Conversation with #ussatlantis at 4/27/2011 10:01:11 PM on VAdmBlackthorne@opus.il.us.darkmyst.org (irc)
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(10:01:11 PM) ChanServ has changed the topic to: Tonight, Atlantis arrives to commence her primary mission. Our orders are to survey the Yenrai system, both for potential pirate activity and viable sites for a Starfleet base. The Sharks have been ordered on standby. Alert condition green...for now!
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(10:01:43 PM) ColDougMcKnight [Mibbit@dm-27274.hsd1.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(10:01:49 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Evening.
(10:01:51 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(10:02:26 PM) ColDougMcKnight: I see you and Liz have a log up! Perhaps I'll have time to read it before everyone else gets here.
(10:02:33 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Yeah!
(10:02:57 PM) LtKuari [firstname.lastname@example.org] entered the room.
(10:03:00 PM) CdrTKirr [email@example.com] entered the room.
(10:03:05 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Rachel, sadly, is otherwise detained with the last of her finals stuff. After that though, she's free of all that crap.
(10:03:23 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: How long will she need?
(10:05:30 PM) LtKuari: Oh good for her!
(10:07:21 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Well, the problem is it's not a test or a paper. It's a directing class. I was there for her segment (Ten minute plays.), but after everyone goes, there's a two hour dinner/discussion where the teacher goes over how it all went.
(10:07:32 PM) ColDougMcKnight: So...longer than would allow her to be here tonight.
(10:07:42 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Oh.
(10:08:48 PM) CdrTKirr: Okay.
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(10:10:17 PM) LtKuari: 0.o
(10:12:00 PM) ColDougMcKnight: So how long would you like to wait for Carre?
(10:12:09 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Lemme text her
(10:12:14 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Kay.
(10:12:16 PM) CdrHarper [Mibbit@dm-12938.dr03.blfd.wv.frontiernet.net] entered the room.
(10:12:50 PM) DrRoxanneCarre [Mibbit@dm-22026.tukw.qwest.net] entered the room.
(10:13:07 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Sorry I'm late
(10:13:26 PM) CdrTKirr: Welcome
(10:13:40 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: GImme a sec, I'm having trouble getting Harper in the room
(10:13:48 PM) CdrTKirr: She's here though.
(10:14:52 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Yeah, mibbit wasn't loading fully
(10:14:56 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Now she's good.
(10:15:09 PM) CdrTKirr: :: TWEEET :: Attention!
(10:15:23 PM) CdrHarper: :: AA ::
(10:15:30 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: aa ::
(10:16:50 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (Last week, I was assured I was excused from attention while I was still running things. :) )
(10:17:03 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (Er...week before last, I mean.)
(10:17:06 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (that's true!)
(10:17:38 PM) CdrTKirr: (Well crap, Harper should be tweeting then)
(10:17:44 PM) CdrHarper: :toot:
(10:17:54 PM) LtKuari: :: gargoyle ::
(10:18:01 PM) ColDougMcKnight has changed the topic to: As we pick up tonight, the Sharks are being recalled as Atlantis herself moves alongside the alien craft. Everyone else is busy deciding if this qualifies as crisis management time. And hell, maybe even managing it.
(10:18:55 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (Okay, I should warn you I'm exhausted, but I'll do my damnedest not to let it slow me down too much. Am I forgetting anything before we start?)
(10:19:08 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Negative!)
(10:19:13 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Take questions)
(10:19:14 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (Sweet.)
(10:19:30 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Oh, right. Questions?
(10:20:00 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
(10:20:17 PM) CdrHarper: Nothing here.
(10:20:33 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Okay!
(10:20:40 PM) ColDougMcKnight: BEGIN SIM
(10:20:42 PM) ColDougMcKnight: BEGIN SIM
(10:20:45 PM) ColDougMcKnight: BEGIN SIM
(10:21:36 PM) CdrHarper: :: at the helm as Atlantis swoops into the scene ::
(10:22:32 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Frowns at his console display next to the command chair as Atlantis matches the increasingly not so derelict derelict ship's course and speed. The transmitter continues to broadcast. :: Okay, get me confirmation. None of this will get past our jamming, right?
(10:23:33 PM) CdrHarper: :: fingers dance over the console :: Not that I can detect.
(10:24:01 PM) CdrTKirr: EnsLogan> :: at Science, keeping an eye on the technical aspect of the approach ::
(10:25:05 PM) LtJGQuinn [Mibbit@dm-27274.hsd1.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(10:25:51 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Goes silent for a moment, silently considering and visibly not seeming to like his conclusions. After a moment, he decides to share them anyway. ::
(10:26:08 PM) CdrTKirr: EnsLogan> I concur. We seem to be jamming well enough.
(10:26:45 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: In sickbay, tallying up the weekly winners for the betting pool ::
(10:26:46 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Okay...everyone. That's a sublight ship. It's the layman's opinion, but I'm not getting the sense from these readings that the people who launched it have the technology to build any other kind.
(10:27:13 PM) LtKuari: (Fair to assume I'd be selected as part of a landing party?)
(10:27:48 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (Sure, McKnight will pick her out when he assembles a team.)
(10:27:56 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (I mean, IF he assembles a team.)
(10:27:59 PM) CdrTKirr: EnsLogan> :: looks up, watching McKnight as he follows his thoughts ::
(10:28:08 PM) LtKuari: (Naturally.)
(10:28:09 PM) CdrHarper: :: nods ::
(10:29:44 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Unless I'm missing something, that means that this is, by definition if not the usual application of the rule, a potential Prime Directive problem.
(10:30:17 PM) LtKuari: EnsLogan> :: lowers his eyes thoughtfully to his console ::
(10:30:21 PM) CdrHarper: :: hadn't considered that :: Yes, it could be.
(10:33:02 PM) ColDougMcKnight: :: Stands and begins to pace a bit to help him think, in the finest naval tradition that he's been reading up on since he took this job. :: Okay, well then we need to work on getting a little more sure. Harper, see if you can backtrack the ship's current path. Maybe our nav computers can follow that back to the point of origin.
(10:33:30 PM) CdrHarper: :: nods :: Aye captain. :: starts checking the trail ::
(10:36:55 PM) ColDougMcKnight: :: Looks over to science. :: And Mr. Logan, in the likely event that the answer won't help us, we need to look into ways of trying to fix this on our end. That ship is obviously guided by some sort of onboard computer system. Let me know if we can establish a remote link.
(10:37:39 PM) CdrTKirr: :: squints in thought a moment as the prospect and nods, as if deciding on a course of action, and gets to work ::
(10:39:21 PM) CdrTKirr: (EnsLogan)
(10:39:25 PM) CdrHarper: This is going to be quite a long trail.
(10:40:23 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ( Oh, slight point of interest if anyone cares. Normally, Atlantis marines just wear black fatigues. But I figure there IS a marine version of the Starfleet duty uniform. It just has a green color theme. While he's filling in for the Admiral, that's what he's wearing.)
(10:40:49 PM) CdrHarper: (Oh, nice for the mental picture, thank you.)
(10:41:02 PM) CdrTKirr: (yes, good, thanks!)
(10:44:18 PM) CdrTKirr: EnsLogan> :: frowns as his console beeps its failure and taps in another sequence ::
(10:44:45 PM) CdrHarper: Mr. Logan, adjust the long range sensors to discriminate for ion particles a bit more closely.
(10:45:12 PM) CdrTKirr: EnsLogan> :: glances up only momentarily in his work :: Yes, sir.
(10:45:38 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (sorry I'm a bit distracted, packing for a trip)
(10:45:58 PM) CdrTKirr: (I will be in the morning heh)
(10:46:03 PM) CdrHarper: (Me too!)
(10:47:44 PM) CdrTKirr: EnsLogan> :: grimaces and shakes his head as he receives negative results again :: I've run several approaches but can't seem to get a link. Their gear is just too different, too primitive, or both.
(10:48:53 PM) LtKuari: :: in her quarters taking a break, giving herself a tongue bath ::
(10:49:17 PM) CdrHarper: This ship took a slingshot course around a star approximately twenty light years away.
(10:50:49 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Grimaces for...God, how many times has he even done that in the past 20 minutes? :: Dammit. Then we're going to have to go straight to the hardware. Harper, you have the bridge. You can take a break on the backtracking just long enough to let security to know to have my armor and a security team standing by.
(10:51:26 PM) CdrHarper: Yes capt- er, sir? Are you intending on leading an away team?
(10:52:13 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Not sure how you got that conclusion from what I just said, Commander. The armor's just impossibly stylish, don't you think?
(10:52:59 PM) CdrHarper: Just making sure. You realize that it is my responsibility to do that, yes?
(10:53:59 PM) CdrTKirr: (Ah but you make such a great captain yourself...)
(10:54:20 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Well, this is just awkward. I kinda thought the captain makes those sorts of calls. I could have sworn I heard that in passing somewhere...
(10:54:38 PM) CdrTKirr: EnsLogan> :: stays out of it ::
(10:54:46 PM) CdrHarper: You know the regulations, sir.
(10:55:30 PM) CdrTKirr: EnsLogan> :: finds his displays suddenly very interesting yet nothing worth mentioning ::
(10:56:40 PM) ColDougMcKnight: :: Clenches his jaw as he slowly digests this counter-argument. :: ...fine. YOU have the away team. But we'll have a chat about this when you get back.
(10:56:59 PM) CdrHarper: Yes sir.
(10:56:59 PM) ColDougMcKnight: :: What the rest of the bridge crew does NOT see is a quick wink McKnight shoots her as he returns to his seat. ::
(10:57:16 PM) CdrHarper: :: they also don't see her register the wink, and almost flash a grin ::
(10:57:32 PM) CdrTKirr: EnsLogan> :: flicks at an imaginary speck on his console's shiny surface ::
(10:57:53 PM) CdrHarper: Ensign Logan, you are qualified to man the helm console, if I recall, yes? Take the station.
(10:58:46 PM) CdrTKirr: EnsLogan> :: looks up at his name and nods, moving around and taking helm, content to oblige where Harper was not ::
(10:58:58 PM) CdrTKirr: EnsLogan> :: nods at Harper as they pass ::
(10:59:08 PM) ColDougMcKnight: :: Sends quick orders to both security and engineering to dispatch their chosen contributions to transporter room one. After a moment, he makes an addendum to the security order. ::
(10:59:11 PM) CdrTKirr: EnsLogan> :: in a sort of 'Good luck'::
(10:59:30 PM) CdrHarper: :: returns the nod and heads to the TL :: +Carre+ Dr Carre to TR1 for an away team.
(11:00:00 PM) ColDougMcKnight: +Security+ Oh, and Montrose? Make one of them Kuari. I've been away from it, but she's been wearing a damn hole in the carpet ever since we left Gencodia. I don't even know whose damn job it is to replace the carpet.
(11:00:16 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (Oh! And Carre! You should go too!)
(11:01:09 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: taps her comm :: Carre, on my way!
(11:03:04 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Montrose> +Kuari+ Lieutenant, this is security. Coffee break's over. Now back on your head!
(11:04:12 PM) CdrHarper: :: arrives in the TR and checks out a phaser and tricorder ::
(11:04:19 PM) LtKuari: :: straightens :: +Montrose+ Aye, sir! On my way!
(11:04:45 PM) LtKuari: :: darts straight away out of her quarters and heads towards Sec ::
(11:05:12 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> Oh, and Harper may want a coat as well. A breathable atmosphere has been detected, but likely only because the ship is airtight. Life support is functioning at minimal power. It's a bit nippy over there.
(11:05:42 PM) LtKuari: (Like how nippy?)
(11:05:44 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: gulps the last of her coffee, grabs her medi-kit and heads to TR ::
(11:06:00 PM) CdrHarper: :: checks the atmo readings! ::
(11:06:05 PM) CdrHarper: :: gets a field jacket ::
(11:06:11 PM) LtKuari: :: reaches Sec, armors up and heads to TR ::
(11:06:42 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (I dunno...say a couple degrees below freezing? Kuari's fine, though. Remember, that armor is space capable. It can regulate temperature.)
(11:06:52 PM) LtKuari: (Kay)
(11:07:21 PM) LtKuari: (...The armor she doesn't have yet, or the stuff she does?)
(11:07:44 PM) LtKuari: (She should well have it by now... I just don't have my graphic tablet to draw it)
(11:08:11 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (Assume her custom job finally came in.)
(11:08:17 PM) LtKuari: (Works for me)
(11:08:43 PM) LtKuari: (Damn tailor, who hires these Cardassians anyways)
(11:09:23 PM) LtKuari: :: shows up in TR, geared up and waiting with her unit ::
(11:09:59 PM) CdrHarper: :: directs the TR chief on the coordinates ::
(11:10:11 PM) LtJGQuinn: ::Trots into TR1, sporting gloves, a coat, and the usual toolkit. He supplements that with a phaser from the rack, and hope onto the transporter pad with a grin. ::
(11:11:02 PM) CdrHarper: You will all likely want field jackets, it is rather cold over there.
(11:11:14 PM) CdrHarper: At least, those of us without armor.
(11:11:38 PM) LtJGQuinn: Sorry if I'm late! I only gave up on finding a hat that matched the getup with reluctance.
(11:11:50 PM) CdrHarper: A hat?
(11:12:24 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: grabs the gear, sets temp to balmy :: I hope we arent spending too much time over there.
(11:12:36 PM) CdrHarper: As much as is necessary, unfortunately.
(11:12:46 PM) LtJGQuinn: :: Gestures to his fairly short hair. :: Haven't you heard? You lose 90% of your body heat through your head. At least, humans do. At least, that's what they say. Of course, that may just be because you didn;t bring a hat.
(11:13:11 PM) CdrHarper: Yes, right, anyway. Up we go.
(11:13:41 PM) LtJGQuinn: Transporter chief> Coordinates locked in, Commander.
(11:13:41 PM) CdrHarper: :: steps up on the pad ::
(11:14:27 PM) LtKuari: :: hunches over her rifle on her transporter spot, at the ready ::
(11:15:18 PM) CdrHarper: Energize.
(11:17:06 PM) LtJGQuinn: ACTION> At the push of a button, the away team shimmers out, to rematerialize to visible breath and the sound of some kind of motor running. On the plus side, they have artificial gravity. While it's visually hidden by the shielded superstructure, the ship's outer hull is capable of continuous rotation.
(11:18:09 PM) LtKuari: :: upon rematerialization, makes an immediate sweep of the area with her optics ::
(11:18:17 PM) CdrHarper: :: draws tricorder and scans ::
(11:18:27 PM) LtKuari: Area clear, sir!
(11:18:38 PM) CdrHarper: Alright, we need access to the computer system. Signs of life?
(11:19:46 PM) LtKuari: :: locks her sights on a doorway and stands ready ::
(11:19:59 PM) LtJGQuinn: :: Presses a button on what looks like a metallic bracer on his left forearm, and a bluish holographic interface screen immediately jumps to life in the space in front of him. :: Attempting to trace local command pathways now, sir. It'll just take a minute.
(11:20:49 PM) LtJGQuinn: ACTION> No lifesigns or people to generate them in the actual beamout area. There are faint readings clustered in either direction, however.
(11:21:14 PM) LtJGQuinn: (Beam IN area, rather.)
(11:21:16 PM) LtKuari: :: strains to hear properly through her new suit and grumbles slightly at the inevitable compromisation ::
(11:21:50 PM) CdrHarper: I am seeing faint signs of life. This may be a sleeper ship.
(11:22:31 PM) LtJGQuinn: Also...Kuari, I'm reading you've got your helmet speakers turned down. Probably some factory pre-set. Someone afraid of getting sued for hearing loss in the user. You want me to get that for you?
(11:23:06 PM) LtKuari: :: drops her attention on the doorway at the prospect of fixing her situation :: Yes, please, sir.
(11:23:51 PM) LtKuari: (Ignore the "sir"...?)
(11:25:29 PM) LtJGQuinn: ::Taps a few holographic buttons on the screen:: Okay, can you hear me now? Also, that would be my guess as well, Commander. Though I can't say how long the term will be appropriate. Not that you need a scanner to tell you this, but the ship's waking itself up.
(11:26:12 PM) LtJGQuinn: My guess is the crew will be the last thing revived. No sense waking people if the ship's not ready. But I can't give you any accurate estimate how long we've got until then.
(11:26:22 PM) LtKuari: :: shakes her head quickly in discomfort :: Down a bit, please.
(11:26:48 PM) CdrHarper: We need to be sure that this IS a sleeper ship and that the crew is not in need of medical attention.
(11:28:03 PM) LtJGQuinn: :: Tap tap :: For future reference, the control is on the left forearm pad. Also, I'm activating your onboard system firewalls for you. I...really shouldn't be able to access them remotely this easy.
(11:28:30 PM) LtKuari: :: tilts her head one way and then the other and can't help but wonder if she looks like some sort of wacky frog with the bulbous eye shields on her helm :: That will do, thank you. :: checks her armpad panel :: Ready to move on!
(11:28:45 PM) LtJGQuinn: ::Points to his left. :: Well, the nearest computer port where I can attempt an interface seems to be thataway. Good a direction as any to look for crew, I guess.
(11:29:03 PM) CdrHarper: Move out then, team.
(11:29:24 PM) LtKuari: :: takes a forward position and enters the corridor ::
(11:30:11 PM) LtJGQuinn: (Okay, my clock's reading 11:30. Do we want to call it a night, or give it a few more minutes?)
(11:30:50 PM) CdrHarper: (I can go a bit longer if y'all want to )
(11:30:59 PM) LtKuari: (Few more minutes good)
(11:31:54 PM) LtJGQuinn: (Okay, just so long as it's not too much longer. The tired thing is becoming an issue again.)
(11:32:03 PM) CdrHarper: (Your call, captain!)
(11:32:05 PM) LtKuari: (Your lead)
(11:33:02 PM) LtJGQuinn: (Okay, well we may as well at least answer the sleeper question before we go.)
(11:33:45 PM) LtKuari: (My buzzed brain is eager to know!)
(11:33:48 PM) CdrHarper: :: takes the middle position ::
(11:35:09 PM) LtJGQuinn: If it's of interest to anybody, the drive section is also down this way, all the way at the end. I haven't gotten to see a hydrogen ramjet system in use on an actual ship since...well, ever!
(11:35:55 PM) CdrHarper: Computer system first, the drive core is not our concern.
(11:35:57 PM) LtKuari: :: listens halfheartedly to Quinn as she keeps her attention ahead ::
(11:36:12 PM) CdrTKirr: EnsLogan> Away Team is on the move, Captain.
(11:37:32 PM) LtJGQuinn: :: Mutters under his breath. :: Sure, just thinking wonder of discovery and all that silly stuff.
(11:38:01 PM) CdrHarper: It is old technology, yes?
(11:38:42 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Nods and brings up a display on the viewscreen, away team represented by their locator beacons. :: Keep a constant transporter lock on them. Just in case.
(11:39:39 PM) LtJGQuinn: Depends how you define old! Ships like this never got past theory on Earth. Who knows what new perspectives this could offer?
(11:40:00 PM) CdrTKirr: EnsLogan> Aye, sir.
(11:40:18 PM) CdrHarper: Because we clearly need better sublight technology. Here is the computer room.
(11:41:25 PM) LtKuari: :: points to her team and strafes along the left wall of the computer room, scanning the area with her sights ::
(11:42:16 PM) LtJGQuinn: ACTION> At this point, the passage opens up into a huge winding corridor. Here, a dozen white pods rest all along the inner hull.
(11:42:50 PM) LtKuari: :: calls from her direction :: Clear!
(11:42:58 PM) LtJGQuinn: Hmmm. Guess I was reading a life support terminal. That'll do just as well as anything else though.
(11:43:24 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: takes readings of the pods, doesnt find anything particularly interesting ::
(11:43:26 PM) CdrHarper: That confirms the sleeper ship idea, though.
(11:43:31 PM) CdrHarper: We need to be out of here before they are revived.
(11:43:49 PM) CdrHarper: R- Doctor, how long do you think we have?
(11:44:10 PM) LtKuari: :: resists the urge to take post perching atop a pod ::
(11:44:40 PM) LtJGQuinn: ::Shrugs and leans over the appropriate terminal, scanning for any sort of input port.::
(11:45:05 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Scans again :: I'm not really getting anything, so I'll set up an alarm if that should start to change.
(11:46:06 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: sets medicorder to autoscan and adds an audible alarm :: It'll check every ten seconds for changes.
(11:47:59 PM) CdrTKirr: EnsLogan> :: double-takes at his scanner as it beeps an alert :: Sir, I'm reading a lifesign at the other end of the ship. It just... came out of nowhere!
(11:48:40 PM) ColDougMcKnight: :: Pinches the bridge of his nose. :: And you just know that ship's got roughly 50 miles of air ducts built into it.
(11:49:03 PM) ColDougMcKnight: +Harper and Co. + Atlantis to away team. You're going to love this...
(11:49:08 PM) ColDougMcKnight: END SIM
(11:49:12 PM) ColDougMcKnight: END SIM
(11:49:14 PM) ColDougMcKnight: END SIM
(11:49:17 PM) CdrHarper: (Oh you TEASE)
(11:49:21 PM) LtKuari: :: pauses ::
(11:49:29 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: paused ::
(11:49:36 PM) LtKuari: (Oh you love it)
(11:49:41 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (Had to leave you looking forward to something!)
(11:49:50 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (Wants zombies!)
(11:49:52 PM) CdrHarper: Nicely done, that was a good one.
(11:49:54 PM) LtKuari: (Yeah, to make sure you show up next week)
(11:50:07 PM) LtKuari: Fun fun
(11:50:22 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Bleh, I gotta run, laundry calls!
(11:50:24 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: <3
(11:50:27 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Night!
(11:50:28 PM) LtKuari: Night!
(11:50:32 PM) DrRoxanneCarre left the room (quit: Exit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(11:51:06 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Okay, I think I'll follow suit. Maybe lie down for a bit.
(11:51:24 PM) ColDougMcKnight: But tomorrow's the overnight, so I can actually sleep in! Woo!
(11:51:25 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Cool, good sim, good sim.
(11:51:36 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it.
(11:51:46 PM) LtKuari: Sweet. Good night!
(11:52:04 PM) LtKuari: By the way, log posted if you wanna delve a bit into a Vulcan desert, if you didn't see the post.
(11:52:11 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Mmm yes!
(11:53:14 PM) CdrTKirr: Turning in myself. Night.
(11:53:17 PM) LtKuari left the room.
(11:53:22 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Night all.
(11:53:34 PM) ColDougMcKnight: I actually did read that before we started. Nicely done! And yes, good night!
(11:53:43 PM) CdrTKirr: THanks. =)
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