With a gasp, Ares tore himself out of the echo, breathing heavily. He looked around him, saw a woman screaming beside a scorched hut as she was eaten by fire, desperately trying to protect her child, saw the ring of fire walling off a pair of children trying to flee the village and closing in-
The Miraluka forced his senses shut, and counted to ten. When he reopened himself to the world, he saw only the Obsidian Commandos, spread out around the ruined village with its scattered bodies.
"Whoever did this was angry," Ares said to himself. It was in the air, in the trees, in the soil he had clenched in his hand. Magnified by the deaths of those who lived here, the anger had left a stain on the Force, a rippling echo of screams and death and brutal vengeance. What creatures remained in this area would go mad, savaging any who approached and clawing their way to the top of the hunting order. Releasing the handful of dirt, Ares stood up. He wanted to find who had done this.
"What do you think, Mav," Ares said to the squad leader. "My tracking skills are a bit rusty - think these footprints are our man's?"
"I'd say so," the commando agreed. Mav - Maverick - was a former Wachetrooper, and now lead Squad Seven. "This tread matches Lord Rayden's. The other, I'd say a male, human or near human, tail end of adolescence."
"Nice to have my theory vetted by the expert. We're going on foot from here on," Ares said. He touched a finger to his earpiece. "Alright, FAS-five, head back to the Clarity. We're going on foot from here."
With a ripple of thruster wash, the fast attack shuttle peeled skyward, and silence settled over the area. The other commandos joined them at Mav's signal. "We're following these prints, standard loose scouting formation," Ares ordered. "Trench, you're on point. Cupcake, take the rear. Frost and Mav, we're in the center. Trench, Cupcake, I want you about 50 metres away from us. If you see anything, call it in, and I want check-ins every five minutes. Dathomir's full of rancors and witches - we need to be cautious. We'll find Rayden and his new friend, then track down our cultists." He motioned towards the tracks. "Let's get going."
Last Edit: Oct 18, 2015 14:48:21 GMT by Darth Ares
Post by Darth Lucifer on Oct 19, 2015 23:34:31 GMT
Such arrogance. This was the thought that crossed Lachris mind when Rayden spoke to him, his tone denoted his hate for the witches and those who served them. Yet little did he know, the boy's threat was not empty...a Sith the human male was, perhaps he may have faced far worse but there was always something that surpassed even that.
Lachris approached Rayden, shaking his head.
''I warned you to be careful and to not stray too far from the path. What you saw was but one possible future, the old woman is Arleigh, she is our elder...our shaman if you will. She decipher's any visions or dreams gained from those who gaze into the Broth of Visions. You was not meant to see what you saw.
At least not yet until the time was right. To do so can likely have unintended consequences, mostly not for the better. Please do not stray again, at least if you value your sanity. Either way I suggest you get some rest, you are going to need it for tomorrow.''
Just as they were about to move, Ares senses alerted him to the nearby presence of Jedi. By his estimates two or three at most....sent from the academy, it became clear rather quickly that they had felt the destruction wrought and come to investigate. He needed to move quickly or be blamed for the atrocity.
On the horizon a figure began to emerge saber at the ready and already ignited with a bright blue blade. Cautiously the figure was approaching followed by his friends. His suspicions were soon confirmed by Mav.
''Sir we got movement ahead. Scans pick up two maybe three humanoid lifeforms, approaching fast.''
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'' 'Evil' is a word used by the ignorant and the weak. The darkside is about survival, it's about unleashing your inner power. It glorifies the strength of the individual.'' - Darth Lucifer
"Weapons down, into the treeline, now," Ares hissed. The Commandos scattered, dispersing into the trees to find somewhere to hide; Ares himself leaped into the jungle surrounding the clearing and made for a tall, sturdy looking tree. Taking a running jump, he grabbed ahold of a low branch and kicked at the trunk until his feet found purchase and he could hoist himself up. From there he climbed up into the lower canopy, concealing himself among the leaves and branches but getting a good view of the clearing.
He wasn't here to fight the Jedi, and he knew he'd need most of his strength for the Iron Tusks. Hidden in the canopy the chances they'd see or hear him were low. They might detect him in the Force, but Ares was banking on the echo throwing out their perceptions of the world around them; as long as he didn't use the Force himself, he should be able to just blend in with the ambient Force energy of the area.
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