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PostSubject: Zavara's Archives   Mon 22 Dec - 9:41

In my years as a servant to the empire I have seen the rise and fall of dynasties, the birth and death of heroes and have experienced the making of legends. In the halls of Korriban I walked along side these figures. In lost tombs, I discovered ancient treasures and in the temple of Dromund Kaas alone I have conversed with ancient Masters and accumulated their knowledge that everone had forgotten. I am the vigilant watcher waiting, observing, guarding the very knowlegde I collected. Many seek to take what I know, but none have succeeded. I have lost my sense of time, it doesn't matter to me anymore, you could say I exist outside of it. I discovered that secret so long ago I can't even remember when exactly. If I tried I am sure I could find it again, but why bother to if there are so many other things to learn. Nowadays I am always seeing, past, present, future, I don't care, so many things to experience, a never ending cycle. So many paths never to be taken, all what was, could or will be. There is always more to see, more to learn, more to collect. I know I'm being observed myself. I know of them as they know of me, I don't threaten their existence and they don't threaten mine. They know of my goal as I know of theirs. Some things should be forgotten some say, some things never should be revealed. I never understood that, but it doesn't matter to me. I remember my own beginnings, my own legend in the making. Most have forgotten of my existence, others consider me myth, just something to tell your children but I don't care really. I am Lady Zavara, the keeper of knowledge, the forgotten Darth and this is my story.
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PostSubject: Re: Zavara's Archives   Wed 24 Dec - 3:59

Dromund Kaas, Force Training facility, 8 years old

They cornered me again, like they always do. They can't stand that a low life like me, a Miraluka, is better than them, purebloods and humans. If I react, I get punished because I'm harming my supposed betters, but their verbal abuse doesn't work so they move to physical. I'm alone, always have and probably will be, who would help someone like me, if you can't protect yourself you are not worthy of being alive, regardless of how many oppose you at the same time, you should be strong enough to stand up for yourself. At least that's what they say. I don't remember how I ended up here. But I won't take it anymore, if they want a reaction I will give them one.

Dromund Kaas, Force Training facility, 8 years old

Our teachers were acting abnormal, I wouldn't know why, they tried to hide it but I could sense it, they usually avoid me for that, I can see through almost anything, I see how corrupted they are, if what they're doing is what they really want for themselve or just another order. I have to say I am disappointed, most are just mindless, spineless fools that failed outside and were placed here as the failures they are. Trying to now rule over us, trainees, to make up for their lack of skills to have a release for their inability to achieve anything worth mentioning. But that's not the point, I felt something strange, I felt someone enter with pure control. Not the usual chaotic outlet of corrupted force energy but someone who radiates it constantly, someone completely aware of their power. I would guess that's why our supervisors are tensing, someone of importance is present today.

I've felt her, during our force training, or that's what they call it, seeing them try to levitate rocks and getting punished for doing less then a low life alien like me. I've surpassed them so much already, they stumble on doing in what I did months ago. I just shake my head at seeing them failing on this simple task, to  mock them I'm adding another stone, that's 6 now, cosntantly orbiting around me. The teachers notice but they can't punish me for doing well so they take it out on my own tormentors. They all know they will get me back later. I just look emotionless around me. Some are making progress. But there is one that has always kept up with me. We don't talk to each other. It would be social suicide, at least for now, to be seen with me. Her aura is strange, gray... I can count on my own hand and have fingers left of the amount of people that don't have a black or red colored aura. I admire her potential, I suppose you can say I'm cheating with being what I am but if she can keep up with me, why can't the others? The only explanation is that they are too weak. That they will accomplish nothing in their lives. Just because I can I levitate another 2 rocks, it takes more of my concentration but seeing the others reactions just makes me smirk. I feel the jalousy, I can almost see the cogs turing to humiliate me, to strike back. I feel the one behind me lifting one of his rocks, throwing it, not with the force but with his hand, at my back. A cowardly move but he believes that it's justified because his pride was damaged. I stop it right before it would have hit me in the back of my head, I can just feel his surprise, but I don't leave it there. I retaliate. I focus my attention back to the now 9 rocks and shoot just one of them at him, the same one he threw at me, regardless of the consequences. I hear a cry of pain and stand up and walk over to him, ignoring the shouting of the attendent. He's fallen over, holding his hands over his eye. I see the bleeding, he'll probably be blinded in that one. But I don't care. I feel a flare of energy and look up. There standing in the viewing room is the one I sensed earlier. Looking down straight at me, having payed attention to what I just did, I feel something entering me, try to get a grasp of me but I loose focus thanks the the slap I receive, it was so strong I fell on my side, my cheek burns but I don't make a sound, the other students just stare, some in hate, others without showing anything and a few even with concern. I make a note to myself to remember them. The attendant that gave me the slap pickes me up by my neck and slams me against the wall, he starts shouting at me and tightens his hold on me. I gasp for air and I feel scared again for the first time in years. I feel something dripping from the back of my head, it's warm. It's the blood of the head wound I suffered from being smashed to the wall. I feel that flare again and in a second our roles are reversed, it is now him that's being lifted up in the air but there is no hand holding him up. Yet he grasps towards his neck now. Now he's being choked but it's not because of my doing. I look up and see her there. Her power released now, it's mesmorizing, intoxicating even, her control is something I've not encountered before. I hear a crack and the man drops, lifeless to the ground. Everyone watched in silence the other attendents who moved in just stopped. She takes my arm and lifts me up. I feel her looking me over. She moves a hand on my shoulder and takes a firm grip on it, leading me towards exit. Everyone just watches and I myself am still a mess from my own near death encounter. She escorts me towards the clinic stationed in the faciltiy. She just looks at me again when we reach the entrance. I can feel her judging me, looking me over again and I see her lingering on my blindfold. The only notable difference between my race, the very light blue color of my skin almost unoticeable. "We'll meet again." She told me and left, I didn't realise it but it was here that I first met my future Master.
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PostSubject: Re: Zavara's Archives   Thu 25 Dec - 10:11

Dromund Kaas, Force Training Facility, 8 years old, 1 day after the incident

The lady at the infermary is a strange one, she seems to love her job, but she acts like she hates it, hery aura is also gray, one of the few on this hole facility. Most can’t notice it, or don’t even care really. She acts all harsh and mean but she checks on me every half hour or so, making sure the wound is healing properly. It’s nice for a change. The feeling of the wound closing is unique, if I dare say it nice. This is the first time I am experiencing this, I never sustained wounds other than bruises that needed such treatment. And although it feels nice I would rather avoid returning here. As a patient that is… why not learn something when you get the chance. But now is not the time, later perhaps, yes that would be better.
She released me, an attendent came to escort me back to my classes, obviously an other one then before, they probably burned his corpse already, he won’t be missed of that I am sure. Instead of the usual approach of just grabbing me and half dragging me around like what they normally do he just opens the door and holds out his hand. I don’t know why he’s doing that so I just lift an eyebrow, I want to know where this is going to. He looks to my healer for support but she just snorts and goes back to her work. He motions with his head again and I give in, still amused by his antics. We move silently without saying a word. I’m just looking around, trainees normally don’t come here. We continue and after about 5 minutes we reached our location, they other children are practising their lightsaber katas, but upon seeing me enter the room they all stop, one by one, they start looking at me. The teacher starts shouting tot hem to get back to work, they do so immediatly, he moves towards me no wand looks me over, he scowls but he doesn’t say anything, reluctingly he hands me a training lightsaber and mumbles to me to get back to work. I join the others like nothing happened and much to my amusement the one I hid in the eye has an eyepatch now, he apparently didn’t seserve treatment. I catch the fleeing glances of the others and I see my rival, the one that keeps up with me everytime, smirking at me. This just got interesting…
It took me until the evening before I found out the reason why everyone was treating me differently now. I paled upon finding out that the one that saved me, the one that rescued me and escorted me to the infermary, was none other than Darth Nox herself…
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PostSubject: Re: Zavara's Archives   Sat 3 Jan - 3:06

History, in the beginning, was my least favorite subject when I was still so young. The rise and fall of all those lords and ladies and their failures. We learned why they fell and what they did wrong compared to our emperor. But most of the time it was more of a strategy class. How to command forces, which tactics the empire used to  successfully crush the Republic. One of the more interesting ones I discovered this way was Battle Meditation. The idea alone that a single person was able to create illusions that had actual physical manifestations that were able to inflict damage to opponents baffled me at first. The other part was the complete take-over of the minds of everyone on the battlefield. The “Jedi” form of battle meditation was subtle influence while the “sith” one was total domination of the mind. While they made it sound that our version was the most efficient one I had to disagree, I kept this to myself at the time, but when one does not trust the decisions of his subordinates it only creates resentment which leads to anger which then leads to betrayal. It happened before and it will happen again. I thought the “Jedi” way would be the better approach, misleading and manipulating the minds of the officers that the ideas and strategies were of their own thinking while only taking control in crucial situations. Come to think of it, I can see why Battle Mediation is both frowned upon and praised. It sounded so fascinating to me at the time. Don’t get me wrong it still is, but the Galaxy had so much more to offer.  I had no idea what it had in store for me.
As I was saying, history was something I didn’t enjoy. Often I fell asleep or my mind wandered of or I tried to expand my reach with the force. Seeing as I didn’t have those things called eyes like the rest of them, made me more often than not succeed in spending my time elsewhere. But during a class where we were reviewing the “Sacking of Coruscant” . I had a strange experience, at the time I didn’t know what it was but it was my first vision.

“Darth Malgus and some Twi’lek traveled to the Jedi Temple on foot, approaching the ancient edifice via the Processional Way. As they neared the Temple's main entrance, the two were surrounded by Republic soldiers who had been assigned to guard the building while most Jedi were away either fighting the Sith or participating in the peace talks. Malgus quickly dispatched all of the security personnel in his path and continued into the Temple itself. Meanwhile,  a bounty hunter infiltrated the Temple through an exposed hatch in order to join the Sith in their fight within. The Mandalorian continued to battle Republic security forces in the Temple's upper levels, while throngs of curious Jedi confronted Malgus and the Twi’lek below. Padawans gathered on the upper floors to see the Sith as he was confronted by a cadre of six Jedi Knights led by one Master. As the Master and the Knights approached Malgus to bar him from penetrating any further into the Temple, the Sith Warriors within the Republic drop ship piloted the vessel directly into the large doorway shielding the main entrance.”

I “woke up” with a jolt and nearly fell of my chair. Instead of just recounting what happened it seemed as if I had experienced Lord Malgus’ actions right before the main force hit the planet, the beginning of the destruction of the Jedi Temple of Coruscant. The attendant of the class thought I had fallen asleep, again, and I let him be with that assumption, my mind trying to make sense of what had happened. Was it just a dream or a vision? I didn’t know at the time, considering that visions through the force were only granted to Force Masters or through vast concentrations of the force at the location. The only one I ever told it to was my rival turned friend and the nurse, which I had started taking lessons from in healing in my spare time. Not knowing the consequences the latter would provoke.
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PostSubject: Re: Zavara's Archives   Thu 8 Jan - 6:31

In all these years that I have been wandering around the Galaxy, I have suffered my share of betrayals. Power hungry fools that tried to use me to increase their own standing. Cowards that stabbed me in the back, believing me to be a threat to their schemes . “Acquaintances” that left me for death when I was wounded. Even my subordinates in the Sphere of Knowledge working against me to take over my post. But none hit closer to my heart than the first one.

Dromund Kaas, Force Training Facility, 9 years old

I’m looking to the room that has become my cell. There is not much to look at. You could call it an improvement from our normal sleeping quarters… I guess… A sigh escapes me. At least in here I am not constantly stared at or avoided by everyone, except by my only friend in this cursed place. In here I’m alone to my own devices, no-one to bother me. It’s boring I conclude when I lay my head on the pillow that was thrown at me. Fitting that even prisoners have better sleeping conditions than we have. Although you couldn’t really take a precedent out of my case. It’s not like I murdered someone or intentionally harmed someone in this place… No I would more likely get a reward out of doing one of those things. Well maybe if I was of a different race. But that’s just wishful thinking. Another sigh.

I don’t understand where it all went wrong. I know that if I ever want to see those outside walls again that I have to follow the rules, that incident of a year ago has given me some leeway but I shouldn’t be doing anything outrageous either. In the year that has passed nothing much has changed, other than finally gaining a somewhat friendly relationship with my rival they leave me alone now. Just sneers, glares and contempt you can almost taste when I’m near them. My force powers have only exponentially grown since then. No, the only thing that has changed is the frequency those episodes take place. I don’t understand what’s happening, even in my sleep I dream of people I have never seen before. Witnessing some conversation or battle I can’t make head nor tails from. Sometimes I can get the gist of it or recognize someone but it’s still mostly a puzzle to me. It’s getting rather difficult to conceal as of late, spacing of in the middle of a lightsaber class is not something that is tolerated and I can’t tell them what is happening because they would declare me mentally unstable. I confided eventually to first my friend and the nurse I was taking lessons from. My friend gave me a bit of a support, even went so far as to cover for me if she caught me before someone else but I had to seek help somehow, this was my mistake, I gave in because the punishment the attendants came up with was just plain cruel. If I ever find out which sick bastard thought it would be entertaining to put a force collar around a Miraluka he will be sorry. Seeing that physical punishments are avoided thanks to the death of the last one that tried it. This one is considered more “appropriate”. The feeling of loss and despair that goes through me when they put that thing on me is something I can’t describe. If you are as connected to me with the force, so ingrained with it that even some of your primary senses are permanently linked to it. It’s like your body going into shock or… No, don’t think about it. I have lost count of the amount of hours that I’ve spend in a cell like this, shivering in a corner. Usually the first sight that would hid me were the boots of the grinning attendant that put the collar on me in the first place. Followed by his arm pulling me back up to my feet and a shove to my back to get moving. I will kill him someday. I swore that one day I would come back and wipe that grin of his face. After one of these session I finally confided about my “episodes” to the nurse. I was a wreck having spent a hole day cut off from the force had taken its toll on me. I never noticed the weird glint in her eyes when I told her when she asked to describe what I was experiencing…

It’s been a week since I told her and here I am enclosed in a different cell now. At least in here there is a bed and the aforementioned pillow. How I got escorted here was another interesting event. I was sleeping at the time and the forceful awakening of hands trying to grab me caused me to release a force wave that blasted what I later realized were 2 unfamiliar imperial guards against the wall which of course led to the awakening of all the other trainees that slept in the same room. I took a defensive stand and started producing Force Lightning in both of my hands, it was nowhere on the level like a real Sith could produce but that wasn’t going to stop me from trying. I felt the sharp pain of what was later told me to be the the butt of a blaster rifle connecting to the back of my head. I swear I could hear a distant “NO! Don’t!” before blissful blackness claimed me.
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PostSubject: Re: Zavara's Archives   Wed 21 Jan - 9:58

Like I was saying, I woke up with one hell of a head-ache, applying the little knowledge I had gotten from my lessons, I managed to lessen the amount of pain I felt. I was a bit disorientated but recognized the walls soon enough. It’s been a week now and apart from getting food and water nothing else has happened… Untill now. I felt someone approaching my cell someone’s whose signature I didn’t recognize.

The door opened allowing the light of the hall fill in the cell. I didn’t really matter, I “saw” perfectly fine without it. My eyesbrows rose up when recognizing the uniform he was wearing of someone belonging from the Sith Academy on Korriban.

”What am I looking at?” I frowned. But didn’t answer. I got a dose of lightning for that. I hold in my screams, it wasn’t anything new.

”Answer me! What am I looking at? If I ask you a question, I demand an answer slime! He asked me again.

”A student from the 6th training facility on Dromund Kaas, sir?” I responded carefully.

I received another blast of lightning, colliding my back with the wall. ”Was that a question or an answer? It doesn’t matter! Your wrong! I’m looking at filth. Alien scum that is wasting time and taking the place that belongs to someone better. You’re a weak, pathetic little creature that just should die like it’s supposed too. As if you would have that gift. When surrounded by so many beings your better!” He spat out.

I grit my teeth in anger. ”Great another one of those Xenophobes, just my luck. What was this lunatic talking about, what gift?”

”I’m just going to end this, you’re not worth my time.” He told me, gathering the energy for a final, fatal attack.

I don’t know what triggered me, but that last comment ignited my rage like fireworks. Gathering an amount of power that I had never knew I had before, I felt euphoric. Before focusing it to follow what I wanted of it. To cause as much physical pain back to this Human standing before me.”Enough!” I yelled at him. Flinging my arms forwards. I should have returned the favor and send back lightning to him. The truth was I was only 9 years old and only knew the basics. What I could do however was this. I ripped the bed I was laying next to from its bolts that secured it to the wall and blasted it at him. The bed collided fully with his body but it didn’t stop there. It continued, taking him with it, untill it met the door of the cell on the other side of the hall. Too bad it didn’t crush him. It wasn’t that powerfull… yet.

Immediately 2 guards appeared from both sides of the now cleared entree. Entering and grabbing me by both of my shoulders. A second after that the door was again blasted my way but failed to fit through the entrance again. They dragged me out and I just felt the anger radiating from him.

I couldn’t help it. I smirked. ”Whose weak now?” I didn’t care that it was basically a death sentence but I couldn’t resist it.

”Why you little! I will…” He all but spat at me.

”Lord Harkun!  If what the nurse was said is true. Then you will be in more trouble than she is at the moment! I told you to remove her from the cell and escort her back to Korriban with me. Not murder what may be an asset to the Empire! If this is what you do when you do unsupervised I will definitely report this to your superior if you don’t move your ass the the ship NOW!” My unknown savior yelled at him, I had a smug look on my face, but what she said next took that away.

“You’re lucky I decided to come here instead of being picked up at the Sphere. Well that depends on what that nurse told us about you is true. If not well, your life will be forfeit. If it is then that opens other possiblilties. Oh don’t look that way, you thought she was your friend? That getting lessons and a bit of free time was a relationship between you and her? Think again, she used you, like a sith should. She reported that little gift of yours and now she is reaping the rewards of it. If she lied well. We all know what her faith will be then. But you should worry more about your life for now.”  She smiled creepily at me. My emotions were like an open book to her. I felt sadness, anger, grief and pain. At least my other friend didn’t betray me.

”Sith do not form friendships or anything else with each other except alliances, until they cease to be useful and betrayal follows. The faster you learn that the easier the next few years of your life are going to to be. If you have them that is.” With that said she turned and walked off. The guards pushing me forward until  I shrugged them off and started following her myself. Still having no idea what this all was about or why I was going to Korriban.
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PostSubject: Re: Zavara's Archives   Fri 23 Jan - 4:17

Evil and proud, powerful like Starkiller in his age I could say, if not more. Written from first perspective as a diary should. But feels unfinished, I expect adventures in tombs to search for knowledge and dark sith secrets.
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PostSubject: Re: Zavara's Archives   Fri 23 Jan - 12:21

I had no choice but to accept what had happened and move on. Not following her was out of the question, even without the armed escort I had the pleasure of enjoying at the moment. If she was that bastard’s superior I should keep her as close as possible. I still don’t have a clue what they are talking about, or why they need me on Korriban of all places. Our training was far from over. The earliest a Trainee could become an Acolyte was around the age of 12. There were exceptions to that rule if the person in question was hand-picked as an apprentice of a Lord or Lady but those were few and far between. Usually it took until we were around the age of 16 before we had our trials on Korriban. More like elimination, you had to prove yourself and hope to get chosen. Be it apprentice, acolyte or lackey of a sith. Usually if you a had proven yourself worthy, a sith would apply to become your apprentice. Deals and agreements were supervised by one of our teachers from the academy but dealt with by Korriban’s own administration. If a potential student attracted the attention of more than one sith, then the sith with the most power received him or her as their apprentice.

I couldn’t help but notice that we we’re moving towards the exit of the facility. “What about my personal belongings?”

She didn’t even turn around. “They have been confiscated and destroyed.”

I stopped. The 2 guards bumping into me. “They what?!?”

The guards started pushing me forward again but she stopped and turned around to address me. “Yes, everything you ‘owned’ had been confiscated after you were placed in that cell and has undergone thorough examination and after estimating its value been dealt with accordingly. You had nothing worth taking with you, the only thing you will be taking with you from this place is the clothes that you’re wearing. Except of course this.” She told me, taking out an innocent black notebook.

I recognized it immediately. It had been mine for 2 years. I wrote every observation I made with the force in that little book. Every trick, hint, reminder I had found out, I wrote in it. It also included all of those weird dreams with their dates written next to them. It was my own personal journal.  I clenched my teeth and hissed out. “Give that back!”

She laughed. “Oh, are we getting upset? How tragic, the sob story of a child fighting against the discrimination it receives until eventually it starts fighting for itself. I enjoyed reading this, how you hated everyone around you. That you felt you didn’t deserve what they were doing to you. It took you a while but…” I interrupted her. “I didn’t deserve what they we’re doing!” I screamed in rage but she just continued. “you finally decided to retaliate, you made their hate justified by being better than them, and that’s all that counts. You decided you had to be better than them because there had to be a reason why they hated you, why they treated you like that. You were wrong at the time, but you proved otherwise.” She threw it at me so suddenly I didn’t even have the time to blink but it stopped it’s path and floated in front of me, my powers having stopped it’s trajectory. “You see, if I had done that to anyone else in this facility, that book would have collided with their face.” I coudln't help but have a brief smile on hearing that. “You can have it back, I have it memorized by heart anyway. But you better keep that safe, because if anything happens to it before I ask it back, and I will do so, back on Korriban. It will be your head that will be rolling. Gift or no gift.”

I took the book and hugged it close to my body. Attempting to contain my emotions from doing something I would regret. “Yes, my lord.” She started walking again.

“Oh and another thing. Your friend has been notified. I hope you said your goodbyes. You won’t see her for a long time. If ever again.” She gleefully told me. There was only one thing going through me.

“I am alone again…”
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PostSubject: Re: Zavara's Archives   Fri 30 Jan - 10:44

It’s been a few years since that faithful day. The day I left Dromund Kaas and everything it stood for behind me. A lot has happened in those years. The amount of distain Lord Harkun holds towards me has never been better. Like I care what he thinks of me. The gift that brought  me only trouble has become my most valuable asset. My dreams and episodes turned out to be Force visions. That had of course consequences. Because of them I turned into a social pariah. Many were jealous and shunned me others sought to use me. I quickly put an end to that. I was the youngest at the time but that hardly mattered. In the first few months I received training with other older and more experienced students. But they quickly turned into private sessions.

My teachers soon decided that lightsaber training would be a waste of my time and that I had to focus on improving my ways with the force. I didn’t have the right physique and while I could hold my own for a while I would quickly be overpowered by a stronger opponent. In force combat however, I ruled supreme. I enjoyed it immensely, learning new ways of using my powers both light and dark. I still feel the euphoric feeling I experienced when I casted my first real Force Lightning. Unfortunately it was not all fun. The words my savior had told me back on Dromund Kaas rang through. Sith don’t make friends. Well… That’s not completely true, but I wisely didn’t comment on it. My rival’s fate was unknown to me but I did discover that feelings for someone only turn into a weakness overtime. Long story short, I had an almost mother/daughter relation with one of my trainers, we got caught in one of the more intimate moments and I sacrificed myself to give her the time to escape. I knew they wouldn’t kill me but we both knew that she had no such protections. They locked me up for a week and assigned guards for 2 months before they concluded I was not going to run either. That and the stupid tracker bracelet.

It turned out fine I guess, it was only a small inconvenience I had to pay for the help and support she gave me. Her last words I will never forget. “You’re not alone. You are not just a tool to be used. You have your own will and to get what you want you’ll have to fight for it. Remember that.” I never saw her again, but I swore one day I would find her again and thank her for what she did.

The last thing worth mentioning was my initiation to apprenticeship. Right before my new Master was to be announced a set of guards were send to escort me outside. I was led towards the Dark Council’s chambers. I can tell you I never felt more frightened then when I entered that room. I barely walked 2 meters before I already was down on one knee. Bowing to the multiple Darths that were present. It was quiet for only a few seconds but they may as well have been hours, before an old familiar voice broke it. “I told you we would meet again.”
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