SeekerWing
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Post by SeekerWing on Nov 6, 2011 22:14:13 GMT -5
((Sacramento, California, November 5, 2027)) [/center] So. This was earth. Earth was weird. But the sun was bright, so it worked. She guessed. She had landed in a swooping arc, using the gravity of neighboring planets to control her fall as best as possible. Unfortunately, this sent her swooping over an ocean, and so she scanned the nearest suitable alt mode, transformed into the Eurofighter Typhoon, and immediately did what she could to take advantage of earth's gravity. It wasn't long before she'd reached a large city, one that the humans called Sacramento. Human cities were ugly. Ugly and gross. A blemish on the land. The beautiful, rolling land. Humans. Huh. She'd have to fix that. She slowed down, circling over the city, watching the goings on. Maybe it'd be important to see WHY it was ugly before she judged... As it was, she could already feel the distance between her and her family, and the empty echo in her spark didn't help much. She was distracted.
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Prowl
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Post by Prowl on Nov 6, 2011 22:20:39 GMT -5
The pod had just landed, and its metal surface shifted, revealing the protoform inside. Prowl shuttered his optics, standing quickly. His scanners running, he surveyed the planet he had landed on. In the distance, he could see large metal buildings rising into the night sky, their lights lighting up the otherwise darkness that surrounded the planet.
Earth.
The Autobot heard sirens in the distance, and on instinct, he ducked, watching the flashing lights, watching as other cars moved out of its way to give the car space. It was law enforcement. He scanned the internet quickly, learning the language of this planet. It surprised him slightly to find there were more than one language. Upon this discovery, he looked up every language, becoming fluent in the main ones. Mandarin, Spanish, English, Arabic, Portugese, Russian, Japanese, German, and French.
In the second it took him to become fluent in those languages, the car with the sirens hadn't moved much. His optics took in the sign on the side. 'Police.' He ran a background scan on that as well, finding it to be the law enforcement of Earth. There was a lot for the mech to learn, but here was not the place to do it.
Quickly scanning the siren blarring vehicle, Prowl transformed, his gears shifting into place, replacing the protoform he used to traverse space. He kept the sirens off, and backed up, turning swiftly and heading the opposite way of the police car he had scanned.
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Firefly
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Post by Firefly on Nov 7, 2011 16:57:52 GMT -5
The web of life below her, despite the unseemly appearance - and the alt form, so bulky and inflexible! - was incredibly complex, thousands of little lights and sounds, sirens and squeals. She flew lower to see more. The city itself wasn't very pretty, but what was in it... This was a different kind of art, a different, undeveloped, wild vision, more than the chaos land in which it was nestled, but less than a visionary's dream. It was... Odd. There were so many different vehicles, each of them different colors, shapes, and sizes, each of them with a different number of passengers or different Cargo... And any vehicle with flashing lights got people to move over.
She was starting to fly right over the city, her path having gradually straightened. There were a handful of humans - smaller ones - who had spotted her in the sky, as well. She didn't know if she should be concerned or not. She wasn't close enough to see if they were angry, or surprised, or what, and she didn't know if they should be. All she knew was that they were waving excitedly. Apparently not a lot of flying machines flew directly over civilians. Oops. She pulled up, performing a loop, the belly of the jet form on the outside. Halfway through the loop, she performed a basic half-corkscrew motion, flipping herself over, before gliding gently back down to see a bit more. She wasn't sure what she should be doing, but she was pretty sure these humans knew little about her kind. Not a hundred percent sure, but pretty sure.
It was a busy place. She kind of had to like the intricacy. Something small ran into one of the jet wings, a sharp thud, and fell toward the ground. What was...? There were several others, too, small organic winged things. Apparently she was flying low enough to share airspace with them. That... Could get annoying. So could the cloud that she was skimming. Stupid creatures. Maybe their vision wasn't adapted to the clouded environment...? How... Odd. Why were they...? It... No. She stopped thinking about it. The small bird fell down swiftly, and it didn't occur to her to help it, for she was too worried about why the little creatures would fly there, anyway. Coincidentally, about the same time as she decided to connect to the human internet to gain some more information, the little bird hit the ground - painfully, likely killing it - relatively near to the other newcomer on the planet. It hadn't occurred to her to cloak her signal, either, so... If this other bot were enemy? Oops.
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Twister
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Post by Twister on Nov 7, 2011 20:16:27 GMT -5
Three months had passed since Twister arrived on Earth. She was out on her own for now, scouting out Autobot activity. She knew where their bases were, but had yet to have reason to ambush them - ambushing such large bases was a stupid idea for a single Cybertronian to attempt. Besides, that was the least of her considerations now.
Twister was gradually waning her activity from the Decepticons, and was avoiding whom she usually thought were her friends among them. She was getting sick of their ways and was beginning to wonder about her sanity. Twister had little action lately and was getting bored quickly. And every time she got bored, her mood dropped quickly.
Flying through the air at a similar altitude as Firefly some mile and a half away, the black helicopter was grumbling repetitively. ~"Damn Decepticons...taking all the action, and when I do fight or save someone's aft they never giving me any credit...probably cause I'm a femme. All hail Megatron my aft."~ she growled. Twister was as irritable as ever on the inside, though seemingly completely calm and cheerful on the outside - a dangerous mix.
With the night sky fairly clear and her radar active, Twister picked up Firefly and Prowl's signals. With no memories of the past and nothing but her Decepticon interest clicking, Twister pondered over acting against these two. Had her memories been in tact she would have recognized Prowl and that could have changed her actions considerably. Should she call for Blackfire for a little extra support?
Something about this scene triggered a flash of lost memories in her mind, but the images occurred as fast as lightning. She couldn't match the voices, only some of the faces. Faces of distressed Autobots and violent Decepticons. Her frame shuddered as she slowly changed course towards Firefly's larger form. {~"Why do these flashes keep coming back to me? They keep changing! It's like I'm dreaming while I'm awake..."~}[/i][/color]
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Prowl
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Post by Prowl on Nov 7, 2011 21:49:03 GMT -5
The nature of this new world surprised him. It was so different than the living metal found on Cybertron; the life on this planet was one many Cybertronians feared. Organics.
The Autobot kept connected to the world wide wed, learning what he had to in order to blend into this new world. He would be staying here for quite a bit of time, and so with that came his natural tendency for order and rules, even if the rules were from an alien species. To Prowl, rules were rules, no matter their origin. The primitive technology of this planet somewhat surprised him, and he briefly wondered how Red Alert was dealing with such technology, or lack thereof.
Winged creatures flew past his still form, and Prowl watched them, curious of their behavior, the ability of flight. It was common knowledge seekers were capable of flight, but these weren't seekers. They weren't even robotic. They were organics, with only thin membranes able to keep them in the air, their wings catching against the wind to keep their mass from plummeting to the ground below.
His scanners interrupted his throughts as it started to bleep when the presence of another Cybertronian was detected upon them. It was then he noticed the sound of an aircraft as it reached his audio receptors, causing the military strategist to focus his view on the skies stretching endlessly above him. The aircraft seemed to be performing for the spectators, the humans, below, in the city streets. The signal his scanners picked up earlier pointed to this plane.
The police car started, and it drove towards both the city, and the unrecognizable signal his scanners had detected just seconds earlier. Prowl contemplated whether or not to turn his police sirens on, but decided against it. He wasn't some youngling who took advantage of such petty things as that. The Autobot also didn't need to betray this planet's trust of aerial vehicles. He wasn't sure how much their war had affected this planet, and he wanted a first hand opinion from the Autobots he had known and worked with for so long.
If this unidentified Cybertronian was indeed a Decepticon, then Prowl could handle it. If not, then he would realize it quickly within the first few blows into the fight, and would contact the Autobots, alert them to his presence on their new found home, and alert them of his situation. Then he would wait for his back up, and hold out until it arrived.
Entering the city, the car came to a stop, dark windows preventing any human from looking into his car. <"Identify yourself. Destignation and alliance."> The secure comm was sent to Firefly, and the Autobot waited for a reply.
Another signal appeared on his radar then, and this one, was a lot more clearer. Decepticon. The car moved, keeping an optic on the new arrival. That signal. He recognized it, and it sent a pang through him.
He knew her. He had trained her. He had fought beside her. He had shed precious metal beside her. He had felt her disappearance, then her forced betrayal, hard. A friend. Turned enemy. Against her will. She probably didn't even know who he was. <~"Twister."~> He already knew she had picked up her signal, but he needed answers. He needed to know if she had even an inkling of her memory.
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Firefly
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Post by Firefly on Nov 8, 2011 16:25:11 GMT -5
Her connection to the internet fascinated her. There was so much, so varied... Their language so strange... She had apparently entered atmosphere above Great Britain, and had drawn her Alt form off the coast of that area, consequently flying over the ocean, and almost all the way over the next country, before deciding to spin around over the large city she was currently over. English was the primary language over both areas. She absorbed what she could about the language, which was a lot. She'd have to practice speaking it and fine tone a human-like voice. She had other things on her mind at the moment, though. Like that message.
So... She'd been noticed. Good, or bad? Good, or bad? If she didn't answer, bad for sure. If she did... Well...
She chose to respond, though made sure with her tone in the response that this bot understood how lost she was. <"Designation, Firefly, technically neutral... I think. I wish to align myself with the Autobots."> She'd been through security checks before - Paradronians were paranoid, ESPECIALLY of Seekers. Ugh. So, anyway. She noticed that, a good ways away, there was an aerial shape converging on her position. Dandy. It was a different shape, held up by spinning blades. She was familiar with the idea. Should she prepare for combat? She didn't know how to tell the signals apart very well - she only had two, and while the signals were distinctly different, she didn't know which was ally and which was foe. She had to wait until informed - physically (ouch) or over the comm.
This was a particularly vulnerable position. To delay physical discovery, she decided to change her course. Perform a couple of aerial stunts, perhaps. Try to be confusing. With a long circular swoop, she pushed as much speed as she could into this alt mode, a horizontal loop, belly in. Halfway through, she would pull straight up, going away from the ground and trying to keep speed as much as possible, until too high, or until she determined the other flier's status. Hopefully the OTHER one didn't get upset by that. There was a reason, after all. She didn't know what she was doing here anymore. Out of all the places in the universe...
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Twister
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Post by Twister on Nov 9, 2011 5:00:30 GMT -5
Twister was focused on trying to understand why this scene looked familiar to her...had she been in a situation like this before? She didn't recall such. Training? She had the knowledge and experience but for some reason she could not match this scenario with a police alternate mode down below...she could recall similar chases with ground vehicles in some training with Decepticons but few. Then that voice that came through her radio startled her. The voice snapped her out of her focused thoughts like lightning had struck or grazed one of her rotors.
She didn't recognize the other flier, but that other voice belonging to the one on the ground introduced an echo in her processor which caused her to pitch up and hover at altitude immediately. Something inside her churned. Twister hovered there for a moment, barely moving as she watched the two Bots, trying to make sense of what she just experienced.
How should she respond? Should she leave the jet alone? The fact that someone knew her name but she didn't know them once again startled her and alarmed her -- it did not help the current mood she was in. <~"What do you want, groundling? It's not wise to make conversation with an irritable flying Decepticon."~> Twister had steam to let off... Depending on how this one responded, she would stay in the air - she was in this country to see some sights, to try and get away from it all. But so far, the get away hadn't lasted as long as she hoped!
How did Prowl know her name? She'd have to ask if he kept talking to her like he knew her...some Cybertronians were capable of grabbing names out of databases - thus it was possible he didn't actually 'know' her name on a personal level.
<~"Are you lost?"~> Twister called to Firefly and regained a little airspeed and climbed, following her lights and signal curiously. Technically here on vacation, she had little motive to fight unless either of these two ticked her off.
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Prowl
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Post by Prowl on Nov 9, 2011 20:54:53 GMT -5
The Autobot watched Firefly's flight, noting the almost leisurely pace of it. She didn't seem like much of a threat, but Prowl knew how deadly one could turn in a second.
Her comm reply came in, and silence followed her words. It wasn't a long pause, just enough for Prowl to focus his train of thought and to process the femme seeker's words. He was distrustful of seekers after watching a few of them destroy his city.
But Optimus would give this femme a chance. They needed more air power.
<"I'll lead you to them. It you give any indication of harm to one of my allies, I won't hesitate to offline you.">
He didn't trust her. His words said as much. She wasn't an ally. Not yet. But she wasn't his most pressing issue right now; Twister was. The police car turned, backing up as it did so. Its front was angled in a direction where it had both aircraft in sight, though its primary focus was the helicopter.
Her reply came, and Prowl noted how it was spoken as a true Decepticon would have said it. But she wasn't a Decepticon. Not voluntarily at least.
The Twister he knew wouldn't be in the air threatening someone she had once called friend. She seemed not to recognize him, not even an inkling of it. That meant that when she was captured under his command and taken to the Decepticon base, the femme had been reprogrammed, and in the process, her memory banks wiped.
<~"Is it wise to threaten the one who can reveal things about your past those you alliance yourself with refuse to tell you?"~>
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SeekerWing
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I don't want your d*** lemons![A1i:3]
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Post by SeekerWing on Nov 10, 2011 16:50:21 GMT -5
The flying bot seemed - in those short words - to already be much more friendly than the one on the ground. She still knew naught of their alliances, though. Whatever information she gave out, she'd have to trust the other not to do much with it. And she knew, almost for sure, that they were from different factions by their signal. Why they weren't aggressive toward each other, however, threw doubt into that. And if she had to judge by demeanor alone, the flier was the Autobot in the situation. She replied to Twister in the same language Twister had spoken to her with. <~"Lost? Yeah. Pretty much."~> It was a big confession to make to a stranger, but... Ya know, it was a short term situation. Hopefully.
The ground bot's reply was harsh and untrusting, though, and she realized that not only would she have to trust them - they'd have to trust her as well. She sent a quick, curt reply, in an attempt not to leave his words as the great silencer - something considered polite back home, which hopefully wasn't otherwise here. <"I understand."> And she truly did understand - at least, her side. Seekers were universally mistrusted for their 'conniving, cruel, and violent' natures, as well as their tendency to the Decepticon side. Something her trine had long worked to live down. Firefly forced herself to ignore the pang in her spark at the remembrance of the distance between her and her siblings. She certainly hoped that this wasn't a trap, and decided to follow this mech - at least, for now. Pulling out of her current aerial acrobatics, the leveled out and prepared to follow the ground mech at what would undoubtedly be a gruelingly slow speed.
And as such, in preparation of said slow speed, she started some basic looks into different human appearances and voices so that she might begin to outline her holoform and her English voice. She wanted it to be totally original to herself, but would, for now, settle for something different. She chose one of the first actors she could find that even minimally fit a holoform appearance - an American actor - and went back to the area that she had first flown over to get a voice to put together. In other words, when the humans first heard her, she'd have a horrible British accent. Not that she minded. It added personality, and, in the quick search she'd done on the areas she'd flown over before she slowed her flight, they had the more fitting attitude. She wasn't an expert, but she could appreciate the value of a first impression. The fraction of a second this flickering search took away from her attentiveness meant little, and she left the thought process and skimming search to be a basic go-to if the flight, for any unforeseen (or, well, assumed) reason, got... Well... Dull. It happened. [/blockquote]
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Twister
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Post by Twister on Nov 10, 2011 20:57:38 GMT -5
Once again, Prowl's response hit Twister's conscience well. <~"And you claim to know what the others don't?"~> Twister growled. <~"No one's tried to tell me slag or if they did they had to bail, and the Decepticons are starting to wonder why I'm getting pissy with them."~> she snorted over the radio before switching links to speak with Firefly.
The femme shifted into an auto-rotative descent while keeping the power on. Flaring (pitching up, meaning lifting up the nose) atop a tall building near the current road Prowl was located on, she transformed at the last 10 feet mid flare and landed lightly on the roadside of the roof. Her bright red optics squinted slightly as she adjusted to the additional amount of light in the city now that she was more or less surrounded by it.
<~"I could...escort you that way when I am done here...I was going to cruise the coast some more. Been out for some peace. I live towards the direction you probably need to go. The Bot on the ground could probably help you too."~> Twister let Firefly decide for herself, giving no indication of her supposed loyalty to the Decepticons. As long as one of them didn't piss her off, she was not going to seek out destruction this time around. Perhaps she had before earlier this summer, but how else other than vacationing and long flights would she let off steam? Twister wasn't sure if Firefly was interacting with the one on the ground, but if she confirmed she was, then she planned on asking her if she knew him.
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Prowl
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Post by Prowl on Nov 10, 2011 22:42:12 GMT -5
The Autobot watched both females warily, untrusting of both, each with different reasons. Firefly was a seeker, and since Cybertron and the destruction of Praxus, Prowl had become very distrustful of all Seekers, perhaps even unjustly. Twister was untrusted because of her alliance. There were very few Autobots who trusted her even remotely. Prowl didn't trust her; not completely, but he also wouldn't attack her on site.
At Firefly's comm, Prowl replied, <"Good."> He then focused his attention on the other femme; Twister.
Her reply was less than friendly. Prowl watched as the female transformed, landing on the roof of a nearby building. The female watched him, and Prowl did the same.
His gears shifted as the Cybertronian transformed, dark emotionless blue optics watching the transformed femme. <~"They refuse to tell you because they fear your leader. You were not always a Decepticon Twister."~>. He paused, allowing the words to sink in. He debated about telling her about her Autobot origins, but in the end, decided against it. He would wait for her reaction first.
The Autobot wanted to avoid a fight if possible, but he had been after a chance to talk with the female for a while now.
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Firefly
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Post by Firefly on Nov 11, 2011 19:32:55 GMT -5
Firefly was suddenly stuck on two sides. Silly her. Bad seeker, bad. So yeah. Slightly awkward. Can be fixed. She replied back to Twister, her voice tripping over itself as she hesitated, since she wasn't entirely sure what to say. She could tell, now, that this bot was Decepticon. Not an entirely horrible Decepticon like Paradronian stories entailed, but a Decepticon. Possibly a neutral, if they still existed in the war on earth. <~"I do believe that mech down there is taking me back. Though if you want you can follow... I mean... If you already know where... Maybe it's not a good idea though? But still..."~> She was probably making a mistake. Yup. Mistake. Bad Firefly. Invite the enemy through the front doors. What a great way to redeem the Seekers.
So, at that, she shut up and did a loop, belly out, focusing on the vehicle below her while still trying to keep enough speed to stay in the air. That did take a bit of momentum, after all, for this form of flight.
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Twister
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Planes are for people who can't fly helicopters![A1i:4]
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Post by Twister on Nov 11, 2011 20:42:47 GMT -5
"Whaaat?" Twister exclaimed out loud as if having been attacked due to the surprise she was overwhelmed with. It was likely Prowl can hear her with how good their hearing is.
She thought a moment about the visions she dealt with occasionally for Primus knew how long now- they were more frequent now, and it was true, some times she felt like she didn't belong with the other Decepticons...perhaps this was why she was in such a bad mood lately? It would certainly explain that and perhaps even why nothing felt right. <~"You'd better not be playing mind games with me, because admittedly I have been dealing with randomized visions both awake and while in stasis. If you tell me more, perhaps I can help you escort the other flier here part of the way. Fair deal?"> Twister offered, severely wanting to know more.
But if for some reason Prowl was trying to lure her into a trap, oooooh he would so pay the price!!
Now to try and focus on Firefly before she went into a brief state of "excitement" -- <~"Don't worry about it, I think I am going to follow or help escort you, the groundling seems to know some things about me I have never known and I must find out for BEFORE I GO NUTS."~>
This could change so much...perhaps more than she was ready for, but only the future could tell.
{"Get ahold of yourself, Twister...it's not the end of the world."}[/i][/color] Twister took a step back, finding herself accidentally staring down Prowl as she called to her Symbiote who was off several miles exploring another part of California. She liked giving the little femme freedom wherever possible. //"Blackfire, rendezvous to my location pronto!"\\
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Blackfire
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Post by Blackfire on Nov 11, 2011 20:59:30 GMT -5
Blackfire had actually started making friends with a random human, and had to cut off interactions when her master called. She had felt the stir of emotions within her and was beginning to worry again, for as of the last several years the stir of emotions was becoming more common day after day. She sent a special ping over the link to acknowledge her orders and took flight immediately. The little dragon femme picked up airspeed and altitude quickly with the help of her great wingspan.
((To better describe Blackfire, look up Toothless from How to Train Your Dragon :3))
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Prowl
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Post by Prowl on Nov 12, 2011 11:28:43 GMT -5
Twister's words easily met his audio receptors, and he knew his words had affected her. He was all but positive even before the exclaimed words, but there was always something about hearing the truth that sealed the deal. It crushed any doubt one could have, and in its place rested the undoubtful truth.
There was no pause between her last words and his short reply. <~"Fair enough."~> The Autobot militant strategist paused, allowing old, unvisited memories to wash over him for a second, before he pushed them efficiently to the back of his processor.
<~"On Cybertron, before you were a Decepticon, you were a valued Autobot. You and your symbiote, Blackfire, were some of the very few air power the Autobots had. In those days, we lost many. You were trained by our weapons specialist, Ironhide. I also had a hand in your training. We had, and I would presume, still have the same fighting style. You, me, and another, Bumblebee, were on a patrol where we were ambushed by five Decepticons. When Bumblebee went down, you provided cover and told me to get him back to base. We argued a bit over it, but your reasoning was logical, and you had a better chance to make it back to base than I did. You were captured while I was evacuating Bumblebee. Ehen I saw you go down, I tried to get to you, but the three remaining Decepticons rose into the air before I could."~>. He paused. <~"I took Bumblebee back to the base so he could receive medical attention, and debriefed Optimus on the situation. We hadn't any idea where they took you, but we searched every known base. You and Blackfire weren't in any of them. Then one day, you and your symbiote reappeared. But you were different. Decepticons."~>
He watched the female, waiting for the reply he knew was coming, even if it wouldn't come right away because of shock. <~"That is why you were never informed of your origins."~>
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