Knight Takes Kingpiece

by Twisted Fate MK 2

Jaune Arc must return home and gather his strength, to stand against all comers. Ozpin, Salem, Adam, Ironwood. From Vale, to Atlas and beyond, Jaune is done being used, manipulated, and taken to do other's will. Now? His future is his own. Uncaring for titles like Hunstman, he will protect what is his. No matter the cost.

2. The Knight's First Move

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The Arc Hall, or the Arc Fire Hall, was the meeting point for the Arc clan, a wide horseshoe shaped black leather couch with a matching horseshoe table in the middle of it and another, smaller couch on the other side, the couches covered in furs supplied from the hunters in the area. The dark oaken table was reinforced along the legs with the cheap iron from the area, too impure and weak to use in weapons and armor but plenty strong for making basic furniture. Lights dotted the table's surface, warmly glowing glass bulbs atop candlesticks fashioned in an older style, matched by the chandelier hanging from above. On the outer side of the inner horseshoe couch were more seats, carved wood with padded fur on either side of a smaller couch the same style as the chairs, wide enough for five people to sit on it with a short coffee table in front of it, between it and the dark stone hearth. Thicker carpeting covered the floor here in a dark brown with swirling golden patterns, the bookshelves and other assorted pieces placed along designed to serve as 'pots' for the vine-like patterns.

Jaune sat on the innermost couch, Neo curled up next to him in a thick fur blanket she loved with her legs hanging over his lap, the blonde man rubbing her outer thigh with his thumb idly, the girl smirking at him with her legs comfortably propped up by the arm of the couch. His father dragged a chair close to the hearth, watching the fire crackle and stoking it, with his mother in a chair on the other end of the couch he sat on. Alicia sat next to her, legs folded under her on the couch and reading quietly. Jaune's breastplate lay on the couch on Neo's other side, the girl propping herself up with it and layered furs like a pillow.

He took his time, explaining everything in detail to them and answering their questions as they came. And, to their credit and his surprise, the only interruption came from Alicia, when he mentioned Pyrrha as his partner. The silence stayed until he mentioned the Maiden, and his father had to interrupt.

"Who would possibly believe that?" His father interrupted, guffawing loudly and slamming a hand on his knee, "The bloody damn Queen of Grimm, and she wants to sleep with you? Hah!" "A good story, at the least."

"It's a lot… more complicated than that, dad." He sighed, looking at the fire as he thought back on Salem. "Her emotions… She may not have understood the yearning, but she's not after some screw. She's lonely, all alone at the top of the world for eons. I don't know how, but she intends for me to join her up there, on that mountain."

"You must admit that your story is... " His mother seemed to search for words, "Deceptive, clearly fake, untrue, but why would he say such a blatant lie?" "Hard to just… believe. Half of it on its face challenges the very core of the world as we know it."

"And how do you think I reacted to it?" He asked simply, "First Amber under Beacon, then Ozpin wanting to basically weaponize me against…. I don't even know, really, he didn't tell me everything. My point is you're having trouble believing it, imagine having to live it. Why would I say something that you just thought of as 'clearly fake' and 'a blatant lie'?"

"How did you-"

"Know what you were thinking?" Jaune finished for his mother with a smirk, "I told you, I can read minds. Pyrrha has Maiden power as does Cinder, on my Atlesian warship. Ozpin is… Dead, I think, so I can't prove that, and we are not going to see Salem. So, dad, do what I know you're thinking and have security double check what I'm saying. Or, now that I said that we can go there ourselves."

"Fine. Just fine. How about we go and see these people you brought then, hm?" His father suggested sarcastically, standing and looking at his wife's calm face for a moment. "Stay with the twins, keep an eye on them. Make sure they study the way they should." "Someone like him isn't safe to be around…"

"Neo can stay here too. Rest up." She pouted at him cutely, hurling curses at him mentally, and he smirked and gave her a peck on the cheek. Neo responded by flailing as he stood and turned to deposit her on the couch, wrapping her in the warm furs affectionately. "Sorry, but the doctor did say you needed to rest whenever I could help it."

"I'll bite you if you try to kiss my cheek again." She threatened when he leaned in, the blonde chuckling and backing away with his hands in the air in mock surrender. Sparing a glance at his damaged breastplate, it took real effort to leave it behind. "Bring food!"

"I will." He answered Neo's demand, his father raising an eyebrow as he joined the man at the start of the hallway. "Neo wants food, asked me to bring some back for her. She might be small, but Dust be false if she can't put away food like you can."

"Hmph." The titan of a man grunted, Jaune following behind him while he thought through everything he'd been told. Jaune could have defended himself against the accusations and suspicions, could have argued with him and used that to prove his claims at least as far as his Semblance went. But…

But he refused to, he found. And that brought some comfort to the young knight, that he was still willing to risk a loss for something like avoiding manipulating someone. Regardless of how important things were, he was still able to put a person's right to their own mind ahead of his own needs and wants.

Now he just had to hope to whatever gods that be that Karma was a thing.

"So." His father started as they walked through the streets, ignoring the crowds as they parted around them, on their way to trade, mine or purify the materials. A few Atlesian scouts, resting before returning to their base further out towards the ocean, milled about idly on their way to the huntsman lodge before leaving again. "She's your... Fiance, eh?" "The hell did that happen?" "How'd you two, you know… Meet. You never mentioned it, not in any detail, and if she's to be an Arc…"

"Remember the assassin I mentioned? She… poisoned Pyrrha and kidnapped me, for Salem? Well, for Cinder, but on Salem's orders or… At her wishes, I guess?" He shrugged, his father staring at him like he'd grown a third head along with the second as soon as he'd made the link. "What?"

"So she kidnapped you and you want to marry her?" "Daft, crazy, horny bastard…" Jaune nodded at the question, and the man shook his head. "Well, at the least, you're certainly crazy enough to be a Huntsmen. Wait, isn't Cinder with you?"

"I… used my Semblance's effect to brainwash her, kinda." Jaune sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as they approached the gate and the guards saluted while it groaned open. "I didn't want to but it was the only way to win and not tip off Salem. If Cinder never reported in and my ship showed up on the continent's perimeter, she'd have sent her dragons or something."

"The same woman who wants to sleep with you?" He asked skeptically, Jaune shrugging and sighing.

"Yeah, kind of didn't know that at the time. I only found out after we all showed up to the suicide mission to kill her." His father grunted, clearly waiting for more on that, and Jaune shrugged. "What? Fighting Grimm is Huntsman's duty, and we were a ship full of them. And we knew where the Queen of the Grimm was. The chance to end all this…"

They left that there when they approached his ship, one of the drones milling about defensively approaching the duo with a rifle in its hands, "Arc, Jaune. Perimeter secured, liftoff possible when desired."

"Send for Pyrrha and Cinder, tell them my father wants to meet them." Jaune ordered, the drone buzzing a reply and sending the message along to a closer one to handle the order. "How is the forest nearby?"

"Minimum Grimm activity. They are avoiding our units as we secure the perimeter of the landing area and fortify it with timber." The drone reported, "Would you like us to engage them?"

"No." Jaune answered quickly, shaking his head and looking at his father.

"The Grimm are acting strange, avoiding rather than attacking the droids." He observed, dissatisfied by the implication. "Why would they act that way? It's not normal…" He looked at Jaune for a moment, and Jaune looked back with his arms crossed, damaged arm pieces and dented shoulder pads still on his arms and an image of the rent and scarred breastplate flashing through his mind, coupling with the Grimm not even trying to attack the droids in their territory… "Shit, son."

"Jaune!" Pyrrha called brightly as she swiftly descended the ramp, shuffling her feet in an awkward run down the slanted surface in her heels while Cinder followed behind, far more reserved. She came to a stop in front of Jaune's father, the massive man's bare chest intimidating for anyone. "Far too bulky for my tastes, Jaune. I much prefer the new and improved version." Except her, it seemed. "Sir. You're Jaune's father, I presume?"

"You do so correctly, Miss." He answered, polite and full of exuberance at the girl. Even if it was partially forced, he still warmed the room. Er, area actually, he supposed. "And you have to be Pyrrha, right? Jaune told me a lot about you and your…" he paused to regard Cinder, making her way down the ramp far more elegantly with a hand on her hip and her off hand hanging relaxedly, "Friend?"

"It is a pleasure to meet my master's father." Cinder said coolly, practically purring the words and offering him a hand to shake when she had reached them. He hesitantly shook it, and she turned to Jaune, "Are things going well, Master?"

"Master?" "Uh, Jaune… I have a question." His father asked, as Jaune could have expected, turning to look at him and gesturing at her with a jerk of his head. "Your, uh, friend has a neat, um, nickname for you." "what Kinda kinky shit are you all into, Oum above…"

"N-Nothing like that, dad!" He yelled in surprise, the two women raising their eyebrows at him curiously. "We're not into anything kinky, relax."

"Quite. I offered myself to Master and he refused me in favor of Neo. I suppose he likes her figure a bit more than mine." His father blinked at the woman, slowly turning to Jaune as his eyebrows climbed his forehead, and Jaune sighed when Cinder added. "What?"

"What the hell is even going on..." His father said, sighing weakly and turning, "Fine, let's go get your criminal friend out of the cells. You can all stay, until I think up what to do next." "Complicating things, as usual, Jaune…"

"Roman was imprisoned, Master?" Cinder asked politely, the two trailing behind them with some space between the women. Enough to concern Jaune, given then tension Pyrrha felt between the two of them. He nodded, and she smirked, "Well, at least he feels at home here already."

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Beath the Town Hall of Ansel, a small jail had been dug out and placed. Secure enough for almost everyone that Ansel itself would have to incarcerate, with thick iron bars and cells lining each wall on either side of the door leading in, the simple wooden beds and tables. Simple, workable, a testament to being made for necessity on the frontier. A place where everything was built for a purpose, and nothing was wasted todo it.

Of course, Roman had been forced into one, with an aging guard sitting at a simple work desk in the middle of the room, working on reports and generally watching him, and resisted barbing the old man. Or breaking down the cells, these pathetic iron things couldn't hold someone with Aura. Honestly, did these people even have something for them to deal with Huntsman with? So Roman lay there, back starting to ache as the simple bed wore on it, fluorescents bothering him enough that he eventually rolled his hat off his head and onto his face and puffed at the cigar that the guard had demanded he put out, though done nothing about when he ignore him.

Hearing the entry door open, the metal thing clanging loud enough to have woken him were her asleep easily, he turned his head and cracked an eye open, Jaune and his massive father approaching the cell quietly.

Well, aside from the thudding of the older Arc's massive Gods damned feet.

"Kid. Old man of the kid's." He drawled in a faux-tired fashion that he knew fooled precisely no one, kicking his feet a bit as he turned and sat up on the edge of the bed. "Take it you're here to interrogate me?"

"Jaune told me his whole story. Didn't believe him, it was so… Insane that I couldn't quite buy it as being the truth." The man chuckled when Jaune rolled his eyes and sighed, as though suffering a great deal of something. Likely annoyance, given Roman's disposition currently. "I…" He spared Jaune a glance, grimacing as he realized what Roman had begun adjusting to, "I still can't buy it. But at least most of it has to be true, and he's my son. And, if that much is true, then you saved his life. Why?"

"For purely selfish reasons, I assure you." He said with a wide, flamboyant shrug, throwing his arms open and holding his palms up with a smirk. When neither twitched, Jaune raising an eyebrow, he sighed. "Fine, fine, ruin my fun why don't you… Cinder had me by the balls, and I knew how our deal ended. I saw an out and took it."

And damn if that hadn't worked out. Out from under Cinder, Salem off his heels - at least supposedly, he still had questions for the smitten Spartan student-turned-Maiden - and now he was looking at a life scott free of his worries. All thanks to Neo bending over a table and letting someone hit it, and if he'd know that, he would have tried to-

Jaune coughed into his palm, crossing his arms, and Roman laughed it off, "Sorry, kid, just my train of thought' derailing as always and piling through the pedestrians that are my hopes and dreams." Turning back to the larger, elder Arc before they could even think of commentings, he continued, "Long and short, started out selfish. Neo fell for the psychic little shit you spawned, and now I'm stuck with him. Can't leave Neo, she won't leave him so, I can't either. Simple, see?"

"Can we trust him?" The elder Arc asked Jaune with an exasperated and simultaneously highly agitated tone, massive arms crossed over his chest.

"As long as you have something he wants."

"As long as you have something I want." The two stared at each other for a couple seconds when they answered simultaneously, and Roman was the first to speak. "Kid, do me a favor, don't fucking do that. Hard enough to wrap my head around you without you being in it at the same time, yeah?"

"Sorry, Roman. My... I never named that, actually." Jaune realized suddenly, blinking at the thief as the realization dawned. Looking at his father to explain, "I can… read people, when they talk, fight, whatever. And kind of… copy them, if I don't try too hard to do it. I just sort of… pick up on it and use it."

"Osmosis, in biology at least." Roman offered, getting a strangely surprised look from the two blondes. He approached the cell door and leaned against the railing next to it, "What? Just because I'm a damn thief, I have to be an idiot? I will have you know, I was top of my class in science and mathematics. Both very handy tools for an aspiring thief. Bombs, running figures, managing things like that requires a good grasp on things and you wouldn't believe how often my studying botany has been useful."

"Botany?" Jaune asked in surprise, Roman chuckling.

"Yeah, out in the field, ate little safehouses in small settlements and stuff like that?" He clucked his tongue and shook his head, eyebrows raising, "Be surprised how eager some people are for a trained botanist. Help 'em, figure out farming schedules, maybe show 'em some good forage in the area. That kind of thing. They paid pretty good, sometimes in Lien. Other times, room and board. Sometimes a particularly desperate place would offer up a few choice ladies."

The two gave him unimpressed looks and he shrugged, "What? Where else am I going to find pretty young things to have a night out with? Besides, it was rare. And I always asked in private if they were actually okay with everything. Usually left some Lien or something else extra for 'em too. I'm a thief, not a bastard. I might have been up for a roll in the hay, maybe steal some virtues, but I'm not going to let someone get forced into that."

There was a pause before Jaune tilted his head, "He's telling the truth, actually. He means what he's saying completely, and nothing in his head betrays any hint of making up anything."

"In my head again~" Roman singsonged with an irritated sigh, "Keep it up and I will buy Neo a bullwhip."

Jaune froze.

Jaune's father turned to look at him.

Roman smirked.

"Don't joke like that." Jaune whispered weakly, turning to his father, "Can you… Let him out now?"

"Yeah, I guess he's not too much of a threat." The older man said, turning to the guard, "Oi! Let him out." He turned back to Roman, nodding politely, "My man will bring you to the Hall shortly and we'll discuss what comes next for everyone involved in… This, whatever you want to call it. The name is Jacques Arc."

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Jaune returned to his seat, Neo plopping her legs across his lap a bit more forcefully than strictly necessary, and both Pyrrha and Cinder walking a bit quicker than normal in an effort to sit closer to him by Neo's head. Pyrrha won that race and, smirking victoriously, watched Cinder stalk past her and ease onto the arm of the couch, laying her arm along the back of the couch and leaning towards Jaune with a satisfied smile and a bust a bit closer than he liked. Wisely, Roman plopped onto the couch behind him, reclining on it to listen to them talk.

Neo found it hilarious, especially when Pyrrha huffed and crossed her arms, "Pathetic, vain seductress." "Sitting on the arm… Simply improper."

"I wish to be seated next to Master." Cinder said simply with a hand across her stomach, the fingertips brushing against his shoulder, relaxing further and smirking at Pyrrha. Jaune noted his mother and Alicia both stiffen and look to his father for an answer, the massive man simply shrugging and shaking his head as though to say 'nothing for it.' "I was simply clever enough to think of it. Don't blame me, learn from me. Be cleverer than your opponent." She spared him a glance when he looked up at her, past her bust, and she inclined her head at him respectfully. "Regardless of the place, this is a valuable learning tool, Master. Don't intervene."

"Girls, spare everyone the drama." He ordered sternly, the two omen balking at the hard tone and sharp eyes he shot at them. Pyrrha blinked and flushed, looking at her lap, and Cinder flinched away slightly, pulling her chest far enough away from Jaune for him to relax. "Mom, Alicia, I'll explain Cinder in more exact detail later, I promise. For now, though…"

"We have things to discuss." He looked at Alicia, raising an eyebrow, "Huntsman business. Not civilian. Go and keep the twins company and under control. They must be nearing the end of their assignments, and they can't come in here and interrupt us." "Even if they just want to see Jaune."

Sighing, Alicia rose and followed her mother out. Jaune at least waited until they were gone before giving in to the urge to argue, "They had every right to stay and talk about this too. It involves them."

"The strong become leaders, Huntsman and soldiers. The weak are civilians, to be protected and sheltered in all cases and without malice." Jacques qouted, retaking his seat by the fire and sighing at the pleasant warmth. "The Arc creed, older than Ansel itself, and it has served us and those under us well. When you're the head of the family, assuming you beat out your sisters, you can be rid of it if you want. I will not, and you will respect that. Especially seeing as you want us to take you in as guests, after everything, as I am sure you need."

Jaune couldn't argue that, sliding a hand up and down Neo's thigh unconsciously. A gesture more of comfort and recognition than anything, and hidden under her enough that no one could even tell. "Fine then. What do you think we should do about… Everything?"

"Honestly?" He asked with a heavy sigh, shaking his bearded head and scratching at his beard absently. "I have no idea, beyond playing a waiting game and seeing what happens. I won't report Roman being here, and I'll order my people against it, but someone may let the word out anyways. And that's beyond anyone from Beacon and Atlas looking for you, Jaune. You'll need to lie low for a while, here is safer than most places."

He'd known that already, of course, but at least he knew he had permission then. "Not many options I guess..." Jaune agreed, shrugging lightly, "What do you want us to do, though? I have a warship, drones… I could make a major difference, around here, you know?"

"Nothin'." "People wouldn't take kindly to what looks like Atlas stealing their work." His father said simply after a second, shrugging his mighty shoulders. "Walls secure, farms are staffed fully, mines are running like clockwork."

"We do need income though, unless you want me and Neo to start robbin' places…" Roman said simply, the meaning clearer to everyone but Jaune when he started puffing on a cigarette.

They needed income to maintain things, to keep things running and financed. The ship needed fuel and ammo, the droids did too, as well as maintenance for both. Not to mention money for himself, and his people now that he had people under his control... "We need income, and a lot of it, for my ship and my droids as is."

"I'll see what I can do." His father sighed, "No promises can be made though, you know that. The ways things are in the world..." "Especially out here…" "All I can promise is to do my best to get you something profitable to do."

"Maybe cargo hauling?" Cinder suggested coolly, "The ship has a large hold and good engines. Does the Arc family have a shipping company under its name?" "Of course not, their Huntsmen."

"No, we're fighters." His father answered simply, "Anyone can't fight runs the house and financing."

"Then we'll do that." Jaune said, smiling widely and looking to Neo when she yawned involuntarily. "It's getting late though. We should probably wrap up for now, right, dad? I'd hate to keep you any longer than I already have."

He nodded, "Yeah, go back to your ship for now. I'll see about getting some goods to you." "Normally contract out transport of the size we need…" "Might take a week or so, though. Do you have the Lien to keep running until then?"

"No, we do not." Roman sang, hands gesturing at the sky, "Sadly, with the evil queen of the damned, magical girls and big black monsters, we forgot to check on our severance packages. Well, not really, but the severance packages they offered were a bit… Rude. Especially for me, I like my head where it is."

"Yes, it's much better than the alternative." His father growled, shaking his head. "Get out of here then, I'll send word when I have something." "If I have something, more like…"

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"Our son has some… interesting acquaintances." Jacques grunted an affirmation to his wife's words, staring into the fire as he thought. "We have a large quantity of Dust in storage that needs to be shipped, and our previous supplier is… Not usable."

Swarmed by Nevermore over the water between he continents, much to the loss of several settlements along the coast. Jacques had told him a thousand times not to travel alone in that freighter of his, it couldn't move well enough and its defense guns were shite against anything smaller than a Giant Nevermore… And now he was out a main supplier.

"I know." Jacques sighed, "I'm deciding if I should trust him with all of it. He stole from us, ran away, lied to people where he went… And comes right back here, like he didn't do anything wrong."

"Maybe he didn't." She said simply, the man turning a scowl at her that she smirked at and did nothing else. "You always said, might makes a Huntsman. Yet here he is, stronger than many and with a litany of accomplishments under his belts."

"A litany of claims, not accomplishments." Jacques, corrected weakly, and both knew he was aware of how flimsy it was. Even what had been proven already was substantial, and that Jaune presented himself so confidently told more of the story. "He's changed, a lot."

"Perhaps you were wrong about more than just what a Huntsman ought be, dear." She said, resting a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. As much to show earnest affection as to assure him she didn't mean the words in insult. "Perhaps you should give him a chance."

Jacques was quiet for a moment, "He must know I was lying when I said I didn't know if I would have something for him."

"Almost certainly, given his Semblance." She agreed.

"Damn it…" Sometimes, he hated Semblances. "I'll talk to him when he's had some time to rest. He looks like he needs it. His fiance as well, I can tell just by how she moves that she's hurt. A stiffness in her gait, like she's scared to hurt herself."

"Just be kind to him, Jacques." She said sweetly, "He's your only son, after all. He only wants to make you proud."

"I know, dear." And that would get him killed, Jacques was sure, which was why he was so against all of this… But it was too late now. "Believe me, I know."

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"Sir." Winter started, stepping into Ironwood's personal quarters, several fighters on patrol soaring past in a window behind the general. The man looked up to her from his paperwork, nodding for her to speak and she did, hands clasped behind her back and heels together at attention, "Sir, reports from the northern part of the continent have just arrived from a defensive fortification near a small settlement called Ansel."

"Ansel?" James asked, reclining in his chair and scratching his chin, "Small mining and shipping settlement, right?"

"Yes, sir." Winter answered crisply, "It is also Jaune Arc's hometown. As soon as he went missing, I sent a Tier One order to maintain a watch for him. As we also know, and as I added in an addendum, he has a ship. An Atlesian frigate, which has been sighted on approach but not departure to Ansel. As such, the officer there monitoring on my behalf sent a Tier One report to me."

"I see." James said in response, looking at the screen where a fleet report and assessment rested. Atlas' fleet had taken a hit, a large flock of flying Grimm in the area assaulting the region and forcing them into action, an issue which had spiked across Remnant for a day before petering out. "Jaune went missing, and then when we try and stage a rescue, he runs. Then, after his ship vanishes into the Grimm continent, this happens."

"You are referring to the attacks on the Kingdoms, sir?" Winter asked, the man nodding simply. "You think it is a linked event then, sir?"

"Whenever we have sent ships there, they have never returned. Jaune seems to have gone there, and yet his ship is in Ansel now, by your reports." James observed simply, raising his eyebrows at her, "Do you think it isn't linked?"

Winter was quiet for a few seconds, thinking, before she sighed, "No, Sir, I agree with you. It's too obvious to be a coincidence."

James grunted in response and pressed a key on the computer to dismiss the documents, "Then I want you to gather your things and go to Ansel. See if he is there and, if he is, make contact with him. All other orders and assignments are to be disregarded at this time, I want you to find Jaune Arc. Apprehend him if possible and you deem it necessary, and if not, find out what his allegiances are."

"Yes, sir." She responded, saluting and turning to leave.

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[Archive Entry 009752] Atlesian Classification Systems

XxX Advisory : Do not view Classification Dossiers and regulations without proper clearance. Any persons viewing this document without prior and proper authorization will be imprisoned. Thank you, have a nice day. XxX

Atlesian Classification codes are used to designate materials as being viewable to specific ranks, until a certain classification level at which point that becomes even more restricted to specific people. It is common for a higher Tier, the moniker used for the naming system, document to only actually be viewable by a few people. Even the Council can be barred from a document, if classified high enough.

The Tiers start at Tier One-Hundred, increasing with importance and level as the number decreases. At Tier Ten documents cease to hold rank privilege, and instead address specific people. These documents include everything from orders and mission reports, to alerts and monitoring advisories.

A Tier Ten order, for example, may be to monitor a high threat Grimm grouped in an area that is not alerted and therefore would ensue a panic in the ranks, or they may be ordered to watch for a ship suspected of criminal activities but one which is simply being monitored in the hopes of finding bigger fish through following it.

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