Another glimpse into Za WArudo of Hina Digger!
And so soon...I might be onto something.
Gina: More Kei-Time!
Brianna: Yay!
Keitaro: (Weeping...)
Kyugan: (Disgusted) What are you, gay?
Chapter 18.
Life at the Hinata-sou had taken a bizarre turn of late. For one thing, while it was still unnaturally quiet, the residents seemed to have calmed down slightly.
Maehara Shinobu, who many considered the heart of the Hinata, had gone from depressed to joyful, often skipping down the steps of the dorm whenever she had to go shopping. By contrast, Kaolla Su, the hyperactive Molmolian and scourge of sane men everywhere, had seemingly calmed down a little. Oh she was still coming up with random experiments and gadgets that put Pulitzer winners to shame, but she no longer felt the need to test them in public, and she seemed to be oddly afraid of the color orange for some reason.
Konno Mitsune, the resident fox, had taken to working at the Hinata tea house of late, though what surprised many a local was the fact that not only was she not bumming free drinks from the place, but that she hadn't gotten sloshed in over a week.
Otohime Mutsumi was her vapid self, as usual, appearing one minute with melons in hand, fainting at awkward times, before vanishing just as quickly from view, though apparently she was still a resident of the former inn.
The two that were missed the most, in a manner of speaking, were one Aoyama Motoko and Narusegawa Naru, who to this day STILL hadn't made an appearance in public. Many had questioned their absence, though the local males breathed sighs of relief as they did so, but the only reply they got was that the two were attending to 'family' matters and were unavailable.
Nobody stopped to consider that the 'family' in question was the Urashimas, as nobody in their right mind would DREAM of getting on THEIR bad side.
Diggers' Residence...
On the subject of family, across the ocean a touching reunion between mother and daughter was taking place, as Brittany 'Cheetah' Diggers embraced the corporeal form of her mother, made tangible through Séance's use of his aura, the mage in training leading the others away so the two could speak in private.
"Say, Séance…" Gina spoke up, the genius having caught the tail end of the conversation as she and Brianna had walked in "I thought Cyan's spirit was just an image, a projection," she nodded towards the embracing lycanthropes "So how is it that Cheetah can walk up and hug her?"
"That's part of my power, Gina." Dr. Diggers' apprentice admitted "Since I'm lending her my Aura, Cyan is as real as you or I." He shook his head with a sigh "Sadly, my aura can only survive away from my body for a day or so…"
"A day's better than nothing." Keitaro pointed out, smiling at the embracing felines, his own thoughts going to his strained relatonship with his own mother "I'm sure Cheetah-san appreciates it."
"We'll leave them to it for now." Gina agreed, smiling at the Ronin, even as Brianna hugged him from behind "Right now, we need to tidy up the mess that Demon mouse left behind, and then we have to prepare for our trip to Antarctica."
"That's right!" Brianna agreed, smiling down at the flustered Ronin "Remember those Amarans we told you about? Well they said their old City-Ship was there, they said we could explore it and keep anything we find!"
"Sounds exciting!" Séance noted, the mage in training looking eagerly between the group as Keitaro futilely tried to escape from Brianna's lovingembrace "Would you mind if I tagged along?"
"I don't see why not." Gina agreed, beaming at the , admittedly cute, mage in training as she set her hands on her hips "Genn and Tark already scanned ahead with long range ESP, so there shouldn't be any trouble."
Antarctica...
"Well isn't THIS a fine kettle of fish…" a canine figure muttered as he clambered out of the smoking hull of his patched-together spacecraft, which had crashed smack dab in the middle of a frozen wasteland, nowhere NEAR his intended destination "Where in the Universe did I get such bad karma?"
It was bad enough that, after an unfortunate turn of events in a little town called Quagmire, he'd been stripped of his Phenomenal Cosmic Powers and set adrift in space, with no chance of rescue. He'd THOUGHT his luck had changed when he happened across a burnt out space wreck, from which he scavenged enough materials to build a ship, but then, en-route to his destination, and possible cure for his powerlessness, the blasted engines had failed, sending him nose-diving into this frozen block of ice.
"I swear…" he muttered, growling to himself as he looked around the desolate winter wasteland "If it weren't for the BAD luck I'd have NO luck at-!"
He trailed off, eyes widening as he espied a tall, metallic structure that was decidedly NOT of local origin, for one thing, he didn't recall any cities marked with a giant bunny head last time he was here.
"How in the galaxy did I fail to notice that?" he wondered, noting with interest that from the design, and the markings, the city was of Amaran design, a dark smirk crossing his canine features "This could have possibilities…"
Antarctica...En route to amaran city ship...
"Okay crew," Ace called out, the pilot smirking over his shoulder at his passengers as he piloted his albatross over the frozen wasteland "We are now south of the border…and I DO mean south!"
"Thanks for the ride Ace." Gina offered, the blonde explorer straightening her trilby and buttoning up her parka, a dazed, lipstick covered Keitaro lying on the seat behind her, having been worked over by the eldest and youngest diggers siblings over the course of the flight "It was as smooth as ever."
"You get what you pay for Gina." Ace assured the blonde, even as his Stand performed a barrel role outside the window, the pilot not wanting to take any chances if Dark Bird and her cronies showed up again "Though I still say Seventy-Five Grand was too much for this trip."
"You deserve it, Ace." Brittany countered, the middle Diggers sibling practically glowing as she sat in the co-pilot seat, her hands in her lap.
The reason for her good mood was her long wished for, and finally granted meeting with her mother, her birth mother rather, though she still technically considered Julia Diggers her mama. True Cyan had been a little strange, going on and on about how many grandchildren the girl could put out with her 'equipment'.
Sadly, the meeting was not entirely a happy one, since Cyan had come to inform her daughter of a dangerous plot that was being leveled against her, a plot that involved Brendan, Jetta's father, the Werewolf that had almost wiped the Were-cheetah clan out for his own greed.
Even now, Cheetah couldn't help but feel anger at the memory of the tale Cyan had spun, of how Brendan had approached her clan at their weakest earning their trust with honeyed words and false promises, luring them in for the kill, instigating yet another war between the wolf and cheetah clans of lycanthropes, one which had resulted in Brittany being the sole survivor of her race.
Even the fact that Jetta, his own daughter, had learned of his deceit, and his plans to sell his own clan off for power, brought the lycanthrope little joy. True, she and Jetta had patched things up recently, but that still didn't change the fact that her parent's murderer was still alive out there, suffering eternal torment true, but alive.
'Still…at least she approves of me and muffin seeing one another…' she noted, giggling to herself as she recalled the woman's insistence of them churning out 'lots and lots of grandchildren', something she honestly looked forward to trying, just not right that minute.
'She seemed a little interested in Keitaro too…' she noted, recalling her mother's questioning gaze as the Ronin had been dragged out of the room by Brianna 'But why? It's not like she ever met him before…'
"Is everyone ready?" Gina asked, snapping her sister out of her daze as she and Brianna rolled forward in the Gina-mobile mark-1, Keitaro and Gen tucked snugly in the back, the Ronin looking like a walrus in a parka, with the many layers he had on "Sure you don't wanna tag along for the ride ace?"
"No thanks Gina." The pilot assured them "I saw a manned outpost a few miles back, think I'll go refuel and stock up on some cocoa and munchies." He gave her a mock salute "Just gimme a holler and I'll be back for ya."
"Save me some Twinkies!" Keitaro called out with a wave, the Ronin having grown fond of the crème filled rolls during his stay, the pilot assuring him he would, even as Gina got the 'wagon trail' rolling.
"How're we doing Bri?" Gina asked, the eldest Diggers looking over at her youngest sibling, technically, as they glided over the icy wasteland.
"According to the coordinates, the Amaran city should be straight ahead." The composite Diggers, practically trembling with excitement "To think, an alien robot factory! Just what kind of technology do you think we'll find!"
"Plus the Amarans use gold instead of copper for wiring!" Gina thrilled, the Diggers' siblings eyes lighting up at the thought "There's probably a few stray coils of the stuff lying around…"
'And she wonders how she got her nick-name…' Keitaro wondered with a gentle smile, shooting a look at Genn, who returned the smile with one of his own, only to blink as the instrument panel began blinking.
"ZOINKS!" Gina yelped, eyes widening as she gaped at her console in alarm, her hand blurring over the shield generator "Someone's got us in their sights!"
"What's going on over there Gina?!" Cheetah demanded, the lycanthropes voice reaching over the speakers, even as Keitaro got into the 'crash' position, namely hugging onto Genn for dear life, wailing his head off in terror, which caused the Rakshata some, minor, emotional confusion.
"Cheetah!" Gina yelled, taking evasive maneuvers as the first missile came into view behind them like a murderous drag racer "Turn on your force field! QUICK!"
"What field?!" the Were-Cheetah demanded, her voice now laden with concern as she realized what was going on "This car doesn't have one!"
"ABANAI!" Keitaro yelled, Star Platinum lunging out of the car, as intangible as ever to whatever it didn't which to touch, which sadly didn't include the missile, the Stand grabbing it out of mid air and HURLING it back at it's source, which barrel-rolled to get out of the way.
"Jinkies! It's some kind of Robot!" Gina gaped, looking at the thing in her rear-view mirror as it raced over to her Mark-6 and began pounding on the roof, or what she HOPED was pounding anyways 'And I just waxed it too!' the genius wailed, even as Brianna began taking potshots at the thing with her Stand-Gun, the scientist wincing as the paint job got nicked by a few stray shots, her eyes hardening as she reached for the radio "Cheetah! Get out of your seat! I've got a plan to get rid of that thing!"
"Where am I supposed to sit then?" Cheetah demanded, only to sigh at Gina's response, the lycanthrope unbuckling her seatbelt and clambering into a mortified Séance's lap, who was doing his merry best to remember the meditation exercises his master had taught him.
"Sorry about this Séance…" the Lycanthrope muttered, knowing she was a little…heavy, to be sitting on anyone's lap, something that ruined the festive cheer of many a mall Santa let me tell you "Gina, I'm clear!" she barked into the radio, heedless of Séance's discomfort as her tush ground against him "Whatever you're gonna do, do it now!"
Gina was quick to comply, the duo gaping in horror as Cheetah's chair rocketed out of her seat on a giant spring, like something out of a Warner Bros sketch, sending the canine contraption howling into the distance.
"Good lord Gina!" the Lycanthrope yelped, her tail lashing in her agitation, much to poor Séance's discomfort as she twisted around on his lap to glare at her sibling "Why didn't you tell me I was sitting on that…that MISSILE LAUNCHER?!"
"You mean you didn't know?" Gina blinked, looking at the Were-Cheetah in confusion, alongside an equally stunned Brianna "All of my seats can do that!"
Keitaro, who was still clinging to Genn in the back seat of the Mark-1, let out a pitiful whimper and hugged the Rakshasa tighter, causing the shape shifter to flush slightly.
Needless to say, everyone was more than happy to be on solid ground once again, the group milling around the perimeter wall of the Amaran city as Gina went over the blueprints.
Ten minutes later...Outside the Amaran City Ship...
"Sweet Buddha's balls it's cold out here!" Keitaro muttered, the ronin's teeth chattering away like arthritic castanets as he hugged his parka tightly to himself to keep warm "And I thought Tibet was bad…"
"Just hang on for a few minutes Keitaro." Genn assured the Ronin, the Rakshasa, in neutral form and an equally thick parka, looking up from the map they'd been given in concern "I just need to find the entrance…"
"At this stage I'm about ready to make my OWN entrance." Keitaro chattered, the Ronin shivering as a gust of bitingly cold wind cut through him like a serrated knife to the spine "I'm freezing my balls of here!"
"Well we can't let that happen!" Gina noted, the blonde scientist smirking as she and Brianna embraced the shivering Ronin, each one grabbing an arm and hugging it close, sharing their body heat as they hugged him.
"Want me to keep you warm Kei?" Brianna asked, the composite Digger's tone causing the Ronin's face to turn scarlet at the underlying insinuation, even as Brittany rolled her eyes at their antics from the sidelines.
"I found something!" Séance called out, the mage apparently unaffected by the cold despite wearing nothing but spandex, much to Keitaro's ire "Looks like someone stole your idea Keitaro." The mage noted, gesturing to a small hole in the ground that apparently led into the building.
"Hmm…" Gina wondered, leaving Keitaro, reluctantly, to her sister's care, her baby blues narrowed as she examined the entrance "It's rather small…too small for anything human to slip through." She smirked, her stand rising behind her "Fortunately for me, me stand likes close confined spaces."
Keitaro shivered, watching as the emerald stand uncoiled and slithered into the hole, the tendrils unraveling as it went. No matter how cool or useful it might be, Gina's stand still gave him the creeps sometimes.
"Okay…I can see the hallway…" Gina muttered, her eyes frowning as she held a finger to her temple "It's pretty messed up inside, the crash must've really shook the place down, and it looks like the weather didn't do it any favors either."
"It's not doing Kei any either," Brianna whined, a playful hint to the youngest Diggers sister's tone as she fondled the front of the mortified Ronin's pants, grinning suggestively "We got shrinkage down south."
"Down Bri." Gina warned, though it was highly amusing to watch Keitaro light up like a solar flare at the contact, the heat of the man's flush actually melting the snow around him, only to blink, her eyes widening in shock "Jinkies! There's this little dog man coming down the corridor!"
"A dog man?" Séance repeated, the mage in training frowning in confusion, and with good reason, as besides the werewolf clan, there were no canine humanoids on earth "You're certain?"
"He's too small to be a lycanthrope." Gina assured the mage, her eyes filled with absolute certainty as she turned to look at him out the corner of her eye "Not only that, but he's wearing a space suit!"
"Is he heading this way?" Séance asked, the group tensing, Keitaro and Brianna summoning their stands while Genn tensed, the Rakshasa not wanting to waste his energy unless he had to."
"I don't think…" Gina began, only to frown as the canine came to a halt in front of the patch of snow, his fists glowing with power as he aimed them at the tunnel "not good, he's waiting for us to come through the tunnel."
"Then let's make our own entrance!" Brittany countered, clenching her knuckles before delivering a blow that would've made Naru seethe with jealousy at the wall of the structure, only to flinch as Gina's warning of the auto defenses came too late, a laser cannon emerging from the wall and opening fire.
"ORAH!" Star Platinum roared, the stand's fists crashing into the dent Brittany had formed, sending an entire section of wall flying inwards as Keitaro leapt through, dragging a startled Genn after him "EVERYONE!" the Ronin called out, even as the feline Diggers played keep away with the lasers, Gina and Séance using their respective shields to avoid the blasts.
"Good work Keitaro!" Brittany applauded, even as Gina and Brianna's stands took out the Cannon in a hail of emerald plasma and stand bullets, the Were-Cheetah grabbing her eldest sibling by the waist racing towards the entrance alongside Brianna, with Séance hovering along behind "Where's the little freak?"
"Right over…" Keitaro began, only to trail off, his eyes widening behind his spectacles at the sight of the sparking figure that had been crushed under the flying debris.
"Jinkies! An android!" Gina wondered, crouching next to the trashed replica, her baby blues lighting up with intrigue and excitement "And it's Amaran design! That must mean the factory's still up and running!"
"And by the looks of it, some lunatic with a dog fetish is running the show." Brittany muttered, shivering slightly in discomfort. It might not be a werewolf, but as a were-cat, she still retained a natural aversion to canines, particularly the type that launched laser beams.
No sooner had the were-cheetah spoken that another android, identical to the one at their feet in every way, came barreling down the hallway, eyes flashing and hands glowing ominously. But Star Platinum was having none of that, and proved it's irritation by hurling a chunk of debris at the mechanical mutt, disrupting the laser fire and blinding it for a few seconds in the resulting explosion.
"EMERALD SPLASH!" Gina yelled, her stand sending a hail of emerald plasma towards the canine contraption, slamming it against the wall, even as Brittany raced forwards for the finishing blow, plowing her fist into the android's 'face', smashing it into the back of the wall.
"Something tells me there's a lot more of these little buggers." The were-cheetah growled, even as Brianna complained about taking her 'kill'. She paused, her nostrils twitching as she glared down the corridor their assailant had come from "And I think they're right ahead…and so is the puppet master."
"It's weird though." Gina muttered, looking from the trashed terminator wannabes in confusion, "IF he's mass producing these things…then why has he only sent two after us?"
"Maybe he didn't think we were worth it?" Keitaro opined, the Ronin honestly not willing to look a gift horse in the mouse. After all, he was used to Su's mecha-tama attacking him en masse, but they didn't hold a candle to the firepower these things were dishing out.
The Ronin shivered, looking up at the Diggers' sisters in wonder, and dawning terror, as an aura formed over them, their features shadowed.
"Not worth it are we?" Brianna wondered, chuckling lightly as she summoned her Stand gun, her sisters joining in, Brittany cracking her knuckles while Gina held up her tools, her Stand mimicking her pose "We'll just see about that…"
Amara production factory control room...
'Why do I have a sudden desire to launch myself back into space?' Dog Supreme muttered, the canine conqueror shivering suddenly, and not entirely from the cold 'Blasted heating system's still on the fritz.' He muttered, glaring at the outdated, at least by galactic standards, Amaran control board before him 'Gah…this system is so old it's practically prehistoric! But then I suppose they never got a chance to update…'
Shaking his head, the would-be conqueror of the universe growled as the second of his robotic effigies went offline. While finding the Amaran production plant had been a stroke of tremendous fortune, which he personally felt was richly deserved after all the crap he'd had piled on him, it didn't change the fact that it was a much older model, running an OS that was much slower than the type he was used to. As such, it had taken him forever simply to get the plant back online and churning out his robot doppelgangers by the truckload, so he'd not had any time to work on a program that would permit him to control more than ONE at a time.
'A lesson in hindsight I'll be sure to address later…' he muttered, already powering up another of his effigies to deal with the intruders. 'I can't believe their run of luck.' He muttered, shaking his head in disgust 'Not only did they manage to take down Sparky, but they somehow managed to get by the fortress' defenses without a scratch! I nearly got barbecued by those security guns before I managed to tunnel in!'
As much as he despised the Amarans for their natural cowardice in the face of danger, at least in his eyes, the canine conqueror had to admit that the rascally rabbits knew how to build a good security system. He'd literally had to break into the main computer room in order to shut off the interior defenses, otherwise he ran the risk of being shot in the back by laser sentinels every time he traversed the corridors though he'd left the external defenses active, as there was little point in letting just anyone walk up to the door now was there?
'I should have at least left the laser grids running.' He muttered, recalling the sweeping beams of energy that had intersected the halls. Something of Amaran stature, or his noble self, could easily duck to avoid them, but an earthling would've bee cut to ribbons, let alone those cat-women that he'd seen with them.
'No matter…' he muttered, nodding to himself as his third replica activated, the systems giving the all clear as it leapt off the assembly line 'They took the first one by surprise, and the last one was contained by the narrow corridor.' He smirked as the mechanical mimic took flight, it's motion sensors detecting something flying down the corridor 'But in here there's plenty of room to cut loose!'
"STORM BLAZER!" the mimic cried out, releasing a blast of fiery laser fire from it's hands, the blast incinerating the intruders as they exited the tunnel, Dog Supreme letting out a whoop of victory at the sight of their charred remains.
"HAH! How'd you like that!" he crowed, speaking through his puppet as a medium, only to blink as the mimic's visual sensors relayed the image of it's victims, namely their charred metallic faces "What the?!"
"HEADSHOT!" a voice called out, Dog Supreme whipping his mimic around in mid-air, just in time to avoid a bullet to the head, glaring at the interlopers as they piled out of the tunnel.
"Huh…" he muttered, commanding the mimic to lower itself before them, holding the severed head of one of it's destroyed brethren "Using the ones you trashed as a distraction…" the mimic crushed the severed head with a snort "Pretty clever…for earthlings."
"Clever enough." One of the females mocked, her hand poised as if she were holding a gun, though the canine conqueror couldn't see anything, though this took on a double meaning as the back of his double's head was penetrated by something, his vision cutting off to hazy static.
"What was that?!" he yelped, whipping his head around for the mysterious sniper, only to blanch as something invisible slithered over his limbs, yelping in fear as he was dragged away from the console and secured to the ceiling "What in blazes?!"
Outside the control room...
"Looks like your hunch was right Séance." Gina noted, smiling perkily at the mage in training as she looked up at the command center, where her stand was securing the struggling Dog Supreme.
"It was a good idea for me to scan ahead with my aura magic." The mage agreed, nodding his head at the girl "Though your stand's range is impressive Gina, to think it could cover all that distance without being detected."
"Most normal people can't see Stands." Keitaro reminded the teen, recalling Dr. Diggers' lecture on the sprits "Stands to reason they wouldn't show up on camera."
"Explains why he didn't see my bullet coming back for another pass." Brianna agreed, twirling her gun with a flair before banishing it with a holstering motion, draping herself over Keitaro from behind so his head was cushioned by her chest "You did pretty good today Kei."
"That he did." Brittany agreed, leveling an approving smile at her embarrassed friend as he tried to ward off Brianna's, not entirely unwanted, advances "We'll make an adventurer out of you yet Kei." She grinned as she rotated her right arm "Now where is that little mutt…I gotta score to settle with his hide."
Needless to say, Keitaro felt a sudden surge of pity for their canine adversary, as he recognized that look in the were-cheetah's eyes all to well from his days at the Hinata, offering a silent prayer as the sound of pounding flesh and pleas for mercy echoed around the command center.
Fifteen Agonizing minutes later...
After securing a battered Dog Supreme, who was literally 'playing dead' to avoid a further beating at the hands of Cheetah, Gina and Brianna had rewritten the security systems to recognize them as friendly, not to mention bumping the security level down from 'Vaporize' to 'Stun and Restrain', whilst the rest of the group proceeded to loot, that is salvage, as much of the Amaran technology, and their giant spools of gold coil, as possible.
Gina and Brianna, predictably, were practically drooling at the technological payload they'd uncovered, as the brief glimpse of Amaran tech they'd witnessed back in El Dorado had been but a small sample of what the space-bunnies were capable of. The siblings were no doubt already planning to give their, already lethal, security systems and attack robots a major overhaul as soon as they got back.
Brittany, not being a technophile like her siblings, would have rolled her eyes at their antics, were it not for the fact she'd gotten tangled in a giant ball of golden wiring, literally purring for joy as she allowed herself to be rolled down the hallway by Séance, Genn and Keitaro, the three males, as Genn was in masculine form, sweat dropping, chuckling feebly at the normally reserved feline's antics.
Unfortunately, there was only so much that they could take with them on this first trip, not without leaving the Gina-mobiles behind at any rate, as Gina wasn't about to risk teleporting the precious cargo in case it messed with the gold, that is the Amaran tech, and so it was with great reluctance that the Diggers' siblings left the factory to board Ace's transport.
"Ace? Where'd all these comics come from?" Keitaro asked, the ronin blinking at the sight of several freshly printed issues, and several more back issues, resting in cardboard boxes in the passenger section
"You ain't gonna believe this," the pilot grinned, strapping himself in and flicking through the launch procedures "But remember that outpost I saw? Turns out there's a Comic-Publishing Company all the way out here." He grinned at the Ronin's look of shock "I know, that chillin' or what?"
"Sub-Zero." Keitaro cracked, earning a hearty laugh from the pilot as the Ronin sank back into his seat with a sigh of relief, basking in the central heating, an opened Twinkie packet in his hand "This is heaven…"
"Sure is…" Brianna purred, the youngest diggers startling the Ronin, as he hadn't noticed her sit down, as she hugged his left arm, Gina doing the same to his right, the two of them having partially unzipped their parkas as they eyed him daringly "now anyways."
Séance, who was sitting next to a flushing Genn, the Rakshasa's ESP giving the shape shifter a VERY clear image of the trio's antics, couldn't help but feel they'd forgotten something as the plane took off.
'It's probably nothing.' He muttered, sweat dropping as Brittany, still enveloped in the golden ball of yarn, rolled past him, giggling with feline glee, even as Keitaro's cries for mercy were silenced.
Meanwhile, thousand of miles away...not...
"Blast it all!" Dog Supreme cursed, the canine crook scowling as he piloted his escape pod away from the city-ship, having slipped out of his restraints while the earthlings were carrying off their loot "Well there's one plan for Galactic Domination down the crapper…" he muttered, flinching as his bruises from Brittany's beating ached "Damn bitch…I'll remember this…" he smirked "They haven't seen the last of me…first I'll head over to Quagmire…get that steam-brained earthling to restore me…and then I'll-!"
Whatever the canine conquerors plans for revenge might be, we may never know, for at that moment, hindsight, in the form of his neglecting to ensure his mode of escape was fully restored, reared it's ugly head, in the form of a giant snowy mountain ridge, the canine crook's howls of terror cutting off as his ship crashed into it.
'This sucks…' he muttered, sitting cross-legged in his icy prison, a baleful expression on his face 'I should've just stayed in space…nothing good EVER happens on this dirtball.'
And we're done! For now anyways.
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