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The Army of Light

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The Republic was not entirely different from what Graxin remember, if you forgot about the impending doom thing the One Sith loved to propagate. With luck, that would become nothing more than a bitter memory, something his future children might laugh at.

It might be remembered as "The Time The Sith Tried to Defeat The Republic and Lost....Again!"

Or something silly like that.

It was working title really, but it was a start.

Graxin snickered to himself as the Mephirium came to land on the docks of the Republic Capital. Humor always helped to ease tension, even stupid childish silliness that would have been better suited for his little sister.

But that was why he was here, on a personal level. The One Sith had his beloved little sister to force knows where. No one could ever know the terrible anxiety that plagued him day and night until they had a similar experience.

Now her life would be decided on with this war. If they failed , she would undoubtedly be killed, or become Sith - or something even worse.

There was no option other than to win.

Some time ago, Graxin Rade and his Padawan left the Jedi Order with their Graug followers, stating that the Order no longer followed the tenants it was founded upon, and that the council had sent its own people to die needlessly.

The beliefs had been true at the time, and they still were in part. The Archlord had gathered an army to fight the Sith, something he could have done still serving the Republic, but there had been issues.

He did not feel safe around @Kiskla Greyson. It was a personal fear, and it kept him from rejoining the Order. That did not mean he and his allies were above fighting alongside the Republic.

He had an issue with the Jedi Order, not democracy.

The Army of Light was at full strength now. The Graug Hordes of Gratos stood ready to overtake the battlefield with sheer numbers. The Jedi Lords were equipped with the best armor and trained to deadly mastery in their respective fields. Dreadguard were created to combat Sith, sent in two man kill teams in engagements to execute Sith Lords. A small number of the Silver Jedi volunteered their number, as did a number of Mandalorians.

With luck, [member="Strider Garon"] and [member="Preliat Mantis"] would follow through on their agreement to the former Coalition. Their help would be needed in the coming storm.

Naboo funded the army. Its Queen [member="Feena Mason"] happened to be one of the political leaders behind the army, not to mention the fact that she was mother to the army's leader and the abducted girl. Perhaps the Protectorate as a whole would back them, only time would tell.

Now though, the Republic needed to know it had allies. The galaxy had not abandoned them to the darkness, not yet. Legions of men and women stood ready to fight alongside the war haggard Republic soldiers. The Army's fleets provided by the Ession Reformation were adequate as support ships for the Republic's larger vessels.

If the Republic fell, all other peaceful galactic power would follow. There was no greater cause a sentient creature could aspire too.

Graxin strode toward the senatorial chambers with his second, [member="Rusken Shaxx"], the Jedi bodyguard [member="Rexus Drath"], and his advisor former Grandmaster [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]. The rest of the guard escort would follow shortly to observe the proceedings, he was sure.

Before entering the chamber, Graxin gave a moment of pause to await his mother. [member="Feena Mason"] would not be far.

"This is the moment our sons are going to read about in the history logs gentlemen."

The Archlord reached up to set his helmet upon his head, as was the Ession custom when making a public appearance. "No ironic T-shirts."







Members of any group involved in the Army of Light or the Republic may join to watch the proceedings.

[member="Aliannah Sophia Filia"]

[member="Alyesa Praxon-Organa"]

[member="Persephone Callas"]

[member="Wil Cindercurser"]

[member="Zane Watts"]

[member="Varus Shatterstar"]
 
Alyesa was there, as part of the delegation to hear what [member="Graxin Rade"], Lord of Ession had to say.

What else could the former Princess of Alderaan do at this time? Nothing, but wait. Incom Corporation was churning out vessels as fast as the facilities at Fresia and Ranklinge would allow it. She had checks and balances in place to ensure Incom wasn't exceeding it's budget - however - it had come close in the past few weeks...very close.

The war with the One Sith was becoming taxing, even for her company.
 
Following with the crowd, Gherron took a spot against the wall as he entered the chamber. It wouldn't be his first time being in a war against the Sith. Actually, he was hoping it would've taken them longer to come back. They needed to be smacked down again, that's all there was to it. Noticing the speaking actually about to happen, he got up and moved a little closer. This was not something to miss. Looking up at his old master, [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"], he couldn't help but wonder. He heard about him leaving, not long after being elected Grandmaster at that. And now here he was. A completely different man than the one he knew. He hoped to at least get a few words with him soon. They had a lot to catch up on.

[member="Graxin Rade"]
 
Xavzen stood at the exit of his ship but didn't move. He hadn't come with the Grandmaster nor the guards but he followed his Grandmaster loyally, even if unofficially, even if from the shadows. It had been so long since Xavzen had trusted in people but now that he had found people to let close, he would follow them to the end. He had never met the Grandmaster in person but he had observed him, Graxin had the makings of a fine leader and he seemed like a good man, and that was enough for Xavzen. To many it wouldn't be much, but the Force was guiding him in this decision.

Finally forcing himself out of his stupor Xavzen started to march towards the Senatorial Chambers with long strides, melding in with the crowd that entered after Graxin Rade. Finding an empty spot along one wall, Xavzen lent back, ready to watch the following proceedings with interest.

[member="Graxin Rade"]
 
In conjunction wtih the rest of the Republic delegation, Zane was also there. The fact that he had to be there for any major military alliance - given that he was the Republic's new Supreme Commander - was a given. He had to make sure that the Senate didn't promise anything stupid. Couldn't trust Senators, man.

Silent, stoic, hands folded behind his back, dress uniform pressed perfectly, stars shining on his shoulders. He looked the perfect soldier's image. Then add the lightsaber, and he was the perfect unity of Republic warrior and Jedi soldier.

He was curious about this lot, certainly. Standing next to [member="Alyesa Praxon-Organa"], he let his eyes do the talking - and they were impassive.
 
Veino lingered not far away, his presence in the Force well cloaked while worked on some modifications to his conveniently located freighter. This was a new Army of Light. He'd been part of the last one that fought against the Sith Empire, most dramatically on Togoria. That had been unpleasant, and once the empire fell, so too did the Army of Light. What would this new Army of Light do? From what he had heard of the Ession reformation, they were not unlike the Fel Imperium which he had also been a part of. The question was how extreme was this reformation? The Fels had resorted to mass executions for Sith. Word on the street said that Ession accepted Dark Side users, so they clearly weren't that extreme. Unless they turned on them next. These radicalist states never could be trusted.

But for now, he was to observe and learn, although something was prickling at the back of his neck. As the crowd moved, he drifted after.
 
The Eternal Queen
Feena had not left Naboo in years. Not really. Not for anything other than Protectorate business. She was a servant to her people. They had to be her top priority. But now she felt conflicted. On one hand, Naboo had always been relatively peaceful, a world that survived on it;s own rich culture. On the other hand, the Sith were spreading like a virus, leaving governments in ruin and lives in the dust.

Feenarah had always been in full support of an individuals right to decide their own religion. Sith? Jedi? They were no different. Just opposing ideals, really. Two sides of the same coin. They worked, but only when there was a balance. Now that delicate scale had not only been tipped, but it had been thrown on the floor and crushed. What little could be saved now, Feenarah would work tirelessly to do it. For the sake of Naboo, and for the remaining free citizens in the Galaxy.

But for a healer, promoting war was painful. Spending so many years as a war doctor, healing soldiers only to send them back to their deaths, Feena had grown such a distaste for violence. It was part of her code. Every life was sacred. Every life was delicate and beautiful. But now, climbing the many steps, followed closely by her handmaidens and guards, she could only think of one thing.

Felicity...

It was easy to blame the Sith for talking her daughter. It was easy to feel anger and fear when she considered what her flesh and blood was going through. It was easy to want to crush the Sith and search through their ashes for her child. She knew her husband would not hesitate if she left this up to him.

But the Queen was not one for the easiest path. She did not like to blame other people for her failings. And this truly was her failure. She had neglected her daughter, refused to teach her to be independent, tried to keep her locked up. She thought she had been protecting her. She thought she had been doing what was right. And then in the middle of the night, she allowed her to be snatched, because she did not give her daughter the proper tools to defend herself.

Walking into the senatorial chamber, The Queen was the very definition of somber. She wore the black from head to toe, highlighted only by the crisp white makeup of her office. Although she was technically funding the army, it was not with Protectorate or Naboo Taxpayer money. This was from her families personal accounts, as well as donations. She wasn't going to involve the Protectorate or it's people without first consulting the Council, and that was something she simply had not been able to do just yet. Still, she had her confidence that the Council would side with her on this matter. After all, it was only a matter of time until they made their way through to Protectorate territory.

For now, this was a wonderful start.
 

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Jedi Master [member="Graxin Rade"] wouldn't need to worry about ironic t shirts from Rexus today, he was standing covered in head to toe in the Jedi Lord plate armor. He looked like the most valiant of Templars knights of the cross, he wore his armor and cloak with pride. He was going to follow Graxin until the end and he was happy to have him as a friend. Smiling under the helmet he gave a soft muffled chuckle and spoke

"I think you should give it a try sometime, I have a "Riding Solo" shirt with your name on it." Rex gave another smile and the light was positively glowing off of him and his armor.

The armor of course was for show, it would be an image of what a Jedi should look like when ready to do battle with the Sith and darkness of this galaxy. It was a sigh of honor, courage, and commitment to the light. Rexus gave a nod to his friend and a short bow.

"It's been an honor sir." He said and then awaited what was to come next. Hopefully they could do some good here today
 
Kian slipped into the meeting quietly, making his way along the back of the room. He wasn't hiding his presence in the force, but nor was he making himself known. He wasn't here in any official capacity, nor did he plan on participating in the discussion. Kian was here to do what Kian did best. He was here to listen, to watch, and to learn. He watched as people he didn't know entered the room, and he cast his eyes over the people already present. Some he recognized, and he certainly recognized [member="Graxin Rade"], who had requested the meeting with the Republic officials.

Kian was also happy to see [member="Zane Watts"] and [member="Alyesa Praxon-Organa"] present, though he hadn't ever met the Senator personally he knew of her work and Zane....well it was always good to see the commander....it meant things would likely be interesting. Folding his arms over his chest, Kian found an alcove in which to stand and waited to see the show.
 
This moment would be the one to glorify all of Rusken's past involvements with the Sith. There was no turning back from the war that would surely ensue within a short span of time. He walked briskly alongside [member="Graxin Rade"] clad from head to toe in armor decorated in furs and colored cloths to represent a respect to the Republic and unity. The faces of the Ession were shielded and blanked out with helmets to show that justice has no fleshy embodiment, but only the harbingers that wear it with pride. To show one's face would be somewhat a mockery, and Rusken had no intentions of abandoning his commitment to this calling of retribution. It would seem that many faces had shown up to this meeting, all with the same intentions more or less.

He stood next to his fellow Jedi and leader with a still silence that would speak for itself. An old, disciplined soldier of the Force. He carried his assault rifle by a sling that hung from his right shoulder to add to this effect. His stance was one similar to that of elite guards that took a post outside temples, protecting those inside from the bastardized scum that dare encroach on a way of life that was for the betterment of many. But sadly, not all who lived within this galaxy thought the same.

There wasn't much to say for now, only to wait and observe.

Glory to the Republic, and may those who stand against its sovereign light be vanquished as the monsters they truly are.

[member="Kian Karr"] [member="Rexus Drath"] [member="Feena Mason"]
 
Varus wasn't sure how late he had been to the proceedings that were being held in the Senate hall, but he did know that he wasn't early, or even on time. That's why his old school, restored and remodeled speeder bike, now a motorcycle, was chugging through the streets as quickly as it would carry him on two wheels, which was a sight to see for many who hadn't heard of such a device. Varus had a pension for machines, however, and he was fascinated by the history of transportation and the fact that once upon a time, civilized beings were almost entirely restricted to traveling by land either on foot, the backs of animals or by the use of the wheel. And invention that revolutionized transport in a way that even he, knowing exactly what cars and motorcycles had been in the past, could hardly understand.

Still, he'd been able to recreate such a machine of his own devices and patience coupled with work with his relentless work ethic, and he'd been enjoying testing the primitive vehicle all that day, which was partly why he was tardy. He'd lost track of time, noting that such a machine of transport was not equipped as conveniently with ways to use a comm or sync with a datapad. It was, however, true to it's purpose, and accurate to that cause at least.

Arriving at the building, Varus slammed on the brakes and leaned back, skidding to a halt on the bike as the tires screeched until his head whipped forwards with momentum. He sighed deeply as he reached up and pulled the helmet off his blonde head, a small smile cracking his lips as he reached down and placed the helmet upon one of the handle bars.
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Varus then pulled one leg over the bike and pushed off of the machine, still smoking a bit from his extended ride. He looked at it for a moment in the slightest hint of concern, but he passed such worries aside. If there was something wrong with it he could just fix it later. For now, he had to get to the meeting and greet everyone there.

He didn't barge into the Senate hall, but he wasn't necessarily practicing any form of guile either. That's why, when the tall double doors swung open he froze on the spot, glanced around at everyone with a bit of a dumbfounded look, and quickly turned to shut the doors quietly behind him. "My apologies.", he said, whispering out to the others as he bowed his head to them in respect and slipped along the outskirts of the room until he found himself standing a few feet away from Kian, hands crossed over his lap and blue eyes searching the room for Graxin.

"That was awkward...", Varus said, glancing over to Kian.

[member="Kian Karr"] - [member="Graxin Rade"] - [member="Zane Watts"] - [member="Alyesa Praxon-Organa"] - [member="Rexus Drath"] - [member="Feena Mason"] - [member="Veino Garn"] - [member="Zavzen Sae'ryx"] - [member="Gherron Vael"] - [member="Rusken Shaxx"]
 
Glyph came up and found his way towards the crowd that was gathering, his eyes running over the faces as he turned his saber in his hand as it hang from his hip. Apparently some sith had thought it was smart to kidnap Fel, which Glyph still considered a close friend whether they ended on a bad note or not, he still had to repay her for hitting him in the face with a book after all. He moved slowly moved up through the people assembled and stood near [member="Feena Mason"] and those with her, still being a guard of naboo after all. Even if the protectorate or the Republic did not join with the Ession Glyph himself would be taking a vacation to save his friend.
 
Preliat was seated near the front, his powerful arms folded, and his stare hidden by the T-shaped helmet of the Field marshal. He turned his head, the archaic model of the armor setting him apart from the others present. He was impressed with the company, but held his judgements. He wanted to commit- but not quite yet. Not until he knew all the details.
 

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It was time for the show to start. Graxin bowed his head in silent respect to those accompanying him, and parted the doors.

He strode with confidence out onto the senatorial platform. The beginnings of his reasoning and argument were flashing through his head as he approached the small podium at the edge of the room from which he would speak.

Senators looked upon him curiously, they were here to hear what he had to say after all. If this idea was not pitched right, then Felicity was doomed and ---

The Archlord of the Ession Reformation came to a halt at the podium. His thoughts froze, and he took in those gathered. [member="Feena Mason"] was not far, and though he would give her no public display of affection, he was infinitely pleased to have his mother on his side for this.

They fought on so most other issues.

There was [member="Varus Shatterstar"], a young boy grown into a man in the time that Graxin had been away, and perhaps the only friend the errant Master had left in the Jedi Order.

The Mandalorian, [member="Preliat Mantis"], one of the few who had understood the threat of the Sith and offered his help. Graxin had hoped that Strider would come as well, but one was better than none.

[member="Kian Karr"], a Jedi he had fought alongside on Csilla, and had since attained mastery in the time Graxin was away. With luck, he would be more receptive to what was said.

[member="Gherron Vael"] and [member="Zavzen Sae'ryx"], two young Jedi that had pledged their allegiance to the cause.

Then there was the senator [member="Alyesa Praxon-Organa"]. Graxin had seen her message while en route to the capital, and it seemed she would be one of the primary senators judging things.

Good, the proceedings would need to be headed by someone with a luck of sense.

The rest, regrettably, Graxin did not know or could not recall. More would inevitably pour in as the meeting - was this a meeting? - progressed.

Standing up to his full height of two meters and clad in a mix of armor and cloth, Graxin looked more akin to the warlords of old than the leader of a galactic power. That was the way it was supposed to be; it helped give the Army of Light a serious sense when spoken of in public.

That, and a few pounds of durasteel and phrik between yourself and a lightsaber was reassuring.

"Senators, Jedi Knights, people of the Republic. I greet you in respect." He brought a fist up to his lips and coughed politely. Was that a silly introduction? "Quite some time ago, myself and my companions left the core to protect the Outer Rim. In that time, the One Sith grew into an even greater threat. A threat we had not expected."

Speaking to his own people was easy. Communicating to strangers was an entirely different ball game. Graxin muttered a voiceless curse, and drew in a heavy breath to maintain his composure.

"We acknowledge what has happened in the inner rim. I fought the Sith myself on Ossus, Csilla, and other locations when the war began. I understand the threat they represent, as do my people." He gestured with an armor clad hand toward the Lords at his back. "In light of this, the Jedi Lords of Ession rallied the armies under our banners, and gathered whoever we could. Mandalorians, Silvers, Graug, mercenaries, we've assembled an army that could give the One Sith pause on its own."

That was partly true. On the ground, Ession's forces were designed strictly to slaughter Sith and their creations. Two Dreadguard could dispatch a Sith Lord. Graug Hordes would match the sheer numbers of the Sith army. War droids would tear the Sith Leviathans apart.

It was in space that the Army of Light was lacking, to put it lightly.

"Our soldiers understand that if the Republic falls, so do they, and most of us have offered our service out of principle. Standing by on this conflict is wrong."

In a show of commitment, Graxin reached upward. He drew back the raven cowl that hung over his head, and popped the oxygen seals on his helmet. It came free with a loud pop, and he settled it under his arm.

It was unheard of for Ession's leaders to appear unmasked. To do so was to open oneself to the ridicule of the planet.

Graxin glanced around the chamber, sharp amber eyes taking in the room without the HUD of his visor clouding his vision. He brought a hand up to cup his chin, and pressed his lips into a thin line.

"As the lord of Ession, I offer the support of all my holdings to the Republic. As the Archlord of the Reformation, I demand my vassals loan their soldiers to the Republic military effort, to include: the Graug Warlord Tetry'kal, the droid armies of Stargo, the Peacekeeper division, the Dreadguard, and my fellow lords. As a representative of the Army of Light, I call for all under its banner to join the Republic in its war for survival."

He gave a moment's pause, and looked up toward the senators.


"What say you of this?"






[member="Glyph"] [member="Rusken Shaxx"] [member="Rexus Drath"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Zane Watts"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]
 
At the back of the hall Xavzen allowed a pleased smirk to cross his face: this was a man he would let lead him, this was a man he could give his respect to, this was what a true leader should be, this was a man he would gladly follow until Mistress Death - the unavoidable truth of the Universe - came for him.

When [member="Graxin Rade"] had removed his mask Xavzen understood what he was saying with this action, he was willing to make a personal sacrifice for the cause. Well, if the Grandmaster could find the courage a lowly student should be able to do so to.

Throwing the distrust bred into him while he was a slave, Xavzen bowed his head in the direction of [member="Graxin Rade"] while crossing his right arm across his chest - the way he bowed to those he would sacrifice his life for - and allied himself mentally to grandmaster and vowed that no matter the price he would follow this man wherever he went. War would come and Xavzen would embrace the steady beating of drums and fight to his last breathe. All the while his blood sung with the call of the of his Zabrak heritage.

[member="Graxin Rade"]
 
Niamh stood off to the side, out of the limelight of the goings on, watching. In reality, it wasn't Niamh standing there, it was Nightmare, the Shadow person that she adopted when she went to do things that she didn't want anyone to know she was doing. With her daughter safely tucked away, Nightmare was the best person to approach this meeting of lightside minds, of those that wished to destroy the Sith, as she did. This was about the future, and hiding in her quaint little corner of the galaxy with the rest of the Silver's just wasn't going to cut it.

On top of that, Eshan was in Republic space, and the Republic was directly involved in war with the Sith. If the Republic fell, Eshan would fall into the wrong hands and that would seriously cut the productivity of her workforce in Eshan Industrial. That and it would put her people in the service of those that would squander them just because of their skills. She couldn't stand by and allow that.

Niamh, though, was supposed to stay out of affairs like these unless directly asked. Nightmare could very well do as she pleased because no one knew it was her. So she stood in her full suit, watching the others speak and saying nothing. If she were called upon she would make her presence known, but until then she would remain silently watching. All of those assembled seemed reasonable sorts; the type of people that could actually do something to weaken the Sith. She clenched her fist and hoped they had the resolve, because otherwise this was going to be short lived.
 
The blonde had not spoken a word. The Senate chambers were an uncomfortable space for him. It was filled to the brim with unwanted politics and drama. But he was here, wearing a hood. Nobody besides members of the Ession Reformation had seen DragonsFlames face in a very long time, and he still hadn't uncovered it here. Yet... There was no mistaking it. That muscular frame, the armor, that magnus armor, now re-forged into something more menacing then as he was as a Jedi in the Republic's version of the Jedi Order... And that strong force presence. It was unmistakable who was under that hood. But yet, he remained silent, watching... Listening.
 
Krest was there too, watching from the background. Last time he was here, he was almost detained as a Sith after helping the Republic against one of the numerous Sith cults out there.

And when [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] got kicked out. How fun this one might be.
 
In light of the given situation, Rusken was feeling a bit patriotic and both nostalgic. Being among a council of the Republic and all other cooperating parties was not only a sign of hope, but it meant that there was a chance. The old Epicanthix looked around the room at all the faces, all the while listening to his leader's speech. His visor glowed an almost baby blue light, symbolism for the purity and just cause of the Republic's intentions. One thing that echoed throughout Rusken's thoughts was the Jedi Code itself. Though his past deeds could contradict and oppose this oath in a parallel manner.

His service was both that of a Guardian and a soldier. His heart would always belong to those that defend and build, not destroy and bring about pestilence of their own hubris like the One Sith had done. The veteran warrior reached out to put a hand on [member="Graxin Rade"]'s shoulder, clearing his throat to speak up.

"It is with great pride that I announce that you are all a valued addition to this effort. For an old warhorse like myself, these times come and go as quickly as they begin. But in the end, I'd like to think that all this bloodshed is worth the outcome. Sacrifice has been made for generations to keep the galaxy at a truce just so we can build again only to have it broken afterward. The Ession Reformation is both a home of those that welcome the just, and a blade that slices through the fallacies constructed by the monsters that abuse The Force for their whims and wants."

Rusken let out a sigh, knowing that his input was mainly on a personal level, but still a statement nonetheless. What more can you expect from an old war veteran but such nostalgia?

This was a war that could determine which side of the Force gets to predominately oversee the fate of thousands, millions of innocent lives and species. Even though it would be at an imbalance, it would mean saving what cannot save itself.

The Knight carried on in a metallic voice due to his helmet's modulator.

"I can assure each and every one of you that this man before you is one of trust, determination, and knowing of hardship. He carries his weight as well as any Jedi I've served with in all my years of devotion to the Republic. This bond between us all means everything or nothing. And to me, this fight will be well worth it."

There Is No Emotion, There Is Peace.

There Is No Ignorance, There Is Knowledge.

There Is No Passion, There Is Serenity.

There Is No Chaos, There Is Harmony.

There Is No Death, There Is The Force.

This was the moral value and the way of the Jedi, but sadly, it must be broken for this war to be won. Rusken had broken this oath time and time again to fulfill a personal vigilance to save what he saw as righteous. This code meant more than one could understand to the elder Epicanthix, and he would strive to mend his broken promises.

The Republic and Ession must become the armored fists first before they settled into giving, peaceful hands.


@Glyph @Rexus Drath @Veino Garn @Zane Watts @Joshua DragonsFlame
 
Persephone was bored.

Oh it wasn't due to the situation, but more due to the fact that as men, those who were speaking were really not perking up her mojo. Then again, she is a Hapan, serving the Hapan Queen directly.

And they were not too keen on men.

Especially men who were arguably over eager to step their bounds.

A sigh would fall from her lips, then a lace fan would snap open with a flick of her wrist. Thankfully, she didn't have to be directly present. Oh no, she was holocalling in.

This made it easier to enjoy real food at her leisure and not have to deal with the scent of sweaty men in armor and who were a bit too uppity due to their lightsticks.

Whatever came next would certainly be interesting.
 

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