Praetorian Of Remnant

by Colonel-Crusader

Rogal Dorn, Primarch Of The VII Legion The Imperial Fists, The Praetorian Of Terra, The Vigilant, ambushed by Chaos. The Emperor wouldn't have it, he may have been gone for millennia, he may have changed, but with him comes salvation for he is the Praetorian and the Imperium his charge.

4. Chapter 4

Welcome to the fourth installment of Praetorian of Remnant I hope you enjoy

The Veiled Region

101.42M

Strike Cruiser 'Titus'

The Space Marines were getting closer by the day, they could feel it, the feeling brought them into 'The Veiled Region'. They had already fought a number of enemies to get where they were, surprisingly, it seemed as they got closer to the location of their Primarch the enemies got weaker. Quite a pleasant surprise, for everyone, well all except chaos got weaker. 'Emperor damned bastards.' Carr thought as he relayed orders for another broadside, effectively destroying another chaos cruiser.

About thirty minutes later it seemed they only lost about ten servo-skulls, 'well it was only one cruiser, must have been an incompetent leader behind it all… aren't they all?' Carr thought in a sarcastic tone, a smile daring to come to his lips but he forced it back down.

"Navigator, how far away do you believe we are from the Primarch?" The captain spoke in a serious tone, the navigator turned to him and spoke. "My Lord, I believe we are but a few days away, the machine spirits have gifted us divine strength from the holy Omnissiah as it seems. It seems even the Omnissiah has aided us in our crusade." He spoke in his robotic voice, having had his tainted flesh taken away millennia ago.

Metrios merely looked on, however you could see the happiness in his eyes, a fire was burning in his stomach roaring to find their gene-sire.

"Spread the vox-channel to the fleet, I wish to spread the ne-" The captain was interrupted by the tech-priest majoris, "My Lord, we have detected ships exiting the warp to our port side." Metrios once again was irritated, "Is it going to be another ork excuse for a fleet? No matter. Battle stations! Turn to the port side!"

The three strike cruisers turned as fast as they could to see reality being ripped open, the purple and black madness that was the warp spitting out three ships.

Space marine ships, ships of a chapter descending from the Imperial Fists. Ships coloured black and white and on one of the ships was a white fist on a circle of red. Metrios couldn't help but chuckle slightly, he then spoke to relieve the crews' anxiety, his voice being transmitted to all ships. "No need to worry brothers, it seems as though another one chapter has come to help us in our crusade. It seems as though the 'Sons of Dorn' have arrived. Astropath, make sure communication is stable between both ships."

Taking a closer look the 'Sons of Dorn' had brought three strike cruisers to the crusade, mighty additions.

Then a voice broke out of the vox-communicators, a voice of a decently aged Astartes. "Brothers! We came as soon as we could, Chapter Master Alexandros was slightly apprehensive of the news coming from the Fists of our Primarch returning. However, he eventually granted us permission to join your divine crusade, who is in command?"

"This is Captain Metrios Carr of the Imperial Fists, we welcome you brother. Join the fleet, we have two fighting companies of Black Templars with us as well. The tech-priest majoris and the chief navigator will fill you in on the information that is required." Metrios spoke in his normal indifferent tone.

"Aye, brother. I am captain Agamon. Let us have a glorious crusade, Ave Imperium." Agamon's voice reverberated through the bridge and afterwards communications were cut.

'A glorious crusade it will be.' the same thought that was in every Astartes' mind. Soon enough they were back in the warp after the introductions and preparations were completed.

Beacon Academy

JNPR's Dorm room

Ever since Jaune had started hanging out with Cardin, more and more things in the dorm room had started to become more distanced. Jaune seemed to be more spaced out, tired, bags under his eyes, but he also seemed to work a lot harder at work. Ren and Nora as well as Pyrrha to a degree had thought that their leader was overworking himself trying to be better at the cost of his well being.

All wasn't as it may have seemed.

Pyrrha was still bitter about her offer being boldly rejected and with good reason, after all she was only trying to help her team leader. However, part of her did feel bad for Jaune, he was trying to live up to his family's legacy and join his ancestors as someone to look up to. So in a way she respected him, but also saw his denial of help as a challenge he would have to defeat. Hopefully he would come to his senses and accept some form of assistance.

The class also had a field trip to go to the next day, which coincidentally was _NPR's topic of discussion at the moment as well as their team leader's change.

They were inspecting their weapons, knowing that they would be entering a grimm infested forest. Well Ren was, Pyrrha had done so already and Nora was bouncing on her bed. As they were discussing the changes they had experienced for through the past weeks they didn't realize the door open slightly. It didn't open completely, in fact it closed again, they still didn't notice.

Outside the door was none other than Jaune Arc, his form disheveled and dark bags under his eyes from all the late nights and sometimes all nighters. He felt haggard, his eyes drooped, looking wasted and absolutely wrecked. 'Why? Why didn't I just accept what she offered and now I have to deal with Cardin… Who can help me? Pyrrha would probably say no, right now and if I tell anyone else they would just see me as a failure. Damn it…' He thought to himself contemplating solutions to his bitter situation.

He slumped against the wall and slowly lowered, wallowing in his precarious life, not seeing a way to succeed, or maybe it was just that his brain needed it's much required rest. He wasn't thinking straight, that he sure as hell wasn't.

He almost fell asleep against the wall, looking pathetic, weak, vulnerable, looking like an absolute failure. But he was brought out of his process of falling asleep by a sharp snap of fingers, he looked up and then saw one of their resident Schnees. Eran Cornelius Schnee, now that was the type of guy he wanted to be, strong, intelligent, tactical and an ideal person to look up to. The man above him was wearing his pajamas, the grey shirt with eagle-like symbols, grey and silver flannel style pants. A curious look on his face.

"Hey Jaune, what's up with you? You look like you've gone through a slightly shittier version of hell." He asked curiously with slight concern being put into his voice. Jaune tiredly looked over to Eran and spoke with a dejected voice, "Eran, how do you do it? How can one be perfect?" Eran merely looked more amused, "Jaune, you have no idea, I'm not perfect, I will never be perfect, right now I'm just a guy, a guy with a goal, a guy with an objective. Looks like you've lost that objective, you see a man without an objective is a pushover, which you currently are. However, you could find a goal to achieve and then make another and achieve that one and so on and so forth. That is what makes us so different from others, if we have a goal, if humanity as a whole has a goal. We could accomplish anything. You as a leader are supposed to inspire yourself and your team to work harder to achieve that goal." Eran spoke eloquently, with power behind his voice, the voice of a leader, an experienced leader.

Jaune looked up again, staring into Eran's eyes, pulsating with power, "Eran what is your go-"

Jaune was interrupted by his scroll, he took it out and the voice of Cardin erupted from it, his nasally voice abusing their eardrums. Eran once again looked at Jaune with a light scowl, "Jaune, what the hell have you done." A tone of finality backing his every word, Jaune knew he was in between a rock and a hard place, but he gave in. "Eran, I fucked up, I fucked up bad." Jaune spoke in a strained voice, he proceeded to recount the faithful day that screwed his life up.

"Hmm, Jaune you truly have almost lost the right to call yourself a leader." Eran spoke, his signature scowl coming into play and eyes promising nothing but pain. Jaune felt his soul try to run out of his body and quaked in fear. "Jaune right now you have to make a decision, step up and own up to your mistakes or back down like a snivelling rat, it's your choice. But as far as I'm concerned the Jaune I'm looking at is not the one I met a few months ago." Eran spoke in a frosty tone and turned back to go to his room, leaving Jaune outside sitting on the ground thinking about his mistakes.

Team RWBY heard the door open and shut with Eran coming in with an annoyed look on his face. They all thought better not to bug him about it, for now at least. With that they all went to bed.

Meanwhile Jaune had gone into his team's room to see that they were all awake and now staring at his ragged form in concern, even Pyrrha. He thought about what Eran had told him and gathered his team together, he spoke about his mistakes and troubles. Pyrrha already knowing about this didn't really have a change in attitude towards this a scowl still marring her beautiful face. Leaving Jaune more disheartened as the two others hadn't reacted yet, he asked them to forgive him in a pleading tone as he hung his head in shame. Until he felt a hand on his shoulder, Nora's hand, "Jaune we don't really care! You're the only team leader who would probably ever have the courage to tell us this, right Ren!?" She spoke in her contagiously joyous tone, her words being abnormally sage for someone so Nora-like. "She is right Jaune, you are, our team leader, you may have your downsides, but those are for the rest of us to help you with. You have to lead. As far as I'm concerned, it takes a strong leader to admit such a large mistake." His words calmly spoken as always, but supportive nonetheless.

Finally Jaune's eyes turned towards Pyrrha Nikos, "Pyrrha, can I take you up on those combat lessons you offered?" He spoke some joy in his voice and a few tears in his eyes, Pyrrha's gaze softened and she walked up to him and hugged him, "Of course Jaune." Her tone soft and supportive, she then proceeded to release Jaune from the hug and push him onto his butt, "First lesson is your stance." She spoke in a teasing voice, making everyone laugh. After a good laugh Jaune held his hand out one which Pyrrha readily grabbed and brought up.

They all went to sleep on a high note, Jaune finally having the best sleep he has had in weeks.

Forever Fall forest

The red coloured forest provided a serene, almost heavenly feel to it, the teams walking behind as a gentle breeze swept across their faces. It was a good way to wake up, but strangely considering such a serene place held grimm within it.

Teams RWBY, JNPR and CRDL and Eran were currently on this field trip, they were chosen to go in the morning while other teams would go in different times of the day.

Eran was holding the jars and the rest of the equipment, walking behind as Yang and Ruby were at his sides, Blake behind him and his Sister was walking directly in front of him. They stopped a few seconds later all the while was telling them what they had to do. Soon enough, everyone got one jar and got to work.

Jaune went with his team, quickly getting away from Cardin, as the latter mentioned fumed slightly at having to do something. However, when Eran saw this he did look on with approval.

Teams RWBY, JNPR and Eran found a good batch of trees to collect sap from so with the use of Ríkr,Myrtenaster and Miló they poked holes in the trees and collected the sap. Soon enough they all had full jars in a small amount of time and were enjoying their time in the outdoors, running around having fun. However, everyone failed to see team CRDL looking at them from a nearby cliff edge.

All except Eran, who stood up and went behind some trees and bushes to seemingly take a leak. The rest of the group didn't pay much attention and so Eran easily got out of their sights and climbed up the left side of the cliff. He quietly walked behind team CRDL, who had put a nest of rapier wasps in a cardboard bag. Why? He didn't know, however Cardin also had an extra jar full of tree sap. Eran linked things together when he saw Cardin prepare to throw the jar of sap at Jaune while Dove prepared to throw the box of wasps.

"Payback is sweet." Cardin said in his horribly nasal voice, the other members of his team snarking in the old fashion 'bully' style. They, however had their hopes set way too high, they had forgotten altogether about the Schnee that beat their leader with ease. 'Quite a foolish bunch.' Eran thought as he crept up behind them similar to how a wolf would his prey.

As Cardin was about to throw the extra jar of sap Eran grabbed his forearm, stopping Cardin in his tracks.

Team CRDL turned around almost simultaneously to see the scarred Schnee, all gasping in surprise. Cardin turned pale at the sight of Eran's dead fish eyes, promising nothing but pain. "What are you doing Cardin?" He asked in his ordinary tone, cold as ice as his face adopted his trademark scowl.

Cardin couldn't respond… he simply didn't feel like he could, his mind felt blank as he could only look on in fear as to what Eran was going to do. The rest of his team, also unable to speak as fear, enveloped their minds. Thankfully for them an ursa burst from the tree line, an ursa major at that.

Ursas appeared much like beowolves, black fur, white bony spikes on their backs as well as on the rest of their bodies, white bone-like masks with red detailing. The masks were angular and had spikes on its end, Ursas also had small sections of bone plating along their bodies. Ursas were also much larger than beowolves and significantly harder to beat. To add to it, this was a ursa major meaning it was bigger, stronger and more coordinated than the regular ursa. With larger claws, spikes, teeth and more bone plating along their bodies only adding to the difficulty that it took to beat them.

The sight of the ginormous grimm caused Cardin to let go of the jar, it shattered when it hit a rock on the floor, splattering the tree sap along the floor.

The ursa then sniffed the air smelling the sweet substance and proceeded to charge at Cardin and Eran. Whilst Cardin's team ran away like dogs with their tails between their legs. Eran let go of Cardin and brought Ríkr to bare, holding it in both hands as he activated the beam from his hammer. The beam erupted readily from the hammer's face, eager to electrocute and destroy anything in its path. The beam reached the grimm hitting it square in the face, making it roar in agony, the thundering sound being heard all over the forest.

With Team RWBY & JNPR

Across the cliff the roar was clearly heard by the two teams who were sitting idly by relaxing, just as Team _RDL came rushing from the tree line. The three of them looked pale, and scared, they came running past them screaming about Eran, Cardin and an ursa major. This immediately got them on high alert as they rushed to where the roar came from. However, three girls were full on sprinting, Weiss, Yang and Ruby, concern clear in their eyes.

Back with Eran

The beam had blinded the creature momentarily, Eran took this chance and charged the bear-like grimm. Using his momentum he stopped in front of the creature and swung at its face with the raven beak-like end of the hammer to stab into the creature's jaw. Blood erupted from the wound when Eran backed off after he dislodged from the creature's wound. The ursa finally retaliated with a wild swing that hit Eran on the side, doing something that Eran never thought would happen again. His armour failed him, his armour was shattered by the blow, pieces flying into his side and rib cage. Luckily, his aura was healing him quickly, the pieces coming out of his body, similar to what happens with the… wolverine was it?

Not having time to think, Eran threw off his helmet and ripped his shattered cuirass from his person. The straps keeping the cuirass together snapped and allowed it to fall off his person falling onto the ground. Leaving him with his shirt and his arm and leg armour still intact. Eran looked on in rage, his defenses had failed him once more, his grip around his hammer tightened, the leather beneath the armour creaking due to the force.

Eran used his semblance and created a Death Stalker, its white mass slowly coming into form, however there were noticeable differences the glyph had from the actual grimm. The most noticeable was that it was completely white with some gold and grey accents, as well as the symbol of Rogal's legion. The Imperial Fists' symbol was on the glyph's head, it seemed to have the fury of an Imperial Fist as well, as it charged the damnable grimm immediately striking the Ursa's shoulder making it howl in agony. Only for it to soon be silenced as the hammer's head occupied the space where its brain was supposed to be. Eran had jumped onto the death stalker's tail and ran along it only to jump, bringing both his hands to Ríkr and bringing it down onto the grimm's skull.

All the blood and gore flying onto him, his face turning red and his hair being splattered on with blood. His pearly whites being marred with blood, he brought his tongue to it, licking it off his teeth. Eran stepped off the ursa and onto his glyph's stinger as it brought its stinger out of the grimm's shoulder. Almost like a movie the two other teams reached the area at that very moment to witness the intimidating view. Cardin had been silent the entire time, merely staring in absolute awe at Eran's ability. Eran and his glyph had their backs turned to the rest of the group until the eerie silence the scorpion-like grimm's legs moved turning around to face the newly arrived teams and Cardin.

Eran's glyph lowered its stinger bringing Eran to ground level, allowing its creator to take a step off it. The blood from the ursa evaporated slowly off of Eran as the teams walked closer, Eran merely glared at the armour he tore off. 'Another piece of armour that has failed my needs. It seems new armour is what I am in need of.' He thought as he glanced murderously at the failed steel. Unknown to him the two teams were running towards him, he suddenly felt himself being close lined by a red and black mass. Making him take a step back, quickly drop his hammer and wrap his arms around her. That final action rewarded Ruby with a look of jealousy from none other than her sister Yang.

'Ruby, sweet girl.' He thought, softening his gaze as he turned his attention to Ruby, only to realize that once he turned his head, he was hugging nothing but air and rose petals and to suddenly feel a mass on both his shoulders. He quickly realized that those two things were legs and that Ruby again quickly wrapped her arms around his head and brought her chin to the top of his head. Eran put his arms to his sides so he didn't look like an idiot hugging air for no longer than a few milliseconds as well as grabbing his hammer once more with his right hand.. "Eran, I am putting you under watch, it seems you can no longer be trusted to keep yourself away from danger." She spoke in an adorably serious voice, clearly trying to imitate Eran's serious voice, failing cutely.

As Ruby finished Yang and the rest of the team came up to the pair and could only look on in amusement. The crimson blood evaporating from Eran's face turning into a blood red gas that fit in quite well. It looked like one of those beautiful modern paintings, not those simple yet ridiculously expensive ones that everyone can't help but gawk at. Yang, seeing that Eran was in no danger at all smiled, that smile that filled Eran with joy, so he couldn't help but offer a small upward twist of the lips as well.

Everyone else just felt at ease, they knew they didn't need to worry about Eran since Eran was Eran but they couldn't help but worry. Friends were a thing for a reason weren't they?

Yang walked up to him and brought him into a one-sided hug. "You know Eran, maybe Ruby is right. Maybe you should simply stay in our custody forever." She spoke in a slightly husky voice, Eran was merely amused and said something he never though he'd say. "Maybe I'd enjoy it more than you think." After saying those words out loud unabashedly, causing Yang's cheeks turned bright red.

Eran followed up with a hearty chuckle at Yang's embarrassing expense, while Ruby was annoyed that she didn't understand what made Yang so embarrassed. Yang looked at Eran in absolute shock at his boldness, but a seductive grin enveloped her face. She quickly turned down into a friendly smile. The better parts would come later, the rest of the group could only imagine, Pyrrha especially thinking of doing something steamy with Jaune. That brought a redness to her face, so much so that she looked as crimson as her hair. Jaune thinking vice versa and they both looked at each other and blushed even deeper, it was kind of adorable. Weiss looked amused but as she was protective, she raged against the idea, but a hint of pink was still brushed on her cheeks. Nora and Ren merely smiled at each other, however, Nora had a more expecting grin that made Ren nervous. Blake, she just became a tomato, she had too many things running through her mind and her ears started to wiggle at the thoughts running through her mind.

They were all brought out of their embarrassing and in Nora and Ren's case freaky situation by Eran who spoke out. "Guys, go get your jars, I have found a new, better mode of transportation." He highlighted what he meant when he walked onto his glyph, the teams beamed, appearing back at Beacon on a Death Stalker would be cool. Instant cool points.

They nodded and walked off to get their jars, Ruby bolted and Eran no longer felt her weight on his shoulders. They all started walking, Eran being the last one to pass by the still gawking Cardin. "Cardin, be careful who you make enemies with, if you attack them you will feel my ire," Rogal spoke in his serious voice as well as his custom scowl, that effectively petrified Cardin. Cardin only looked on, fear evident in his eyes, Cardin's blood pressure would skyrocket in the moments to come because Eran made a head movement that caused the glyph to bring its stinger down onto Cardin and it stopped millimetres from his eye. With that Eran made another head movement with that the glyph brought its stinger away from Cardin's head and walked behind its master as a soldier did to his commander in chief.

Cardin was obviously terrified and was brought out of his terror induced stupor when his teammates came back. After that, they headed back to the main group and to return to Beacon.

Beacon Academy

The Headmaster of Beacon had seen a lot of things in his life of reincarnations, what was coming to his school would be one to remember. His students were riding a Death Stalker, well a glyph made by but it was basically the same thing. From his camera, he could sense Glynda's irritation, that was until she was invited onto the glyph by and the top seat as well! was at first surprised by the offer, but smiled slightly and accepted the offer. To sit on a Death Stalker's stinger, that must have been a thrill, he was slightly envious and he felt that feeling increase when looked straight into one of his cameras whilst standing on top of the glyph's stinger and smirked.

He would definitely have words with her when she got back… after he got a chance to ride a Death Stalker.

Once Eran and the rest of the class got back to Beacon, they gathered quite the crowd, he even saw the girl that he rescued from Cardin and his goons. I mean it was kind of obvious why they attracted a crowd, two teams of hunters of a Death Stalker/glyph and on its stinger, that could be a tourist attraction. There was also team CRDL but they were walking, in an attempt to get away from Eran they slithered through the crowd and headed to their next classes. However, the crowd all parted ways for the head honcho of Beacon, the Headmaster. Eran made a mental signal to his glyph and it brought down in front of the Headmaster.

They got off the glyph once possible and smirked in front of the Headmaster, making him frown ever so slightly and then proceeded to slurp his coffee and walk onto the stinger. Bringing surprise to everyone's faces except who merely deadpanned as Ozpin finished his big slurp, brought down his cup and smiled. He looked back at Eran and gave him the eye that told someone, 'please I haven't had any fun in the past two hundred years!'

So Eran being the good samaritan brought the stinger back up and so it really looked like a sculpture piece. The crowd not wishing to ever forget this moment brought out their scrolls and started to take pictures. Ozpin was enjoying the view, it was different and fun and to add to the fun he sipped again from his caffeine filled drink. It was at that moment that he would become a meme, a meme for the world of Remnant to enjoy.

After that, the day went on as any else would, and soon Eran and all the other teams were back in their dorms. However, it didn't escape Eran and Yang's view when they saw Jaune and Pyrrha look at each other before blushing. Eran wasn't planning on doing anything devious, however, nothing could be said for Yang. Her mind was already planning something embarrassing and to be honest, the look that she had in her eyes frightened Jaune and Pyrrha. They decided to attempt to escape, they wouldn't succeed. Yang would continuously tease them mercilessly until they got to their dorms.

They parted ways and went to their dorms to go to bed, however, Eran couldn't sleep, he was busy thinking about his sons that were on the way to Remnant and Perturabo. How could he possibly face up against his Primarch when he was in this state, his armour couldn't even hold up against a damn swipe by an Ursa! He needed his armour back, he needed his weapons. Rogal got out of his sleeping bag and changed once he was certain that everyone was asleep and headed to the forge.

Once he was there he got onto his knees and prayed, he prayed that the Emperor sent him the metal his Auric armour was made of. The Emperor of Mankind granted his request and prayers when a blinding light filled the forge and there were now large ingots of auric-adamantium and alongside it was his blessed blade and divine bolter. Then in a sudden rush, he felt the something burn inside him, it felt like he was… growing? He was significantly taller than before, but not at his original height of 8ft 10 inches, he looked about 9ft tall. Rogal could clearly see the significant amounts of muscle that were added onto his form, he quickly prayed once more, praying to be able to repay the Emperor. But he was also now certain that he would need new sets of clothing.

Once he stopped praying his eyes quickly turned to the ingots of metal and he got to work. There was no rest for the Primarch throughout the night and his glorious, divine armour would return to him. Minus the giant eagle on his back, it really hampered his mobility and he tried to make his armour a duller shade of gold so he wouldn't stand out as much.

Once the sun rose itself into view, light spread across Vale, people waking up to go to work. However, there was a shift in the air, it felt safer as if someone was looking out for them at all times.

Back in the forge, Rogal looked at his armour, he walked up to it and started to don his armour as he did so many times before. Every time he donned a piece of his armour a shift could be felt by the space marines of the Imperial Fists and all their successor chapters. At first, when Metrios Carr and the rest of his brethren first felt their Primarch's reawakening it was faint but they were certain it was there. However, it seemed that with every passing moment that it was becoming more and more apparent, it was clearer, but still not complete.

Rogal put on his final piece of armour, strapped his Bolter to his side and in these moments space marines of his legion could feel the connection to their Primarch grow. All across the galaxy loyalist forces were being shocked, the Imperial Fists, the sons of Dorn were fighting with new resolve! Nothing, absolutely nothing could be said about this, it was a rally. The Greatest Rally the Imperium had ever seen, none could hope to compare. Chaos was being pushed back and the sons of the praetorian would lead the charge. Even, the members of the Astra Militarum could feel something in their hearts, something big was about to happen, it gave them hope, even the Death Korpsman could feel it.

Something that could change this war. All the way in Terra the Emperor's frail body, it seemed to be on the verge of death, it was heresy to speak it but all could think it, even if they abhorred it.

However, something was changing, the carrion form of their Emperor and saviour looked to be healing, glowing. The hope of the people fueling this miracle.

Rogal's eyes turned to his blade that he hadn't laid a finger on, he took steps towards it each step causing slight tremors. Rogal looked at his blade, Storm's Teeth, the massive blade daring him to take it and shed the blood of heretics. He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the blade, bringing it up and he felt a shift, he felt like his old self again. He was no Atlesian, he was not Eran Cornelius Schnee, he was a Primarch of the Imperial Fists! He was the Vigilant! He was the Praetorian! He was Rogal Dorn!

Sorry for not updating, weeks have been hectic with online classes and homework. You can expect more 5000 to 10000 word chapters, I'm trying this out so I can update more frequently as well as for it not to impair my school work.

Also, check out this Warhammer fantasy crossover Wolf and Winter by IronSaint98. It's very good!

Also, there is a link below if you want to see what colour Rogal's armour is now. BTW it is the colour of the lion head

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