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May 14, 2011 2:37:14 GMT -5
Post by Mara on May 14, 2011 2:37:14 GMT -5
After completing the flip, Xierra's blade came back up and into a defensive position, her body doing the same. Despite having the Force as her ally and putting all of her focus into this moment and nothing else, not the rest of the battle, nor her missing padawan, just this moment, she felt a slight nervousness. In all her training and experience she had never gone up against a double-bladed opponent. Even if she forgot for a moment that he was obviously Sith, his two weapons were challenge enough. But he had more than blades; he had the dark side. And for the first time in quite some time Xierra wavered slightly. She had no clear idea how to approach this fight.
But she couldn't allow any weakness to show, both outwardly on her body and inwardly through the Force. She set her jaw and narrowed her black eyes at the enemy, waiting for his approach, as she knew he must. A Sith wouldn't allow a Jedi to run away from him, even though all she did was avoid getting limbs chopped off by jumping away. Xierra knew she needed to emit confidence in everything she did. And if necessary resort to tactics her master would have disapproved off. But this was not another Jedi she was dueling; it was not a fair fight. And if it must not have rules, she would not play by the rules.
Xierra waited for the reaction she knew must come. Her quick reflex to move out of the way would have only stalled her opponent briefly. Not wanting to keep avoiding the matter, she prepared herself for what was coming as the Sith began running at her, both weapons primed. Digging her boots a bit more firmly into the hard-packed snow, she steadied herself; the only movement from her now was the wind whipping through her robes and black hair. She pulled the Force around her, allowing it to flow within her and strengthen her, physically, emotionally. The Falleen's pale green blade was all that stood between her survival and her demise.
One more deep breath to prepare herself, and then he was there, jabbing and slashing at her with his two blades. With a quick flick of her wrists, the two-handed grip on her hilt, she deflected the first strike, returning almost immediately to her defensive stance. At the same time, her body twisted, avoiding his simultaneous attack with his second lightsaber. So far remaining all in one piece, she was again focused as he tried to get past her defenses again, this time with a lower slash. Xierra had been about to just jump over the blade like a cheap party game, but a nudge through the Force made her change her mind, ducking away again. Always, she kept her blade in front of her.
She knew she had to attack back in order to have any chance at surviving this duel. And if she were lucky, disarm him of one of his weapons, at least briefing, to give herself a fighting chance. The question was how. Telekinesis, a mind trick, her inherent pheromones, or a concise lightsaber strike. Or maybe a combination of any of them. Whatever she did, she had to choose soon before he came at her again.
Standing there, she let go of her hilt with one hand, still holding the weapon with her left hand. Grabbing a hold of the Force, she focused on his right hand and jerked at the Sith's blade, hoping to dislodge it from his grasp. If it didn't work, at least it would serve as distraction. Immediately after she attacked his hand with the Force, she leapt to the air, but this time she flipped forward, landing behind her opponent. Xierra swung her blade with great speed, making to decapitate him, but keeping her legs supple and ready to move at any moment once he realized what was happening.
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May 17, 2011 13:39:24 GMT -5
Post by Cirith An'Gol on May 17, 2011 13:39:24 GMT -5
Xerron smiled as the Falleen flawlessly came back into a defensive stance as she landed from her flip. So far, the fight was at a stalemate, neither opponent had landed a wounding blow on the other. Xerron was only testing her thus far however, he still had yet to reveal his primary form of lightsaber combat. The Backhanded style of Jar-Kai. That was the ace up his sleeve. He would keep that in reserve however.
She already knew two of his specialities, Force Cloak and Force Concealment, there was no need to give her more until she proved to be a greater threat to him. So far though, she'd simply been dancing away from his attacks. Xerron frowned, this Jedi wasn't like the others he'd seen during the battle. It was almost like she was afraid to fight him. The ones that had attacked him had attacked on sight, she though had been simply batting away his weapon and dodging his attacks.
He was about to attack again, starting to move forward but, stopped short when suddenly she took one hand from her lightsaber's grip, the simple movement made him tense up instinctively, she was going to attack. But how? Then he felt a hard jerk on his lightsaber. The sudden pull on his lightsaber pulled it from his grasp but, it didn't have a chance to go very far. With a telekenetic pull of his own, it snapped back into his waiting hand before it had the chance to hit the ground. Xerron looked up in momentary suprise as his opponent flew through the freezing air, landing behind him. Before he could turn around though, she struck, aiming a horizontal strike at his neck in an attempt to behead him.
He reacted quickly, using the Force to enhance his arm's speed as he reached behind him, his elbow pointing ahead of him, as he positioned the blade to block her killing blow. He turned his head slowly to look at her a smile on his lips as he poured energy into his fear aura, his eyes glowing red in response. "Good try but, it'll take more than that to defeat me" with that he pressed the activation stud on his other lightsaber and the weapon activated with a menacing snap-hiss.
He shifted his feet and spun himself around, keeping his right hand locked with her lightsaber, while his left hand came around to slash at her midsection.
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Post by Mara on Jun 10, 2011 1:59:40 GMT -5
As her green blade swung around once again in a two-handed grip for more power, moving towards the Sith's head, a small detached part of her mind not focused on the battle noticed that her little trick had actually worked, for a time. Apparently her opponent had been too focused on fighting with his two red blades that he had not thought of other avenues. And for a few precious seconds Xierra had deprived him of one of his weapons and, hopefully, pieces of his concentration. After all, every little bit counted for her survival at the end of this duel.
But the respite was over very quickly, as she had thought it would be, whether or not she had managed to catch him off-guard enough knock the lightsaber out of his grasp. Xierra knew this Sith was no slouch and would have quick reflexes. Just as quickly as she had Force-pushed his hand and flipped over his head, preparing to strike, he had regained his weapon and spun around, leading with his elbow and following with the blade he hadn't lost.
With a harsh crackle and sizzle, their blades met, hers being denied of meeting his flesh, his guarding against such an attack on his person. Her face twisted with strain as she gripped her hilt harder, her dark eyes watching his face come into view shortly after, a smile on his face. A smile that did not portray kindness by a long shot. Xierra just simply stared back at him, focusing all her energy and strength through the Force on not letting his blade get through her defenses, anchoring her feet more securely in the snow. Not letting his silly taunt affect her in any way. Words, she could tune those out and forget about them.
At the same time, she felt a rush of dark side energy growing around the Sith. Evidently he was also calling on his ally for this duel. Though he and the rest of his kind might think that was the way of power and progress, Xierra knew that only lies and deceit lay on the path of the dark side. The light side of the Force was the only true path, a path that did not lead to complete and dominating power, but to truth and life, confidence and calm. She did not fear his drawing on the dark side; that was something she could defend against. The same with his words. Two lightsabers, on the other hand, was something she knew she was slowly going to lose to unless she could think of a way to turn the tide, larger than just a Force push on a weapon hand.
There were more pressing things to think about, though, than how to attack him back or try to gain an advantage. As their blades were still locked together, his ugly eyes laughing at her, she heard the familiar sound of a lightsaber coming to life: the second blade she had knocked from his grasp a few seconds earlier. He seemed to have been waiting for an opportune moment to spring this on her; belatedly Xierra chided herself for forgetting his second weapon and leaving herself in a position that was not easily defensible should he strike at her. She knew she was effectively stuck if she didn't think fast.
And just like that, the other blade did come at her, a strike at her middle, just high enough that she couldn't jump it, just low enough that she couldn't duck. With a reach into the Force for some guidance, she saw only two choices before her: remove her saber and block the new attack, somehow avoiding the first blade, or remove her weapon and again jump out of the way. For a precious nanosecond she debated, as the red blade came at her, her two hands still pressed on her hilt to guard against the other red blade already at her.
In the end, she choose the third choice that the Force had not shown her, one that her master may not have condoned in a lightsaber duel. But those he would talk about had rules. This did not. This was not evenly remotely fair, and she had to make it so, or at least close to it. Xierra peeled away part of the Force that she was leaning on and balled it up, seeing it as a dagger, letting it loose on the Sith's mind, digging in, trying to release his fears--surely even a Sith had them--painful memories, anything that might split his focus.
Just as she was doing this, she spun opposite of his coming back, hoping to avoid major damage if her mind trick didn't work. She strengthened her legs with the Force and bent at the waist, planning for the red blade to pass over her, clearing her torso by centimeters, if it continued to swing at her at all. At the last moment, she removed her green blade from its almost magnetic attachment to the Sith's red one, dropping fully to the snow and quickly rolling away, gaining her feet a few meters away. All the time, though, she continued her mental attack on her opponent's mind.
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Jun 12, 2011 21:17:09 GMT -5
Post by Cirith An'Gol on Jun 12, 2011 21:17:09 GMT -5
Xerron watched as panic came to the Faline Jedi's eyes, she couldn't duck his second lightsaber attack, and she couldn't jump over it. He felt her draw upon the Force momentarily before she dropped to the ground and rolled. Suddenly an intense pain lanced through his mind, catching him off guard, he'd been expecting some kind of mental attack but, the sheer power of hers overwhelmed his defensive abilities. He wasn't proficient in telepathy, he only used it to communicate with his Wookie companion, so it wasn't suprising that eventually he would be attacked that way. Eventually, someone would get the upper hand through that weakness, it was inevitable. That however, didn't mean that Xerron was done with. He stumbled forward in pain, the red blade of his lightsaber missing its mark by mere inches from what little he could tell. He regained his balance, and tried to push the pain in his mind to the side.
Suddenly memories sprang to life in his mind, memories long forgotten. He saw his precious Uncle being surrounded by Trandoshans, and fighting in front of the Force Cage that held his friend Zaaltarr. His Uncle was deflecting their blaster bolts and wrenching weapons from their hands, twisting this way and that, avoiding razor edged blades and blaster bolts alike. Suddenly he was in a swordfight with a Trandoshan, their weapons crashing together and sparking. His Uncle Xerxes finally disarmed the tough skinned lizard and beheaded him in two swift sword strikes, lopping the aliens head off.
The head didn't even hit the ground before another Trando was on him, a wicked looking knife in his hand. He heard his Uncle cry out and fall to the ground, the knife buried deep in his back. Xerron cried out and gathered the Force to himself, using the Force to bounce the Trando off the cage that held his friend captive. He saw his Uncle somehow reach up, and press the deactivation button on a console nearby, then he lay on the ground and stopped moving. He could feel the life force of his Uncle ebb away and knew that he was dead. The Forcefield holding Zaaltarr dropped and then everything went black. Xerron's mind returned to the present, a familiar feeling came over him at that moment, extreme sadness, grief, and burning rage.
It was his most traumatic memory, and she had just unleashed it.
He felt something slide down his cheek a moment later. Xerron deactivated one of his weapons before reaching up and wiping his face. His back glove came back with a spot of moisture on it. A tear. He pushed the greif away and let the rage envelop him. Xerron looked up at his attacker, his eyes glowing a fiery red as he gathered the dark side to himself. "You really shouldn't have done that Jedi" Xerron said, venom for the first time in his voice, he activated his lightsaber with a snap-hiss. He started forward at a walk, then went into a jog, he flipped one lightsaber around to use it backhanded, and unleashed a bolt of lightning with the other. He jumped into the air, and raised the lightsaber he was holding in reverse in a strong vertical attack, intending to bring it down on her head and split her in half, end to end.
((OOC: Rugs will be coming in with Locke Nesmee pretty soon, prolly after your reply to mine))
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Jun 27, 2011 2:02:47 GMT -5
Post by Mara on Jun 27, 2011 2:02:47 GMT -5
She didn't want to actually take pleasure in her opponent's pain; that would lead to the dark side. But Xierra could have some satisfaction that her attack was working as she stood there in the snow a few meters from the Sith. It did not make her happy to torture another being; no Jedi ever felt that way. Right now her only feelings were of relief, that she had still survived thus far, and of a mounting determination to make sure her survival continued. There was no room to wallow in the sight of her opponent as he stumbled, writhing with whatever memory she had unleashed and was still strengthening with the Force. Nor was there any reason for her to do so. She needed to think ahead to her next move. Xierra had no idea how strong this Sith was, no idea how long her tactic would last.
It was likely that her little move would just serve to make him angrier, and with that, more powerful. But the Falleen had taken that chance, knowing that any retaliation he might make would be a move she would see coming, as she knew that a trick of the same kind would not work on her own mind. So far he had relied on his lightsaber skills, not on the Force. And for as long as she had the strength to carry on, she would fight on, using all of her knowledge and training with a lightsaber. Xierra had also taken the chance because she was hopeful that the man's increased rage at her would cause him to be more reckless, something that might, just might, save her in the end. She had to try to even the score as much as she was able to. It had become obvious to her almost immediately after this duel had begun that she was not fighting for the freedom of Rhen Var; she was fighting for her own life. A lucky notion for at the moment all thoughts of Zorn had been pushed out by the heat of battle.
Xierra steadied herself, watching her opponent, knowing that at any time he might fight it off. But before that could happen, she gave herself one more small advantaged. Xierra released her hold on his mind, needing the extra strength and concentration of the Force with her body, not digging into the Sith's mind. As the traumatic memory disappeared, she saw a tear run down the man's face but didn't let it distract her. It could have been whatever she had dredged up in his mind, but could also be a distraction. She simply just raised her pale green blade for the onslaught she could feel was coming.
If she hadn't prepared herself such, the sudden outpouring of his anger into the Force may have unbalanced her, but she had been ready for it, merely drawing onto the light side of the Force for power, trying to drown out the dark. A small detached part of her mind noticed that when the Sith spoke his voice was different, somehow more... raw, more real. No longer was he taunting; he was past that threshold now. But it was something she barely noticed, so focused she was on her own body and the Force, ready to move at any sense of danger coming from her opponent.
He ran at her with both lightsabers lit, speed increasing, one blade held backwards. Meaning to use all of her acrobatics to her advantage, she moved from her standstill as well. She didn't run but did switch into a light jog across the snowy ground. If this were to be her last moments in the galaxy, Xierra wanted to make it count.
The lightning surprised her only briefly, and she caught it on her lightsaber blade, absorbing the energy. The momentarily relief at having done so washed away and melded back into her grim determination. She saw the Sith leap into the air, obviously thinking to pounce at her from above. Xierra allowed a small, hard smile to pass along her lips as she, too, reached into the Force and rocketed into the air, leading with her blade. But instead of trying to just block the blade, knowing she couldn't with the odd angle, she continued upwards, somersaulting over the Sith's head, swinging her blade in a decapitating move before finishing her arc and landing back on the ground facing her opponent's back.
(((Okay, Rugs, hope that's a sufficient opening for you.)))
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Aug 1, 2011 18:16:35 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Aug 1, 2011 18:16:35 GMT -5
The more time he spent on Rhen Var, the more Locke realized he absolutely hated the planet. There were no redeeming qualities about it. Not one. And nothing had gone right on this visit to it.
A simple recruiting mission--that's all the trip was supposed to be. An effort for the Blades to gather more sabers to their cause, if any of the Jedi at the frozen Temple would be willing to answer their call. Well, that part had been going alright, or as well as could be hoped.
And then the bloody Sith came raining out of the damned sky, trying to kill them all.
Locke had lost track of how much time had passed since the first wave of the invasion hit, but in the time since, he'd seen Lev disappear to somewhere, been separated from his padwan, had more people than he cared to think about try to impale, bisect, dismember, or shoot him. Not to mention the ones that had tried to crush, electrocute, hurl, or do some other horrible thing to him with the Force. In addition, he'd lost his hat in the fray, and for all his hair, his head was cold.
Then there had been Dorin. Former Jedi friend turned to a Sith. That had been lovely. At least their fight had been cut short and they both escaped with their lives.
But he still didn't know where Jazen was, and he still didn't know if they'd even make it out alive.
"What a damn mess," he muttered under his breath as he shouldered his way through some rubble from fallen doors. His presence in the Force was gone, pulled in tightly on itself as he carefully made his way through the Temple's lower levels. While he wasn't near deluded enough to think he'd be able to avoid a confrontation until he found a way out or the attack was repelled, he wasn't particularly eager to be drawing attention to himself either. Not that it was hard to hide, with the battle making the Force as chaotic as it was. Still, caution never hurt. A less-than-cautious Investigator was often a dead Investigator soon enough, or that's what Old Tiino had drilled into his head often enough.
Locke pushed on further, working back up from the Temple's lower halls. Quiet, he thought, ignoring the dim booms and rumblings coming from farther away. It didn't seem that the battle had come here yet, not to this particular hall. Doubt it'll last. A particularly loud explosion sounded above, shaking dust from the ceiling and making the lights flicker out for a moment.
Knowing he couldn't stay from the fighting for long, Locke found a flight of stone steps and navigated it, moving on silent feet as he kept his ears and eyes open and his mind open to the Force's direction.
After a little bit of walking, he could feel the flood of presences that filled and surrounded the Temple grow nearer to him. Two in particular stood out, not too far from where he was. One was light, the other dark. A Jedi and a Sith, and fighting, no doubt.
For a moment Locke stood, breath misting before his face as he contemplated. Another fight could prove messy, especially if he actually got tied down in one, and Jazen was still somewhere in the Temple. As the boy's master it should've been his first priority to find him and see him safely through this.
But as a Jedi, even for all his off-color ways, he still had an obligation to help his brothers and sisters. Especially against the Sith.
So with a few muttered complaints he turned and jogged over to find the two presences, making sure he kept a tight hold on his presence.
As he approached the two figures who were dueling in the snow, he slowed and stepped to the side to keep himself in shadow. Keeping his breathing quiet and his motions small and subtle, he moved forward with his back pressed against a nearby wall to shield himself from the vision of either one of them. Now that he was closer, he recognized the Jedi: Xierra. She was a Falleen, and he'd met her once before. He'd only seen a brief glimpse of the Sith, but he didn't stand out to memory.
Alright, Locke, here we go. Get in, help end the fight, get out. Don't have time to waste.
He took a breath to steel his nerves and peeked around the corner. He was at an angle to the two of them--neither directly behind or in front of either, but off to the side. The Sith was running at Xierra, and Xierra was running at the Sith. Both leapt into the air.
Locke fought the urge to roll his eyes and yell something snarky at them. But he wouldn't complain; the Sith, in the air as he was with his attention elsewhere, had presented a marvelous opportunity. Locke took it.
He spun swiftly around the corner, with his hand reaching out toward the Sith as he reached the apex of his jump. The damper on his presence dropped and the Force roared out as he extended his will to try to pluck the Sith warrior from the ground and hurl him bodily off at a nearby wall. Hard.
Regardless of the result, Locke decided to make his presence known more formally. "Y'know, I know you lot are all out for the thrill of trying to conquer the Galaxy," he said, orange blade flaring to life as he sauntered out into the area where they'd been fighting. "But I don't suppose you could've chosen somewhere, I don't know, nice, could you?" He snorted derisively and spat into the snow. Didn't help that apart from the Temple, Rhen Var was a largely useless world. "Then again, never heard anything about having to be smart to be a Sith."
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Aug 22, 2011 21:24:47 GMT -5
Post by Cirith An'Gol on Aug 22, 2011 21:24:47 GMT -5
Time slowed considerably for Xerron as he flew through the air at his enemy, the Force suddenly blared in his head as his Danger Sense ability went off, then someone else entered the fray boosting their force presence as they came forward.
The human saw them only briefly before his vision fell upon the Falleen's weapon rising rapidly toward him. In a move that was more force guided instinct and reflex than actual thought, Xerron ducked and used the lightsaber that he held normally to block her decapitating attack and forced it away from him, the move caused him to spin in the air slowly, then he reached out to the Force and shot a bolt of lightning at her again, hoping to catch her off guard.
As he completed his spin and began falling back toward the ground, he was suddenly gripped by the Force and slammed against the temple wall. He hit back first, the air rushed from his lungs and his head bounced off the stone temple before he fell face first into the snowy ground below, his lightsabers falling to either side of him as he released his hold on them reflexively.
He grunted in pain and wheezed as he tried to force air back into his body but, forced himself to stand, he wavered for a moment and stumbled forward a step. He rubbed the back of his head lightly, he could already feel a rather large bump forming, he looked at his hand briefly and spotted some blood on his dark glove. That was bad. Thankfully he'd learned a healing technique from his Uncle but, he couldn't go into it now, not with the Jedi around, and he wasn't skilled enough in it that he could fight them and heal himself.
That meant he needed to get away from them and hide in order to concentrate on healing. He shook the dizziness off and looked to his two opponents, his new attacker was closer than the Fallen now, that meant he, or she, was top priority. He stretched out with the force and located his new attacker. He gathered up his lightsabers with a telekinetic pull and snapped them back on, this time flipping them both backwards. He was going to deal with them quickly and move on. Time was of the essence now that first blood had been drawn.
"Nice move coward, I hope you have more" he said as he drew nearer the source of the Force signature, he allowed his anger to build and provide him with an emotional wall and started drawing heavily on the Dark Side of the Force, this fight had already lasted much longer than expected and now this interruption. If he wasn't careful, he could end up dead from simple exhaustion.
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Aug 30, 2011 18:42:41 GMT -5
Post by Mara on Aug 30, 2011 18:42:41 GMT -5
(((I hope this is sufficient for now... I didn't want to move Xierra too far ahead without knowing what Locke would do next...)))
Having just regained her feet, she felt a nudge from the Force. Without wasting any energy to think about why, she leapt away from her position. All she had gotten was a sense that it would be beneficial for her to not be standing where she was. With the force of the move, she stumbled and went down to her knees, just moments before the Sith, instead of coming down to attack her, flew into the wall of the Temple, dozens of meters behind her. Her first thought was disappointment that she hadn’t decapitated him. That was soon replaced by confusion until she had recovered enough and was able to feel another presence in the Force—a light presence. She stood up and saw a face she recognized standing nearby. Xierra smiled at him briefly and sent him some thanks through the Force.
With the Jedi Locke Nemsee speaking to the Sith, who was recovering still from the Force shove, and keeping the enemy occupied momentarily, Xierra used those few moments to catch her breath. She hadn’t really had a chance to do so since the fight had begun. The Falleen hadn’t realized how exhausted she was until she was standing there, breathing heavily, watching Locke and the Sith. Xierra drew on the Force to strengthen her again so she’d be ready for another attack against the enemy. The bitter cold wind whipped around her cloak and hair, stinging her face, and sharpening her mind and focus. She reignited her blade, having distinguished it during her escape from having the Sith shoved into her, and started towards the other two.
Some of her confidence was returning now, and she knew it wasn’t just because she had had a chance to gather her wits again. The unexpected arrival of the other Jedi would be a boon, and now perhaps the fight would be equal, two lightsabers against two lightsabers. She didn’t bother thinking of the timeliness that Locke found himself here; Xierra was just glad of it. All her focus had to be on doing her best to defeat the Sith. Even though obviously injured from the setback, he would still be a fierce opponent. But if she worked together with Locke now, there was a better chance that they light side would succeed in this battle.
Coming in closer, she opened herself fully to the Force, preparing for any attack or counterattack, letting Locke know that she was ready for any plan he might have. It wouldn’t do for them to just attack the Sith separately; they had to merge and attack as one being almost. As her awareness flowed outward, she also felt something new coming from the Sith. It felt like desperation. She was sure Locke must feel it as well. Xierra allowed a small smile across her reptilian features. In addition to splitting his focus between two enemies, the Sith’s need to end this quickly might add to his recklessness. And recklessness could add to more openings to defeat him. But if could also make him more dangerous until they were able to do so.
At the moment the Sith was focused on Locke, allowing Xierra to stand by the side, and wait for an opening to distract the enemy. She felt the dark side strengthen around the Sith and reflexively pulled deeper into the light. The dark red blades flared to life, a stark contrast to her own pale green and Locke’s orange. The Falleen sent the human Jedi a short nudge with the Force, letting him know that she would back him up, whatever he decided to do. While working together was the best way, a simultaneous attack would be less effective than if they divided his attention, keeping a couple seconds in between Locke’s and hers. The Sith would be focused, hopefully, on Locke, and Xierra could strike from another angle. She settled onto the balls of her feet, prepared to aid in whichever way she could, her lightsaber lifted in a defensive stance.
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