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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: How's that, ya bugger?!?!


Gosh but yer gettin' crotchety in your old age!

Much love to you, brother!

Posted on 2016-03-04 at 10:55:31.

Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Granted...


...Unfortunately "the world" is little more than a 900 square foot room with a subway turnstile in the middle. Here's fifty cents, just in case you want to check out the far wall.

I wish I could come up with an uncorruptable wish!

Posted on 2016-03-04 at 07:22:05.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Indeed...


...great rounds of posting, folks. As Olan, said, it definitely harkens back to the original Discovery run and I'm LOVING it! Kudos all around!

Also... Happiest of Happy Birthdays, Dunkelzahn!

Posted on 2016-03-04 at 06:23:14.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Nicely done...


...buddy bear!

Posted on 2016-03-03 at 21:18:28.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: And...


...there's some more of Captain Emo Meets Counselor Slugbelly.

Good posts, all around, folks!

Duncan - I don't even think you need me to hit you with that PM regarding the pod! You've got it all in spades, brother!

Red - What crap posts? I've not seen anything remotely nearing a crap post from you. Pleased to have you aboard and looking very forward to seeing Blackmon shine when she gets to interact more.


Posted on 2016-03-03 at 20:03:35.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Self doubt and self discovery aren't far apart


Stardate 2365.02.07
USS Peregrine, Captain’s Ready Room – 0800


"Tochi," Drake grinned faintly in reply to the Trill’s counsel, "if you ever decide that this whole 'flying starships' gig isn't for you anymore, you should consider a career in counseling. Apparently, a couple of hundred years of shared experiences help to bestow a shocking amount of wisdom and insight."

Zai chuckled; “Kasru was an ambassador for a good many years…and married twice in that time…” He offered a shrug to go along with the quiet laughter. “Not exactly a counselor,” he speculated, “but much the same approach to understanding people, given the experience. If I get another chance, perhaps we’ll give that a try.”

Falling back into receptive silence, then, Tochi watched as the Captain focused, momentarily, on the back of his left hand and the scars that graced the skin there; letting the senior officer reflect on them and, of course, taking note of the darkening expression as Silas did so. The Captain was notably calmer, now, and Tochi felt that true nature of the man’s torment was closer to the surface, now. Best to let him find his way to it, the Trill decided, maintaining his silence.

"The fact of the matter, though," Silas continued, speaking almost more to those scars than to Tochi in that moment, but still continuing on the path the Trill had hoped for, "is that it's more than a question of someone doubting me. After all, what sort of officer would I be if a few words were enough to rattle me? I won't deny that the conversation left me angry, but there is more to it..."

And here it comes, Tochi said to himself as Silas seemed to become lost in the contemplation of his scars.

"What if they are right?" the Captain asked, his eyes only meeting Zai's, again, after the query had been lofted.

It wasn’t a rhetorical question, but Tochi felt that the man wasn’t looking for an answer, just yet, and, so, let his ”They’re not” go unspoken, as well.

"My very first real command led to the death of several people, Tochi. Including Michelle's," Drake continued, holding up a hand to forestall an interruption which Zai had already chosen not to impose on him. "I know what you are going to say. The matter was investigated, it was concluded that I did everything possible, that I chose the correct course of action. I know what they say; they gave me a frilling medal for it."

Tochi heard the unvoiced sigh in the shaking of Silas’ head, just then, and almost physically felt the underlying pain in his next words…

"You know what haunts me about that day? If I was put in the same situation, knowing what I know now... I would still make the same choice,” Drake admitted, “In my mind, I know that it was the only course of action. That doesn't help me sleep at night, though. It doesn't make the ache go away."

And it shouldn’t, Tochi answered, but, not aloud. The man was getting very close. He was reliving that moment, in all the explicit, unedited detail that only he had access to. Reviewing the moment, almost in the same way that Tochi, himself, had learned to cope with the memories and experiences of the others who had come before him…

"…at some point, my actions will almost certainly lead to the deaths of more people,” Silas was saying, now, as he stared off into space, “Operating on the sorts of missions that we draw, it's likely only a matter of time. I've come to peace with that fact, as much as I can. But again... what if they are right?"

The Captain’s eyes detached from that nether-point and met Zai’s, again. "I believe that I make the best choices that I can. But what if I'm not fit to make those choices to begin with? Who's to say that someone more qualified than me might not have made things different aboard the Alexander? Would more lives have been saved?

That's the rub, isn't it,” Drake chuckled dolefully, “No matter how hard you train, no matter how much you study... so much of what we do comes down to gut calls. One must possess conviction in their decisions; else you open yourself to second guessing and ineffective command. But that same conviction can blind you to other options if you aren't terribly careful."

“That is the rub, as you say,” Tochi acknowledged with an insightful smile, “It all comes back to the fact that, even in retrospect, here, in this moment, you would still remain true to who you are, Silas. If you could do it all again, you would do what you expected of yourself, not what someone else might have expected of you after reading the reports or, even, witnessing the events first hand.” He spread his hands again and offered yet another probing shrug; “Isn’t that what makes a true leader? Isn’t that the trait that any of us in Starfleet, or any of us in the service of any federation, for that matter, look for in those tasked to guide us?

What if,” the Trill proposed, “someone else had been in your position aboard that ship, Captain? And what if they had made decisions that were radically different to those you made? Would it have saved more lives or, perhaps, would it have cost more lives?” He shrugged in answer to his own question. “We don’t know,” he said, “and neither does anyone else.”

“What happened, happened, Silas,” he continued, “and regardless of what anyone thinks of it or, in hindsight, suggests that it could have gone differently, nothing changes that. You did what you thought to be the right thing, then, and, now, all these years later, as you look back, you still know that your actions would be the same and that you would still feel right in pursuing that course of action.”

Tochi rose from the seat, then, reached across the desk, and clasped the Captain’s shoulder. “Who can question that? Who can claim that, in a moment that they didn’t experience, that they would have done differently?

I’d sooner lose my life under the command of someone like you,” Zai said sincerely, “than sit down to dinner with any number of those administrators who only see things by looking backwards but learning nothing from it.”

He removed his hand, then, and, straightening his uniform, took a couple of steps away from the desk. “From all I’ve read,” the Trill grinned, gesturing to the model of The Golden Hind, “Your ancestor had a very similar mindset to yours. In the grand scheme of things, when all was said and done, he was quite successful, wasn’t he?” Tochi moved for the door, then, saying; “Sir Francis Drake, I imagine, put very little stock in what ifs; perhaps, Captain Silas Drake should emulate that, as well, hm?”

He had reached the door, now, and, just before cueing it to open, he turned back and regarded the Captain, once again. “For the record, sir,” he said, “If it does come to a court martial, I will be there, front and center, as your friend above all else.

If you’ll excuse me,” he smiled, “I’ve got reports to gather from Science and Engineering. See you at the briefing, sir.”

((OOC: And, with that, Tochi will leave the Captain to contemplate... as always, plenty of room for interjections and such, if you like... Edits as needed.))

Posted on 2016-03-03 at 19:58:53.
Edited on 2016-03-03 at 20:08:17 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Gladiator QnA
Subject: Yes sir!


Human female.

Posted on 2016-03-03 at 17:18:13.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I like Captain Emo!


Good solid RP stuff, there! Even if, somehow, it does lead to Tochi being the "unofficial counselor" aboard Peregrine.

Got at least one more post to add to that particular convo... since it's writing itself much like that last one did, I expect I'll have it tacked up soon.

Posted on 2016-03-03 at 17:16:31.

Topic: Gladiator QnA
Subject: You know what?


In the interest of a more diverse play test (since I notice both Tann and Olan are going with light armor and long weapons) how about i switch things up a bit with Frella?

Let's put her in medium armor (which I'm guessing is the equivalent of chain, correct?) and a heavy weapon (like a warhammer?)... Same description and background. Doable?

Posted on 2016-03-03 at 17:02:52.

Topic: Gladiator QnA
Subject: No worries...


...wasn't 100% sure the net would be allowed but figured I'd throw it out there just to be sure. Long weapon/light armor it is.

Posted on 2016-03-03 at 16:28:11.

Topic: Gladiator QnA
Subject: So, just did a google search for "female retiarius"...


...and found the following image http://lanista8.deviantart.com/art/Retiarius-Character-Test-116001917

(not actually embedding the image due to very mild nudity, but very much what I envision given Frella's description)

Posted on 2016-03-03 at 16:12:40.
Edited on 2016-03-04 at 11:39:15 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Hey, DOX!!!


Beautiful post!

Just perfect!

Posted on 2016-03-03 at 15:58:21.

Topic: Gladiator QnA
Subject: Yeah...


... I have no idea why, but that jumped in my head almost immediately. I couldn't NOT go with it!

Posted on 2016-03-03 at 15:49:53.

Topic: Gladiator QnA
Subject: Hmmm...


...for some reason, right off the top of my head, I'm coming up with:

"Frella the Fishwife"

Human, female. Dark, roughly-chopped hair; sea-green eyes, and deeply tanned skin. Fights with a trident and net (a la a Retiarius-type gladiator).

Frella was, in fact, a fish wife in her previous life on the shores of some far flung island. When her village was raided and destroyed, however, she was taken as a "prize" and eventually found her way into the arena when her captors original plans for her didn't quite pan out the way they had hoped. Frella is an angry, vengeful woman, and she fights like it.

Edit: Same type of armor common to the Retiarius, as well, please - a loincloth held in place by a wide belt and a larger arm guard extending to the shoulder and left side of the chest; fights without the protection of a helmet.

Posted on 2016-03-03 at 15:32:28.
Edited on 2016-03-03 at 15:43:38 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Frill 'em, Captain!


Stardate 2365.02.07
USS Peregrine; Captain’s Ready Room – 0755


“Come in.”

Tochi stepped into the Ready Room and allowed his gaze to sweep over the various models displayed there before regarding the Captain who, quite possibly, looked even angrier than he had on the bridge. “Are you alright, Captain?”

A mirthless grin played at Drake’s lips; “Doing that poor of a job hiding it, am I?”

Zai responded with a conciliating grin of his own and a marginal shrug. “If anyone but us noticed, sir,” he said, “they said nothing of it. I think most of them were so excited about, at last, having something different to do that they paid attention to little else.”

“Please,” Drake gestured to the chair across from his desk, “have a seat.”

“Thank you,” Zai nodded settling comfortably into the proffered seat. His gaze flitted, momentarily, to the model of an ancient, Terran sea-fairing vessel christened The Golden Hind, then returned to Drake just as the man shook his head.

"Tochi," Drake said, "You better than most probably already realize this, but your past is never truly behind you. Everything you do, everything you say... it always remains a part of you. You can grow and learn as a person, but some will never let that old you go."

Tochi smiled and nodded at Silas’ allusion... Although the Trill had been known to the Federation for quite some time, it still wasn’t common knowledge that some small percentage of them existed as a joined species. Some were aware, of course (as was Silas), but, by and large, most were not; thus, neither was it widely known that a joined Trill typically had experienced more than one “past.” As the most recent host of the Zai symbiont, Tochi had singular access to a total of five, including his own, and Silas had, early on in their relationship, been made aware of each of them, at least in passing… but he said nothing. Instead, he waited out Drake’s momentary pause, allowing the man time to relax, even if just a little into his own seat.

"I spoke to Starfleet Command this morning, as you surely already know,” Silas said, finally, “An Admiral Harding, to be exact... to my knowledge, I've never had any contact with her in the past. And yet, she seemed to know ME... or seemed to believe that she did."

As people are wont to do, Tochi mused without giving voice to the thought, just yet, without realizing that their so-called knowledge is little more than a single, often skewed, interpretation. The Trill simply nodded his empathy for and understanding of the Captain’s statement. Right now, it was best to simply let the man speak, uninterrupted, in order for him to find the path he truly wanted to travel. Tochi followed Silas’ gaze as it floated around the room, then, pausing on various models before, once more returning to meet Zai’s.

"I honestly don't know that I should tell you this;” the Captain said, “it's likely the sort of thing one should keep to themselves, or within the confidence of a Counselor."

“We haven’t known one another long, Silas,” Tochi smiled reassuringly, “but I think you’re familiar enough with us to know that I can guarantee you that same confidence. I’m your Executive Officer, after all, it’s part of my job.”

Drake paused a long moment, seeming to consider the Trill’s words along with everything else that was going on in his head, before deciding to continue; "During the briefing, it was made clear to me that some within Starfleet Command are less than confident in my judgment. I have long known - and accepted - that some view me as a bit of a loose cannon, but this is the first time that I have had an admiral communicate to me that there is doubt as to how fit I am for this duty."

The Captain's eyes flashed with anger, and it touched his voice. "Damn it, if that's the way that they feel, then why was I given a command in the first place? Was it in the hope that, given enough rope, I would hang myself? Why not leave me in an XO's chair, or transfer me permanently to Tactical?"

Again, Drake forced himself to slowly exhale. "At any rate," he continued, "there's the source of the current bee in my bonnet. Clearly, the only real answer for me - seeing as how I'm likely not yet well-adjusted enough to utterly ignore this sort of noise - will be to take petty pleasure in proving these sorts of people wrong."

A smirk played at the right corner of the Captain's mouth. "Either that, or you'll likely have a front row seat at my eventual court martial, no?"

Tochi grinned; “If it comes to that; I suppose so.”

The Trill helmsman leaned forward, then, resting his elbows on his knees and lacing his fingers together as he regarded the Captain. “In our experience, Silas,” he began, “we have come to understand that what others think they know about us is probably as far from true knowledge as this ship is from the Delta Quadrant. Most of what they think they know is based on little more than their own interpretation of tiny parts of another’s larger, over-all existence. Those interpretations, too, are often based on the elucidations of others who related them, second or third hand, from some initial interpretation which was likely born of the same flawed logic.

I’ve known you long enough to form my own opinions, for example – I ‘know’ you to be an honorable and honest man; I ‘know’ that you are a capable and reliable starship Captain and an excellent Starfleet Officer;” Tochi had been ticking these observations off on his fingers as he went but, as he very carefully broached the next point, he folded his hands together, again, and leaned back into his chair, “And I also ‘know’ why you refused regenerative treatment for those scars you bear. Yet, despite all of these things that I ‘know,’ I can’t honestly say that I truly know Silas James Drake… and no one else can, either.”

The Trill arched a brow, then, and offered a knowing smile. “The only beings in the whole of the universe that truly know us, Captain, are ourselves. Every last bright spot and every dark corner of who you really are is archived, in it’s original and unedited form, inside of you and nowhere else. Not in here,” Tochi pressed a finger to his head, “not out there,” that same finger swept toward the door indicating the crew on the other side of it, “and certainly not in the mind of some frilling, stick-in-her-sphincter, Admiral who’s never even met you in person and bases what she ‘knows’ on redacted documentation and hearsay…”

He spread his hands, then, offered a smile, and shrugged; “…So, yes, take your petty pleasure in proving them wrong, and then, take expansive pleasure when they’ve been forced to admit it.”

((OOC: Room for interjections and such, throughout, of course.))


Posted on 2016-03-03 at 15:20:38.

Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Whu-hut?


^ silly guy

< eats a pie

v wonders why

Posted on 2016-03-03 at 12:07:48.

Topic: Grugg
Subject: Glad to have you back, boy-o...


...in whatever capacity it may be! You've been sorely missed!

Posted on 2016-03-03 at 11:04:58.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Now that that's done, let's see to Silas


Stardate 2365.02.07
USS Peregrine; Bridge – 0740


Finally, the turboift doors whooshed open to admit the Peregrine’s Chief Science Officer. “Reporting as requested, sir,” Tesenblen stated as he stepped off the lift.

"We appreciate you joining us, Mister Tesenblen," Drake spoke testily…

Tochi glanced in the CSO’s direction, then, offering the man a nod that, at the same time, conveyed acknowledgment of his presence and concern at his appearance. Indisposed? We’d guess more along the lines of unconscious given that gash on his head. As Captain Drake gave voice to those concerns and Lt Tesenblen affirmed that he was, in fact, capable of performing his duties, Tochi returned his attentions to the ongoing activities regarding the Hekaran lifeboat.

Moments later, Horatio was manning his station and Drake rose from the Big Chair. "All right, people," he spoke. "Let's learn what we can, but we don't have all day to twiddle our thumbs here - we have new orders from Admiralty, and we need to get going. As soon as the scans are complete, Lieutenant Moriden, lock on the tractor beam and bring the pod aboard…"

((OOC: The reminder of Drake’s orders from his last post go here…))

Drake, then, issued his order for the senior staff to report for a mission briefing at 0930 and, before turning to disappear into his ready room, once more, said; “Lieutenant Zai, you have the bridge.”

“Aye, sir,” Tochi acknowledged, watching as the Captain clipped away.

Drake seemed a bit put off; everything from his posture to his facial expressions seemed to exude irritation, annoyance, and, quite possibly, anger. Granted, the entire crew of the Peregrine had, for the last several weeks, teetered on the verge of boredom induced irritation, but the Captain’s display seemed to be derivative of… something else…

"Lieutenant, I'm at a loss,” Tesenblen’s voice broke the Trill XO from his contemplation of the Captain’s mood, “My readings are just as scattered as Lt. Moriden's scans are. I believe I can safely say, though, that the escape pod is not made of nor does it contain any foreign or dangerous material to the crew. There seems to be nothing auspiciously unusual about the craft, but until I get proper information to go on, it'll be hard to say for sure on any of these points."

Zai nodded and settled himself into the command seat.

"In my opinion, it could be nothing more than a misfired pod, no? Or it could be something from inside the pod causing the fluctuations,” the CSO said, “I need more time to focus the scans."

“Understood,” Tochi replied, “but it doesn’t sound like more time is a commodity we have, at the moment. You say your scans, thus far, indicate no immediate danger to the ship or crew, correct?”

((OOC: Assuming a positive reaffirmation…))

“Very well; feel free to continue your scans of the pod, Lieutenant,” Zai said, coming forward a bit in the chair and locking his gaze to the viewscreen, “but, we’re going to go ahead and reel it in.

Mister P’Tammah; we are in tractoring range?”

“Yes, sir,” the Andorian woman confirmed.

Lt Zai nodded, again; “Lt Moriden; lock on to the pod and bring it aboard. Cargo Bay One, please.”

-wheeze-

“Aye, sir,” the Ops officer responded, the console chirping at her touch. “Modulating to compensate for subspace interference. Target locked. Tractor beam engaged.”

-wheeze-

Tochi eyed the viewscreen in silence as the Hekaran pod was drawn closer and closer to the Peregrine. When it disappeared from view, his eyes flicked to Moriden.

“The pod is aboard, sir,” the Benzite wheezed, “Cargo Bay One.”

“Well done,” Zai nodded. “Vaela?”

“Course laid in for Starbase 118, sir,” Ensign P’Tammah, stated, “Warp Seven.”

“Punch it,” Tochi said, settling back in the chair, again. He eyed the viewscreen, watching as the starfield changed in response to Peregrine’s change of course, then, as the warp engines engaged, turned to streaks of white, blue, yellow and red.

“Consider it punched,” P’Tammah smiled.

“Good work, people,” Lt Zai intoned, sliding from the command chair. Now that the mysterious pod was secure and Peregrine was under way, the Trill decided that it might be a good time to see about Captain Drake’s mood, lest it adversely affect the upcoming briefing.

“Lt Tesenblen,” he said, moving toward the rear of the bridge, “keep me apprised if your readings change.”

((OOC: Again, assuming a positive response.))

“Lt Rockatansky,” Tochi continued, “I’m going to see the Old Man for a moment. The bridge is yours.”

By the time Lt Zai had reached the ready room door, Rock had acknowledged the transfer, and Tochi had keyed the chime, requesting entry to Drake’s refuge.

((OOC: Assuming an irritated/frustrated “Enter” of some sort))

Hands characteristically clasped behind his back, Tochi stepped into the Ready Room and allowed his gaze to sweep over the various models displayed there before regarding the Captain who, quite possibly, looked even angrier than he had on the bridge. “Are you alright, Captain,” he asked, already knowing the answer…


Posted on 2016-03-03 at 10:48:04.

Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: No it isn't!


^Tofurkey

< herky-jerky

v morally murky

Posted on 2016-03-03 at 07:47:03.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Good morning.


I'm catching up on last night's posts, now. Dox, I'll shoot you a PM re: the pod and such, soon.

Posted on 2016-03-03 at 06:53:44.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Good post, Dox.


Sorry to hear about the car. That sucks!

Glad you're okay, though. Totally understand how RL can smack ya in the face. We were just getting worried about you. If you ever need us to NPC for you just let us know.

Posted on 2016-03-02 at 18:50:26.

Topic: RDI Ghost Sighting
Subject: Silly, Innmates...


...that's just Eol under a sheet! In a tutu... armed with nothing but a flint spear and a shield made of bamboo...

Boo!

Posted on 2016-03-02 at 12:39:11.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Power just came back on!


Those guys got that done quick, considering the transformer was buried and such! Bravo, power-dudes!

Anyhoo... power's on but I'm off... Taking Mom to lunch for her birthday and running some errands. I'll be back later.

Nice post, Red! Loving the activity!

Posted on 2016-03-02 at 10:06:43.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: just a little post...


...of Tochi "playing XO" because I'd already had it written out. Run with it is you will.

Got a couple more NPC snippets in the works, as well... not sure I'll get any of those tacked up before I lose power.

Posted on 2016-03-02 at 07:54:36.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: XOing it


Stardate: 2365.02.07
USS Peregrine, Bridge – 0727


“The escape pod’s transponder is registering it as belonging to the Mirela, a Hekaran science vessel,” Lt Moriden advised, confirming Lt Zai’s initial identification of the pod, “However, I am unable to locate the Mirela on our long range scanners. Both the detection grid and metaphasic sweep aren’t showing anything of note.”

--wheeze--

“I am attempting a magnetic tetryon configuration on the sensors to help cut through the tachyon disruption field,” Moriden continued, pausing to recheck the readings from her console. “Hmmm…”

--wheeze—
Tochi arched a brow at the Benzite woman’s pause; “What is it, Lieutenant?”

“I’m getting through the sub-space disruption,” Moriden answered, her fingers sliding across the console as she spoke, “but the scans are coming back with wildly diverse readings of the presence of life forms on the pod, ranging anywhere between zero to several million.”

Several million? Both of Lt Zai’s brows raised at that and he shot the Captain a dubious glance before moving to stand behind Moriden, studying her display form over her shoulder. He watched as, just as she had said, the lifeform readings lingered at zero, suddenly spiked into the range of three million, and, almost instantaneously, plummeted back to nil. “What the frill?”

Mordien glanced back at the First Officer, offered a faint shrug, and returned her attentions to her console; “Unknown, Lt Zai,” she wheezed, “I’ve been unable to get any sort of identification, at all. They present and disappear, almost before the computer can truly register them.”

--wheeze—

Scowling, Tochi stepped back, glanced at the Captain, once more, then set his gaze on the viewscreen, studying the aimlessly drifting pod for a long moment. As he clasped his hands behind his back, his mouth twisted into a frustrated grimace and he turned, allowing his eyes to sweep the individual bridge stations… Where in the frill is Tesenblen?… he tapped his commbadge…

=/=Lt Zai to Sciences,=/= he snipped, =/=We could really use someone on the bridge. As in five minutes ago!=/=

((OOC: Still with us, Dox?))

=/=Ensign Maize, here, Lt,=/= came the reply, =/=Lt Tesenblen is… uh… indisposed, at the moment. I’ll see if I can get him to…=/=

=/=Him or you, Ensign,=/= Zai interrupted, =/=We want someone at SCI One in the next sixty seconds. Zai out.=/=

“Rock,” he turned to the TAC Chief, then, and thrust a finger towards the viewer, “Can you open comms with that thing?”

((OOC: Anything?))


Posted on 2016-03-02 at 07:52:12.

 
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