'Slagging Sideswipe, threatening to mess up my paint job.' Sunstreaker fumed as he raced through the canyon. Sure, he HAD painted Sideswipe pink the night before, but his brother had deserved that. Calling him a sunflower... What WAS that noise? Sunstreaker skidded to a stop as he picked up a strange, crying noise. Looking around he realized it was coming from behind a large boulder off to the side of the canyon. 'Well, might as well check it out.' He thought sullenly. Approaching the boulder, he glanced around it. "What the slag?" He burst out. Behind the boulder was a little, bright magenta sparkling, crying at the top of it's vocal processor.

"What in the name of Primus is this doing out here?" Sunstreaker asked himself. He glanced around. There was nothing out here. No signs that anyone had passed through recently either. But the crying was starting to hurt his audio receptors. "Hey you, hush." He said roughly, poking at the sparkling, who immediately grabbed onto his hand and stopped crying. "HEY! Let go of me!" Sunstreaker cried, flicking his wrist and causing the little sparkling to loose its grip and fall off. Landing on the ground, the sparkling started crying again. "PRIMUS!" He couldn't get a break! Grabbing the sparkling off the ground, he held it up to his face, and said sharply, "Stop crying!". The sparkling blinked its large optics at him, then grabbed his head fin. "HEY! LET GO!" He cried, pulling the sparkling away, who then reattached itself to his hand. He sighed. At least it wasn't crying anymore. He turned away. "I guess I'm walking back. Through the desert. Slagit. I hope your happy." He shot down at the sparkling, who seemed to have fallen asleep in his hand.

Sunstreaker walked into the ark, a scowl on his face. His paint was worn and chipping near his feet from walking through the desert, and he had a layer of dust on him, not to mention the sand in his gears. He glared down at the sparkling clinging to his hand. "What am I supposed to do with you?" He asked it angrily, as if the sparkling could tell him. He stormed into the rec room, glared at everyone he could see and demanded, "What the Pit am I supposed to do with this slagging thing!" Holding the hand that the sparkling clung to as far in front of him as he could. Everyone just stared at him in stunned silence.

"Who the slag gave you a sparkling!" Cliffjumper exploded suddenly.

"I found it out in the canyons." Sunstreaker shrugged.

"There was a sparkling just randomly sitting in a canyon! How does that happen!" Huffer shouted.

Suddenly the inter com sparked to life, and Red Alert's voice called out. "And you brought it back here! It could be a Decepticon trap!"

"Calm down Red, Its a sparkling..." Inferno's muffled voice called to Red Alert.

"Hey, it's really cute." Beachcomber chuckled.

"Hey man, that's messed up. Who leaves a sparkling alone in a desert." Jazz walked over.

"I don't know and I don't care. Someone take it." Sunstreaker scowled at the sparkling.

"Here man, I'll take it." Jazz reached out and carefully pried the little sparkling off of Sunstreaker's hand. It woke and immediately started wailing loudly.

"Arg!" Sunstreaker clamped his hands over the sides of his head, trying to block the noise out. "It's even louder inside!"

"Shh little one, it's alright." Jazz said, trying to calm the wailing sparkling.

"It's not working!" Cliffjumper cried, clamping his hands over his audio receptors.

"Here Prime you try!" Jazz said, awkwardly shoving the sparkling at Optimus, who looked at it in surprise.

"There there child, there's no reason to be afraid." Prime said reassuringly. The sparkling continued to cry loudly.

"Here, let me try and calm the little thing. " Beachcomber said reaching for the child. Prime quickly passed her over. "Shhhh..." He said slowly. "Don't cry." The sparkling squinted her eyes shut and continued to scream. "Ahh, here Cliffjumper, you can try now." Beachcomber handed the sparkling to Cliffjumper.

"Wha- What am I supposed to do with it!" Cliffjumper cried, looking down at the wailing sparkling. "Um, don't cry... Uh, shhhh..."

"Here, give her to me." Bumblebee took the little thing from Cliffjumper and immediately started cooing at her. "Shh, it's ok, I've got you." As he cooed at her, the sparkling stopped crying for a moment, looking around. "See? Everything is alright..." Bumblebee smiled. Suddenly the sparkling saw what she was looking for - Sunstreaker. She threw her arms out towards him and started wailing again.

"Ahh! Bee! I thought you had it quieted down!" Cliffjumper shouted.

"I- I think she wants Sunstreaker." Bumblebee said, shocked. He walked up to Sunstreaker and held the sparkling out to him. "Take her Sunstreaker."

"I don't want it!" Sunstreaker held up his hands and backed away. Unfortunately for him, this put his arm within grabbing distance of the sparkling, who grabbed his arm and held on tight.

"What the- Not again!" Sunstreaker cried, glaring at the sparkling.

"She stopped crying." Bumblebee stared, letting go of the sparkling.

"Get it off!" Sunstreaker yelled angrily.

"NO! She'll start crying again!" Cliffjumper shouted back.

Vio-Blue optics narrowed, glaring defiantly at the Seeker-shaped target board at the other end of the shooting range. The undamaged Seeker-shaped target board, the very same one the red Lamborghini had been shooting at, and missing, for the past hour and a half. "Stupid Sunny..." He gritted, taking another shot that sailed a good five feet from the target and hit the far wall instead. He glared at the thing, as if willing it to burst into flame and be done with.

"He thinks he's so perfect and the worlds idol. The slagger." He took another shot, missing yet again, his target, but hitting the one two paces down. He took it as a victory, and marked it down. At least it wasn't the wall again. He shifted to look at his training partner for the moment, Bluestreak, who took aim and shot about that time, hitting his target dead-on. Sideswipe frowned, making a mental excuse that he was used to moving targets, not stationary ones. While Bluestreak, the sniper, was the opposite. Yeah, that's why Blue' was doing better. Moving targets and stationary targets aren't one in the same.

With that, he turned back to the target, took a shot, and missed again. "He stormed off after I threatened to paint him blue and purple polka-dotted." Sides' etched a frown, and motioned to himself, catching Bluestreak's attention. "He painted me pink. Now I'm stripped of paint entirely. I think I have the right to be moody." He turned and took another shot, closer, but still a miss. "He knows I hate the color pink. It took me forever to get it all off." Bluestreak looked him up and down, pausing to stare at a splotch of pink near his lower-center back. He thought of mentioning it, but decided against it as the Front liner growled, and with the strength he was widely feared for, pitched his gun at the target he'd missed so many times. Hitting it dead-on in the head and taking it clean off at the shoulders.

"Fraggin' brother of mine and his fraggin' glitched-up self-possessed processor." The red twin grumbled, spinning on his right pede and stomping out the room, Bluestreak rushing to put away his weapon and follow. The door-winded mech stumbled after the larger front liner. "So you and Sunstreaker had another fight." He frowned, that wasn't anything new. They would grudge about it for a while, then make-up and go back to making everyone else's lives a misery. He didn't see why Sideswipe was so mad, other than to fact he had to get his paint stripped. And that wasn't a pleasant feeling. He had no doubt that the lack of red paint was also the reason. Almost every other bot was red after all. Sideswipe would be cosmetically "naked' for a while, but no one ever really showed care for such a thing. Paint got stripped a lot in battle after all, though usually not fully.

And besides, bots stopping shuttering their optics at it when Mirage or Tracks walked around paint-less after their paint-jobs were ruined. Tracks more begrudgingly than Mirage.

"So..." Bluestreak started off again. "Are you going to apologize?" He let out an 'eep' as the front liner rounded on him, and glared. "Me?" He gritted through a forced smile. "Why should I apologize?" Bluestreak glanced around a bit, and frowned. "Uhm...well...Sunstreaker just isn't the type to is what I'm saying. And you don't really care about walking around with no paint as much as he would, you really did kinda overreact. I' not saying what he did was wrong, he kinda overreacted too, but either way you're always the one who has to apologize and-" Sideswipe slapped a hand over Bluestreak's mouth, and frowned.

"...You're right." He crossed his arms, the Gunner stared at him, mouth clamped tightly shut. "Well, you know what, I'm not apologizing this time." He spun around and started walking again, a slightly distressed Bluestreak following. "I'm always the one to apologize, even when it's not my fault. Even if he started it. I'm not going to this time. He's on his own, because until he apologizes I'm not talking to him." They rounded the corner, heading for the rec. room, and Sideswipe paused as he saw a group crowded around. With a frown, he tapped on the nearest bot - Windcharger - and asked; "What's going on?" The bot didn't even look at him. "Sunstreaker came back from the Canyons." Sideswipe frowned, and turned to stalk off. "And he brought back a femme sparkling with him!"

That made him pause. He pushed past the bot and stumbled towards his twin, who stood back-facing him. "Sunny -" He paused, optics widened as he stared in horror at the thing clinging to his slightly flailing brothers arm. "What...the Pit...is that...that..." He stepped back a bit. "PINK thing?" He uttered out, Bluestreak popping to glance around him from behind, making a loud "Awww!" as he spotted the sparkling. "She's so cute!"

Sunstreaker turned at his brother's outburst. "I'M TRYING TO GET IT OFF!" He shouted. "I found it in the canyon, and it won't leave me alone!"

"She starts wailing if anyone else holds her." Bumblebee explained. "A few of us tried, but she only wanted Sunstreaker."

"As safe as THAT sounds." Cliffjumper huffed. "But as long as shes not screaming, I guess it will have to work."

Sideswipe stared at his Brother, then glanced to the sparkling, and back to Sunstreaker. He kept the same shocked expression as he slowly uttered out a reply. "Wuh..." He shuttered his optics for a moment, then on-lined them and stared at the pink...sparkling. It clung awkwardly to Sunstreaker's arm. Staring for a moment, Sideswipe finally frowned at the thing. "Well, just so you know..." He tilted his head to look at his twin. "You're holding it wrong, and if you aren't careful you will drop it and injure it. It's probably hungry, you should see Ratchet about a formula, once it's fed you could probably put it to sleep and figure out what to do with it." He tiled it to the other side, and grinned lovingly.

"With that said, have fun. If you need me - don't bother calling, by the way - I'll be playing games with Bluestreak and Smokescreen in Smoke's room." He flicked his wrist in a salute-like goodbye, before grabbing Bluestreak by a door wing and trotting off.

"Wait, what!" Sunstreaker stared after his brother. "What do you mean? WHERE ARE YOU GOING!" Sunstreaker looked down at the sparkling hanging off his arm. "I DON'T WANT IT!" He screamed.

"Calm down little buddy, like Sideswipe says, you should probably take it to Ratchet." Jazz said patting Sunstreaker on the back.

"But- I don't even want it!" Sunstreaker protested.

"It doesn't matter, your stuck with it for now." Bumblebee said.

"Sunstreaker, just take the sparkling to Ratchet. And try not to hurt it please." Prime ordered, finally speaking up over the chaos.

"What? But - I -" Sunstreaker sputtered, not sure what to say.

"Come on lets go." Jazz chuckled as he pushed Sunstreaker toward the med bay. "And stop waving the poor thing around."

Sunstreaker frowned at everyone. "FINE!" He shouted, allowing Jazz to steer him away.

Sideswipe's grin was making Bluestreak uncomfortable, as the larger mech dragged him down the hall. "So uh..." Bluestreak glanced at the larger mech. "You're just going to leave her with him, then?" Sideswipe chuckled, stating a rather cheerfully blunt fact; "Yup!" Bluestreak stared at him for a moment, then tilted his head ever-so-slightly to the right. "But...you obviously seem to know more about caring for a sparkling than he does, if she won't let anyone else take her, at the very least shouldn't you try and help him? Sunny obviously has no idea what he's doing." Sideswipe's grin grew. "Exactly."

Rolling his shoulder, Sideswipe began to explain before the Gunner could start off again; "It's quite simple, Blue'. I know more, I've made that clear. To you, to him, to everyone. You may think me mean, heartless, perhaps even cruel. But I assure you I am not." He patted the younger mech on the helm. "For you see, Sunny will undoubtedly go as far as to beg for my help on this, that's how little he knows. He skipped out on learning how to care for a sparkling. Probably never suspected one might - quite literally - become attached to him." He spun on his next turn, showing off some dance moves to the Gunny, who stared with fascination. "Now, if my beloved twin can beat down his pride enough to beg, maybe I can beat him to the prize." He grinned and winked at the door-winged mech.

It didn't take long for the Gunner to catch on; "You want him to apologize." The red twin nodded. "Never once, has Sunny apologized to me. He could probably put me half-offline into the med-bay and still not apologize. But nearly offlining me and taking care of a squirming, screaming sparkling with not even common knowledge to go by is another thing." He grinned at Perceptor as he passed the scientist in the hall, and got an odd look in return. "So...what you're saying is...all you want from Sunny is an apology? After that, you'll willingly help him? Nothing more? Nothing less?" Sideswipe shrugged. "Eh, I may make him struggle for it a little. Don't want to seem too desperate for an apology, especially when it could very well be fake." He made a contemplative face. "In fact, I won't accept an apology the first couple of times. Until I am positive he is sincere on his apology." He frowned at the floor.

Bluestreak frowned at him. "I understand why you're doing this Sides' but..." He looked to the floor too, for a moment, then back to the red mech. "With such little experience in caring for sparklings, how do you know he wont hurt himself - or worse, the sparkling - before one of you comes around?" Sideswipe made no immediate response, and simply shrugged. "I'm not going to be the one to apologize, or come crawling back this time. If he wants my help, then he'll have to earn the right to ask."

They stopped, having reached their destination, the door slung open before they could even announce their arrival. "What took you guys so long!" Smokescreen grinned at the two, who stared at him for a moment. He frowned. "What's with those glum faces? Hey now, no one is going to keep expressions like that on my watch!" He grabbed them both by the arm, dragging them into the cluttered mess of a room. "Time for some games to liven the two of you up again!" He practically threw them onto the makeshift sofa, and cleared off the table in-front of it, throwing down random selections.

All video games, of course, but most were things like "Virtual Cards", "Poker", and other betting games. Both glanced up at the excited looking bot and frowned. He pouted. "Fine." Scooping them off the table, he picked up a metal box, and dug through it, throwing random games onto the table as he went. Earth War games, Racing Games, Zombie Games, Murder Games, Crime and Cop games, etc. Bluestreak picked up a game with a girl and a dog, staring at it for a moment, before showing it to Sideswipe with a confused look. The Lambo shrugged, picking up a game of his own, looking it over, setting it back down.

Smokescreen tossed another onto the pile, and crossed his arms over the table. "Pick something. Anything. Your choice." Bluestreak pointed to Sides'. "His choice." Sideswipe frowned, concentrating on the games, before plucking a War game from the pile, and tossing it into the box. "No war games." The two shrugged, and watched as he dug through the pile. "Ah." He picked up a case missing the cover, and opened it. "Left 4 Dead?" He gave Smokescreen a look, the bot shrugged. "Dunno, I don't play most of these games." He poked one of the cases.

"So you don't know what it's about?" He glanced to Bluestreak, who shrugged, door-wings flicking. Sideswipe stared at the CD, and shrugged, handing it to Smokescreen. "Pop it in and let's find out."

"You know, you can stop pushing me." Sunstreaker frowned down at the Autobot officer. "I can walk just fine."

"Right." Jazz grinned widely. "Sorry man, just a little on edge. I mean how often does one find a sparkling in a canyon?" He said as they walked into the med bay.

"How often does one find a WHAT in a WHERE?" Ratchet turned, sounding shocked. "PRIMUS!" He cried, spying the little sparkling on Sunstreaker. "Where in blazes did you find that!"

"Well, like Jazz just said, it was in the canyons. Now get it off." Sunstreaker growled. He was getting tired of the thing.

"Primus Sunstreaker, at least TRY to hold her properly! She could get hurt!" Ratchet rushed over.

"No. Like I said. Get it off of me." Sunstreaker glared at the sparkling, which smiled and gurgled up at him. "It's disgusting."

"What are you talking about man? That is the cutest sparkling I've ever seen!" Jazz gave Sunstreaker a disapproving glare. "Any way, remember what happened last time you tried giving her to some one else?" Sunstreaker growled. Why him?

"Here, um, put her down over here." Ratchet pointed to a table. "GENTLY!"

"Fine." Sunstreaker walked over, held his arm over the table, and pulled the sparklings hands off. "Sit. Stay." Then he turned to walk away, but the sparkling reached out and grabbed his finger. "Adah!" She cried.

"Well isn't that the cutest thing?" Jazz smiled. "She likes you."

"I don't care! Get it off!" Sunstreaker cried.

"No! Just stay there. She's calm now, and we don't need her freaking out." Ratchet said putting a hand on Sunstreaker's shoulder. "Just let me get her some formula."

Sunstreaker growled at the little sparkling, earning an adorable giggle from her. Jazz grinned and opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Sunstreaker cut him off. "Don't EVEN Jazz!"

"Here." Ratchet came back, holding a bottle. "Feed her this."

"What? Me? Why?" Sunstreaker glared at the medic.

"Because I told you to, and your the one that she seems to have attached her self to." Ratchet countered, glaring right back.

"FINE!" He grabbed the bottle then stared at it for a moment. "Um... What do I do?"

"For Primus sake! Alright, give it here." Ratchet took back the bottle and held it in front of the sparkling. She grabbed hold of the bottle, releasing Sunstreaker's finger and began happily eating.

"Finally!" Sunstreaker said, relieved to have his hand back. "Right. I'm out, have fun." He said, heading for the door. But it was not to be, for as soon as the sparkling lost sight of Sunstreaker she abandoned her meal and began to wail again.

"Primus!" Ratchet cried, jumping back.

"SUNSTREAKER!" Jazz grabbed Sunstreaker as he made a made dash for the hall. "Get back here! Ratchet help!"

Ratchet turned and grabbed Sunstreaker's other arm, whacking him over the head as he did it."Sparkling wants you, so your STAYING!" Sunstreaker stumbled a bit at the hit to his head, allowing Jazz and Ratchet the opportunity to get him back in the room. Ratchet moved over into the door way. "Go calm her down." He commanded.

"But I don't want it!" He cried. "Look what happened to my paint job because of it! I had to WALK all the way back from the canyons!" He gestured at his horribly mangled paint job.

"Dude, why didn't you just drive back?" Jazz looked at him.

"I- The sparkling-" He looked at the crying child. "SLAG IT! Fine! But just so it will be quiet!" He stomped over to the sparkling, and the bottle lying beside it. "What do I do with it?" He looked at it critically.

"Pick her up, gently, and hold her close to you. Preferably in the crook of your elbow, so she is partially lying down." Ratchet instructed him. "Then hold the bottle in front of her so she can eat." Sunstreaker awkwardly picked the sparkling up and set her in the crook of his left elbow. She stopped crying when her picked her up, and now nestled happily up against him. Then he held the bottle up to her, and she once again grabbed hold and began eating.

"There. Now don't let go of the bottle, she can't hold it her self." Ratchet smiled at the little thing. "She is cute, isn't she."

Sunstreaker grinned triumphantly. "HA! This is easy! I don't need slagging Sideswipe's help!"

"What?" Ratchet looked at Jazz. "What is he talking about?"

"Oh, Sideswipe showed up right before we came here, and demonstrated a nice chunk of know how on taking care of a sparkling, then walked off leaving Sunstreaker here to figure it out on his own." Jazz frowned. "He's probably still peeved about the whole pink fiasco."

"Well he can stay mad for all I care!" Sunstreaker shot back at them. "I don't need him! I can do this with out him."

Jazz and Ratchet looked at each other. This was not going to end well.

Sideswipe frowned in concentration, hearing a sound he'd come to loathe. "A witch..." Bluestreak frowned, sidling up to Smokescreen a bit. "Careful, Sides'. She's sitting right in the middle of the room." The Lamborghini frowned. "I see her..." He walked his character to the far side of the room, as one of his teammates called out "Witch!", and tried to walk around the sobbing infected humanoid. Attacking the enemy, he tried not to stumble off in her direction, but much to his horror, someone else did. "Oh slag! Get back here you idiot!"

"Look out!" "Run run run!" "Shoot it! SHOOT IT!" "That won't help!" "JUST LET HER KILL HIM!"

He'd already shot, unfortunately, they watched in slight horror as the Witch effortlessly slayed his already half-dead character. The three stared at the screen, optics wide and jaws slack. After a moment, Bluestreak snatched the remote from Sideswipe's hand. "My turn." Sideswipe grinned at the Gunner as he started the game, Bluestreak had always survived longest out of all of them, though only because he had the patience to be cautious, a bit too much so actually. It took him almost two hours to complete the first part of the game.

The red mech glanced to Smokescreen. "You should see about getting a few more controlers, so we can all play." Smokescreen shrugged, glancing at the crushed controller across the room. "I used to have another one, but it had an...accident." He glanced to the screen. "Blue'..." The Gunner perked slightly at his name, and glance from the screen for a brief second. "Huh?" Smokescreen pointed to the screen; "Hunter."

"WHAT? OH PRIMUS someone get it OFF OF ME!" His character flailed helplessly as it tore him up. His teammates off screen, either unaware or uncaring. Soon enough, Smokescreen snatched the remote as Bluestreak stared at the screen, stunned. "My turn." "I have...horrible...teammates."

Sideswipe grinned, patting the Gunner on the shoulder, watching Smokescreen start up his game, he opened a comm. to Sunstreaker; ::Hey Sunny! How's babysitting going?:: He inquired, voice low, a near whisper. ::Did ya manage to get her to recharge yet? Once you do, ask Ratchet about accommodations for her, she's too small to sleep on the berth with you, I'm afraid.:: He grinned, earning a look from Bluestreak, a slightly disapproving one. ::My guess is she'll be staying with you, so you need to ask Ratch' and Red about sparkling-proofing our room. Don't need her hurting herself under your watch now, do we? Oh and, be smart.:: He glanced at the screen. ::Don't take your optics off her for a second. Okay-:: "Watch out Smokescreen, Bomber to your right!" He covered his mouth slightly to muffle the call to the Datsun, before turning back to Sunstreaker.

::That's the last bit of advice you're getting from me. Have fun with the kid! I'll be rooming with Bluestreak until further notice, by the way. I'll come by and get my junk later.:: With that, he abruptly cut off the comm and blocked it so Sunstreaker couldn't call back, settling down he watched Smokescreen try to run away from the lumbering infected with a smirk on his face.

"My turn."

Sunstreaker frowned at Sideswipe's 'advice'. There was no way this was going to go on for much longer. He would find a way to hand the thing off on someone else. Maybe Bumblebee, it seemed to agree with him, or even Jazz, Jazz seemed to like it... His thoughts were cut short as Optimus Prime walked into the med bay.

"How is the sparkling?" Prime looked at Jazz, who was leaning against the wall beside the door.

"Sunstreaker is feeding it right now." Jazz gestured at the scowling mech.

"Good. I sent out a squad to see if they could find any sign of where the sparkling came from." Prime watched Sunstreaker.

"In the meantime, it seems like the she has become quite attached to Sunstreaker." Ratchet sighed. "So as much as I hate to say it, it would probably be best if Sunstreaker took care of her."

"Yeah, little thing freaked out when Sunstreaker tried leaving." Jazz chuckled.

"Is that so?" Prime looked over at Sunstreaker. He seemed to be doing alright. "Sunstreaker!" He called out, keeping his voice low so as to not startle the sparkling.

"Yeah?" Sunstreaker walked over to the small group by the door.

"Due to circumstances I am appointing you as caretaker for the sparkling." Prime said, with a commanding air.

"What! Why me!" Sunstreaker protested.

"You already know why." Ratchet huffed. "So stop complaining about it."

"You will take care of her and make sure she is safe. And if anything happens to her it is on your head." Prime said sternly. Just to ensure he would listen.

Sunstreaker scowled. "Fine!" He frowned down at the little sparkling in his arms. "Uh... what's it doing?" The sparkling had abandoned the bottle he held and curled up against his chest, and was deep in recharge.

"Well, isn't that just precious." Jazz grinned at her. "Shes so cute."

It was. But Sunstreaker wasn't going to admit that. "It's a monster. What am I supposed to do with it now?"

"Well until we get a pod set up for her your just going to have to hold her." Ratchet looked around. "I guess you can wait in here until I can find one. It shouldn't take long."

"I'll help Doc-bot." Jazz stepped away from the wall.

"Alright, I will leave you all to this. And remember Sunstreaker. Don't let anything happen to her." Prime gave Sunstreaker one last look before leaving.

"We won't be long, just stay here." Ratchet said as he and Jazz followed Prime.

Sunstreaker sighed. He does a good thing and now he's stuck with this pink thing. He glared at it. Now what. Glancing around he leaned against the wall. Suddenly he was really tired. Sliding down the wall he sat on the floor. It wasn't like his paint job wasn't ruined as it was, and he had a layer of desert filth on him. He would have to ask Ratchet if he had any yellow paint when he came back with the pod. And take the chance to clean off. He shuttered his optics. Primus he was tired. He couldn't help but think he was forgetting something as he fell into recharge.


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