Alrighty, I've thought of a way to warp the plot a bit but still keep the ultimate outcome relitivaly the same... you ready for this? Are you serious right now? You gotz to b srs face with me, r u srs face, I don't c ur srs face!
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Apologies for my shorthand...
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I stood just outside the UNSC Firebase HQ, awaiting a report from Sgt. Dempsey of Fireteam Delta; the ODST Fireteam to be exact. In the distance I could hear the girls practicing their matial combat, from the sound of it one of Anies subordinates was leading the training today... I wondered where she would have been... I then felt a tap on my shoulder...
I turned around "Anies?" I said "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be training the girls?"
"I was" she replied "But..." she hesitated "I've come for training myself..."
"You... come for training?" I asked, utterly confused "Your one of the best, why do you need training?"
Anies chuckled humorlessly "Me? The best?" she said solemnly, this was unlike her... "That means a lot coming from you..."
"And what, pray tell, does that mean?"
"I want to become like you... can you teach me to be a Spartan?"
I was shocked, me, a teacher, handling rookie marines was one thing, but this... this was a different matter entirely. I shook my head "No Anies, I'm afraid I can't teach you to be a Spartan..." she looked a bit depressed at that statement "Don't get me wrong, with adequate training and effort I think you'd make a fine Spartan, but that's just something we don't have right now, not to mention that in truth, there is allot more to it than just training..." I sighed "To become a Spartan... your body needs to... change..."
"Change?" she asked
"My strength, my speed, my endurance... it didn't all come from training alone... sure I endured nearly a decade of the hardest training of my life which helped allot but there was more to it than that... we needed to undergo... augmentations... change our bodies, our genetic structure to some extent... Spartan III's have been the least changed so far and we've had the lowest mortality rates during training."
"Mortality!?" she exclaimed
"Yeah, what was it... 30% of the Spartan III recruits die before actually setting foot on the field... the numbers were worse with the Spartan IIs... I think for them it was 60 out of 100 died before ever seeing real battle."
"What a waste..."
"Hah..." I smirked an acknowledging smirk "Veeeery few people saw it that way... but to answer your ultimate question, no, I can't train you to be a Spartan, but I can train you to be an ODST, with enough time..."
"Ok, if I was to take you up on this, where would we start?"
I didn't know how she was going to like this, but in order to make a real-working ODST, she'd have to start from scratch... "Well, if you really want to be a more capable fighter, you need to be willing to run by my playbook... think you can handle that?"
"What would it entail?"
"Technically, I can't strip your rank from you, but all fresh faced ODSTs, no matter the rank they had in previous military organizations, had their rank busted right back to private..."
"W-what!? No way I'm giving up my rank!"
"I didn't say you had to, you can still keep command of your gun squad, but in my eyes and the eyes of all UNSC personnel, you'd be seen as a mere recruit, a private, a rookie... you'd be treated like one too. And to top it off, I'm not going to go easy on you just because we are friends. All ODSTs need to go through this. If you accept the training, I'll start off as easy as I can, simply for qualification, and pre-training evaluation, then the real challenges will begin..."
Anies was silent for a while... before nodding at me "I accept..."
I nodded back at her, "Then follow me, I want to evaluate your combat skills so I can know where to start with you." I lead her to the firing range. Sgt. Stacker was training the new marines who were already showing signs of improvement.
I walked up to the weapons racks along the back of the range and picked out an M395 Designated Marksman Rifle, this was the newer version of the DMR, which I personally hated... hence I still stuck with my M392 Designated Marksman Rifle simply because it had a better feel to it... had more ammo, higher accuracy, higher rate of fire, generally better I'm my opinion... also I'm a sap for the sentimental value on this thing... it still had all my tally marks... same with my magnum and sniper...
"Ok, take a few shots down range, get a feel for the rifle..." I ordered before watching her raise the rifle with a bit of struggling...
"This thing is awkward..." she said "I don't understand how you can fight with these..."
"First off your not holding it right..." I said. She was holding the rifle butt to her cheek and holding the rifle like a pistol, her hands were shaking from the balance of the gun. I stepped behind her and re-adjusted her arms so that the butt was locked in the socket of her shoulder, her cheek rested against the center of the gun so she could look down the sights easily and moved her right hand to hold the under barrel of the gun. When I stepped back I had noticed her usually hardened expression had softened, when I looked at her to see if something was wrong her eyes faltered and I noticed she was blushing...
I mentally chuckled 'battle field romance huh?' I thought 'the only type I know...' I'd had a few friends who had a similar relationship with others... they didn't usually end well... one of them eventually died... usually ended like that... 66.6666666_% of the time...
"Focus on the enemy" I said "Ignore me for now, pay attention cuz I'm only going to say this once..." I walked over to a panel next to the entrance door to the range and hit a button for the third slot on the range and three targets of simply white and blacked targets of cardboard cut-outs of humans popped up, each target with a 25 meter spread from closest to farthest... the last target ranged at a hundred meters. (The range was underground, remember, we had lots of space to dig). However this was a fairly easy range, the DMR's ideal range set was between 300-800 meters, a hundred meters for the DMR would be considered close range, not quite CQB, but still close when compared to its ideal range. That being said, that was the official statement that came with the training to become a Designated Marksman, anyone untrained would be more than content using the DMR at a range between 5-100 meters depending on the size of the target.
Her first target she was able to take down with a clean headshot, next one with a shot to the gut, and finally after two missed shots, she hit the last one in the shoulder.
"Considering this is your first attempt, you did pretty well..." I said "I guess having priot combat experience comes in handy no matter what weapon it is your holding..." I smirked "at least you know how to operate a trigger..."
I then instructed her on how to reload, maintain and clean a gun... I then assigned the same DMR she'd used for training as her primary weapon. I also gave her a M6H Magnum (A/N: Halo 4 Variant, same with the DMR) as a side arm.
"By Brimir, this gun weighs a ton for such a small weapon!" she commented to which I chuckled.
"There's a debate going around arguing whether the M6 series is the world's largest pistol, or the world's smallest rifle... I'm still undecided honestly..."
I already knew of her physical capabilities, but that didn't mean I couldn't test her... I lead her through the base until we came to a sparing chamber in the work out rooms... I changed from my armor into my fatigues. I lead her in, which I might add, had her looking around like a cornered puppy...
"Wait... why are we here?" she asked and froze as I cracked my knuckles.
"Come at me..." I said bluntly
"What!? You'll kill me!" she exclaimed
"I'm not going to fight back, I just want to test out your arm... every ODST needs to know how to fight both at range and in melee combat whether it be with a weapon or unarmed... now take a swing at me!" I barked
"HYA!" she aimed a punch at my chest which I dodged easily, her moves were un-fluid and unpolished, she was no brawler that was for sure.
"Ok, being serious now, hit me!"
She looked at me quizzically but decided she'd be a good girl and do as she was told... taking another swing, and again, missing...
"You're too slow..." I said which miffed her and she tried to attack me again. "And predictable" I added as I blocked her punch. "You are too easily set off Anies, you need to learn to control your emotions lest they get the better of you... it's all too easy to do stupid things when you're in a bad mood... or good mood for that matter. Don't let anger and sadness alter your actions, while at the same time, don't get cocky.
She took a few more swings at me until she finally got a feel for my style, then we were able to exchange blows... or... more like she was simply able to land a few, all of which I blocked and vise versa... I wasn't going full on Spartan mode or else I'd wreck the poor girl.
Long after we'd both broken into a sweat, I said that it was enough for now. I would start her actual training tomorrow... in fact, I'd had a special game in store for her and the new recruits...
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Know what a TTR round is? No? Well... ever played paintball? Know what paintball is? Well I hope so, because that's what a TTR round is... only worse...
The new marines were fitted with full body EVA marine suits, complete with a full helmet and visor, while Anies was fitted with the signature ODST black armor and silver visor. She was lucky; normally it took months if not years before you earned your black armor. But today was special...
You see, TTR is not just a military's version of paintball... no... The TTR challenges are to simulate actual combat scenarios and situations. TTR rounds have a special blend to it, a chemical that reacts with the suit and causes it to lock down and imitate paralysation, to simulate being shot in a limb, or in the case of your head, the whole suit locked down. It also stung like a beeatch! Trust me on that one, I know...
Now, here's how the average TTR course went, we'd drop the ODSTs on some backwater mountain, and force them on a three day hike to the top, with no food, no water and little ammo. On the way we'd have instructors armed with TTR weapons of their own to hunt down the ODSTs... however, these weren't all ODST trainees, so, we went easier on them... a two day hike with one night's worth of food. Each man/woman carried with them; their primary weapon, sidearm's, knife(s), their own meals, water and a share of the survival equipment equaling about 35 kilograms give or take and each one also had a signal flare and their own ammo supply of TTR rounds. Just to make it fair, we explained the TTR rounds were made to paralyze any wild life they encountered, (It wouldn't, but it would scare them off, even if it was a bear), however, they didn't know we'd be watching them, then engaging them over the course of the next two days... I mean c'mon, please, if you 'aint got a fight then where is the challenge? Hmmm?
After we dropped them off at the bottom of the mountain selected for the course via Pelican I give them their orders, we then flew off and landed nearby, but out of sight. All instructors were ODSTs excluding myself. We all had TTR Snipers, magnums and grenades that mimicked frags. I stepped out of the Pelican as it flew off and disappeared into the distance. "C'mon soldiers, we've got recruits to hunt down." I said and led the ODSTs through the trees.
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Anies POV
The Marine Recruits and I began up the mountain, it would at least be a two day hike to the top, where we would then await pickup... over the course of my initial training I'd picked up a few words used my Alexander's military. Our current goal was to make it at least a third of the way up the mountain by night fall, then rise and shine early in the morning to continue on. I had no doubt in my mind that we were being watched by our superiors so I wanted to make sure I was performing at my best.
"Hey I'll take Point" said a large man with an M739 SAAW LMG. He looked at me and I nodded at him "Commander calls me Hardcase" he said then pointed to the rest of the Fireteam. "Snips, Cutup, Dogma, Skinny, Echo, Breach, Fives, Beefstick and Tubs"
"Weird names..." I commented
"Well they're just nicknames but they seem to have grown on us... but anyways what about you?"
"Chevalier Captain Anies de Milan." I replied... now normally a peasant would have groveled and knelt before a noble like me (despite my inability to use magic) but instead he just shrugged.
"A noble huh? I thought the UNSC didn't want any of them in their ranks?" I looked at him with confusion "Then again what do I know, I've only been here a week or two..."
"For your information... Private... I happen to be in training as an ODST!" I shot
"ODST? You mean the elites guys in black armor?"
"Those are the same!"
"Damn..."
"HEY!" exclaimed the one girl called Snips "If you guys are done arguing, we have a mountain to climb!"
I sighed in momentary defeat and rolled my eyes before following behind Hardcase as we headed up the mountain. It was quiet, far too quiet... I glanced to my left and thought I saw movement but it seemed to be nothing... I knew for a fact now that we were being watched... when I voiced this to my comrades they all took it with a pinch of salt and didn't seem to care. 'Hmmf' I thought 'just wait till the real challenge starts, then you'll wish you'd listened to me.' I thought.
As we headed up the mountain it began to get snowy. The terrain got all slippery, wet and cold as every now and then one of us would slip in the snow and get up with their teeth chattering after getting their armor soaked through... despite the fact these were a form of EVA suits... I guess they were only for training purposes... but why they'd give us these cheap suits was beyond me... I guess I'd find out later...
*Pop*
Cutup's visor exploded into a splotch of bright red, covering his vision. He fell backwards into the snow softly with a light thud.
"Cover!" I shouted and we all found a tree or rock to hide behind. I could hear voices coming from across the nearby clearing... a clearing we had to pass in order to reach the top.
"Haha! Got one!" said a human voice I recognized as Alexander's, what were they doing here!? And why were they shooting us!
A marine next to me behind my rock, Echo, popped his head up to take a look around... I heard a faint splat and he fell backwards with a muffled "Damnit", his visor covered in crimson. Then I remembered the paint guns they had given us... the paint was meant to paralyze, so this was part of the challenge!
I readied my DMR and fired into the tree line, returning to cover just as a TTR round impacted the ground next to me. Another marine, Skinny, went down with a TTR round to his shoulder and leg.
"We can't take them at this range! Most of us only have close range weapons!" shouted Hardcase
"I have an idea!" replied Fives "Hardcase and Tubs use your Squad Assault Weapons to suppress them while the rest of the team moves up!"
"Rodger!" "Affirmative!" said Hardcase and Tubs
Both of them stepped out of cover, firing in the general direction of the shooters while the rest of Fireteam Charlie and myself ran up to the next line of cover which mainly comprised of low rocks we all had to hunker down behind while laying down suppressing fire of our own so Tubs and Hardcase could join us. Then we repeated the process until those of us with assault rifles could get a bead on the instructors and began to fire directly upon them. After a moment of shooting into the tree line we noticed the shots from within had stopped, the instructors must have fallen back...
"HA! we showed 'em!" said Snips
"They'll be back" I said, and this time everyone took me seriously... however before we carried on, Beefstick , Tubs and Hardcase slung the paralyzed bodies of Skinny, Echo and Cutup over their shoulders. The next few hours went on without any attacks... thankfully...
Eventually we found a tiny clearing, enough so that we could see the stars from underneath the tree canopy...
"So how much farther you think we gotta go?" asked Skinny, whose armor had unfrozen two hours after he was shot.
"Stop whining Skinny" said Cutup "At least we're unfrozen now"
Skinny scoffed "I liked it better when we were frozen, Beefstick just carried me along, I didn't have to do anything."
"Yeah, I'm sure you liked being man handled like that..." quirked Snips.
"Shut up!" said Beefstick, Cutup and Skinny.
I rolled my eyes, what childish behaviors... I assumed the rest of the next day would be spent climbing the mountain. Assuming we didn't run into any... complications...
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We woke up in the early morning, luckily with no interference from the instructors and quickly ate our MREs before continuing along the broken trail, metaphorically speaking. As we neared another clearing we took great care to make sure we weren't walking into another ambush... and instead skirted around the edges of the clearing. It cost us valuable time but thankfully there were no instructors to worry about. however after that clearing it seemed they had taken to a new strategy... every now and then we'd get shots taken at up, never above the chest however, like they were toying with us. They'd always shoot us in the leg or arm, numbing that part of our body for a couple hours. This made our travel time even slower. Whenever we moved we'd always stick close to trees and move up in short, quick bursts of speed to reach the next one... we moved in a spread out square formation, with everyone assigned a direction to watch. The nerve racking was insufferable and my patience was wearing thin... even with our cautiousness someone would get hit now and then. Only myself, Cutup, Fives and Snips didn't get hit on the way up... speaking of which when we finally got to the near top, there was a sheer faced rocky cliff we needed to climb up freehanded... it wasn't tall so a fall wouldn't kill, but you might sprain something if you landed funny. We approached the ridge and right as we exited the trees we saw two ODSTs pop out from over the cliffs.
"Spread out! Cover!" I shouted and we all made it to cover except for Skinny and Hardcase.
Snips and Cutup were next to me... "Shit" cursed Cutup "They have snipers, the longest ranged weapons we have are DMRs but with the zoom on these we won't have enough time to get a bead on them... we need snipers!"
Then an idea popped into my head "Cover your armor with mud and snow and lay down in the snow."
"Why?" Snips asked
"Well... we need snipers right?" I said "There are still instructors behind us... right? They have snipers..."
The other two nodded and lay down with their guns thrown aside... this would only work once... so I only hoped they fell for it... then, lucky us.. Three instructors emerged from the forest and looked over our bodies. Among them was Alexander in ODST armor... holding a sniper at his side... he looked over my body.
"Did we hit these? Wait a second..." he mused and I saw him reach for his magnum, but I already had my hand on mine and I shot him in the leg and arm while Snips and Cutup took down the other three ODST instructors. We relieved them of their sniper rifles... I heard Alexander mutter. "Damnit... fooled by the oldest trick in the book..."
We quickly took aim at the ODSTs on the ridge and took them out... "Let's go! We're clear!" shouted Cutup and we all emerged and made for the cliff save for Skinny, Hardcase and now also Beefstick and Tubs... we all made it to the top and we could see a Pelican coming to pick us up... as it landed the bay doors opened and four marines with light shock batons and jet packs came out and unlocked everyone's armor... there was an odd swiftness to how they went about it that worried me... then the one called Sgt. Stacker stepped out as another Pelican came out of the sky.
Alexander climbed up here along with the other ODSTs, he rubbed his shoulder. "Sgt. Stacker, why are you here?"
"Well, Commander... we've got a problem..."
"Oh? And since when is it ever smooth sailing?" he replied
"Its forerunner..."
"WHAT?!" Alex exclaimed "Whoa whoa whoa... back up there... what was that about Forerunner?" he asked
"While you were away, Tristain's ring of Water and Albion's ring of Wind were stolen... we caught the culprit... but she only had the Ring of Wind... the Ring of Water is still missing..."
"Who was it?" I asked
"Some purpled haired girl... part of the Gun Squad of knights apparently..."
"Michelle!?" I exclaimed "Why would she do that!?"
"I don't know... but she's dead now... she fought back and we had to put her down before she hurt the Valliére sisters... Old Osmond helped us track her down by telling us the rings were imitations, knowing they weren't... fooling her into using Miss Cattleya as a scapegoat... upon failing that she fled, being stopped by one of the sisters, she attempted to attack the source of the obstacle, who was also Cattleya... she shot her in the head before she could mutter a single incantation..." explained Stacker.
"I... I don't believe it... dead...?" I muttered... "And the rings?"
"We recovered the Ring of Air and/or Wind but the Ring of Water is still out there... Fireteam Bravo and Alpha followed a faint trail away from the academy and we came upon a Covie dig-site..."
"Covie dig-site!?" Alexander exclaimed
"There was only a small force of Brutes there along with the usual grunts and jackals... nothing we couldn't handle... the Hunters were a problem though... we lost four men I'm sad to say... all from Fireteam Alpha..." Stacker sighed "I came to pick you up and bring you there, we finished securing the area but we wanted all hands on deck in case the Covies decide to mount a counter-attack... also to safe guard Tristain's Queen."
"Henrietta is there!?" Both me and Alexander exclaimed.
"You mean the small purpled haired girl with the big bust? Yeah... she's there... once we returned the ring to her and reported on what had happened she insisted on being shown the dig site..."
We all got onto the Pelicans and they took off and closed the doors...
"We haven't foud anything interesting yet but since it's Forerunner it must have something locked away in there... weapons, ammo, information, ships-"
Alexander cut Stacker off "Keys to Doomsday Weapons..." he added...
Stacker was silent for a long time "Yeah... or keys to doomsday weapons..."
That sent chills down my spine... I didn't know what they meant by doomsday weapons... but it sure didn't sound good...
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Henrietta's POV
I wandered around the Forerunner ruins in the company of several of my Knights along with a entourage of UNSC marines... one of them was a complete nut head and tech freak by the looks of it... one of the marines had explained that he was the team's second technician.
The ruins... didn't look all that ruined... the structures were white with orange lights gleaming off them... we entered one of the buildings and the doors opened automatically as I approached them, then closed once everyone was through... we entered a long hallway full of weapon crates... none of the weapons looked like weapons I knew about... they were all either purple or green with flashy lights and buttons on them...
The door at the hallway entrance opened and I saw Alexander walk through with his helmet on... he walked up to me and for a moment I thought he was going to slap me again... I flinched as he raised his hand... only to remove his helmet.
"What are you doing here?" he asked
"I wanted to know about this strange civilization you called Forerunner... I've never heard of them..."
"Well, it's dangerous here... we don't know if it is safe here or not! You should leave..."
"But..." I trailed off...
"SIR!" shouted a marine from down the hall... we all ran towards the marine who had entered a room with a glowing blue light coming from it... we entered and all our jaws dropped... the room was filled with shining blue screens and buttons... white lights and orange switches, view screens and panels lined the walls with a center column and another door on the other side of the hexagonal room leading deeper into the facility... another squad of marines joined us and had a similar reaction...
"It's a cartographer..." said the man identified as Sergeant Stacker.
"A carto-what?" one of my knights asked.
"A Cartographer!" said Alexander "A map room... it will show us... well... your world and any other Forerunner facilities on it..."
A marine walked up to a panel on the wall and hit a button, causing a round ball to appear in the center of the room... it had continents and oceans on it... showing detailed deserts, forests, and even a floating island... it was Halkenginia...
"Hmmm..." mused a marine technician "Looks like there are additional facilities in Albion, Romalia and Gallia... the largest one is in Romalia... also it looks like Germania is lacking one... and... oddly enough each facility is placed only mere kilometers from the capital cities of each country..."
"Curious..." muttered Alexander "What if... naaah... that's too farfetched... on the other hand weirder things have happened..."
"What?" I asked "What are you thinking?"
"Well I was wondering if maybe the Forerunners are related to-" he was cut off by a loud sparking from a vent in the ceiling of the room... all the marines aimed their weapons at the vent while my knights stepped in front of me.
We all heard a faint burbling as a blue light began to shine from the vent...
"Oh hell no..." said Stacker "Not another one..."
Then a small round blue orb flew out of the vent "Oh- hello!" it burbled...
"FUUUUCK!" exclaimed Stacker.
"My name it 049-Tristain... how may I help you reclaimer?" it spoke to Alexander.
"Well, figures" muttered Stacker "The Spartans always seem to be identified as the Reclaimers..."
"Um..." Alexander stuttered "How about telling us about this facility for starters."
"Oh! This is a robotic testing facility, it was built here long ago by the Forerunners as you should already know, and reactivated a few thousand years ago by... odd... his name is missing from my databanks, but I'm sure of his arrival... well... that is it was active until the robots rebelled and took the facility over until now... now you've come to reclaim the facility and destroy the robots right?"
"Robots?" Alexander asked "You're kidding right?"
"SIR!" shouted a marine from outside the door which lead deeper into the facility... Alexander went over and so did I and my guards.
"Friend of yours?" he asked
Alexander looked down at the body of a large apelike alien. "Nope... but..." the body had orange bullet holes all over it and it's face was melted and burned... "Unless what 049 said was..."
We all heard a loud warped roar and looked down the hall way to see a strange creature materialize out of orange light... it roared again... and began to shoot at us with some sort of hardened, solidified, orange light beams.
"GET OUT OF HERE!" yelled Alexander and opened fire on the metal man... me and my guards ran out of the hall and back into the room, Alexander followed us while shooting at the metal man, as well as new contact; small metal dog like creatures which also and a faint orange aura around them... a few more blasts and I heard a metallic ping which meant he was now exposed to the enemy fire...
I heard an explosion and Alexander flew back through the door... which closed and locked after him... apparently the door was made of special metal and the metal men couldn't get through...
"Alex are you alright!?" I yelped and went to check on him... he was unconscious... which was probably for the best... I wanted to cry... I started using my water magic to stabilize him...
"Shit!" exclaimed a UNSC Medic who started to treat him. "His arm is gone!" and I sobbed. His arm was completely blown off and there was... just so much blood...
"I can fix his arm up... get him a new one... but... he needs a blood donor... he's lost way to much blood, if I don't fix this up soon and get a blood transfusion he'll die..."
"I will" I said... to which my guards looked at me in shock... "If I can..."
"Hold on..." The medic injected a strange foamy substance into Alexander's missing arm hole to stem the blood flow... before pulling out a strange pad which glowed purple and waved it over my arm...
"Ok, your blood type is compatible... are you sure about this?"
I nodded...
"OK then... until further notice we're locking down this facility... in order to properly secure it we are going to need extra fire power... we will loot the Covie weapons here and then burry the facility in a shallow grave... we can dig it back up once the UNSC get here... if they get here..."
The little blue ball floated down "I told you... the robots are rebellious Reclaimer... now look, you've lost an arm to them... the Prometheans can be quite dangerous you know?"
"The Prometheans?"
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Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, it was really fun making something from scratch, I think I'll do this more often, maybe every few chapters I will break from the cannon story to tell this little halo based extra story... (Maybe my ass, I will this was fun!) I loved this chapter simply due to its originality compared with the other chapters... however I will revert back to the (generally) cannon story for another few chapters then I will return with more Halo-Halkenginia-Promethean-Covie-Forerunner plot development...
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