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Life can be...just wow. Lessons learned from my hiatus: it's ok to be vulnerable with those you care about, the people who love you will always remain in your life and be true to what you want.
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Aaaaand work got busy again. Breaking my rule of posting on Friday, but that'll be when I have time again.
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The information on both disks would be more than enough evidence to convince anyone with ears that there was a plot involving sleeper Sith agents in known space, but he couldn't believe it. Not yet.
"Let's hold on a minute." Even after Aria had taken a few calming breaths, he could feel waves of nervous energy emanating off of her. An understandable reaction, considering that if all this were true, then the very fabric of their collective society was at risk of being torn apart, including her father.
"These are old holo disks on an abandoned planet in a temple of a dead Order. We can't jump to conclusions. What if this was recorded hundreds of years ago? The Republic and the Empire have been around for almost a thousand years. Maybe there was a Sith incursion and it was dealt with quietly. We both know that our respective governing bodies are VERY good at covering up the truth when they don't want their people discovering things." Yerbol retrieved another holodisk from the same stack.
"Let's play another one, see where it leads." Upon activation, two individuals garbed in robes, one of them looking awfully familiar. She spoke in clipped, harsh sentences, but he recognized her piercing eyes and thin lips almost instantly:
"With insertion complete, we move to manipulation. Tactically, we must deplete them however we can." The man next to her added:
"The Treaty can be easily broken. We will ensure of this." The duo looked at each other with solemnity before returning their gaze forward.
"If all goes well, their weakness will cripple them." The man finished, his projection disappearing. The woman, however, remained.
"Five seven two, take this holodisk with you to these coordinates with the rest. We'll contact you again when we need your services." As the projection flickered out of existence, Yerbol shook his head vehemently, leaning against one of the shelves.
"That was...wow. Ok." He placed his hands behind his head, laughing.
"That was Master Soto, the newest member of the Council. She was initiated a few years ago, right around the time I became a Knight. I can't...she was always so kind. So genteel and to see her..." He made eye contact with his companion.
"You're right. Someone has to know what's going on so we can find the insurgents, wherever they are." A stroke of realization flashed through his mind.
"How many other events have the Sith manipulated? If they were responsible for breaking the Treaty, then the death of the Emperor, the Hutt Cartel's resurgence, whispers of 'growing dissent' between Jedi and Republic forces...if this is true, if ANY of this is true, then this Order wants to destabilize the relationship between Force Wielders and the governments that are over them. Without the Emperor, the Empire would be free from having to obey the Dark Council. Without the Jedi, the Republic could operate without fear of Jedi revolt...Oh man. Ohhhh man." He paced between the shelf and one of the windows, gesturing as he continued:
"But then how WAS there a resurgence of True Sith? We stumbled onto their star map, but that was by accident. It would take years of training, I would assume, to internalize the True Sith's code to want to turn against the Known galaxy. What was the trigger point..." As he turned from the shelf once more, Yerbol spotted dark clouds forming over the mountains, billowing towards them.
They needed to move.
"Let's hold on a minute." Even after Aria had taken a few calming breaths, he could feel waves of nervous energy emanating off of her. An understandable reaction, considering that if all this were true, then the very fabric of their collective society was at risk of being torn apart, including her father.
"These are old holo disks on an abandoned planet in a temple of a dead Order. We can't jump to conclusions. What if this was recorded hundreds of years ago? The Republic and the Empire have been around for almost a thousand years. Maybe there was a Sith incursion and it was dealt with quietly. We both know that our respective governing bodies are VERY good at covering up the truth when they don't want their people discovering things." Yerbol retrieved another holodisk from the same stack.
"Let's play another one, see where it leads." Upon activation, two individuals garbed in robes, one of them looking awfully familiar. She spoke in clipped, harsh sentences, but he recognized her piercing eyes and thin lips almost instantly:
"With insertion complete, we move to manipulation. Tactically, we must deplete them however we can." The man next to her added:
"The Treaty can be easily broken. We will ensure of this." The duo looked at each other with solemnity before returning their gaze forward.
"If all goes well, their weakness will cripple them." The man finished, his projection disappearing. The woman, however, remained.
"Five seven two, take this holodisk with you to these coordinates with the rest. We'll contact you again when we need your services." As the projection flickered out of existence, Yerbol shook his head vehemently, leaning against one of the shelves.
"That was...wow. Ok." He placed his hands behind his head, laughing.
"That was Master Soto, the newest member of the Council. She was initiated a few years ago, right around the time I became a Knight. I can't...she was always so kind. So genteel and to see her..." He made eye contact with his companion.
"You're right. Someone has to know what's going on so we can find the insurgents, wherever they are." A stroke of realization flashed through his mind.
"How many other events have the Sith manipulated? If they were responsible for breaking the Treaty, then the death of the Emperor, the Hutt Cartel's resurgence, whispers of 'growing dissent' between Jedi and Republic forces...if this is true, if ANY of this is true, then this Order wants to destabilize the relationship between Force Wielders and the governments that are over them. Without the Emperor, the Empire would be free from having to obey the Dark Council. Without the Jedi, the Republic could operate without fear of Jedi revolt...Oh man. Ohhhh man." He paced between the shelf and one of the windows, gesturing as he continued:
"But then how WAS there a resurgence of True Sith? We stumbled onto their star map, but that was by accident. It would take years of training, I would assume, to internalize the True Sith's code to want to turn against the Known galaxy. What was the trigger point..." As he turned from the shelf once more, Yerbol spotted dark clouds forming over the mountains, billowing towards them.
They needed to move.
Oh I TOTALLY get that. Seriously.
HA! Yessssss. By the way, I GOT a lot of ideas in the car yesterday and need to put them down on paper so I can get them all to you.
HA! Yessssss. By the way, I GOT a lot of ideas in the car yesterday and need to put them down on paper so I can get them all to you.
Revan and Bastila, that's right! They had been enemies beforehand, engaged in an actual life or death duel and then somehow managed to forge a Force bond that even current Masters are perplexed at. He hadn't mustered the courage to ask Master Satele about her great grandmothers force bond with one of the most enigmatic figure in all of galactic history, so he had resorted to reading about it in various texts that all ended with similar strains of "Till this day, no one has ever been able to replicate the strength nor the depth of a Force bond, let alone actually creating one."
Aria's father would be the least of HIS worries. The Masters would more than likely demand that the duo be separated, then Yerbol would be forced to meditate for days on end to "purge" himself from the "taint" he had received by spending time with such a malicious human. He chuckled inwardly at how stale and stiff he made the Masters out to be, knowing that they weren't ALL like that.
Most of the time.
Her question brought him back to reality, nodding.
"You're right. Gotta keep moving and get off this rock alive...and I also assume you heard what I did?" The Knight looked up, spotting the platform they had made their original destination. Instead of there being a sealed door, however, was an open doorway with light drifting lazily on the other side. Upon walking past the threshold, they found themselves in a large, open aired square shaped room with shelves lining the walls stacked with parchments and old holo disks that seemed to be in some kind of order. To their right, floor to ceiling windows extended from the threshold all the way down to the end of the room, putting on display an expansive valley teeming with verdant grass. Snowy peaks were visible in the distance along with a couple of smoking volcanoes that flanked their non-lava bearing cousins.
"You know, if we weren't on a planet teeming with monsters that could rip us to shreds, I'd say that this is a gorgeous planet." He leaned gently with his left forearm on one of the windows, savoring the rest they had earned.
"It was no wonder the True Sith made this their planet. Beautiful and terrifying all at once. From what we've seen, that's falls right in line with their principals." He turned from the window before taking his dark brown robe off, planting it on the cool marble floor and stretching his arms overhead.
"I suppose..." His arms returned to his sides.
"We've won, haven't we? Makes sense. We overcame every obstacle up here, so now we have to 'study' the ways of the True Sith. We're full fledged disciples now." Walking to a shelf, he took one of the older holodisks off the shelf and turned it over in his hands, snorting a laugh.
"These are ollllld. Looks like first generation self-projecting holo disks. These things probably only hold, what, ten minutes of footage?" He placed one of the ground and pressed the center, a miniature hologram of a man garbed in an elaborately patterned tunic, his eyes focused and hard as he spoke:
"Insertion phase is nearly complete. Some of our newly minted brethren encountered problems. They have been eliminated one way or another. We will need three more on Coruscant." As the holo cut out, Yerbol's brow rose.
"Uh..." He looked to Aria, eyes widening.
"Insertion?"
Aria's father would be the least of HIS worries. The Masters would more than likely demand that the duo be separated, then Yerbol would be forced to meditate for days on end to "purge" himself from the "taint" he had received by spending time with such a malicious human. He chuckled inwardly at how stale and stiff he made the Masters out to be, knowing that they weren't ALL like that.
Most of the time.
Her question brought him back to reality, nodding.
"You're right. Gotta keep moving and get off this rock alive...and I also assume you heard what I did?" The Knight looked up, spotting the platform they had made their original destination. Instead of there being a sealed door, however, was an open doorway with light drifting lazily on the other side. Upon walking past the threshold, they found themselves in a large, open aired square shaped room with shelves lining the walls stacked with parchments and old holo disks that seemed to be in some kind of order. To their right, floor to ceiling windows extended from the threshold all the way down to the end of the room, putting on display an expansive valley teeming with verdant grass. Snowy peaks were visible in the distance along with a couple of smoking volcanoes that flanked their non-lava bearing cousins.
"You know, if we weren't on a planet teeming with monsters that could rip us to shreds, I'd say that this is a gorgeous planet." He leaned gently with his left forearm on one of the windows, savoring the rest they had earned.
"It was no wonder the True Sith made this their planet. Beautiful and terrifying all at once. From what we've seen, that's falls right in line with their principals." He turned from the window before taking his dark brown robe off, planting it on the cool marble floor and stretching his arms overhead.
"I suppose..." His arms returned to his sides.
"We've won, haven't we? Makes sense. We overcame every obstacle up here, so now we have to 'study' the ways of the True Sith. We're full fledged disciples now." Walking to a shelf, he took one of the older holodisks off the shelf and turned it over in his hands, snorting a laugh.
"These are ollllld. Looks like first generation self-projecting holo disks. These things probably only hold, what, ten minutes of footage?" He placed one of the ground and pressed the center, a miniature hologram of a man garbed in an elaborately patterned tunic, his eyes focused and hard as he spoke:
"Insertion phase is nearly complete. Some of our newly minted brethren encountered problems. They have been eliminated one way or another. We will need three more on Coruscant." As the holo cut out, Yerbol's brow rose.
"Uh..." He looked to Aria, eyes widening.
"Insertion?"
Hey, sorry for not posting yesterday. Was grading like a madman plus students. TODAY, though, I'll be grading while students are doing college stuff, so will get you a post here in a bit. Might even be able to do multiple posts today! Yay!
Yay for force bonds!
Haha, yeah, I feel you there. I liked Kreia more than Bastila just because she was old and grumpy xD
Yay for exploring force bonds! I love how grumpy Aria seems about the notion xD
Haha, yeah, I feel you there. I liked Kreia more than Bastila just because she was old and grumpy xD
Yay for exploring force bonds! I love how grumpy Aria seems about the notion xD
He wanted to snap at her, tell her she was absolutely and horribly wrong. How on EARTH could she suggest that, after everything they had endured the past few days? He couldn't lay down and let this happen to them. But a key word she used temporarily stemmed the swirl of negativity clouding his mind.
Home.
She was right. They didn't have a home. It was hard to reconcile the idea. Maybe she was more comfortable with the notion of staying in the settlement due to the trauma she experienced at Chesapeake, but he had always known stability in Omega. Eventually he knew that the full gravity of Omega's destruction would settle into his bones. He would be a floater, a nomad. Sure, there were other survivors from Omega, but they were a small group and probably had moved on from the bunker already. They'd be hard, if not impossible to find.
Maybe it would be easier to settle here, buy into whatever stuff they were selling, gather intel and then strike back when they're least expecting it. Yeah, he could work with that. He and Cam could liberate the people here, form a settlement that could help others, spread throughout the country. Yeah, that'll do, that'll do.
He wanted to respond to Cam, but Avery cut him off. More tests.
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"Virtual reality? Like a video game or something?" The trio in charge didn't respond, only watching ominously as the guards slipped a domed helmet over his skull, the lowest part covering his eyes. The sudden plunge of total darkness disoriented him for only a moment when bright, vibrant colors assaulted his eyes. He moved his hand up to shield his eyes, but halfway through the motion, he heard a voice:
"And those who trust in Me shall have living water flow from his heart." His hand dropped to his side, the once mentally crippling lights forming into a cohesive setting. Grass was underneath his bare feet, loose cargo shorts blowing in the breeze. The crisp, cool air gently wafted past his face as his eyes narrowed to examine the sweeping plain he was on. There were a few trees in the distance blooming with foliage, but much closer to him stood a figure robed in a black and white overcoat, his lips forming a smile.
"Ryk..." He strode forward, the duo embracing for a moment before Justin stepped back, examining the familiar, worn face.
"It's good to see you in one piece, son. I knew you'd make it out of there, but in how many pieces was my concern." Justin snorted a laugh.
"Come on, Ryk, you know I'm good at getting out of tough situations."
"Still, worry isn't hard to occupy oneself with."
"Fair enough." A stillness came over the plain.
"I ah...I thought you died."
"I did. Unlike you, I couldn't pull myself out in time."
"But you told me to leave." Ryken scoffed, motioning to the ring of corpses that they now stood in, riddled with bullet holes and stab wounds, gore spattered on the once peaceful field.
"I didn't think that you would be such a mindless follower. To do everything I said without question. You never had much of a mind to lead, Justin, you know that. I just had to confirm it." Justin shook his head, backing away a couple of steps before tripping over a body. He tried to raise himself, but a hand was clamped onto his ankle. It was a boy, barely fourteen. His eyes were bloodshot, corneas inflamed, blood dripping from his mouth. A soft gurgle escaped from his lips as he tried to speak, his grip tightening. Justin squirmed away from his captor, but another hand shot out. Naomi, an older woman who sold salvage, hair caked with mud and viscera. Ryken's voice boomed over the plains as more of Omega's dead crawled towards Justin:
"Blessed are those whose blood is shed in the name of the Lord, for they will receive white robes and be given judgment over the nations!"
"Ryk, stop them! Stop them!" He was kicking now, desperately, shouting in protest as they climbed over him, swarmed him.
"The Lord redeems His afflicted, but destroys the wicked! The Righteous shall trample upon the ashes of the wicked underfoot!" The grass was ablaze. Heat unbearable.
"Stop...stop..." They were on top of him now, their weight pressing, suffocating, crushing his ribs. He could hear her voice now, a muttered whisper:
"The fight was never in you. It was never about you. Give in." As a limb crawled across his face, he whispered:
"Wrong."
"Give in, give up, give yourself to me. Always."
"No." With a scream that ripped through his body, he punched upwards, clambering up and over the undulating mass of reanimated corpses, shoving, hitting. He finally reached the top to find Ryken holding a gleaming pistol in his right hand aimed directly at Justin.
"Rest with the others. Accept your fate."
"No." Justin curtly responded, heaving himself to his feet.
"I will never stop. Ever." It wasn't Ryken in front of him now. Her hand trembled slightly, her slight, delicate hand. Bright blue eyes searched his, dark hair the color of hay settling on her shoulders.
"Not even because of you." Justin ambled forward, her hand trembling even more.
"Don't make me do this. Please." Her voice cracked as Justin's sternum pressed against the barrel of the gun.
"It was never about you." He uttered with a sad smile, the girl returning the gesture.
"No. It never was." In a fluid series of movement, Justin grabbed the gun from the girl and delivered two shots to her head before firing at the ground below, unloading the ammunition into the mound of death beneath. They were finally still.
Justin's body tumbled out of the chair, guards catching him before he connected with the ground. His face was covered in a sheen of sweat, eyes closed but twitching underneath his eyelids.
"Strap in the female." The unknown second woman commanded as the guards carried the unconscious Justin out of the room.
Home.
She was right. They didn't have a home. It was hard to reconcile the idea. Maybe she was more comfortable with the notion of staying in the settlement due to the trauma she experienced at Chesapeake, but he had always known stability in Omega. Eventually he knew that the full gravity of Omega's destruction would settle into his bones. He would be a floater, a nomad. Sure, there were other survivors from Omega, but they were a small group and probably had moved on from the bunker already. They'd be hard, if not impossible to find.
Maybe it would be easier to settle here, buy into whatever stuff they were selling, gather intel and then strike back when they're least expecting it. Yeah, he could work with that. He and Cam could liberate the people here, form a settlement that could help others, spread throughout the country. Yeah, that'll do, that'll do.
He wanted to respond to Cam, but Avery cut him off. More tests.
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"Virtual reality? Like a video game or something?" The trio in charge didn't respond, only watching ominously as the guards slipped a domed helmet over his skull, the lowest part covering his eyes. The sudden plunge of total darkness disoriented him for only a moment when bright, vibrant colors assaulted his eyes. He moved his hand up to shield his eyes, but halfway through the motion, he heard a voice:
"And those who trust in Me shall have living water flow from his heart." His hand dropped to his side, the once mentally crippling lights forming into a cohesive setting. Grass was underneath his bare feet, loose cargo shorts blowing in the breeze. The crisp, cool air gently wafted past his face as his eyes narrowed to examine the sweeping plain he was on. There were a few trees in the distance blooming with foliage, but much closer to him stood a figure robed in a black and white overcoat, his lips forming a smile.
"Ryk..." He strode forward, the duo embracing for a moment before Justin stepped back, examining the familiar, worn face.
"It's good to see you in one piece, son. I knew you'd make it out of there, but in how many pieces was my concern." Justin snorted a laugh.
"Come on, Ryk, you know I'm good at getting out of tough situations."
"Still, worry isn't hard to occupy oneself with."
"Fair enough." A stillness came over the plain.
"I ah...I thought you died."
"I did. Unlike you, I couldn't pull myself out in time."
"But you told me to leave." Ryken scoffed, motioning to the ring of corpses that they now stood in, riddled with bullet holes and stab wounds, gore spattered on the once peaceful field.
"I didn't think that you would be such a mindless follower. To do everything I said without question. You never had much of a mind to lead, Justin, you know that. I just had to confirm it." Justin shook his head, backing away a couple of steps before tripping over a body. He tried to raise himself, but a hand was clamped onto his ankle. It was a boy, barely fourteen. His eyes were bloodshot, corneas inflamed, blood dripping from his mouth. A soft gurgle escaped from his lips as he tried to speak, his grip tightening. Justin squirmed away from his captor, but another hand shot out. Naomi, an older woman who sold salvage, hair caked with mud and viscera. Ryken's voice boomed over the plains as more of Omega's dead crawled towards Justin:
"Blessed are those whose blood is shed in the name of the Lord, for they will receive white robes and be given judgment over the nations!"
"Ryk, stop them! Stop them!" He was kicking now, desperately, shouting in protest as they climbed over him, swarmed him.
"The Lord redeems His afflicted, but destroys the wicked! The Righteous shall trample upon the ashes of the wicked underfoot!" The grass was ablaze. Heat unbearable.
"Stop...stop..." They were on top of him now, their weight pressing, suffocating, crushing his ribs. He could hear her voice now, a muttered whisper:
"The fight was never in you. It was never about you. Give in." As a limb crawled across his face, he whispered:
"Wrong."
"Give in, give up, give yourself to me. Always."
"No." With a scream that ripped through his body, he punched upwards, clambering up and over the undulating mass of reanimated corpses, shoving, hitting. He finally reached the top to find Ryken holding a gleaming pistol in his right hand aimed directly at Justin.
"Rest with the others. Accept your fate."
"No." Justin curtly responded, heaving himself to his feet.
"I will never stop. Ever." It wasn't Ryken in front of him now. Her hand trembled slightly, her slight, delicate hand. Bright blue eyes searched his, dark hair the color of hay settling on her shoulders.
"Not even because of you." Justin ambled forward, her hand trembling even more.
"Don't make me do this. Please." Her voice cracked as Justin's sternum pressed against the barrel of the gun.
"It was never about you." He uttered with a sad smile, the girl returning the gesture.
"No. It never was." In a fluid series of movement, Justin grabbed the gun from the girl and delivered two shots to her head before firing at the ground below, unloading the ammunition into the mound of death beneath. They were finally still.
Justin's body tumbled out of the chair, guards catching him before he connected with the ground. His face was covered in a sheen of sweat, eyes closed but twitching underneath his eyelids.
"Strap in the female." The unknown second woman commanded as the guards carried the unconscious Justin out of the room.
Gotcha, no problem!
Sooooo I may or may not have introduced a concept from KOTOR. Let me know what you think, seeing as I've wanted to play with this for a while, but if it feels too shoehorned in, let me know.
Sooooo I may or may not have introduced a concept from KOTOR. Let me know what you think, seeing as I've wanted to play with this for a while, but if it feels too shoehorned in, let me know.
Their combined effort to take down the Sith was so smooth, so effortless that even Yerbol couldn't help but laugh along with Aria when she sunk to her knees, the projection uttering a last shout of pain before disintegrating. There wasn't very much they had to communicate; instead, it almost felt like their minds were totally in sync, their movements complimenting each other with precision. A bond like this to form so quickly...no, it wasn't that. There was no bond. It was probably just a miraculous effort on both their parts to channel the Force at the same time. This was a powerful source of Force energies, so it wasn't too much of a surprise, but still...
Aria's quip about not passing brought his attention back to their current situation. He nodded slightly, looking up the snaking staircase.
"Although...maybe we were supposed to destroy the projection. Maybe the whole point of the test was to overcome the guide that was given us." Yerbol strained his senses to feel for anything irregular in the environment, eyes closing for a few moments. When they opened, he shook his head.
"Can't feel anything different. Maybe we just climb to the top of the tower and see what's stored up there. Here's hoping it's not another malicious projection out to destroy us." He extended a hand to his companion, helping her to her feet as words tumbled out of his mouth that he wish he could've taken back:
"Did you feel the initial forming of a bond between us?" He swore right after the words came out before quickly supplementing the thought:
"The way we fought just now. It was so blasted effortless and that has NEVER happened to me before. I mean, I've fought with others in the training room and on battlefields, but I've never had something that fluid come over me before. I've heard about bonds forming between two Force users that can be forged in stressful situations and..." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
"Point is, something was different about that fight. I wanted to know if you felt the same way." Yerbol then walked to the base of the staircase and began the ascent, hoping that the action of climbing stairs could negate some of the potential awkwardness he had caused by asking...or the potential difficulties that could come from her confirmation. After all, they had ONLY been together for a short period of time, including their fight on Korriban and subsequent flight to Taris. She had murdered his sister and almost succeeded in killing him as well. Could a bond truly form between such opposites?
Although the duo were occupied in conversation, Yerbol could sense something shift as they climbed the staircase. A soft grating, then a quick whir...then silence again. They would have to address that after their discussion.
Aria's quip about not passing brought his attention back to their current situation. He nodded slightly, looking up the snaking staircase.
"Although...maybe we were supposed to destroy the projection. Maybe the whole point of the test was to overcome the guide that was given us." Yerbol strained his senses to feel for anything irregular in the environment, eyes closing for a few moments. When they opened, he shook his head.
"Can't feel anything different. Maybe we just climb to the top of the tower and see what's stored up there. Here's hoping it's not another malicious projection out to destroy us." He extended a hand to his companion, helping her to her feet as words tumbled out of his mouth that he wish he could've taken back:
"Did you feel the initial forming of a bond between us?" He swore right after the words came out before quickly supplementing the thought:
"The way we fought just now. It was so blasted effortless and that has NEVER happened to me before. I mean, I've fought with others in the training room and on battlefields, but I've never had something that fluid come over me before. I've heard about bonds forming between two Force users that can be forged in stressful situations and..." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
"Point is, something was different about that fight. I wanted to know if you felt the same way." Yerbol then walked to the base of the staircase and began the ascent, hoping that the action of climbing stairs could negate some of the potential awkwardness he had caused by asking...or the potential difficulties that could come from her confirmation. After all, they had ONLY been together for a short period of time, including their fight on Korriban and subsequent flight to Taris. She had murdered his sister and almost succeeded in killing him as well. Could a bond truly form between such opposites?
Although the duo were occupied in conversation, Yerbol could sense something shift as they climbed the staircase. A soft grating, then a quick whir...then silence again. They would have to address that after their discussion.
Hey, so my head is spinning from grading essays...will get back to you tomorrow :)
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