"The hope of a secure and livable world lies with disciplined nonconformists who are dedicated to justice, peace and brotherhood."
Martin Luther King, Jr.
"Well, if we're gonna' set things right, then we've got some serious plannin' to do," Rowin broke the solemn silence that had fallen across the kitchen since Sheresh's unexpected promise to Numa.
"If we're going to 'set things right', then we'll need to infiltrate Appo's ship," Cody rubbed his jaw thoughtfully – his mind was already racing through a hundred improbable solutions.
"Infiltrate?" Fives sputtered. "Once on board the ProVictoria was enough for me, thanks."
"How else are we going to break Chiyou and Boil out?" Rowin waggled his whiskers in dissent. "Cody here has a point. If we're gonna' get 'em out, we've gotta' go in."
"There's got to be another way," Fives shook his head in staunch refusal. "Once you enter Appo's territory, chances of getting out of his grasp aren't in your favor."
"But, you managed it," Sheresh chimed in with her usual cutting perception; Fives scowled.
"With...help," he admitted gruffly.
"So, Korbin was telling the truth?" Cody raised a skeptical eyebrow and called his brother out on his former denial.
The former ARC shifted uncomfortably and avoided Cody's gaze. There was a long moment of silence before he sighed heavily and threw up his hands.
"Yes! Fine! Korbin was probably telling the truth. I had help from more than just him, though."
"Who else?" Cody leaned forward, eager to learn anything he could about any potential allies.
"Chopper and his old squad are on board as well. They run the galley," Fives finally met Cody's eye and the commander's eyebrows shot up toward his hairline in surprise. "Don't ask me how they did everything, though – they set it up and told me what to do. I just followed Chopper's orders. The trickiest part, honestly, was stealing an out-bound shuttle from the hangars."
Cody shook his head in amazement. He remembered Chopper – it was hard not to – and he couldn't help but be surprised by yet another unexpected happenstance. Was this what the Jedi called 'the Force'? This seemingly random series of events that came together at the right time and place? The thought was a little...unsettling. And, perhaps, a little too existential for Cody's simpler tastes. He moved on, unwilling to dwell too much on things best left to Jedi and mystics.
"Of all the troopers I expected to hear about..." he did share a little bit of his private thoughts.
The former commander laughed a bit then, and shared a look of partially amused amazement with his brother.
"Chopper, huh? No kidding?"
"You know him?" it was Fives' turn to be surprised.
"Yeah. Had an incident with his squad sergeant, Slick, early on in the war. Turns out Slick was feeding information to Ventress while we were on Chrystophsis; he tried to frame Chopper during my investigation into the matter," Cody reached up and rubbed a hand slowly over the top of his hair. "Chopper's the kind of character who'll stick in your memory. He was a little...off-kilter, even then."
"Well, he's still pretty 'off-kilter', but I'd say it turned out to be a good thing," Fives shrugged unapologetically. "His whole squad is assigned to permanent galley duty for being delinquent in their duties. Apparently, a few Jedi escaped Appo's grasp on their watch – funny thing is, Appo's not too bright. Instead of investigating their actions for possible defiance, he simply assumed they were dumb and lazy. Chopper's still got all four of 'em defying orders left and right – right underneath Appo's very nose."
"I'm not surprised," Cody really wasn't; it was consistent with what he remembered. "Chopper always was a strong-headed one. 'Deviant' is a good word for him – always has been."
"Like I said, it works in our favor now," Fives shrugged again and shifted in his seat. "I wouldn't be sitting here, if Chopper wasn't such a...a..." he paused, as if in search of the right word that, for once, wouldn't offend. "Well...aberration, I guess. You have to admit – he's a good brother. Damn good. I wouldn't be here without him," the ARC shrugged. "But...well...honestly? He's kind of a freak of clone nature, when you think about it."
"Who isn't, these days?" Cody muttered, mostly to himself.
"Those who still fight for the Empire," his brother shot back just as softly.
"Well...getting off of the Pro Victoria is probably a job for this Chopper and his squad. If they've done it once, then maybe they can do it again. But, getting on...?" Sheresh shook her bright head as she gently steered the conversation away from potentially dangerous waters. "Short of a miracle – or a total disaster – we'll need the help of someone like Korbin."
"Over my dead body." Fives growled.
"That's very well what it could take," Sheresh didn't skip a beat; Fives glared at her, but she feigned a very pointed disinterest.
"There's more to Captain Korbin than meets the eye," Rowin mused; Cody glanced over that the over-sized rabbit, intrigued by the Lepi's sudden thoughtfulness. "His reaction to Kil was...enlightenin'."
"What do you mean?" Sheresh beat Cody to the same question.
"He recognized her," Rowin's ears flattened against his skull in an emotion that Cody couldn't quite place.
"How do you figure that?" Cody titled his head to the side, puzzled by Rowin's conclusion. "She didn't seem to recognize him."
"Well, in case o' Kil, it might be entirely possible to recognize her without ever havin' mether," Rowin explained patiently. "She is...was...a twin, if you'll recall my tale from earlier. I've seen holopics o' her brother, Kian. For bein' opposite genders, they're surprisingly identical."
"Are you saying, then, that Korbin might have known Kil's brother?" even Sheresh gawked at the seeming improbability of what Rowin was suggesting
"The one killed on Medstar Five?" Cody jumped in for clarification. "The Main Order Jedi?"
"Yup, that one," Rowin paused just long enough in his train of thought to scoot off of his stool and make a beeline for the conservator. "I think those were Kian's lightsabers that he tried to give to Kil. I remember her sayin' somethin' once 'bout her brother teachin' her to duel with double 'sabers as padawans. 'Ccordin' to the story, Kian was the faster study an' ended up takin' the place o' an instructor, 'cuz he had a better way o' explainin' things."
"But...if those were Kian's lightsabers, then..." Fives frowned and scratched the stubble on the side of his face. "Wouldn't that mean he was on Medstar Five, too? Jedi don't part from their lightsabers unless they're dead."
"Or forgetful," Cody added quietly, remembering the many times he ended up chasing after Obi-Wan's errant lightsaber; the thought put a slight smile on his otherwise somber face.
"Kil told me that someone else came into Kian's room, just seconds after he was killed," Rowin's voice was slightly muffled, as he talked into the open conservator. "A trooper in green-striped armor. Killed the troopers who murdered Kian."
"Okay...but that could have been anyone," Fives was unconvinced. "What makes you think it could have been Korbin?"
"'Cuz Korbin is Force Sensitive an' Kil told me that the clone who came into Kian's room shut the door with a wave of his hand an' picked up Kian's lightsabers without bendin 'over. He beheaded the other two troopers in the room with Kian's own weapons," Rowin popped his head back out of the conservator, having found what it was he was looking for.
The bi-ped space rabbit carried a large blue pitcher back to the table, with all the pomp of a triumphant hero. He picked up Numa's cup, then, and poured her a fresh glass of blue milk; the Lepi's thoughtfulness was touching and Cody watched as even Fives' face softened a bit in silent approval.
"I've been thinkin' 'bout it, an' I really think that Korbin might be Kil's mysterious avenger," Rowin settled himself back down on his stool and propped his elbows on the table. "Her stranger took Kian's lightsabers with him – an' then Korbin shows up and hands her two lightsabers, claimin' that they 'belong to her now.' Seems to all add up, y'know?"
"I think you might be giving Korbin more credit than he's due. You've never been in one of his interrogations," Fives remained firmly unconvinced; Rowin, on the other hand, seemed singularly unconcerned with the former ARC's reticence.
"He looked at Kil an' told her that she looked 'just like him'. Kil looks just like Kian – one look at a holopic would settle that question," the Lepi shook his head and his floppy ears shifted in tandem with his striped head. "You can doubt if you want, Fives, but if Korbin knew Kian, then he's an ally."
"I'd love to know how you make that jump in logic," the clone didn't even try to hide his snort of contempt.
"Kil used to talk a lot about her brother, durin' the Wars. We're best friends – she's told me more than I think she's ever told another sentient. An' she told me on several occasions that she strongly suspected Kian of havin' taken a lover," Rowin stuck by his conclusion, as staunch as ever; he paused a moment for dramatic effect and the added, "A clone lover. Likely suspect? His second-in-command, an ARC. Like Korbin."
This has certainly been the morning of perception-altering revelations, Cody could only shake his head in silent amazement.
Rowin's deduction left everyone else suitably stunned, especially Fives, if the look on the ARC's face was anything to go by. Cody's brother shifted uncomfortably in his seat and for several long minutes, the only sound was that of Numa's empty cup, as she set it down on the table.
No one seemed to know how to pick the conversation up again, or how to direct it away from it's most recent deviation. Fives sat with his arms crossed and scowled at the scarred table surface; Sheresh had one hand curled around her empty mug, while the other played absently with the tip of her braid, which she had pulled over her shoulder. She sneaked the occasional thoughtful glance toward Fives and Cody was once again seized with a considerable curiosity about her and the ARC sitting next to him. Rowin quietly fussed over Numa, who seemed to enjoy the attention. Cody leaned his elbows on the table and turned over everything he had learned that morning; it was a lot of information to take in and he still wasn't sure what to think about half of it.
Their contemplative silence was short-lived, however. Without much warning, a short, slender, scrappy-looking brunette human marched into the kitchen and paused at the doorway with her hands on her hips. Everyone's attention turned toward her and the unfamiliar figure rewarded their attentiveness with a surprisingly sunny smile.
"Well! I see my trap worked!" she declared triumphantly; everyone gathered around the table just stared at her blankly.
"Trap...?" Fives frowned and glanced around, immediately on alert; the woman just laughed and continued her confident foray into the room.
"It never fails! Set a pot of caf early in the morning in a Mandalorian vheh'yaim and you'll have a dozen willing conscripts within the hour!"
"Conscripts...?" this time, it was Cody's turn to question the stranger's intentions.
"Yup!" she declared stoutly, as she pulled a drawer completely out of the nearby counter and proceeded to set it firmly down in the middle of the table.
Cody and company stared stupidly at the array of cutlery and other unidentifiable kitchen paraphernalia that had been presented so boldly into their midsts.
"Did I miss something?" Cody cautiously eyed the particularly awe-inspiring cooking knife that the strange woman had just plucked from the midst of the cutlery drawer.
The knife in question was shorter than most standard cooking knives that he had ever seen, but no doubt just as sharp. It's bright steel blade was curved into a slightly half-moon shape that lead Cody to believe - after a moment's quiet puzzlement - that it was designed for peeling of some sort. The former soldier hadn't encountered any sort of kitchen duty as a commander, but he still had vivid memories of paring especially stubborn tubers in his days as a Kamino cadet. A quick glance over at Fives and then over at Sheresh seemed to confirm Cody's worst suspicion - peeling potatoes was apparently a universal punishment that transcended creed, rank, or culture.
"No, you didn't miss anything, Cody," Sheresh sighed as she propped her elbow on the table and cupped her chin in the hollow of her palm. "We just fell for the oldest Mandalorian matriarch trick in the book," the red-head's expression was a mixture of bemusement and chagrin.
"Huh?" Cody didn't even try to hide his confusion, as he looked from the drawer, to the grinning brunette in front of them, to Sheresh, and back again.
"Really, Dra'buir," Sheresh sighed rather dramatically. "You lay this trap for us and then make me introduce you?"
"Oh, you're a theatrical one, aren't you, Sher'ika?" the one apparently named "Dra'buir" clicked her tongue, but her eyes twinkled mischievously despite her passing attempt at seriousness.
There was a brief pause, during which the woman in question pulled a number of knives out from the drawer and handed them to her still slightly shell-shocked "conscripts". To his deepest chagrin, Cody ended up with the one he strongly suspected of being a peeler; a sidelong glance to Fives for silent moral support only resulted in a passive roll of the ARC's broad, scarred shoulders and a look of equal confusion. The former commander couldn't help a sudden spike of petulance, when he noticed the chopping knife in his brother's hands.
Sometimes, it felt like every brother got dealt a better hand. Even in something as random as the assignment of a kitchen knife...
"I suppose that introductions are in order, if we're the spend the rest of the day together," the cheerful announcement left Cody - and all of the others - sputtering incoherently in shocked dismay; they were very pointedly ignored with the sort of ease that only a mother could manage. "I'm Drali, Sol's wife," her voice drifted over her shoulder, as she rummaged briskly through the open conservator. "I know Sheresh and Rowin. But, I'm afraid circumstances have afforded me no opportunity to meet the rest of you."
She backed out of the conservator and closed the door with a swish of her narrow hips. Cody eyed her briefly - she was not quite what he had expected of a clan matriarch. Though, on deeper consideration, he realized that he didn't really know what he had expected of a Mandalorian mother. Thanks to Tay, though, he had come to associate the role of a nurturer with a preconceived "type" - physically softer, certainly, than Drali, with a gentler manner and quieter ways. Sol's wife, however, was sharp and angular - which was not to say that she was unattractive, but she certainly had the look of one who worked hard to stay in top physical form. Her manner was mischievous, but it still carried the abrupt undertones that seemed universal among the Mando'ad - she was blunt and left little to misinterpretation.
Cody watched her thoughtfully, as she set an armful of vegetables down on the worn table top, her intention painfully clear. As unfamiliar as he was with maternal figures, he quietly surmised that there were just as many matriarchal archetypes as there were patriarchal. Some were kind, some were not. Some were gentle, others were hard. Some were soft, many were tough.
He wondered, briefly, what it meant for his relationship with Tay, if he had come to consider a "maternal archetype." His feelings for her were certainly not familial - at least, not in that way - but he had come to perceive her as a nurturer, all the same. While he couldn't imagine the fugitive Jedi being even half as abrupt as Drali, Cody had very little trouble imagining Tay bringing a family together in her kitchen to cook a communal meal. She had certainly done so plenty of times already, with just him and Saa.
"I'm Numa," the young Twi'lek's soft voice was surprisingly animated for a youngling who had been reserved at best with her adult interactions so far. "Are we going to help you cook?" she shifted around on her stool, until she was kneeling on the flat top and leaning over the table in obvious excitement.
"Yes, you are," Drali nodded briskly, but her lips curled upward in a surprisingly soft expression. "We have a whole clan to feed and only twelve hours to do it in."
"A whole clan?" Fives lifted an eyebrow dubiously as he was handed an array of orange vegetables the length of his entire forearm.
"Well...in truth, our clan here isn't very big. But with you guests, that's a total of nearly twenty mouths to feed on short notice," Drali didn't seem at all bothered by the numbers, as she swiftly divided the pile of vegetables around the table. "Now...the two of you must be brothers of Kix and Rys," she paused, as she glanced briefly from Cody to Fives, her face suddenly thoughtful.
"Excuse me...'brothers of Kix and Rys'?" Cody repeated slowly in no small amount of shock; he shook his head and blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "How many clones are you all hiding up here, anyway?"
"Just the five of you," Drali shrugged, as if playing hostess to five renegade clones was nothing particularly extraordinary.
Cody glanced over at Fives; even the paranoid ARC looked suitably impressed. The former commander watched as Fives glanced - almost guiltily - over at Sheresh. The expression on the half-Zeltron Mandalorian was smug, to say the least; Cody half expected her to tell him "I told you so". As it was, she mouthed it silently to Fives, who merely grunted under his breath and scowled at the innocent space-carrots patiently awaiting his chopping blade.
Cody then slid a look over at Rowin, who had been watching the exchange between Sheresh and Fives as well. The Lepi wiggled his whiskers, but said nothing. Cody turned his attention back to the rather grubby brown tubers that had found their way to the table space in front of him, but was distracted by the sharp tip of a knife that now waved threateningly under his nose.
"So, you two come with names? Or do I have to call you 'di'kut one' and 'di'kut two'?" Drali - and her knife - snapped the former commander's mind back to what was immediately important.
"Uh, no need," Cody cautiously raised a hand and gingerly put it between his face and Drali's over-enthusiastic blade. "I'm Cody."
"And you...?" the kitchen knife sliced authoritatively through Fives' space.
"Uh...Fives," the ARC's eyebrows knit together slowly, as he eyed Drali's wrist with the focus of a man who intended to break it if she didn't back out of his face.
The Mandalorian buir paused for a moment, the tip of her knife just inches from Fives' nose. Her dark brown eyes were shrewd, as she seemed to take measure of the violence that coiled threateningly in the muscles around the ARC's shoulders. The two considered each other for the space of a breathless heartbeat, before Drali backed down and took her knife with her.
Cody couldn't be sure, it seemed almost as if Drali had been taking measure of Fives. What she was looking to weigh, he couldn't say, but there was something almost protective about the matriarch in that brief moment. Why Drali's interest was drawn to Fives, and not to Cody - or, to both of them - the former commander couldn't even begin to fathom. But, he had a vague suspicion and his eyes followed Drali's as she glanced pointedly over at Sheresh. The two women said nothing - in fact, Sheresh didn't even look up from the table - but Cody feel the weight of Drali's consideration as the buir seemed to silently measure up whatever unspoken thing seemed to hang heavy between the ARC and bounty hunter.
"Well, welcome, Cody," Drali turned her attention back to introductions, as if nothing unusual had happened. "Fives," she nodded toward both of them in turn; a friendly smile graced her lips once again. "I'm sorry for springing a little Mandalorian domesticity on you, but it is customary for families and clans to throw a celebration at the birth of a child. Though, to be fair, the fuss extends to any new addition - be it by birth or adoption. Little known fact about us Mando'ad," Drali grabbed an onion from the pile in the center of the table and tossed it toward Rowin with a twinkle in her dark eyes. "We look for any excuse, really, to throw a party. Something about the juxtaposition of life and death - or something like that. If you want a philosophical explanation, I hear Par'jain's are good for that."
The matriarch winked cheekily at Sheresh, who laughed down at the table as she tried to focus on slicing a thick block of Duusha cheese.
"So, really, you've all picked an excellent time to visit a Mandalorian family, if you've never had the chance to see us up-close and personal-like," Drali abruptly handed her chopping knife to a startled Numa and started to move toward the pile of dirty dishes in the sink; she rolled her sleeves up as she spoke, her voice bright and clear in the early morning kitchen air. "You get to see us at our best - our best behavior, our best food, our best drink, our best music..." she leaned away from the sink and nudged Sheresh gently in the back. "We do get to hear our best music tonight, yes?"
"I would hardly call an archaic selection of Alderaanian folk songs our Mandalorian best -" the red-headed started to protest modestly, but Drali merely clucked her tongue, waved her hand dismissively, and insisted stoutly otherwise.
"Nonsense. I've heard you play, Shereshoy Par'jain. Your kitar is a sound for sore ears and an irresistible treat for the soul. If there isn't dancing tonight, I'll be shocked!"
Sheresh glanced shyly at Cody, then and Fives; her eyes lingered briefly on the ARC's face, despite his attempt to studiously ignore her gaze. Her face then turned a brighter shade of red than her hair and she ducked her chin toward her chest with a little smile that no one missed. Cody just looked over at Rowin, who shrugged, grinned, and heartily collaborated Drali's claim.
"Sheresh knows how to keep a party goin'," he wiggled his whiskers playfully and then turned his undivided attention toward the pile of innocent-looking vegetables awaiting their fate beneath his ever-twitching nose. "So...what are we s'posed to be makin' outta' all o' this, anyway?"
Cody would remember the afternoon as one of the best - a lingering litany of hours, strung together with laughter, teasing, hard work, and good company. In fact, the only mar on the day that he would ever recall, was Tay's absence. Her presence would have made the day much richer; as it was, her absence made the day just a little bittersweet.
He would remember those hours spent in Drali's kitchen, as the ones in which he made up his mind about his own tenuous future. All around him was warmth, belonging, and joy - all the things that he had ever wanted secretly. All of those things that Saa silently promised him, by standing quietly at his side and showing him the path of the Mando'ad. All of those things that were finally in his grasp, with a woman to call his own and a home to fight for.
Somewhere in-between watching Fives loosen up a bit and try to throw carrot tops down the front of Sheresh's open-necked tunic and the excitement of dousing the edges of Rowin's whiskers when they got in the way of him trying to light the stove, Cody decided that he did, in fact, want his own family. Not just family in the sense of a clan, but family in the sense of fathering his own children. In watching Tay swell with child, in raising his own younglings with her by his side, in guiding his offspring through their own verd'goten, in teaching them the ways of the Mando'ad and the way of the clone.
Cody soaked up the domestic bliss of the day, let it unravel the knotted stress in his shoulders, let it smooth the worry lines around his mouth and eyes. Members of the Kelborn clan drifted in and out of the kitchen throughout the day, bringing in news of other celebration preparations. Occasionally, they brought such preparations with them, as the kitchen became a central hub of escalating activity. At one point, even Saa ventured in, rolling a large keg of some sort of home-brewed beer in front of him with Ferro's quietly bemused assistance.
At other times, Tor swaggered in, his shoulders proudly draped with the carcass of some indigenous horned beast. Fives, especially, watched in amusement as the Zygerrian was then promptly shooed out of the kitchen at broom point, with the admonition that "he knew better than to bring undressed meat into my kitchen!" Drali then explained - after peeking through the doorway partition to make sure that her sharp-eared son was out of hearing range - that Tor did in fact know better, but that he could never resist showing off the impressiveness of his kills.
Cody then learned that apparently, the horned beast that Tor had killed, was considered more impressive by the number of "points" on its "rack." This bit of enlightening - if confusing - verbage sent Sheresh into a fit of giggles, which earnedher a brisk smack across the back of the head with a damp dish towel and the stern chastisement to "get her mind out of the gutter."
From this, Cody determined that it was best to keep one's mouth shut around a Mandalorian matriarch. He grimaced at the sudden realization that - regardless of whether or not Saa adopted him - Hella was next in line for the leadership of Clan Par'jain. While Cody had some trouble imagining Hella in a kitchen, he had no difficultly imagining the pithy Togorian barking orders at full speed, regardless of her surrounding.
He then concluded that Mandalorian females were a force of nature that transcended personality, species, or marital status. Though, apparently, their sense of authority increased by the number of offspring under their roof... He hated to think of what the head of clan would be like in full pique. Most especially, a felineone.
Through all of the small dramas and constantly moving bodies of the kitchen, Drali directed her "minions" with well-practiced ease. Vegetables were peeled, nuts were chopped, dough was kneaded, dishes were washed, culinary catastrophes were avoided, whiskers were singed, pilfering hands were slapped, and praise was generously given for a job well done. Cody couldn't help but notice, however, that the focus of Drali's praise was a little pointed - though, he couldn't fault her for being slightly preferential in the enthusiasm of her accolades.
He, Fives, and Rowin, were praised - for sure - but often with a laugh, as if it was understood that not a single one of them really knew their way around boiling water. Rowin seemed to know a thing or two about how not-to-burn-a-rue, but Cody and Fives had to ask - amid much gaiety - what a rue was. Drali seemed most pleased when they successfully avoided chopping off their own fingers and stayed out of anything more adventurous than peeling jogan fruit by hand. Rowin was praised most especially for his ability to not light his fur on fire and Sheresh received very little verbal praise - though, she got many pats on the back or questions about how she might make something, which Cody learned was apparently universal female code for "you're doing a good job and you've earned a place in my kitchen."
The majority of Drali's extravagant praise, however, went to Numa, who was allowed to have a hand in just about everything (no matter that she accidentally dropped a bowl of sweet dough mix on the floor, or nearly singeing everyone's nose hairs by putting entirely too many spices in the already pungenttiingilar meat mix). While her mistakes were certainly pointed out, the correction was gentle and easily smoothed by encouragement to do better, or to try something else. By mid-morning, the young Twi'lek was practically bouncing between the table and the stove, her eyes bright, and her smile wide enough to light up half of the vheh'yaim.
Seeing his young charge so confident of herself and so eager to learn, seemed to loosen Fives from the influence of some of his darker demons. By mid-afternoon, the still-shirtless ARC had eased into a more open stance, his shoulders barely tense at all and his gestures more friendly. For a while, Cody could almost imagine away the tell-tale scars on Fives' body and imagine that it was a much younger clone standing next to him, one that hadn't suffered through the hells of Order 66, or the agonies of Felucia, or the heart break of the Citadel, or the betrayal of Umbara.
For just a few passing hours, Fives was merely...Fives. And Cody, by extension, felt free to be himself as well. To be young; to act young.
For just a moment; for just a brief slip of time.
A/N: Never fear folks...no matter how long it might be between updates, Cody (and all these other motley characters) just won't let me give this story up. ^.^ This isn't a saga that's quick in the telling (by any means), but here it is...one slow chapter at a time.
Thankfully, the next few updates shouldn't be so long of a wait. I already have one chapter hanging out with my Beta - the wonderful LongLiveTheClones, who was gracious enough to edit over things before I posted - and a third chapter is already in the works.
And don't worry...we might be spending a lot of time with Clan Kelborn...but Cody's going to find his way back home to Tay eventually. He also keeps pestering me to get off my lazy duff and write, so he can be with her a little sooner than "eventually"... *sigh*
Any ways, there's my update for the day. Keep an eye on your inbox - more updates are coming!
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