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Post by Pipa on Jan 16, 2015 22:39:03 GMT
Pipa sat in a large chair in his brand new spaceship, a saucer like contraption that the arcosian woman named Wyntre had sold to him at a bargain price. After a few days of instruction by her people, they had taken off and he now sat alone in his very own spacecraft. It didn’t seem to be working out quite as he had planned, however. Pipa had no knowledge of computers, voice automated systems, or how to pilot the ship manually. Even the “simple” voice commands that they had described to him were hard for the mazoku to remember.
“Compuser!” Pipa said excitedly, he was ready to see what his new machine could do. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like there was any response coming from the magic voice thing that had responded to the arcosians people. He spit on the ground, letting a big phlegmy yellow green ball of snot onto the lacquered floor of the bridge. “COM ROOSTER!?” Pipa yelled as he tried to remember the pass phrase that made the damned thing work. He punched his hand violently against some sort of equipment on the bridge that he had no honest clue as to what it did. The inside of the ship began to chirp with a security alarm… Pipa had struck the ships security protocol and it was now blinking with red lights and letting out an irritating wailing noise.
“DAMN IT! COMPUTER!” Pipa grunted over the wailing noise of the security alarm, finally he could hear the chirping of the ships computer that the manual had referred to.
“Welcome ~INPUT NAME~. Please specify orders,” the machine said in a robotic tone to Pipa. Who was this “Input Name”, the machine spoke of? It definitely wasn’t Pipa… maybe it was some sort of mistake.
“I’m not… whatever. Just get me back to my lair!” Pipa told the machine as he tried to figure out how he could turn the security alarms off. Of course he could just tell the computer to do it, but Pipa was too computer illiterate to know the ships computer served that function. Instead he was examining the area around where he had punched. He had completely smashed the consul here, and he wouldn’t have been able to read it anyways.
“Does not compute… please input coordinates for ‘lair’” the computer responded.
“What the hell is a coordinate?” Pipa thought to himself. “Just…. Hover us over that desert…”
“Request acknowledged….” The computer chimed as it began moving towards the desert. To Pipa’s dismay, it seemed that hovering meant to be as low as it could possibly be to the ground without touching it. As the ship moved from the mountaintop to the sandy desert, hovering just above it and kicking up a bit of sand.
The arcosian ship was a sitting duck, Pipa had no idea what to do. At the moment, he was trying to blow this hunk of shit up. His eyes seemed to glaze over as he stared at the red lights of the ship blinking mercilessly, his ears filled with the most aggravating noise he had ever heard.
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Post by Zucceta on Jan 16, 2015 23:23:12 GMT
The crew had returned to the desert.
Lady Death flew through the air, an unlit cigarette balanced between her lips. It would have been folly to bother lighting the thing, hurtling through the air at her current pace; it would have gone out in an instance, 'less protected by her aura. Her two latest companions followed suit; she was considering offering them positions in a new iteration of Apocalypse Incorporated, but she wasn't completely sure of them yet. Still, the last couple of days had given her a generally good impression of them; proud saiyans, Zasho with noble blood and Saiya-jin above all else, Orache the proud gladiator's son. Yes they were great warriors, with souls whose legends would burn brightly after their deaths. If Zucceta would outlive them, she would see to that - and if not, she hoped that her own soul would. She would accept death's embrace should the universe remember her name. She wanted to be the bogeyman, for every sentient being in the universe. That would give her pleasure.
They had returned back to the desert to train. They had improved dramatically in the course of a few days, the warriors pushing each other to new heights. Zucceta had been focusing on trying to reduce the weakness in her tail; unfortunately, it still paralysed her when grabbed, though the pain was slightly less than before. However, in other areas she had improved; she was stronger, faster. Soon she would be on the level of the warrior who had bested, and embarrassed, her in North City, the saiyan with the soul of a weakling. Yes. Zucceta's values would ultimately overcome this temporary defeat and claim supreme victory!
To the trio's right, Zucceta notices something metallic sparkling in the sun. She raises a hand to halt, and with a burst of aura stops almost instantly. It was some distance, but she knew the shape of the craft - it was a spaceship associated usually with the Arcosian race, one of their designs, though their were imitators. She tuts.
She glances at her two companions. "So, boys, shall we say hi to one of our race's greatest enemies?" Her face twists into a devilish grin. She felt confident that, with the three of them, they would encounter no great opposition, and if they did, even better. Zucceta would always try and push her body to their utter limits.
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Post by Ora on Jan 16, 2015 23:34:32 GMT
Orache had followed close behind the Woman of Death. Flying beside his team mate, Zasho. His mouth clamped tight and closed. His hair whipping back and flowing heavily in the wind. His tail doing the same from the velocity and speed the trio had been going by. Since the days that had passed since their encounter, he had the ability to shift in costume. Equipping his common yellowish-green breastplate, as well his leg pads and wrist as well leg warming weights.
"...."
Orache had retained a silence. The way he had been since they had all met at once. His eyes trailing from Zuccy's rear end to the hardened face of the Hiregetsu. A nobleman. Someone Orache could respect so. As he glaze over Zasho, he had trailed back to Zucceta, listening to her before she had come to a stop. He had done the same. Raising a brow, he had looked over to the Arcosian vessel a small amount of time away. His heart beating at a quick pace rather quickly.
"I..I'll meet you two there." The Saiyan had secreted a sudden build of passion before screeching off toward the ship and aiming himself for the ship. His speed probably beneath his two cohorts.
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Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 17, 2015 0:09:44 GMT
Freedom.
Hirugetsu smiled, the air whipping at his skin as he powered through the sky behind, beside, out before his companions. A pack they were surely becoming, a trio of terror the universe would undoubtedly fear in the months to come. In such a short while, Zasho had felt his power increase drastically, and all at once cursed himself for always playing the part of the lone Saiyan; the dividends to his accounts had been well furnished, but triumphing over planets populated by pitiful peoples had left his strength at a stand-still. Zucceta and Orache had given him comrades to compete with. This was freedom at it's finest.
With the pair beside him, the descendent of Boliko and Rensou felt no fear, no apprehension. Most warriors would fall to any of them individually, and should that fail, the pack would descend like a storm of furious wolves and tear their prey limb from limb. Nothing was out of their grasp, the Saiyan felt. Cyan fires lashed out from his body as his ki pressed him steadily forward.
Perhaps it was his thoughts that had hampered his keen eyes, or perhaps Zucceta's own vision was superior, for the woman had spied the Arcosian craft before the pair of males. "So, boys, shall we say hi to one of our race's greatest enemies?" she'd chimed in the beautiful, high voice of a woman, but the underlying violence sent a ripple of restlessness through Zasho's body as she streaked ahead.
"I...I'll meet you there," Orache had answered, and Zasho watched as the younger male followed the rangy female while he lingered behind.
The last of the Hirugetsu bloodline let his cyan spark, the flames billowing outward as he increased the energy devoted to his Bukujutsu as he struggled to catch the pair, nodding to himself in agreement to Zucceta's proposal. "Don't mind if I do. . .," and Zasho rushed to meet this Arcosian floating in his craft over the desert sands.
The trio had landed, and Zasho folded his arms over his broad chest as he stared at the ship whilst it passed them by. A snort rippled up through his throat as he flashed his energy, reluctant to damage the ship as thoughts of commandeering the craft entered his mentality. Arcosian or not, it appeared to be of fine craftsmanship. His power had been pushed to the maximum, and in effect, Zasho called out to the thing within it.
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Pipa
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Post by Pipa on Jan 17, 2015 1:26:28 GMT
The damned noise of the ships alarm systems were unbearable. Pipa’s eyes began glowing with a faint shade of green, intending to send his eye laser ripping into the hull of the ship as he grabbed at his ears.
Then a new beeping started to plague him, something on a nearby screen read “external intruder alert”. What that meant Pipa had no idea, but then he was a screen that was showing a feed of what was going on outside of the ship. Three people… they looked like some of the beings that served the Arcosian. One in particular bore a resemblance to the one that had arrived at a fortunate time and stopped the arcosian’s crazed lapdog from finishing Pipa in battle. That man had been a fool, even throwing his life away before the battle was over. The other two didn’t look familiar, one had a different sort of physique altogether… what his slaves back at home referred to as females, he had guessed. The slaves and their “females”, they seemed to think that it meant something to Pipa. He didn’t care, they were all slaves and they would all work. This female seemed different in her posture somehow…
“They must be here to fix that damn alarm…” Pipa said to himself as he walked towards the exit to the ship. This was luckily the easiest step for him as the exit seemed to be clearly marked with arrows and the ramp going down has a simple button press in order for him to enter and exit. As he walked his forehead pounded with frustration at the noisy ship and its flashing red lights, but his visitors had taken his focus. As he reached the end of the hull, Pipa came up to where the clearly marked open button was located.
As Pipa pressed the button, the ship on the outside would be seen releasing a bit of compressed air. The cool air came rushing out of the openings at the edges of the hatch that was sandwiched together like a puzzle piece. As the hatch opened, a platform wedged between two layers of floor in the ship began to extend outwards towards the ground. This ramp slid out quickly after it was disengaged and it fell to the ground, supported by a series hydraulic pistons at the base. The ship itself seemed to be smart enough to stop moving once the hull had been opened up, it hovered in place right above the ground.
Pipa walked forward off of the ramp. He wore only a set of white trousers with a bit of rope wrapped around his waist. His skin looked cracked and burnt, with difficult to see carvings of strange letters running down his skin in a twisting motion. His lips seemed malformed and scarred by the work of an improper stitching. His eyes appeared to be bloodshot as he silently walked towards the three creatures.
“You must be one of the arcosian’s minions. I already told your boss I don’t need any more damn help, so get lost before I make you regret it,” Pipa growled at the “minions”. In truth he very much wanted them to turn the alarm off, even here the sound could be heard wailing out from behind Pipa.
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Post by Zucceta on Jan 17, 2015 2:34:56 GMT
Zucceta realised that she had never thought to ask how Orache's father had died. As a Orache was a young saiyan, Orion presumably wasn't much older, which lead one to the conclusion that his death hadn't been natural. The youngest saiyan of the trio had acted oddly on recognition of the ship... might its owner be the cause of Orion's death? Or might the young saiyan think as such?
Lady Death follows behind the younger saiyan, weighted feet plonking into the sand with a toc. She frowns. She could hear some distant wailing sound, like an air raid siren... a high pitch, generating from within the ship. Her mind whirs. It sounded like a security protocol, one easily overridden by the ship's owner, which suggested one of two things; either the ship's owner did not know how to use his vessel properly, due to either stupidity or inexperience, or the ship was stolen and the current residence was incapable of overriding the system and using the bloody thing.
What followed was some minor disappointment for Zuccie. The ship's door had opened with a hiss, the result of air compression, and a formation of metal and pistons mechanising, and a being had descended; unfortunately, not a famed Arcosian, unless the Changeling had changed into a form that Zucceta was unaware of. The creature was certainly monstrous, not particularly reminiscent of anything Zucceta had seen, in her own personal experience, though her companions might recognise the base species of the demonic Namekian. Were Zucceta a more empathetic woman, she may have cringed at the burns and strange carving cut into the being, or the crudely stitched lips. Instead she merely raises an eyebrow, and wraps her twitching tail around her waist.
The being's dialogue confirmed Zucceta's suspicion: he was the new owner of this fine craft. She growls. "We are loyal to no damn lizard... by the way, all you need to do is tell it to shut up!" she half-shouts, half-laughs; the noise was beginning to piss her off, too. Hopefully he was user-calibrated.
What the hell was this guy doing with an advanced Arcosian craft, anyway?
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Post by Ora on Jan 17, 2015 5:04:43 GMT
Orache had somersaulted onto the ground, landing with one knee on the ground and the other raised with his sole against the floor, his hands beside him and fingertips along the earth. His hair over his face before being pushed aside and giving him sight beyond sight. He landed with a slight tik before he jumped to his feet. His blood boiling already as it was before he had learned of who was truly inhabiting the hunk of steel and metal.
"You..?! This is wrong! All wrong- DECEASE SOUND!!" Orache shouted, first targeting Pipa and then the advanced piece of space technology. Aiming the stop the annoying wails and sirens. "This cant be! You're not an Arcosian, just some..some thing!" Orache staggered back, shaking his head. A feeling of anger coming over the Saiyan.
Holding himself back, trying not to foolishly lunge forward. His control over body being tested.
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Zasho Hirugetsu
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Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 17, 2015 20:14:12 GMT
Toc.
With a swirl of sand the boots of Zasho Hirugetsu touched down to the left of Zucceta, Orache standing to her right. Together, the trio of tailed creatures created quite the imposing sight. Two seasoned killers and a budding murderer in his own right, and Zasho swelled with pride to be standing beside them. A sister and a brother the pair were quickly becoming, and without second thought Zasho wrapped his waist with his agile tail and watched as not an Arcosian, but some black-skinned thing emerged from the ship and disrespected them immediately.
The last frost demon the noble Saiyan had worked for had been slain at his hand, and he recalled Frij begging pitifully for his life before his complaints turned to a shriek as Zasho applied his muscular arms to shoulder and skull to tear his head cleanly away from his body. The body had fouled itself, the wrinkled mass writhing with an explosion of impulses overloading the nervous system. The face had been locked in a scream.
The shriek emerging from the ship was very much similar to the one Frij had expelled from his certainly rotting lungs on the day he had died.
Oh, certainly it pained his ears, but the recollection of such a fond memory placed a smile upon his face as the creature disrespected and threatened them, and his older sister and little brother attempted to educate the dark thing on the nuances of controlling his craft. Zucceta's own words were laced with laughter, but the noise had caused the more youthful of the trio to enter the throes of rage, and Zasho guessed it stemmed from his annoyance.
The son of the Hirugetsu said not a word, his eyes watching the onyx alien carefully whilst his peripheral vision noted any sign of action from the pair beside him. Should the coal creature offer battle, Zasho was prepared to take his life and his possession with that same smile that sat upon his visage. Should one of his packmates offer combat, however, he felt content to watch the situation unfold.
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Pipa
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Post by Pipa on Jan 17, 2015 23:15:36 GMT
The first of the trio to step forward had been the female creature. His antenna twitched a bit as he took in the power of her ki, greater than his own in his current form. All of them seemed to be about equal to Pipa, it might not bode well for him if he didn’t transform, but he worried that they might simply run in and steal his ship if he were to take on the form of a giant.
As the Saiyan woman shouted at him that they didn’t work for Wyntre at all, Pipa put one hand on his blade in case combat were to take place. Then… the one who bore a resemblance to the one who had served Wyntre shouted something…
“Decrease sound?” Pipa asked, misunderstanding the kid’s words from the pestilent screeches of the ship. As Pipa said this the ships computer seemed to pick up on it and it grew much quieter, though the security system still seemed to be going off it was now at a much more bearable level. He looked at the kid again, he must have known the sorcery that made this thing work. He then glanced over at the third, an older male who seemed indifferent or more reserved than the other two had been.
A hotheaded kid with a familiar face, an overconfident bitch, and what appeared to be some sort of strategist now had him at a disadvantage.
“Good... I hate the Arcosian, but I hate her minions even more...” Pipa replied, his hand on his sword in case one of them lunged at him. “...Your brat looks just like one that her favorite lapdog devoured,” Pipa said, thinking back to watching the Bio-Android Koramund scavenging the blown up corpse as he was flying away from the hopeless battle that he had fought in the Eastern Capital.
After he spoke he bit into the tip of his purple tongue as hard as he could, opening up a cut that he had previously made on it so that he could get blood flowing into his mouth. Something about the taste of his own blood was delicious to him.
He began walking slowly down the ramp.
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Post by Zucceta on Jan 18, 2015 16:39:33 GMT
Zucceta tries to suppress a chortle and fails. The being was truly technologically illiterate, to an insane degree, and in this day and age? The wailing lowered, but didn't evaporate completely - still, t'was a little boon, for she could now talk more clearly and hear herself think. The last time she had heard a sound like that had been during a raid on a station known as the Epoch Star. The wailing had seemed to emanate from the very heart of darkness and evil. Zucceta had shut it down, and the mechanical cry was replaced by the screams. Remembering it almost made her sleepy.
She raises her right hand to just below her lip, where a cigarette still dangled. Almost lazily, a little burst of chi flares up from the tip of her finger, in a 'shush' motion; the chi instantly lights the cigarette, more due to the energy behind it than the heat of it. Inhaling some smoke, feeling the grey carbon rush down her throat and into her chest, she glances at Orache before exhaling, two smoke rings popping from her nose. The younger saiyan did indeed seem agitated. If this being said he looked familiar to this saiyan, who was mostly his father... two plus two, baby.
"You cannot trust those serpents." She grins. "But you can trust us."
She sniffs, plucking the cigarette from her lips and balancing it betwixt two of her fingers. She chuckles. "So this vessel, then. You took it from the Arcosian? Did you buy it, or steal it? I doubt the latter, as you don't seem to know the basics.
She begins to walk forward. "Me and my companions were looking for a vessel such as this, in fact. Does it have any additional facilities? Simulators? A gravity engine?"
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Post by Ora on Jan 18, 2015 16:51:35 GMT
"..? What? Speak, demon! You have enticed my curiosity." Voice brimming with passion and a bit of agitation, Orache awaited Zucceta to end her sentence before he would dare pipe up. He may have been young, but he knew damn well what politeness and mannerism was. He would never speak out of line unless absolutely necessary in certain means. The young Saiyajin swallowing on his expelling energy as he step forward. Had this Namek known of his father's killer?
He wanted not, to speak. As adding onto the Lady of Death's claim would equate to really no positive. Instead, just making the trio seem mindless and idiotic; Traits that they had been far, far from. Orache crossing his arms over one another, folding them into the space between his shoulder and mid-abdomen. The Saiyan woman asking and inquiring that Pipa had bought that ship from common sense and observation.
"Later on, demon. I'll ask what you know."
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Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 18, 2015 20:25:33 GMT
Zasho Hirugetsu simply stood, his onyx eyes watching the dark thing descend his ramp without an inkling of fear in his mannerisms.
Then, the creature from the blackest hells began to speak of a certain reptile and her minions, and a flash of white erupted from between closed lips as incisor and canine bared. That lizard bitch, Zasho thought, fighting the urge to blow the ship to a pile of mechanical garbage that very instant. The Saiyan could smell her stink about it, and it nearly made him retch with anger and distaste. The thing known as Wyntre had encountered him in an attempt to pay the blood price for food and zeni, the salesmen a group of monks living peacefully within the walls of their monastery on the face of a mountain not far from here. Hirugetsu had killed them, of course, but the snake had proven far too powerful. She had beaten him and left him for dead amongst his victims.
Of course, the last Hirugetsu had refrained from informing his comrades of his shameful beating. Closing his eyes, Zasho regained himself as Zucceta began to gain an ally for their happy entourage, and all the while Orache pried for information on his deceased father, Orion. Listening intently as he was apt to do, the muscular elite produced a tiny flask from his hip pocket and drained the last of Bardock's Finest in his possession, suppressing a cough as the dark liquor bit his throat and clawed toward his belly.
"How about a smoke, Zucc'?" he inquired, turning his eyes to his female comrade. Zasho needed more than the liquor to calm his nerves.
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Post by Pipa on Jan 18, 2015 21:24:18 GMT
“A simple transaction, but the magic words that make it work aren’t working,” Pipa said as he clenched his fist. She then asked what kind of facilities that the ship included.
“They must be planning to take it from me,” Pipa thought to himself. Yet perhaps a deal could be struck that would save his hide, the female seemed to be sensible enough.
“Their is some sort of gravity… thing. I don’t know, none of it makes any sense,” Pipa admitted. He then glanced over at the younger saiyan who seemed to be upset about his comment. His emotions seemed to be born out of a need to avenge another.
Pipa never understood the need that all of these creatures seemed to have to avenge other members of their species, but he could understand the need for revenge. After all, Koramund had tried to end his life as well… Although Pipa was a fool when it came to technology he wasn’t a slouch in leverage.
“Hmph, it seems as if the young one wants to spill the same blood as I,” Pipa thought as he put a smirk on his face. Enough had been said, if they took action against him now the lieutenant of Wyntre who had killed Orion wouldn’t be revealed.
Further, unknown to him, the ship had indeed been keyed to his identity. It would take a great deal of trickery to remove the keys without some sort of hacking skills. The Mazoku had a bigger advantage to protect him than he was aware of.
“It seems like I have something you want, and I have something you want. We must either fight to the death or combine forces for now, but if I die here I’m taking what I know with me... I need someone who can make this damned magic vessel fly so that I can continue hunting heads,” Pipa told them. The thought of working with others was strange, but if he had learned anything from those he had observed alliances were necessary. He eyed the other creature, the quiet one, only opening his mouth to ask for a smoke.
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Post by Zucceta on Jan 18, 2015 22:19:01 GMT
So she was right. This ship was somehow related to Orache's quest for vengeance. She chuckles. It seemed her group were soon to have their first unified target, and another stepping stone on the path to power. Little did she know that it would be the one known as Koramund, whom she had met previously, before meeting her comrades.
Without even glancing Zasho's way, she flicks the burning paper his way, a simple, rapid extension of her fingers into an arc, knowing full well that he'd be able to catch it with ease. The brand of tobacco was Hiruen Gold, named after Zasho's ancient relative well known for his fondness for smoking. Of course, he would probably know that; it was likely, as one of the last relatives of that line and Koregutsubrau, a type of weak beer named after the other guy, that he would get some sort of royalty off of these brands.
Zucceta chuckles at Pipa. "There isn't anything magical about this contraption, except for, perhaps, that you even made it this far with your knowledge. No, my burn-victim friend, this is a miracle of science and warfare!" She grins, her eyes glinting maniacally in the desert sun.
It had a gravity engine. Good. The trio needed to up their routine, and a mechanism to power such as this would be highly helpful. Zucceta was already planning it; she would start at a solid ten times, as per on the Planet Vegeta, for she felt slightly out of shape due to this saggy Earth gravity. This planet must not be as dense. She frowns. Now how would they go about taking this ship?
Twas as if Pipa had read her mind. Zucceta smiles wryly. "Isn't often someone is fool enough to try and negotiate with a band of frustrated Saiya-jin. I like the cut of your gib. I am Lady Death." She nods behind her. "These two can make their own introductions, if they like. If we can use your apparatus, and you tell Orache what you know, then I will teach you how to use your vessel."
She spits in her right hand, and offers the palm out to shake. "I can smell the beginning of a beautiful friendship, though it might just be your barbecued flesh. How'd that happen?"
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Post by Ora on Jan 18, 2015 22:33:28 GMT
"Feh. I'll be waiting." The teen sighed, shaking his head some. A tad angered and irritated by the events unfolding since he was answered. That Zucceta was to throw the other make a piece of luxury or food of some kind whilst she speak with the charred imbecilic Namekian. Oh well. Answers to be provided at a later date and the like.
The teenager nodding once after a good two seconds before rudely going by Pipa and into the large tank of metal and mechanics. Something he hadn't been able to view firsthand. Orache chuckling under his breath and marveling at the sight.
Damn..
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