Battlestar Sword
Chapter One
WAR!
The Cylons were created by Man.
They were created to make life easier on the Twelve Colonies.
And then the day came when the Cylons decided to kill their masters.
After a long and bloody struggle, an armistice was declared.
The Cylons left for another world to call their own.
A remote space station was built...
...where Cylon and Human could meet and maintain diplomatic relations.
Every year, the Colonials send an officer.
The Cylons send no one.
No one has seen or heard from the Cylons in over forty years....
Until Now.
Three days before the attack:
Halfway to Valcin Recoveries:
Battlestar Sword
Explosions detonated from several of the command stations on the CIC as the ship came out of FTL. Smoke and flames billowed up from the FTL computer station as the crew scrambled for the extinguishers to put the flames out. Jason rolled over from where'd he had hit the Dradis station and started shouting.
"Get me a damage report. Where's the convoy? Get this smoke out of here and get medical up here we have wounded," he shouted as he stood up, and saw several of the CIC staff down.
"Sir, FTL is down. Doctor Connors reports we have thirteen wounded. No reports of fatalities as of yet. We have a fire in the engine room. The BUSS boards for the FTL exploded. Chief Wallis says he will have to rip out all the boards and part of the line to fix them," Colonel Hays reported as she listened to the handset and then said, "Sir, fire in the galley and pilots lounge on the portside. Fire parties are on the way."
"What the hell happened?" Jason asked as the blowers came on clearing the smoke away.
"Sir, it looks like a power spike went through the control conduits for the FTL. Chief Wallis says at least two days to fix, or twenty seven hours if we can get help from the crew of the Trawler's Hope."
"Send a message to the Trawler's Hope. The're to dock on our portside. As many of their repair crews as possible are to come aboard and fix this mess," Jason ordered and then he turned to Colonel Hays and said, "Colonel, I want fifteen armed raptors in the air. They and the Flax are to escort the rest of the ships to Valcin Recovers. Then the Raptors are to return to us."
"Yes, Sir. I'll notify Hammer she has a mission," she replied and picked up her handset.
Jason watched as several repair techs ran into the room along with medics. Soon the medics were taking the three wounded away as the techs started ripping out boards. One stopped and walked over to Jason and waited.
"Report Ensign…"
"Ensign Myers, Ensign Hank Myers. Sir, this is what blew the FTL," he said and handed the board to his commanding officer.
Jason took the board and looked at it. To him, it looked like a standard board for the ship, "What am I looking at son?" he asked.
"Sir, right here. You see this blue chip?" he asked as he pointed at the chip with a blue band that was burned, and when Jason nodded his head he continued, "Sir, I'm not sure, but I think it's some type of beacon or something."
"Is it a beacon or what?" Jason asked.
"No idea. But it's not fleet. Whoever did this tried to hardwire it in. If I didn't know better, I think someone was trying to find your family's company headquarters."
Jason turned and picked up the handset, "This is Sword flash transmission to all ships. Check your FTL boards for a blue chip…" Turning he said, "Which board?"
"Sir this is the main FTL input board. It's the board that handles the inputting of the FTL destination codes," Ensign Myers reported.
"Thank you ensign," Jason replied as he turned back to the handset and delivered the information on the sabotage. Soon calls were coming from all the ships saying they had found the chip. With the chip extracted, new boards were installed and the nine ships in the convoy along with the Flax and fifteen raptors vanished into FTL.
"Sir the Trawler's Hope has docked with us and repair crews are on the way. Chief Wallis says he has the crews on it. Give him time and he will get the Sword to your father's shipyard," Lisa reported.
"Very well. Tell the CAG I want a CAP around us. Extra fighters in the launch tubes ready to go. I don't know who is responsible, but they won't catch this ship napping," Jason said as he picked up his reports from where they had spilled by his chair.
Two days before the attack:
Past the Red line:
Baseship Forty-three:
Network room
The series one model of the humanoid looking Cylons looked at his fellow Cylons and lowered his head, to look back at the information flowing out of the net. He reached out and lowered his hand into the data stream and he smiled as the data poured into him. "The fleet is ready. The ships are armed and fueled. All we need is the resurrection ships to join us from the home world. Do we have the location of all the human Battlestars?" he said as he looked up at the number three across from him.
"We have the locations of all active fleet units. The attack fleets are waiting; our infiltrators have planted the beacons on the active duty ships. Most of the larger civilian ships will have one of us on it to destroy the humans by opening the airlocks or destroying their FTL drives, leaving them to our mercy," the number three reported.
"Good! Then we're agreed that in two days we destroy the humans for their crimes," the one said and pressed his hands back into the stream and closed his eyes.
"Beware one shall arise to lead them. One will take another to a new home. Death comes to all. End of line," came from the hybrid.
"What the frak does that mean?" the number one said as he looked over at the hybrid lying in her immersion tank.
"Danger comes from the dark; beware the light. The sword is mightier than the pen; both can kill just as quickly. End of line."
"By the gods I wish they would make sense!" one snapped as he turned back to the data stream.
"Don't take the Gods name in vain," three replied as she entered the stream.
Six hours before the attack:
Battlestar Sword,
Jason walked out on to the bridge and looked around. Technicians were still working on the FTL board. Around the ship, Vipers were flying CAP in case any surprise popped up. "Colonel Hays, situation report," he said as he neared his XO.
"Commander, they say another hour for the new control line, and we shall be up and running. We should be able to fold again," Lisa replied as she handed her commander the reports.
Jason took the clipboard with the reports on it and looked through them quickly, and said, "Good," and stopped as he read one of the reports closely. When should the raptors be back from delivering the fleet to Valcin Recoveries?" he asked.
"If they're on time? They should be…"
"Dradis contact. Many contacts," the Dradis officer reported.
"What are they? What's the count? Have the CAP check them out," Jason ordered as he turned to the CIC as it lit up.
"Fifteen contacts…"
"I have fleet recognition," the Communications Officer said, and then added, "Raptor 2319 is reporting convoy delivered. New contact. Sir, it's the Flax they report they have returned to escort us to the station."
"Very well. Order Hammer to get her birds landed as soon as Trawler's Hope separates from the port landing bay. As soon as the repairs are finished, we're FTLing out. Please contact Trawler's Hope and tell them thank you for the repair work. Orders to the Flax to take station ahead of us at five thousand meters," Jason ordered.
"Yes, Sir," replied Ensign Mark Dorian the communications officer.
Thirty minutes later, Jason watched the monitor as the Trawler's Hope broke away, and the raptors started landed on the flight decks. Walking around the CIC, he waited for the report that the FTL was online again. Several monitors flashed as if they were watching him, and he thought, 'I sure will be glad when I get off this bucket. I swear this ship is haunted,' as he remembered the four hundred crewmen who had died in the bow section.
"Sir, FTL is online. Powering up now… FRAK!" Lisa snarled.
"What now?" Jason asked as he looked over at his XO.
"Not sure, power just dropped off from the FTL drive," Lisa reported as she turned and said, "Permission to leave the bridge for the engine room?"
"Get going. Find out what the frak is going on and get your report back up here," Jason ordered.
Lisa turned and ran off the bridge, as the heavy glass doors closed behind her Jason walked over to his chair and sat down. As he went over the rest of the nightly reports, he picked up his coffee and took a sip.
"Sir, Colonel Hays on line three," Ensign Dorian reported.
"Thank you ensign," Jason replied as he picked up his handset and hit the three, "Colonel, report."
"Sir, we blew the main power buss system in the engine room. Four hours to replace and then we'll be good to go," Lisa reported.
"Frak! Well, get enough crew on it. I want it done in two. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Sir. Two hours it is," Lisa replied in the handset and hung up.
Setting the handset down, he looked across at the Dradis board and ordered, "Recycle the CAP. Two up, two down for refueling and chow, I want the pilots back in their chairs thirty minutes after they land."
"Yes, Sir. Rotating the CAP," the CAG officer replied.
"Very well, I'll be in my cabin. Have Colonel Hays contact me when the repairs are finished. Major Rivers I want you to get me a status report on the three downed Mk VII Vipers from your squadron. I want to know why they failed launch this morning," Jason ordered as he left the bridge.
Major Athena Rivers looked up from her handset and replied, "Yes, Sir. I'm on it now," as the doors shut.
Jason walked into his quarters, picked up a bottle of water from his fridge and sat down. Opening the top, he pulled the reports over and started going over them. Something was nagging at him. It was like if a feeling of dread was coming over him. Checking of the reports, he never knew being the Commander of a ship would be so paper heavy.
"DADDY!" Olivia shouted as the door slid open and his six year old daughter ran to him.
"Hey, pumpkin. How you doing?" Jason said as he picked up his daughter and swung her around making her giggle.
"Fine. Missed you for breakfast," she said as her mother came in.
Jason looked at his redheaded wife as she came in. Even after three children, she still looked good to him. Standing up, he set his daughter on the edge of the desk, and pulled Mellissa into his arms and gave her a kiss.
"Good morning," he said as they broke apart.
"Morning. We missed you at breakfast… Jason, how much longer are we going to be stuck here?" she asked.
"Hopefully not much longer, the repairs are almost finished. We're just doing some testing before we jump," Jason replied as he reached over and pulled the glass bottle of water out of Olivia's hands.
"Good, I can't wait to see your parents. I know Olivia and Sunny want to see them. As to Alex, he's in heaven with the pilots. You know he wants to follow in your footsteps," she said as she unclipped the childproof cup from her shoulder bag and filled it with water from the bottle.
"Olivia, take this over to daddy's couch, sit and sip it slowly," she said as she handed the cup to their six-year old.
"Ok mommy," the bubbly redhead said as she took the cup, walked over to the couch and sat down.
Mellissa watched her daughter for a second and then turned back to her husband, "So Jason what is really going on?"
"It looks like sabotage. Someone tried to find where dad has his station by tracking the ships in the convoy. For some reason the boards blew and Ensign Myers found an unauthorized chip in the system. He is currently having the crew check all the boards of the ship, but that will take days. He is concentrating on…"
The handset ringing caught his attention, and he picked it up, "Wallington."
"Sir, FTL is online. We're ready to jump," Lisa reported.
"Good, I'll…"
"WHAT? Are you sure?" came through the handset as Colonel Hays was distracted.
"What is it, Colonel?" Jason asked.
"Sir, we are receiving flash priority from Picon fleet. They report they are under heavy attack by the Cylons. Admiral Nagala reports Picon Fleet Headquarters has been nuked. He is transferring his command to the Atlantia and is preparing to engage the Cylons. They report thirty Battlestars have been destroyed in the opening salvo."
"What? I'll be right over," Jason replied as he hung the handset up.
"Jason, what's wrong?" Michelle asked.
"Picon Fleet Headquarters was just nuked. The fleet has suffered horrible losses. Stay here, I'll have the kids sent up," Jason ordered.
As Jason left the room, Mellissa sat on the couch and pulled her daughter into her lap.
Walking into the CIC, Jason saw it was a madhouse. The crew was shouting orders as Lisa looked up and saw him. "Status report?" he said as he neared the central Dradis board.
"Sir, Caprica City is gone. President Adar tried to surrender and they nuked the city with a fifty-megaton warhead. We assume everyone is dead in the capital. Fleet units are going off the air. Reports say that the ships are shutting down when they near the enemy ships," Lisa reported.
"Thank you Colonel," Jason replied as he picked up the handset and said, "All hands man your battle stations. Set condition one throughout the ship. I repeat, set condition one throughout the ship. All pilots to their ships. This is not a drill – I repeat, this is NOT a drill. We are jumping for home to help defend the colonies."
"Colonel, set course for home. Notify the Flax to form up ahead of us. We jump in ten minutes," Jason ordered.
"Yes, Sir. Batteries are armed. Civilians are being moved to the internal shelters. Your sons are on their way to your quarters. All crew is at standby for FTL flight," Lisa reported as the noise in the CIC rose.
They listened to the reports come in from fleet ships. How the ships kept shutting down, the destruction of the Atlantia and Admiral Nagala, cities after cities being hit with nuclear death as the counter counted down. Then a message came in from a lone Battlestar.
"Sir, Commander Adama has ordered all fleet units to join up with him at Ragnar Anchorage for a counter attack. Commander Adama says they fleet has been compromised through the Command Navigation Program," Lisa reported.
"Order the CNP shut down on all raptors and Vipers. Contact the Flax and tell them as well," Jason ordered.
"Sir, someone named Roslin has been appointed President of the colonies. She is ordering Adama to rescue as many civilians as possible…"
"Secretary of Education Laura Roslin?" Jason asked.
"Yes, Sir. She is our new President or that's what I understand," Lisa said.
"May the Lord of Kobol help us," Jason replied and then asked, "What's her location?"
"I have their coordinates. They're…"
"Notify the rest of the ships her coordinates and prepare to jump," Jason ordered as he gripped the rail to the Dradis board.
"Inputting them into the FTL drive now," Lisa replied.
"Jump!"
The Sword appeared in the middle of a fleet of civilian ships under attack from Cylon Heavy Raiders. Several ships were drifting as the fighters ripped them apart with their cannons.
"Dradis contact, I have twenty Cylon raiders attacking thirty civilian ships. No sign of Colonial Heavy 798," Lisa shouted.
"Launch Vipers. Tell the Flax to start taking out groups of the enemy fighters. Fire flak rounds at anything that comes near the ships..."
"Commander, ten Raiders making a run on the Botanical Cruiser Virgon Delight. They report their FTL is off line. They're requesting help.
"Sir, the Trawler's Hope just jumped in," Lisa reported.
"Frak! Tell… wait tell Captain… Frak! What's her name?" Jason said.
"Captain Mellows, Captain Jane Mellows," Lisa replied as she started issuing orders to the CAP.
"That's her! Tell her to start docking ships to her. If I remember right she can dock about forty ships to her hull or something like that," Jason said as the ship shuddered as she opened fire.
"She can dock forty ships to her external hard points if they're not too large and about twenty to twenty-five civilian ships inside the dock," Ensign Mark Dorian verified.
"Good. Order the raptors to start picking up survivors from the planets. We can take a few of those Colonial transports on our upper landing decks. Dock a few of the freighters to our external hard points…" Jason was cut off a missile slipped through and hit the bow… "and stop those frakking missiles."
"Sir, Flax is under heavy attack. At least thirty more fighters… Never mind, she just swatted ten of them out of the air with one barrage. Vipers are closing with the rest," reported Lieutenant Boris Billings at the Dradis station.
"Tell the Vipers, I want them to fly in pairs. Cover their wingman and blow those toasters away," Jason snarled as he watched the ships start docking with the Trawler's Hope. On a secondary screen, eight of the Colonial transports were landing in the top two bays.
"We have casualties, four Vipers just blew up. Incoming second wave of Raiders… Shit! Two baseships just jumped in. They're launching missiles and raiders," Boris shouted.
"Hard right! Lock onto the nearest baseship, and launch missiles. Heavy batteries open fire. Let's show these toasters what a Battlestar can do!" Jason ordered.
Fourteen large rail guns swung around and targeted the first baseship. Within seconds, they'd had opened fire and explosions started detonating out of the enemy ship as the rounds ripped into one of the pylons. One small freighter blew up when it crossed in front of the enemy fire. The explosion of the ship damaged several Vipers and Raiders that were fighting amongst the ships. The Sword's fire started walking up the hull of the enemy ship to settle on the central part. In a blinding flash, it blew up, taking the second baseship with it when one of the ships arms impaled itself into the center of the ship.
"Two baseships destroyed, Raiders are jumping…"
"Colonel, get the search and rescue out there to look for survivors. Then we jump again, I want to check out Picon, and then the Scorpion ship yards," Jason ordered.
"Yes, Sir," Lisa replied as she looked at the screen showing the burning freighter.
"Dradis contact, thirty-five ships incoming to our location… we have fleet and colonial transponders. I have fourteen viper MK V's, three cargo ships, two frigates, the Hyperion and Star. Three mining ships, a Tylium carrier, four extended cargo raptors, three repair ships, two super liners and three medical ships, the Hope, Athena's Hand and the Comfort," blurted out Lieutenant Billings.
"Sir, incoming Vipers are bingo fuel and ammo. Requesting a fill up and a re-arm. The Athena's Hand says their FTL is off line, they have damage to their engine rooms," the communications officer reported.
"Granted. Have the FTL capacity ship prepare to jump out for our last location. If they have hard points left Non FTL capacity ships are to dock with the Trawler's Hope. Any ship that cannot go or they run out of room, is going to have to be abandoned and their crews and passengers picked up by the remaining ships. Athena's Hand has priority to dock with the Trawler," Jason ordered as he started planning his next move. "How long until this mess is cleaned up?" Jason asked.
"Twenty minutes, and then we can jump," Lisa replied.
"Incoming raiders, fifty plus. Twelve minutes until interception," Boris shouted.
"Have the Vipers take them on from long range. As soon as the Trawler jumps, they are to get back here and land," Jason replied as he looked at the Dradis board and looked at the incoming wave. His eyes were darting all over the board and he said, "Launch one nuclear weapon at the incoming fighters with forty standard missiles. Program the missile for proximity detonation. Let's see how many we can get in that cluster at one time."
Colonel Hays' fingers flew over her board as she pulled out her key. She inserted the key as Jason walked over and inserted his key as she replied, "Yes, Sir. You're authorizing special weapons launch in three, two, one… launch!"
Boris suddenly shouted out, "Dradis contact to starboard, incoming raider…" the explosion of the fighter plowing into the support arm of the starboard landing pod shook the ship.
"Detonation of the nuke inside the Cylon fighter's formation, twelve destroyed, the rest are jumping," Boris shouted.
"Comfort has been hit by a Cylon fighter, minor damage to their landing bay; it impacted on the armored doors," Ensign Mark Dorian reported, and then pressed his hand to his earpiece, "Go ahead Hammer."
Jason looked over at Ensign Dorian when he mentioned his lead Raptor pilot.
"Sir, Hammer reports incoming ships with hundreds of survivors. Several small FTL shuttles inbound with them. Estimated count is fourteen hundred survivors."
"Have the raptors and shuttles dock with the hospital ships, and then as soon as their empty, they are to jump again back to Caprica. When they're full again, they are to fold to Picon to join up with us," Jason ordered.
"The last civilian ship has docked with the Trawler, they have filled all port and starboard external points, and the internal dock is full. Her bottom hard points are still empty," Lisa reported.
"Very well, prepare for jump to Picon as soon as the shuttles and raptors are empty. Land the fighters," Jason ordered.
On the screen, it showed the dozen transport shuttles docking to the external points of the Hope and Comfort while the Raptors flew into the landing bays of the three liners. Five minutes after they landed, they were launching as the shuttles broke away from the sides of the ships.
"I bet that's the fastest turn around they've ever done," Jason said as he looked at the last shuttle vanish.
"I agree, it helps that Hammer had them organized," Lisa said.
"Prepare to jump to Picon. All fighters are to be prepared to launch the second we appear," Have any remaining raptors heading for the surface to find survivors. Shuttles and heavy lift transports are to look for survivors in orbit," Jason ordered.
"Yes, Sir. Pilots are warming up the shuttles and the HL's as we speak," Major Rivers replied as she hung up her handset at her station.
"Athena, what's the count on your Vipers?" Jason asked.
"Three full squadrons, the Silver Darts are down six pilots. We recovered three survivors," she replied.
"Dradis contact. Six… no seven baseships appearing and they're launching fighters and missiles. I have scores of radiological signatures," Boris shouted.
"Colonel Hays, jump us to Picon," Jason ordered.
The ships vanished as two thousand missiles flew through their location and detonated.
Above the burning planet, the mighty Sword appeared. Missiles and railgun rounds reached out and smashed into the lonebaseship that was raining death down on the colony of Picon as small craft blossomed from the ship's landing bays. Around her, the rest of the fleet appeared. Remains of the space stations, Vipers, civilian ships and Battlestars drifted. One of the ships was shattered just at the junction of the forward pylons for the landing bays. The stern of the giant Nova class Battlestar was there, but the bow was gone.
"Shut down all external lights and contact the Trawler. I want them to dock with the stern section of the Nebula and get her the hell out of here," Jason ordered as he watched the stern of the Nova class Battlestar drifting in space.
"Sir, HLs are finding intact Vipers and they are towing them into the landing bays," Lisa said from her station.
"Trawler is moving into position. Medical shuttles are docking with ships and picking up survivors," Ensign Mark Dorian said with two handsets at his ears.
"Good, look for more of them. If you have to pack the bays, do so. Also you can land as many on the other ships as well if you have to. What about the other ships out there? Any survivors?" Jason asked as he looked at the wreckage around his ships.
"We are finding small ships with dead engines and are towing them in. We also have a transponder for a liner. She is offline and drifting," Lisa replied.
"Get a raptor crew over to her and check her out. You have five minutes once you've landed to get her online and ready to receive survivors," Jason said as he tapped the Dradis board and pulled up another section of the battle. It was the remains of the Picon shipyards, and it was spiraling down into the atmosphere. The remains of a Majestic class Battlestar was still attached to the hull, and he saw life pods rocking from the station and ship.
Picking up the handset, he said, "Sword shuttles, there are life pods ejecting from the Picon space docks and the Battlestar Golden Horn. Get in there and rescue them."
"Yes, Sir. This is HL one on the way," came the reply through the handset as Jason hung up.
"Dradis contact, extreme range. It's a baseship, and it's heading this way," Boris said.
"Incoming missiles!" Boris shouted as he grabbed the rail.
Two hundred meters off the portside, a destroyed flight pod went up as the nuclear missile hit the wreckage. The explosion sent debris flying in all directions. Several large chunks slammed into the hull of the Sword and one of the shuttles blew up as it was sliced in half as it was towing a crippled raptor in. The front of the shuttle shot away from the wreckage and it started tumbling towards the planet. Screaming was coming over the speakers as it started burning up in the upper atmosphere until another shuttle swooped in and fired a magnetic harpoon into it, and hauled it back up into space. The baseship then vanished as it jumped again.
"Frak!" Jason said as he watched the rescue on the Dradis board.
"Dradis contact, incoming contacts… It's Hammer with another load of survivors. She reports she was jumped over Caprica City, but three heavy lift freighters lifted off from Delphi as well as the academy training ship Archon's Fury.
"Between the three freighters, there are seven thousand survivors onboard. Also, two cargo ships have been loaded with as much prepackaged food supplies from the Archon Military Academy. When the attack happened the Academy was open to the families, Colonel Jo Ball had all the cadets, teachers and families hustled down into the bunkers deep under the fortress and into the Academy ships. They stripped the underground storage rooms and there are over six thousand survivors on the Archon and the two food freighters. All five ships have jumped to the rally point," Boris said as he repeated what he was told.
"Thank you Lieutenant. Coronel, let's get our birds landed. I have a bad feeling we have company coming," Jason said as he looked back at the Dradis board.
"Trawler has jumped. Liner Caprica Seas is taking on survivors. Captain Marline Cassidy says the ship is empty. The ships log says she was docked for upgrades to her CNP systems. They haven't been upgraded and she is powering up the engines. Her marines are herding everyone into cabins and seats. The ship is rated to carry two thousand comfortably, four thousand in a tight fit. They have five of the shut down Vipers in the landing bay. HL nine is bringing in two more under tow. Pilots are safe. It seems the Cylons ignored them and concentrated on the Battlestars. The ship has a full load of fuel, water and food for her next trip, just no crew," Lisa reported.
Boris turned and shouted, "Sir! Incoming baseships. Estimated count fourteen contacts, they're launching fighters. Estimated count is one thousand enemy fighters."
"Get everything landed. Spin up the FTL, send the coordinates for the jump to all ships! Prepare to jump in one minute. Last ship to leave will be the Sword and Flax. I want everyone else out of here," Jason ordered as the Dradis board changed and showed the massive fleet of enemy ships approaching.
"Ships are jumping as they fill up with raptors, heavy lift transports and shuttles. Three more ships to go, we have twenty fighters still in the air and four raptors. Caprica Sea's just jumped. Sir, enemy fighters are in range," Lisa reported.
"Tell the last two ships to jump. Sword will pick up the remaining fighters. Have the Flax open fire at extreme range," Jason ordered as the Flax started firing her flack rounds.
In the distance, dozens of raiders blew up as the canister rounds exploded hurling shrapnel out into space. The chunks of metal ripped into the incoming fighters. Causing damage to more of the raiders, because they were so tightly packed coming in. The remaining ships opened fired and thousands of missiles were launched as the radiological detectors went haywire.
"Incoming nuclear missiles, estimated count four hundred," Boris shouted.
"Turn the Sword, open fire with the starboard anti-missile batteries with flack rounds. All remaining ships in the air are to land on the port landing bay," Jason ordered.
"Last viper landing now," Lisa reported.
"JUMP!" Jason screamed out as he saw the massive barrage of missiles coming in. Some were hitting the wreckage of the destroyed ships, some were being blown up and then….
First Edit by Sneakysis
Final Edit By TeNderLoin
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