A Brits, a Yankee, a French and a Hun in Gallia
Back in the improvised Gallian base in the Woodland area, Squire was surveying the area to see the situation of the troops and the tanks. Most importantly, he was inspecting the situation of the freshly made Gallian airport, in order to support the various planes.
Isara had came with him just to see the new planes, becoming increasingly interested in the Spitfire. «I say lass, interested in this piece of Brrrrritish engineering?» the Spitfire asked with a satisfied look. «Well it sure looks good! I already have some good plans for my aircraft just by looking at your models! I will combine German and British engineering and create the best plane in existence! Just you wait!» she exclaimed with a happy and jumpy tone, jumping around like a little kid.
The British pilot looked un-amused. «No. No. No. I wouldn't recommend it. German and British engineering don't fit together. Besides, why coping the bloody Jerries, when you can recreate brilliant British design. Yeeees.» he responded. Isara tilted her head in confusion. «What do you mean? German engineering seems fine to me. As a matter of fact in some matter it's even bette-» she was interrupted by Squire.
«Anyway, about creating the best aircraft in the world. As a British, I would recommend not always using it. Take for example, the Stirling B Mk III.» he said, pointing several of them in one of the strips of the airport. «Those right there are the best bombers in the world! Until they stopped producing them….because they were too good! You can't have aircraft performing too well for too long….No it's not fair on the opposition otherwise.» he tried to justify the fact that they stopped producing them for…reasons.
Isara looked unamused. «You know something? You British are weird sometimes.» she commented. Hans, who was nearby, giggled at the comment. «Oh please. Naming a British bomber Stirling is like naming a French bomber Waterloo.» he commented.
Both Squire and the Spitfire pilot stood there after the burn. «Oh dear. well that was as flaming as a Flammenwerfer» the Spitfire pilot commented. «Are you trying to imply something?» Squire asked with a calm tone. «All I'm saying is, have you guys tried bombing us in daylight and come back?» Hans asked cockily.
«Well night bombing is what our bombers are specialized in. If you can't see or hear something, it's not there!» Squire exclaimed in response. «Oh ja! (Oh Yeah!) And it worked so well in Market Garden am I right?» Hans shot back. «Look mate, I would not recommend making fun at a lieutenant with Webley Revolver.» Squire responded trying to use his rank and pulling out a Webley Revolver.
«We hold the same rank!» Hans responded pulling out his Luger pistol. «GUYS! If you could please not kill each other!» Largo exclaimed after arriving at the scene alongside Rosie. «What do you mean? He's on our side! Besides I'm pretty sure this revolver doesn't even have ammunition. We probably used them all and the Gallian industry couldn't replace them. Yeees. Yeees. Yeees.» Squire commented.
Rosie looked annoyed. «Squire. If you say "yes" at the end of a phrase one more time, I will remove a bone of my choosing from your body.» she said with an angry tone. «Now now, you wouldn't attack somebody who outranks you right? Anyway, as a British, it wouldn't be gentlemen like to not listen to the requests of a woman, so I will try and not to say such three letters at the end of a sentence.» Squire responded.
Largo sighed. «Whatever. I heard that you are the guy commanding our plane squadron.» he said, pointing at the Spitfire pilot. «I am indeed. The name is Harris of the 5th British air squadron in Gallia. I've been send here to command the squadron of your team, but I expected to find Welkin Gunther to be honest.» he responded.
Isara face turned blue after hearing her brother's name. «Say Largo, did you and the squad find him?» she asked with worry. Largo shook his head in disagreement. «Nope. Sorry kid, we still haven't found them.» he responded with a sad tone. «Well, now that we have a Stirling squadron on our side, we will be able to track him down in no time!» Squire exclaimed.
«Oi mate! One of the Stirling is departing!» Jack exclaimed. «Brilliant! Now witness the greatness that is the Stirling bomber!» Squire exclaimed. The group watched at the Stirling took speed and reached the end of the airport. However, after having gained a few meters of flight, the plane crashed to the ground, it's landing gear destroyed and one of the wings damaged.
Squire kept smiling, but inside he was screaming at the scene. The rest of the squad was not amused at the scenery. The Gallians then looked at Squire with disappointed looks. «"Best bomber in the world", huh?» Isara asked serious. Largo simply started laughing. «It can't even take-off! So much for British engineering!» he exclaimed between laughs.
«Weeeelll….must be a faulty model. Or a Soviet agent that sabotaged our planes.» Squire tried to justify the scene. Rosie looked annoyed. «Let's just find our freaking commander.» she said with a serious annoyed tone.
After that…..little incident with the Stirling, the squad had started to continue its search of Welkin and Alicia, still with little to no success. «Jesus. How big is this gaw damn forest anyway! It's the Philippines all over again!» Brian exclaimed annoyed. «Well, the woods of Gallia haven't been taken care of, and as such there are still large wilderness oasis around here.» Isara responded.
«Sounds…nice I guess?» Mikalai commented. «Not really. Going anywhere is almost an impossible task. There are no roads, no railway sections, nada.» Largo commented. «Then why don't they do something about it? I mean I guess Welkin would be upset but-» Hans asked before being interrupted.
«Oh believe me they don't give two shits about nature. The nobility simply wants more money for themselves and as such make sure that they are not taxed too much. And considering that they essentially own the government since Princess Cornelia is too young…» Rosie responded.
«Oh god. Well in that case make sure that the home front is not in danger of revolution, or Gallia is gonna turn into a republic with Zealand as a demilitarized zone. I know that from experience.» Hans commented. «Just like the Weimar Republic. And I assume that Zealand is used as a Rhineland reference. I say, how would the Gallians call a possible republic like that?» Bill asked.
«Vasel republic?» Isara asked confused. «Well it would have been easier if we had the Tortoises helping us in the search.» Oscar, the temporal commander of the Edelweiss, commented. He simply received the angry glares of the entire tank crew. «Not. In a thousand years.» Isara said coldly.
«Wait! Hold on! I've spotted something. It looks like two Gallian soldiers in front of an Imperial squadron. There is almost a guy dressed in black.» Squire commented. «Then what are we waiting for!? If we don't do something, it will be the Kautla massacre all over again!» Hans exclaimed. «Or even worse a second Katyn.» Mikalai commented.
The two Gallians Squire was referring to were no other than Alicia and Welkin, surrounded by Imperial soldiers. There was even a truck with a machine gun on the back. One of the soldiers noticed a grave nearby, and recognized the Imperial helmets on top of it. «YA uznayu etot shlem! Eto prinadlezhit Mikhail Veberu! (I recognize that helmet! It belongs to Mikhail Weber!)» he exclaimed.
The Imperial commander, a man with short white hair and a pale face, looked at our heroes. «Are you the two who laid him to rest?» he asked with a serious tone. «Yes.» was all Welkin said. «Ser! V salone yest' priznaki lecheniya! (Sir! There are signs of medical treatment in the cabin!)» another soldier exclaimed.
The Imperial commander was surprised by what the soldier said. «Why then? Why did you try to save his life?» he asked the two. «He was delirious. He was crying for his mother.» Welkin responded. The Imperial commander paused for a few seconds. «Thank you. Thank you for honoring Mikhail.» was all he said.
Another pause followed. «Now you realize that I must take you as prisoners. Do not worry. I will make sure that you will be well treated until the end of the wa-» he said before being interrupted. «Morning!» it was Squad 7 who had arrived with all of their tanks.
The Imperial commander remained silent for a while. He then loudly sighed. «Net. Davay soldaty. My vozvrashchayemsya k linii Maksimiliana. (Nope. Come on soldiers. We're going back to the Maximilian line.)» he said, as he and all the soldiers got on the back of the truck, running at lightning speed.
A short silence followed. «W-why didn't you stop him?» a blonde Gallian scout, named Juno Coren asked Squire. «I don't know! Why didn't you!?» he shot back. «W-we were waiting for orders!» Juno responded. «Oh please. Since when did you guys even follow a military structure.» Bill commented.
«WELKS!» a scream of joy could be heard. It was Isara, jumping out of the tank and running toward her brother. She hug him with such strength that he almost stopped breathing. «Zus ... kan niet ademen ... te strak ... (Sis...can't breathe...too tight...)» he tried to say as he had an hard time breathing.
«Jeetje Isara, hoe zit het met mij? (Jeez Isara, what about me?)» she asked with a teasing tone. Isara blinked in surprise and released her brother, who could finally breathe. «Oh sorry. Het is gewoon ... hij is mijn broer en zo en ... (Oh, sorry. It's just...he's my brother and all and...)» she said with an awkward tone.
Alicia simply laughed it off. «Maak je geen zorgen, Isara. Ik weet. Ik plaag je alleen maar. (Don't worry Isara. I know. I'm just messing with you.)» she then said. «Well now. I say, glad that you're still alive chump. Now that we finally found Welkin, we can continue our current operation! Whatever it was» Squire commented.
«I'm afraid that we must cancel our former objective. We've found something big.» Welkin then said serious. «Really? What have you found exactly? A massive Soviet army about to penetrate our flanks?» Bill asked. «No, what we found is an enemy airport. We even heard that the Soviets are planning to do a bombing run against Randgriz.» Welkin responded.
«Oh Gott, es ist wieder Wien! (Oh god it's Vienna all over again!)» Hans exclaimed worried. «Świetny. Po prostu świetnie. Więcej kosz na chleb Mołotowa dla wszystkich, z wyjątkiem tego, że jest w Holandii. (Great. Just great. More Molotov bread basket for everybody except this time it's in the Netherlands.)» Mikalai commented.
«Bombing of the Gallian capital!? Dear god the inhumanity!» Squire exclaimed. «It's the blitz all over again.» Bill commented. «Vraiment? Ils veulent bombarder Randgriz? Qu'est-ce que c'est ça? Le blitz de Rotterdam? (Really? They want to bomb Randgriz? What's this? The Rotterdam Blitz?)» Edmond commented.
«Well that's just bloody great. It's Darwin all over again.» Jack commented. «Well let's not wait any longer chumps! Call the Stirlings! We need them fast!» Squire exclaimed. «Oh god nee. (Oh god no.)» Rosie commented pale. «Is er iets, Rosie? (Something the matter, Rosie?)» Welkin asked confused.
«Well we probably have to take that airport by force, so it's obvious you need our help. We'll get the Tortoise moving.» Oscar then commented. «Oh god nee. (Oh god no.)» Welkin then said pale.
The squad had reached a small forest area nearby the massive Imperial/Soviet airport, where the VVS was stationed. «Right, there is the Imperial/Soviet airport. This battle is of critical importance, for the safety of Randgriz.» Welkin communicated to his squad.
«Zal alle respect hebben, mijnheer, er lijkt een groot aantal Imperialen / Soviet vechtwagens in het gebied te zijn. Hadden we niet op de Tortoises moeten wachten? (Will all due respect sir, there seems to be a large number of Imperial/Soviet tanks in the area. Shouldn't we have waited for the Tortoises?)» his gunner asked.
«Oh ja natuurlijk! We hadden helemaal moeten wachten tot die dingen naast de Keizer aankwamen met een overwinningsparade op een ellendige Randgriz. Jij idioot! (Oh yeah, of course! We should have totally waited for those things to arrive alongside the Emperor having a victory parade on a wretched Randgriz. You idiot!)» Welkin responded, angrily in the last part.
«Well then. Question is, how do we take it? We still have the element of surprise on our side, so it's obvious that storming in is not going to work. So I propose-» Squire said before being interrupted by an Imperial shell almost hitting his tank. «Oh come on! We were so well hidden! How did they see us!?» Squire exclaimed.
«We might be slightly guilty for that….» Isara commented. «Our element of surprise has been destroyed! It's the first Aceh expedition all over again! Where's the air force!» Welkin exclaimed. «I say Welkin, have some patience. I'm sure that the Royal force will be here in any moment!» Squire responded.
«Laten we ons terugtrekken in gemakkelijker verdedigbare posities baas. (Let's just retreat in more easily defensible positions boss.)» Rosie commented. However, as she said that, our squadron of brave planes composed by Phillip He 111 H-3 squadron, Alessandro CR.42 squadron, Nigel Lancaster B Mk I squadron, Christopher P-47D-28, Harris Spitfire Mk Vb in his tropical camouflage and the Stirling B Mk III squadron.
Alongside them was another plane, a Fw 190 A-5 giving them support as a fighter. «Well now. I can only assume this is the airport Welkin talked about.» Nigel commented. The battle of Woodland airport was about to begin.
Inside one of the tends of the airport, the Imperial commander that Alicia and Welkin met looked worried. «Chert voz'mi! Oni zdes'! Razvernite samolet! Oni ne dolzhny brat' aeroport! (Damn it! They are here! Deploy the aircraft! They must not take the airport!)» he exclaimed.
An Imperial soldier arrived there in a hurry. «Ser! Vrazheskiy samolet zdes'! (Sir! The enemy aircraft is here!)» he exclaimed worried. «O, bozhe, eto Gor'kiy snova i snova, za isklyucheniyem togo, chto na etot raz ikh bombardirovshchiki mogut vzletet'! (Oh for god's sake it's Gorky all over again except this time their bombing devices can freaking fly!)» he exclaimed back.
Meanwhile, several of the Soviet aircraft had took off from the airport. Those were La-9, La-7, Yak-3, Yak-9 and some I-153. In front of them was the pink Yak-9 of Talina. «Ne pokazyvay im poshchady! Dlya tsarya! (Show them no mercy! For the Tsar!)» she exclaimed.
The lack of cheering showed her that she did not use the right term. «I proletariat! Opredelenno proletariat! (And the proletariat! Definitely the proletariat!)» she then exclaimed, gaining the cheering of the entire squadron. The various Soviet planes managed to gain altitude, and the ones who were not being engaged by the Allied fighters were near the bomber formation.
«I say, that Yak-9, I recognize it! It's the one who leaded that fighter squadron yesterday night!» Harris exclaimed. «That being said, where is that German 109? We could really use his help here.» Alessandro commented. «He said that he was going back in the capital for a change of engine. I've already changed it a while ago. And don't worry, we will try to avoid a second Greece. For both of us it didn't go that well.» Harris commented.
Some of the La-9 and La-7 tried an attack to the Stirlings, but were luckily repelled by their machine guns. «I say, a rather lucky serie of shots, right?» one Stirling gunner asked the other. «I must say so. How about a good hold handshake.» the other responded.
The La-9 and La-7 tried to swarm the bomber formation as the fighters were too busy with the other hordes of planes. However, some of them were taken down by the machine guns of the gunners of the bombers. As they felt from the sky, the Jericho siren could be heard. For some reasons.
However, before the bombers could chant victory, Talina's Yak-9 managed to shot down the pilot of one of the Stirlings, and destroying the engines of the bombers causing it to explode. The smoke confused several of the other Stirlings. «Oh bugger! Smoke! It's pitch black in here!» one of the Stirling pilot exclaimed.
Meanwhile, on the ground, the Imperial/Soviet forces defended by using anti tank guns, tanks and infantry. Several of the Gallian infantry were almost hit in the firefight. «Ok, I'm going to be honest here. How are they getting better and better as time passed while we still are on the same level as the start!?» Alicia angrily complained.
«I wouldn't be surprised. We are performing too well, [so the game is increasing its difficulty-]I mean, the Imperials are sending better troops wherever we are.» Bill responded. Suddenly, however, the whole team was shocked to see an IS-2, charging toward their direction.
«Oh shit. We're screwed.» Welkin commented. «You pretty much summed up what we said at Kursk.» Hans commented. «Or us at the Ardennes.» Edmond commented. «Or us on the border in general.» Mikalai then commented. «All right fellas! Take that fucking thing out!» Brian exclaimed, as the various infantry and tanks started firing at the IS-2, who bounced all of the shots.
« Kha! Trebuyetsya gorazdo bol'she, chtoby unichtozhit' moshch' stalinskogo IS-2! (Ha! It takes a lot more to destroy the might of the Stalinium-made IS-2!)» the Soviet tank commander exclaimed, before a bomb dropped near his tank. «Oh….Blyat.» was all he said before the bomb blew up.
The one who dropped the bomb was no other than Christopher P-47. «YEEHAW! USA USA USA USA!» he exclaimed as he picked up altitude. Meanwhile, back in the sky, one Yak-3 had managed to get on a higher elevation than a bomber squadron. And he had an idea. An awful idea.
« V Sovetskoy Rossii Stirlings ne bombit Yak-3. Yak-3 bomba Stirlings! (In Soviet Russia, Stirlings don't bomb Yak-3. Yak-3 bomb Stirlings!)» he said, as he started diving at the formation, in order to "bomb" the Stirlings. But before he could commit his plan, the pilot was killed by the bullets of a rather ancient looking aircraft.
«YEEEHAW! [Ye think ye saw the last of me in the gaw damn fanfiction? Well think again fellas! 'Cause Noah's here! YEEEHAW!]» the OS2U-3 pilot, Noah, exclaimed. «I say old chump. How did you even get here?» Harris asked. «American engineering!» Noah responded, causing the Fw pilot to giggle.
«[More like plot armor, if you ask me.]» Alessandro commented. «What was that fella!?» Noah asked angrily at the Italian. «[Look. Just don't deny it. We're all using it one way or the other. Otherwise how the hell could I be still alive as a CR.42?]» he justified himself.
Talina's Yak-9 was in a lower altitude than the other planes, and the Fw pilot noticed. «[Speaking of plot armor, I've got an idea!]» he exclaimed, as he dived toward Talina's plane. «You won't get out. Not when you dive at 300 knots.» Nigel commented.
«Do not worry. [I've seen the movies, and for once we Germans too have plot armor!]» he exclaimed. He dived toward her at high speed, forcing her to go near the ground. as she pulled up, he literally ripped off the gear level. While in a movie this would result in the plane doing an impossible take off, in this case, his plane was greatly damaged and ended up ramming the Imperial/Soviet defenses.
«[So….does that mean that we Germans don't have plot armor?]» Hans asked. «[Huh. Beats me mate.]» Jack commented. «Guys look! There's a breach in the line!» Juno exclaimed. «Oh god not another Stalingrad!» Hans exclaimed desperate. «Retreat! Protect the interior!» Edmond exclaimed too.
«What the-NO! Not in our lines, in theirs!» she exclaimed exasperated. «Huh. I've noticed it too. Would have been faster if we had a Matilda. Anyway, charge!» Squire exclaimed. The remaining Imperial/Soviet forces looked in panic as Squad made a charge against their position.
«Eto NE vyglyadit khorosho. (This does NOT look good.)» one of the Imperial soldiers said. However Squire tank stopped not firing a shot after the squad reached a certain distance. «Squire….what the hell are you doing?» Alicia asked annoyed. «Now now, let's try to have some manners. Just because we are at war does not mean we can abandon our gentlemen behavior. Besides the Geneva convention clearly states that if an enemy is to surrender, they are not to be killed.» Squire responded.
«What do you mean? We haven't surrendered yet!» one of the Imperials exclaimed. «Well ye better! Or we'll give ye fellas hell!» Brian exclaimed. «Never! By continuing the fight here we are tying you down, just as our air force is tying your bombers and fighters up in the sky. Soon, Randgriz will be in ashes!»a Soviet officer exclaimed.
« Ich kann nicht glauben, dass wir so viele Ähnlichkeiten mit Stalingrad haben. Zumindest schneit es nicht. (I can't believe we're having so much similarities to Stalingrad. Well at least it's not snowing.)» Max commented. However, much to the disappointment of the Imperial/Soviet forces, the bombers had arrived.
Their massive payload was released against the airport. Many Soviet bombers were destroyed in the attack. A raid against Randgriz seemed impossible now. «You were saying?» Brian asked cockily. «There….might have been an overestimation of the VVS. We'll make sure to execute the coward who ordered the retreat.» the Soviet officer said.
« Na samom dele, my poluchili novosti ot Talina. Ona skazala, chto eto Maximilian prikazal otstupit'. Po-vidimomu, na nikh napadayet yeshche odin bombardirovshchik. (Actually, we've received news from Talina. She said it was Maximilian who ordered the retreat. Apparently they are being attacked by yet another bomber formation.)» an Imperial soldier then said.
« Podozhdi, ty ser'yezno?! (Wait, are you serious!?)» the Soviet officer asked shocked. «How many bombers do you guys have!?» an Imperial officer asked. «Oh believe me, if you think that they have lots of bombers, just wait to see their tank numbers.» Hans responded.
«So, what will it be? I must say, it would be wiser for you, to just surrender-» Squire then said, before being interrupted. «Hey cheese fuckers!» a voice could be heard from the airport. It was the Imperial commander, who had a grenade on his hand. «Lights out!» he exclaimed, as he threw the grenade toward our heroes.
It was a gas grenade, and soon the whole area was covered in fog. « Verdammt! Rauch! Ich kann nichts sehen! (Damn it! Smoke! I can't see a thing!)» Hans exclaimed, being unable to see. Meanwhile, the Imperial/Soviet soldiers managed to run toward the airport, where the commander was waiting them on a truck.
«On dolzhen byt' dostatochno bol'shim, chtoby vmestit' vsekh vas. Teper' idi! (It should be big enough to contain all of you. Now go!)» he exclaimed. «No kak naschet vas, ser !? (But what about you, sir!?)» one of the Imperial soldiers asked worried.
« YA naydu vykhod. I yesli ya etogo ne sdelayu, eto byla chest' dlya tebya. (I'll find a way out. And if I don't, it was an honor commanding you.)» he responded, before giving him the military salute. The soldier replied with another military salute, and soon the truck was off.
Deep inside he knew he could not escape, but he wanted to give hope to that soldiers. However, he noticed that our heroes were not coming yet. «{They sure are taking their sweet time, huh?}» he thought to himself.
Meanwhile, returning to our squad.
«What do you mean wait for the fog to pass away!? We still have a chance to capture them!» Hans exclaimed angrily. «Hell no! I ain't having 'nother friendly fire incident!» Brian exclaimed. «Besides, fog is never good when advancing. Just look how things went on Market Garden.» Squire continued.
Meanwhile back to the Imperial commander.
While our squad remained still, he did notice a Yak-3 with no one inside. He also noticed that the bombers had not yet bombed that airport line. «{That being said…that might be my way out!}» he exclaimed, as he sprinted toward the plane. Soon, he was inside. «{Well it can't be that complicated. Just like a bike! With a lot of buttons and levers and numbers. I can read what it says, at least.}» he commented mentally.
However, before he could possibly get the hand on it, he noticed the bombers squadron above him. He gulped in shock at the sigh, as they dropped their payload.
Back to our squad, the smoke was finally gone, and they could move again. «Ah, much better!» Brian exclaimed. «I swear to god, if they got away, you're a dead man!» Welkin exclaimed angrily. «Guys! Look over there! There's a Soviet plane! And I think that they guy inside is the one who tried to capture Welkin and Alicia before!» Isara exclaimed.
«Well he won't get far. Our bombers are dropping the payload all over that airfield. I say, we will have his corpse and tea time by afternoon!» Squire exclaimed. «It's morning!» Alicia exclaimed. «Not for long, that is.» Bill then commented.
Meanwhile, as the bombs were dropped and exploded on the airfield, our brave Imperial commander managed to dodge the explosions and move forward while emitting vocalizations that could be identify as very "manly" screams. If you get the irony of the term manly that is.
Finally, after dodging more bombs and explosions, he managed to take off breathing heavily. He had managed to get away. « Slava bogu i vsem svyatym na nebesakh! VVS, u menya yest' bol'shiye vremena! (Thank god and all the saints in heaven! VVS, I own you big times!)» he said with an euphonic tone.
He still had to dodge the possible fighters that might intercept him, but all of that seemed a joke compared to what he pulled off right now.
Meanwhile on the ground, the same feeling of joy could not be felt. «YOU BASTARD! YOU COCKSUCKING, FARMER FUCKER BOMB DODGING BASTARD!» Squire screamed angrily at the Imperial commander. «Curse you Stalin and ye gaw damn bomb dodging planes!» Brian exclaimed angrily too.
«How did he even do that!? That's bullshit!» Largo exclaimed angrily. «I want to say that I told you, but this is freaking bullshit!» Welkin exclaimed. «Look. Getting angry isn't going to change anything. We got the bloody airport, that's what matters. Guess we'll repair it eventually. When, I don't know. Let's just call it a bloody day.» Jack commented.
Squire sighed. «Well I suppose the Aussie has a point. Tea and chocolate brownies everybody?» Squire asked. «Say, we never had the chance to try my baguettes, right?» Alicia commented. «Wow you're actually right! Let's head back to base-» Edmond said before being interrupted by the arrival of the Tortoise tanks.
They did not utter a single word. «Let me guess, we're bloody late again, am I right?» Oscar asked. «I really need to change your engines.» Isara commented. «I assume that we have to go back to base am I right? well we better move before the VVS decided to change its ideas regarding retreats.» Oscar then said.
The whole squad paled. « Oh god ... we moeten ze terug escorteren ... (Oh god…..we got to escort them back...)» Welkin said desperate. This was going to be a looong way back to base.
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