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Post by Magmanamus on Mar 25, 2014 1:07:10 GMT
Theodoros started dragging the next injured marine out the door when the Librarian woke up. He continued hauling the badly wounded Adeptus out of the door. "Solidity of Faith is dead, so is the Herald of Purity. We have crashed into the parade grounds under siege by heretics. The planetary force is doing battle to the north. You can help me move the wounded or aid the defense." He dragged the wounded marine outside, and left the Librarian's field of vision. He'd been talking more than he was used to already, and inwardly grumbled about having chosen to leave the workshop for these disastrous games. At least he had enough steel and electricity in him to speak with a synthesized voice, his own would have been a worse annoyance. Xavier stood still as a stone for a moment as his mind ran through the possibilities. He noted that his comrade had referred to the ships as 'dead' rather than 'crashed' or 'disabled' and filed this away for later. More pressing however were the concerns of moving the wounded and aiding the defense. The needs of the wounded seemed to be immediate but if the defenses fell then rescuing them would be moot. For a moment more on considered and then moved to the door to await Theodoros' return. When the techmarine returned: "Show me which ones can be saved." |
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Post by Yrmengardis Avrasul on Mar 25, 2014 14:05:18 GMT
Parade Structures, West Wing
Lucian Sanguineus
Lucian moved through the structures surrounding the Parade Ground in silence, cushioned from the noise of the fighting outside by thick walls of hardened plascrete. The lights were out and there was none of the usual electrical hum that filled Imperial buildings. The relative silence was good - outside Lucian might have missed the sounds of an ambush waiting up ahead. Muffled footsteps echoed through the hall ahead of him for a moment, and his enhanced vision easily spotted the outline of a face peering out of a darkened room at him, before it ducked back into hiding. The click of an autogun being readied was clearly audible. It sounded like advancing through this part of the building would not be possible without a fight, but this is also the most direct route through the building - taking another one would likely result in lost time.
Imperial Defensive Line
Lady Callisto Tenko, Brother Zacharius
The intense fire from Zacharius' Heavy Bolter wrought havoc in the heretical lines, but despite the casualties, the mob continued to push forwards, piling more objects onto their makeshift barricades and firing their autoguns and lasguns wildly. The barricades offered little resistance against the penetrating rounds of the Heavy Bolter, but this did not seem to deter them.
Parade Structures, East Wing
Hrólfur Asgeirsson
The ascent through the building went quietly and without incident, bar the sight or smell of an occasional civilian cowering in a room. The building was tall, however, and it would still take more time to reach the roof.
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Post by Lucian Sanguineus on Mar 25, 2014 18:35:55 GMT
Parade Structures, West Wing
Lucian SanguineusLucian moved through the structures surrounding the Parade Ground in silence, cushioned from the noise of the fighting outside by thick walls of hardened plascrete. The lights were out and there was none of the usual electrical hum that filled Imperial buildings. The relative silence was good - outside Lucian might have missed the sounds of an ambush waiting up ahead. Muffled footsteps echoed through the hall ahead of him for a moment, and his enhanced vision easily spotted the outline of a face peering out of a darkened room at him, before it ducked back into hiding. The click of an autogun being readied was clearly audible. It sounded like advancing through this part of the building would not be possible without a fight, but this is also the most direct route through the building - taking another one would likely result in lost time.
Lucian Sanguineus
Parade Structures, West Wing
Lucian cursed as he spotted the person - no, the enemy - looking straight at him. The familiar clicks of weapons being readied betrayed that he would be attacked soon. He had been lucky not to walk straight into the trap, and he inwardly thanked the Emperor and Sanguinius for his good fortune. He then scanned his surroundings for the closest place he could take cover and prepare himself for the battle that was coming. Awareness to find cover: Challenging Perception (+0), -10 from Heightened Senses, target 53
[18:07] <Ilya> .roll 1d100 [18:07] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100: 41 He ducked behind a pillar, crouching as he returned his boltgun to its holster on his back with one hand, and reached for his pistol, which sprang into his hand from its mag-lock the moment it came near. He checked the pistol and its clip, readying it to fire. Uncertain how many enemies he would be up against - although he had seen only one, he knew from experience that there could, and likely would be more - he grabbed one of his frag grenades. He peeked from behind the pillar, and tossed the grenade into the room where he knew that the enemy was hiding, just to be sure that he wouldn't be overwhelmed by their numbers. BS to throw grenade (range 24m): Challenging BS (+0), target 48[19:25] <Ilya> .roll 1d100 [19:25] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100: 33 Damage roll for grenade: 2d10+2 (X), Blast (4)[19:29] <Ilya> .roll 2d10+2 [19:29] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 2d10+2: 20 |
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Post by Yrmengardis Avrasul on Mar 26, 2014 0:54:35 GMT
Lucian Sanguineus
Parade Structures, West Wing
Lucian cursed as he spotted the person - no, the enemy - looking straight at him. The familiar clicks of weapons being readied betrayed that he would be attacked soon. He had been lucky not to walk straight into the trap, and he inwardly thanked the Emperor and Sanguinius for his good fortune. He then scanned his surroundings for the closest place he could take cover and prepare himself for the battle that was coming. Awareness to find cover: Challenging Perception (+0), -10 from Heightened Senses, target 53
[18:07] <Ilya> .roll 1d100 [18:07] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100: 41 He ducked behind a pillar, crouching as he returned his boltgun to its holster on his back with one hand, and reached for his pistol, which sprang into his hand from its mag-lock the moment it came near. He checked the pistol and its clip, readying it to fire. Uncertain how many enemies he would be up against - although he had seen only one, he knew from experience that there could, and likely would be more - he grabbed one of his frag grenades. He peeked from behind the pillar, and tossed the grenade into the room where he knew that the enemy was hiding, just to be sure that he wouldn't be overwhelmed by their numbers. BS to throw grenade (range 24m): Challenging BS (+0), target 48[19:25] <Ilya> .roll 1d100 [19:25] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100: 33 Damage roll for grenade: 2d10+2 (X), Blast (4)[19:29] <Ilya> .roll 2d10+2 [19:29] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 2d10+2: 20 With a quiet, metallic ping, the grenade bounced off the floor and rolled perfectly into the room beyond. Just a split second too late, a panicked voice shouted: "GRENADE!" The boom echoed throughout the halls, shaking dust from the walls into a cloud around Lucian. Moments later, autogun fire rings through the hallways, poorly-aimed shots hissing down the hallway past the scout's position. A stray bullet ricochets off the wall and another digs its way into the floor near the scout's foot, but it's nowhere near dangerous. "Contact, we've made contact! Fall back to the rally point!" a harsh, disciplined voice attempted to rally them. The sound of something metal being knocked over could be heard and running footsteps were heard moving away away from Lucian. |
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Post by Otto Gottfried on Mar 26, 2014 1:15:00 GMT
Otto Gottfried: Crash Site A
After receiving a transmition from Ramon, Otto Gottfried responded. "I shall send Brother-Adept Iman Ennulus your position, Brother Ramon."
Otto Gottfried turned to Brother Imam. "Brother Imam, we must protect the Gene Seed of the Astartes. This area should be secured so long as the barrier ahead holds strong. Gather all wounded Astartes at the Shrine. The rest of my Brothers, to me! We shall smite this wretched heresy from the surface of this planet!"
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Post by Se'aref-'Apop-er-bau-neru on Mar 26, 2014 2:09:23 GMT
Theodoros started dragging the next injured marine out the door when the Librarian woke up. He continued hauling the badly wounded Adeptus out of the door. "Solidity of Faith is dead, so is the Herald of Purity. We have crashed into the parade grounds under siege by heretics. The planetary force is doing battle to the north. You can help me move the wounded or aid the defense." He dragged the wounded marine outside, and left the Librarian's field of vision. He'd been talking more than he was used to already, and inwardly grumbled about having chosen to leave the workshop for these disastrous games. At least he had enough steel and electricity in him to speak with a synthesized voice, his own would have been a worse annoyance. Xavier stood still as a stone for a moment as his mind ran through the possibilities. He noted that his comrade had referred to the ships as 'dead' rather than 'crashed' or 'disabled' and filed this away for later. More pressing however were the concerns of moving the wounded and aiding the defense. The needs of the wounded seemed to be immediate but if the defenses fell then rescuing them would be moot. For a moment more on considered and then moved to the door to await Theodoros' return. When the techmarine returned: "Show me which ones can be saved."  Brother-Adept Theodoros Ikarion - Crash site B
Theodoros grunted in acknowledgement, and slapped a hand onto the pauldron of one fallen marine on his side in the wreckage, and the helmet of another slumped against the wall. He trudged further inside and picked up another man himself, starting to drag him outside. He dragged the marine out around the Librarian, and waited for him to exit with the first of the two he'd indicated before he went back in to get the last of the five remaining living marines. |
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Post by Iman Ennulus on Mar 26, 2014 2:18:35 GMT
Iman Ennulus: Crash Site A
"Acknowledged."
Ennulus continues his work collecting geno seeds. Once complete, he will scavenge or cobble together some stretchers to lash together and carry the three injured Marines back to the shrine.
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Post by Lucian Sanguineus on Mar 26, 2014 15:51:10 GMT
With a quiet, metallic ping, the grenade bounced off the floor and rolled perfectly into the room beyond. Just a split second too late, a panicked voice shouted: "GRENADE!" The boom echoed throughout the halls, shaking dust from the walls into a cloud around Lucian. Moments later, autogun fire rings through the hallways, poorly-aimed shots hissing down the hallway past the scout's position. A stray bullet ricochets off the wall and another digs its way into the floor near the scout's foot, but it's nowhere near dangerous. "Contact, we've made contact! Fall back to the rally point!" a harsh, disciplined voice attempted to rally them. The sound of something metal being knocked over could be heard and running footsteps were heard moving away away from Lucian. "I knew it," Lucian breathed, unfazed by the bullets flying through the hallway. As long as they didn't hit him, he didn't see a reason to care. Hearing the enemy retreat from their position, he smirked triumphantly. His decision had been correct, and he allowed himself to gloat for a second. He listened until he deemed the footsteps far enough away to safely continue his path. Keeping his pistol at the ready and staying hidden as much as possible, he moved into the room he had just cleared of enemies as quietly as he could. Silent Move: Challenging Agility (+0), target 54[16:46] <Ilya> .roll 1d100 vs 54 [16:46] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100 vs 54: 8, Success by 46 Shadowing: Challenging Agility (+0), target 54[16:47] <Ilya> .roll 1d100 vs 54 [16:47] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100 vs 54: 59, Failure by 5 |
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Post by Yrmengardis Avrasul on Mar 26, 2014 23:36:02 GMT
With a quiet, metallic ping, the grenade bounced off the floor and rolled perfectly into the room beyond. Just a split second too late, a panicked voice shouted: "GRENADE!" The boom echoed throughout the halls, shaking dust from the walls into a cloud around Lucian. Moments later, autogun fire rings through the hallways, poorly-aimed shots hissing down the hallway past the scout's position. A stray bullet ricochets off the wall and another digs its way into the floor near the scout's foot, but it's nowhere near dangerous. "Contact, we've made contact! Fall back to the rally point!" a harsh, disciplined voice attempted to rally them. The sound of something metal being knocked over could be heard and running footsteps were heard moving away away from Lucian. "I knew it," Lucian breathed, unfazed by the bullets flying through the hallway. As long as they didn't hit him, he didn't see a reason to care. Hearing the enemy retreat from their position, he smirked triumphantly. His decision had been correct, and he allowed himself to gloat for a second. He listened until he deemed the footsteps far enough away to safely continue his path. Keeping his pistol at the ready and staying hidden as much as possible, he moved into the room he had just cleared of enemies as quietly as he could. Silent Move: Challenging Agility (+0), target 54[16:46] <Ilya> .roll 1d100 vs 54 [16:46] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100 vs 54: 8, Success by 46 Shadowing: Challenging Agility (+0), target 54[16:47] <Ilya> .roll 1d100 vs 54 [16:47] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100 vs 54: 59, Failure by 5
Parade Structures, West WingAs Lucian moved into the room, silence overtook him again. The room is fairly sizable and seems to be some kind of open-plan office, part of the endless structure of the Administratum which oversees the planet. The well-placed grenade left eight bodies scattered across the room in various states of death. Each was wearing Imperial-issue flak armour and carried autoguns - their insignias were those of the local Planetary Defence Force. One or two struggled to stay alive, clutching at their wounds futilely or clawing their way towards the safety and shelter of a desk, but if they noticed Lucian, they did not respond to his presence. Furniture had been upturned in places and several civilian bodies were sprawled through the room; their manner of death was unknown from here, but likely unpleasant. There was no sign of the rest of the heretics, who seem to have abandoned this position completely. A pair of double doors they presumably exited through are swinging partly-open at the other end of the hall, and the bright shine of sunlight slips through the crack. |
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Post by Magmanamus on Mar 26, 2014 23:55:46 GMT
Theodoros grunted in acknowledgement, and slapped a hand onto the pauldron of one fallen marine on his side in the wreckage, and the helmet of another slumped against the wall. He trudged further inside and picked up another man himself, starting to drag him outside. He dragged the marine out around the Librarian, and waited for him to exit with the first of the two he'd indicated before he went back in to get the last of the five remaining living marines. Xavier grabbed the first of the indicated Marines under the arms and dragged him out of the ruined ship, laying him next to the ones already removed from the wreckage. Having no skill to revive them he surveyed the area and started heading up the courtyard, toward the Imperial Guard defensive lines, taking stock of the situation. |
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Post by Yrmengardis Avrasul on Mar 27, 2014 0:16:06 GMT
Xavier stood still as a stone for a moment as his mind ran through the possibilities. He noted that his comrade had referred to the ships as 'dead' rather than 'crashed' or 'disabled' and filed this away for later. More pressing however were the concerns of moving the wounded and aiding the defense. The needs of the wounded seemed to be immediate but if the defenses fell then rescuing them would be moot. For a moment more on considered and then moved to the door to await Theodoros' return. When the techmarine returned: "Show me which ones can be saved."
Theodoros grunted in acknowledgement, and slapped a hand onto the pauldron of one fallen marine on his side in the wreckage, and the helmet of another slumped against the wall. He trudged further inside and picked up another man himself, starting to drag him outside. He dragged the marine out around the Librarian, and waited for him to exit with the first of the two he'd indicated before he went back in to get the last of the five remaining living marines. Theodoros grunted in acknowledgement, and slapped a hand onto the pauldron of one fallen marine on his side in the wreckage, and the helmet of another slumped against the wall. He trudged further inside and picked up another man himself, starting to drag him outside. He dragged the marine out around the Librarian, and waited for him to exit with the first of the two he'd indicated before he went back in to get the last of the five remaining living marines. Xavier grabbed the first of the indicated Marines under the arms and dragged him out of the ruined ship, laying him next to the ones already removed from the wreckage. Having no skill to revive them he surveyed the area and started heading up the courtyard, toward the Imperial Guard defensive lines, taking stock of the situation.
Crash Site B:It took little time to recover the remaining bodies, although anyone seeking to retrieve the geneseed of the rest will have to brave the ever-worsening fires of the Gunship. Further up the courtyard, the battle raged onwards without them, and it seemed like many of their brothers had only just joined the fight. Their assistance would likely be required if the situation continued to worsen. Iman Ennulus: Crash Site A"Acknowledged." Ennulus continues his work collecting geno seeds. Once complete, he will scavenge or cobble together some stretchers to lash together and carry the three injured Marines back to the shrine.
Crash Site A:The tallying of the dead and collection of the geneseed was a simple, straight-forward process. Brother Iman's training is more than sufficient to do it at a hurried pace, but the retrival and movement of the remaining bodies is another thing. Even if he was to find an appropriately sized piece of hull plating to try and use as a stretcher, a task which would be difficult given the current state of things, he would require another man's help. The Astartes were tough enough that he could probably drag them across the open ground by a foot each without worsening their condition, but that would still be only two instead of all three. Meanwhile, the battle to their north raged onwards... |
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Post by Yrmengardis Avrasul on Mar 27, 2014 0:39:28 GMT
 The situation at the Parade Ground was starting to worsen - the Heretics were launching a full assault on the Imperial defenses.
Lady Palatine Callisto Tenko, Brother ZachariusImperial Defensive Line:Across the wide street ahead of the Imperial lines, a surge of armoured men erupted from their barricades. From the buildings at their back, three heavy stubbers were raking the Imperial lines, forcing the defenders to duck behind cover and catching those too unlucky or too slow to avoid its wide arc. With bloodcurdling screams, the heretics charged in a wave - at their head was a massive, seven foot figure of near-naked flesh, painted white-and-black and swinging a two-handed chainsword overhead. The heretics at his side seemed bolstered by his presence, and those few guardsmen who peered over their defences to see him looked terrified. "Come on out, cowards! Come and fight me!" the figure bellowed, before laughing deeply and saying, "bring me the best you have!" Brother Zacharius' relatively exposed figure was almost immediately a target for the heretics. Heretic fire zipped past him inaccurately; a lasgun shot drilled itself into his left arm before fizzling out harmlessly. The echoing thud of an armour-piercing heavy stubber round striking his chest was enough to reverberate even in his genetically enhanced chest, leaving a small dent and a tiny hole in a thin section of the Dark Angel's otherwise pristine chestplate. Zacharius could feel the uncomfortable sensation of what was left of the bullet barely lodged into the outer layers of his ribcage, but it had caused nothing more than superficial damage. Around them, dozens of Imperial Guard were dead or dying and their officers and sergeants struggled to rally them against the oncoming assault. GM's Note: Given the wide scale of this battle and the PbP format, I'm going to avoid using Initiative for now in this fight as I want to try and keep it fast and loose rather than heavy and crunchy. We can save such nitpickings for more epic and individual fights rather than mass pitched combats. Just try to remember that you're somewhat limited in what you can do in a combat situation and give others time to take actions themselves. For those wishing to attack the Horde, you have a +60 bonus to do so at this time as the number of targets is so great you virtually cannot miss. If anyone wishes to target out the painted champion in particular, roll as if targeting a normal individual (+0), but I'll likely rule that any misses strike the Horde itself. Hrólfur ÁsgeirssonParade Structures, East WingThe Space Wolf burst through the door and onto the rooftops of the Parade Buildings. Up here, a cool breeze wafted through his hair and the rapid gunfire seemed to echo throughout the canyon-like streets for an eternity. From the corner of the building he would have relatively good line of sight on any opponent, although staying hidden while getting a good line of fire would prove somewhat tricky; such, however, was the life of a scout... |
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Post by Iman Ennulus on Mar 27, 2014 7:32:35 GMT
"This is Ramon Amadeo Pugilista, Assault Marine of the Crimson Fists. I am heading over to your position as we speak. Do you have an apothecary with you? We have fellow Astartes that may need help... and gene-seeds to retrieve." Ennulus encounters Pugilista as he is dragging the third body out of the ship. "You: Pugilista," Ennulus says, reading the Astartes' name from his Diagnostor helm. "Grab this man and follow me." He gestures to the third space marine on the floor. Without waiting for any reply from Pugilista, he grabs the two other injured Astartes by the leg each and begins to drag them towards the shrine. |
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Post by Lucian Sanguineus on Mar 27, 2014 23:11:04 GMT
Lucian Sanguineus
Parade Structures, West WingAs Lucian moved into the room, silence overtook him again. The room is fairly sizable and seems to be some kind of open-plan office, part of the endless structure of the Administratum which oversees the planet. The well-placed grenade left eight bodies scattered across the room in various states of death. Each was wearing Imperial-issue flak armour and carried autoguns - their insignias were those of the local Planetary Defence Force. One or two struggled to stay alive, clutching at their wounds futilely or clawing their way towards the safety and shelter of a desk, but if they noticed Lucian, they did not respond to his presence. Furniture had been upturned in places and several civilian bodies were sprawled through the room; their manner of death was unknown from here, but likely unpleasant. There was no sign of the rest of the heretics, who seem to have abandoned this position completely. A pair of double doors they presumably exited through are swinging partly-open at the other end of the hall, and the bright shine of sunlight slips through the crack. Lucian did not care about the dead and wounded in the room, and decided that searching the room would likely just be a waste of time. He needed to get to the perch he wanted, so that he would actually be able to assist in the main fight. Keeping in mind that the enemy could still be near, he moved quickly towards the partially open doors, and peeked through them to assess the situation beyond. Awareness to see what is beyond the doors: Difficult Perception (-10), +10 from Heightened Senses, target: 43
[00:10] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100 vs 43 [00:10] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100 vs 43: 10, Success by 33 |
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Post by Yrmengardis Avrasul on Mar 27, 2014 23:30:37 GMT
Lucian Sanguineus
Parade Structures, West WingAs Lucian moved into the room, silence overtook him again. The room is fairly sizable and seems to be some kind of open-plan office, part of the endless structure of the Administratum which oversees the planet. The well-placed grenade left eight bodies scattered across the room in various states of death. Each was wearing Imperial-issue flak armour and carried autoguns - their insignias were those of the local Planetary Defence Force. One or two struggled to stay alive, clutching at their wounds futilely or clawing their way towards the safety and shelter of a desk, but if they noticed Lucian, they did not respond to his presence. Furniture had been upturned in places and several civilian bodies were sprawled through the room; their manner of death was unknown from here, but likely unpleasant. There was no sign of the rest of the heretics, who seem to have abandoned this position completely. A pair of double doors they presumably exited through are swinging partly-open at the other end of the hall, and the bright shine of sunlight slips through the crack. Lucian did not care about the dead and wounded in the room, and decided that searching the room would likely just be a waste of time. He needed to get to the perch he wanted, so that he would actually be able to assist in the main fight. Keeping in mind that the enemy could still be near, he moved quickly towards the partially open doors, and peeked through them to assess the situation beyond. Awareness to see what is beyond the doors: Difficult Perception (-10), +10 from Heightened Senses, target: 43
[00:10] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100 vs 43 [00:10] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100 vs 43: 10, Success by 33
Parade Structures, West WingA large, open-plan foyer lay beyond the doors, and beyond that were the streets of the city. A dozen or so Traitor Militia and Guardsmen had gathered, engaging in a hurried argument about the ambush and what to do. Several guardsmen hunkered down behind desks about ten metres away and watched the doorway Lucian was peering out of with autoguns at the ready, but they didn't notice him peeking back out at them. The walls of the foyer were made of glass - most of which had shattered - and an overturned desk had been reinforced with sandbags and turned into a makeshift gun post, where a pair of traitors manned a heavy stubber, aimed towards the alleyway to Lucian's east. Off in the distance, he could see soldiers moving down the street towards the main battle at the entrance to the parade grounds, but it wasn't easy to tell from here where the rest of the enemy waited. With the traitors unaware of his presence, Lucian could easily ambush them and wipe them out, but the commotion was likely to draw others and complicate his task. Still, from the doors he could see the building where his ideal vantage point lay. This would be the fastest route through, but if he wished to avoid a prolonged combat, he would need to find an easier, quieter path to the vantage point beyond as there would be no way to sneak past the sentries watching the door. |
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