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the inner gate
"Let them in, and take them out."
Through ups and downs, the Moira and the crew have survived much together:
During the first wave of arrivals, the ship docks at a planet that has an addictive substance called Exuo — crew went through mood swings, heightened aggression, and fits of paranoia. Natives attempted to kidnap and sacrifice everyone.
A solar storm caused a power blip, and strange masks were found in every mailbox that gave them unusual abilities.
They reached Caducus Primary, a planet largely comprised of glass. The representative of CP accused the crew and captains of theft; however, they didn’t leave fast enough, and a skirmish caused damage to their Ingress, which ended with Caducus Primary cracking and being destroyed.
The power fluctuates and temperatures drop. One of the captains, Tipota, is found dead. This is the introduction of Ploiatos, who ended up being one of the original crew members affected by the power of the Ingress.
The Moira docks at Emiri, which was comprised of three main cities where the culture was influenced heavily by finding one’s soulmate. The company responsible for this, Link’d Inc, is incredibly popular throughout the universe. However, hints of forced unions, kidnapping, and slavery are investigated by the crew after an attack on all of the cities by a rebel group. The planet becomes locked down. Benjamin Link joins the crew and helps them escape.
Another month passes, and crew dock on Ceta. It is known for it’s unusual atmosphere and its living beings AKA sentient flying whales. They were hunted for valuable organic resources, and eventually, the crew decided to hire mercenaries from outlying planets to protect them from further death.
Soon after, the Moira stops at an abandoned prison station called Del Pascia with a resident AI (D-E-L) who was “irritated and snippy” but did not keep crew from exploring and taking items. D-E-L tried to persuade crew to stay, and when it became clear no one wanted to, D-E-L tried to infect them as she had infected those who’d remained behind in the prison. Everyone fought and escaped.
Amissis-Re is an unregistered planet that had no signs of life — the crew’s next stop. Here, they meet a “host” who had done the impossible and “fixed” the Ingress. However, she only reversed the energy of the Ingress, which created melted worlds and made it incredibly dangerous to discern reality from the time inside these worlds. The host gifts some of the crew with journals after she decides to go through the Ingress and remain there.
The Moira begins to malfunction, and those of Caducus Secondary, along with survivors of Caducus Primary, hunt the ship and those inside it for revenge. Negotiations started while crew tried to set up defenses aboard. Due to prior issues, the Ingress shuts off, resulting in the melding of Caducun glass with the ship and everyone aboard. When the Ingress finally stabilizes, the Moira is now in a different universe: the Runoff.
Some members of the crew are found on a slavery outpost in the Runoff, and others make a stealthy rescue effort to bring them back to the Moira. First Mate Egan and Captain Ira appear through the Ingress, explaining that they are the original members of the Moira designated to pilot the ship. The old captains hand over authority to them as the ship drifts into the Luminous Sea.
The ship crashes into one of the moons within the Luminous Sea where crew find a group of natives who are overly friendly. They beckon them to stay with food, drink, and much more. Unbeknownst to those who stay with them, an entire year passes. Eventually, what is wrong with the Moira is patched so they can leave.
After months of hard travel, the crew explore the wonders of the Mini Colony. A closed ceremony held on the MC caused crew to change in ways they’d never experienced before. Yet, during the festivities, someone triggered the “fear machine”, and crew suffered from phobias once back on the ship.
Those working on the Ingress pick up a signature for the Midway Hub and begin to make preparations to go there. The new species Ploiatos has become is named Mirtis (meer-tees); some of the crew kill him before things get too out of control again as they had in the previous months. The Ingress is then turned on, and the ship falls into a time slip.
The Moira crashes on the Midway Hub.
Captain Ira draws a map and encourages crew to split up and travel to the Inner Gate of the Midway Hub. Once inside the Outer Gate, crew experience de-powering — a safety protocol of those who’d worked on the Hub. Exploration and survival are a key focus during this time. They move through a network of caves to find the entrance to the Inner Gate.
After a brief respite, crew learn that the entrances to Gate A and Gate B are inside one of the caves. Groups are split, TABS are synced, and crew explore carefully until an entrance is found. Crew discover Gate A first, and all crew are contacted to gather there. The captains remain at the cave entrance until all crew are accounted for, and then, they enter through the gate together.
Finally, after entering through the Inner Gate, the crew head down through a system of tunnels that lead them to an underground - and main - section of the Midway Hub. Initial scans show that there is a catacomb of rooms and hallways that seem to have been patched together hastily and messily, suggesting that the builders added on new areas as they were needed. Anyone who has abilities, and tries to use them now, will realize that they are no longer depowered as they had been for the last several weeks. Crew are allowed to explore and are encouraged to look for any evidence as to why the previous tenants are gone, as well as take any supplies found or find ways to radio out for assistance.
☄ FLOOR ONE - jan. 3rd
Deeper in, the first level of the Hub is littered with thousands of papers and notes regarding things on the Ingress. Some are highly classified while others are of the smallest consequence to anyone reading them. Upon closer inspection, some of the things listed might even make sense to those of the crew slightly familiar with Ingress technology—reports of energy distortion and time slips, effects of the energy on those traveling through it, how to isolate particular parts of the Ingress' energy and use them to transport to other places. Only a portion of these documents are legible; the majority have either been torn into pieces or charred. Smaller rooms can be found here as well, offices and labs that are only large enough to hold five or six people at a time, and within some of them, pieces of machinery and electronics can be found. Most recognizable are the circular-curved mechanisms that belong to an Ingress. Yet, rather than just one, there are hundreds. Some have been left in piles of twisted, melted hunks, and some, those parts still (probably) capable of being used if the occasion presented itself, are thrown about carelessly, tossed under desks and under chairs and even embedded in parts of the walls where they - more than likely - exploded.
Not much else can be found on this level. Unless empty cups and broken computers are justifiable as something.
☄ FLOOR TWO - jan. 4th
Crew who travel even further within the Hub will find that not all things have been deserted. Sort of. What greets anyone who explores here is the visible evidence that some sort of intense struggle happened between those who worked on the Hub and a group of outsiders. Dead bodies cover the floors, in hallways, and inside personal quarters. The one constant in the tableau is that none of them died in any sort of peace, and the visceral knowledge of that is clear by the amount of blood spilled and the putrid smell that comes from it having been sealed off for such a long time. Be careful to tread lightly and step with caution. Also, breathing the air for any more than a few seconds without some sort of filter isn’t advisable. Items worth taking might be in the form of blankets and clothes, but most of it seems to have been taken in a rush.
☄ FLOOR THREE - jan. 5th
And even further within the Hub, below the offices and labs and unfortunate death, a power source can be found. From obvious signs, it is clear that someone had lived here recently, and anyone who looks through some of the things left behind will find a list of recordings readily available to them. They are as follows:
audio log 1
audio log 2
audio log 3
audio log 4
audio log 5
☄ FLOOR FOUR - jan. 6th to the 24th
Inside the Ingress Channel, a group of fifteen have taken up a defensive position, standing in a small circle towards the back. When approached, they’ll tell crew to stay where they are; they want to talk to them but with lots of space between. There doesn’t appear to be a leader of this diverse group, but one person comes forward and asks who they are and what they were doing on the Moira as they had seen it crash. With this new group being unwilling to divulge any information, the conversation is slow to reveal anything important or useful.
Through patience and diplomatic efforts by the crew, the following is eventually discovered: these people call themselves Savrii and aren’t native to the Midway Hub. The Savrii aren’t hostile, though they are skittish at first. Their people were sent through the Ingress to destroy all the documented research on Ingress technology and energy that could be found here, taking out anyone who tried to stop them. Their mission was critical, meant to protect the universe from those tampering with such an unstable, natural force. During the incursion, the Ingress machines on the Hub were damaged, and they are what’s left of the group of Savrii that didn’t make it back through before the machine shut down. They’ve seen footage and schematics of the Moira and would have destroyed it, too, if it had landed instead of crashing. The Moirans did the job for them.
Their people don’t believe in fighting or chaos, unless the Ingress energy is being manipulated in any way. The ship was the first of its kind, created by severing some of the energy from the whole. This upset an already delicate balance and caused issues with Ingresses all across the universes. The Savrii liken it to taking a child away from its mother. When the crew explain that they were only passengers, the Savrii believe them. They lower their weapons and open the floor to peaceful discussion. From this point, crew learn that the Savrii have been surviving here as they try to fix one of the Ingress machines, which they are close to but are lacking one of the key elements. Science technicians from the Moira, who have studied the Ingress will realize that after sorting through the wreckage the part they need survived the crash, and with help, the crew are able to assist in replacing the broken element.
When the Ingress is rebooted, they send one of their group through, who returns a moment later with good news. The damage on this side didn’t affect the Ingress Complex on the other, a place where the Ingress Energy was first discovered and built around. They tell of their home, with the largest and first Ingress machine, that is a mecca of travel and culture. It might not be the crew's original homes, but the Ingress there is functioning, and they can use it.
The Savrii can go home. The Moirans are allowed to come with them.
Step through the Ingress and
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He pushes closer, rutting against Adam's palm with a slow thrust of his hips. His thoughts aren't so far from Adam's, and though he also keeps them to himself, they aren't exactly secret. His tongue gently pushes past Adam's lips, penetrating his mouth, while his hands dip down over the small of Adam's back.]
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But there are no words just now, just touch and desire they both feel. Ronan's fingers on his back send shivers hot along his spine. Lips part, eagerly taking him in, sucking lightly on his tongue like he would if it's Ronan's cock.
He stops stroking Ronan, wanting to draw it out, pleasuring him. His hand presses up over his abs fingers tracing each dip of his muscles and skin to one of the nipples he knows to be so sensitive. He knows Ronan will miss the feeling of his hand stroking his cock but there's an enjoyment in prolonging it.
Adam just doesn't want this moment to end, they'd found corner of heaven and safety. Clean and able to explore each other's bodies once more. ]
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It's understandable, why Adam would want to be patient and make it last, but Ronan's lust has been awakened and he desires Adam feverishly. His hands slip further, until he's cupping Adam by the ass and their bodies are gliding together again. They feel weightless in the water, and the temperature is so perfect that it feels like they're suspended in air.
Ronan withdraws his tongue so he can catch his breath, and he can't help nipping at Adam's lips. He pleads against Adam's mouth:]
Touch all of me. I need to feel you everywhere.
[Adam's hands are holy and Ronan could never resent their touch.]
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The way that even when Adam is trying to slow things down and Ronan remains so eager makes him feel so wanted but he's still worried that things will go too fast. He wants to beg for more time. Can Ronan dream that? He supposes in a way he already had with this room that feels out of time and space.
His lips stay parted slightly when they stop kissing, a quiet sound welling in the back of his throat at the nip and the request.
His fingers slide down his chest to his sides and hips to pull him close then as if he could flush their bodies from chest down and as if they could touch each other everywhere at once. almost. His hands slide over his lower back, looking at him briefly. The desire to be touched by Ronan is just as clear as he leans in to kiss. ]
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One keeps a hold of Adam's ass in its tight grip while the other hand glides back up over spine and shoulder blade. He's captured Adam like this, dipping his tongue again and again into Adam's mouth. It's never going to be enough, because they'll never become whole the way Ronan wants them to be, but these moments are the closest they might ever get.
Ronan's hips sway for another slow grind against Adam, his throat rumbling with a low moan. It takes all of his self-control to keep himself from going wild and being unchaste. If any of this can be called chaste in the first place.]
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He wants him so much. He wants everything and he still doesn't know if there's going to be a time that Ronan longs for. But as they grind agianst each other, the other's kiss hot and leaving him wanting more he breaks it.
He's panting as he meets the other's eyes. ]
Ronan, I want... [ His throat tightens slightly because what he wants to ask for is so selfish and he can remember all their previous conversations, he can remember the feeling of being rejected and pushed away and would that happen again?
If Ronan said yes would it be because he truly desired it, that he's okay with it and wants it as much as he does or is it because he wants to do anything for Adam? ]
I want to make love.
[ He finally says quietly, not caring that the phrasing feels cheesy and trite. ]
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On the other hand, he is dying.
He is dying.
Is he going to die without making love to Adam? There have been so many close calls already. Even if they didn't know about the demon waiting for them in the future, it feels like he nearly loses his life every other day. Would he have regretted anything more than dying without giving himself to Adam completely?
Ronan looks into Adam's eyes. He hopes the love overpowers the fear in his gaze.]
What if I hurt you?
[The heart of his concern. He's such a terrible and treacherous thing.]
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Adam wants everything. ]
I trust you.
[ It didn't matter if it hurt, nothing would hurt more than never being able to be with him. He kisses him, more chaste for now. ]
It'll be okay.
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Okay.
[He catches Adam's lips again, his body shifting as his hand drops from Adam's shoulder to grip him at the waist. It's something like standing at the top of a waterfall, preparing to dive. There's no right way to do it, but a lot of wrong ways, and mostly it comes down to luck.
Ronan slips his knee between Adam's thighs, spreading his legs. His hand brushes over Adam's cock as it makes its way down and under, seeking his entrance. He teases it with his fingertip, waiting for Adam to relax.]
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He kisses him back, his hands running over his head and the back of his neck, soothing soft caresses and massaging along his shoulder as the other spread his thighs. Adam shudders as the hand brushes past his aching length, lower and he feels a coiling heat at the memory of how good his fingers had felt the last time they did this.
There's the instinctive tensing in anticipation his muscles somewhat fluttering as he thinks himself through relaxing at the press of the finger, the sensation of it against the entrance arousing all by itself, though. ]
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Ronan tries not to think ahead. He doesn't want to lose his nerve. He'll handle each part of this moment-to-moment. This, right now, is nothing they haven't done before. More than once, he's pleasured Adam with nothing but his fingers. He's more in danger of making Adam come too quickly than causing him any harm. With that reassurance, Ronan remembers to breathe.
His lips leave Adam's mouth, trailing kisses along his jaw. He dips down, sucking the sensitive curve of Adam's throat, feeling Adam's pulse against his tongue. A sweet haze dulls his mind, drawn out by the warmth of the bath and the warmth of Adam's skin and the warmth inside him. Beneath Adam's hands, Ronan's muscles lose some of their tension.]
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When the other's lips move, leaving the heated line of kisses and sucks and he wouldn't mind if he also left marks in his wake, the kind he was apt to leaving on Ronan more often than not. ]
You won't regret it, right? [ He murmurs because even if he thinks in the future the answer might change he wants to hear what Ronan thinks now, wants to be reassured that he's not pushing him into something he doesn't want. It's hard to think of the possibility he doesn't want it, though, not with how hard Ronan is, how hungry his touch and mouth are.
His fingers curl into his shoulder briefly before stroking down his arms, feeling the strength of his biceps. God, he loves everything about Ronan. ]
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Only if you do.
[What's the purpose of any of it - Ronan's devotion, his desire to marry, his need to make the moment perfect - if not for Adam? Ronan could never regret touching Adam. He could only regret doing it the wrong way.
And with that, Ronan pushes a second finger into Adam. He's not sure how he'll know when Adam's ready. He's still so tight that it seems impossible. But the thought makes Ronan ache, his cock rock-hard and throbbing with anticipation. God, it's all he wants, to be inside Adam.]
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When the second finger presses in Adam's fingers dig in a little into his arms a quiet gasp and moan slipping from his lips, the muscle tensing around Ronan's fingers at first but slowly relaxing again. He tilts his head to press kisses along his jawline, soft whispers of want and love on his breath and not fully formed thoughts.
His hands slowly release the harsh grip on the other's biceps, returning to their slow exploration of his body, fingertips admiring ridges of muscle, rubbing against sensitive spots he's come to learn so well over his stomach and chest while there is still some room between their bodies. He doesn't think that will last for long. Soon they'll be flush against each other. ]
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But there's going to be so much more for him tonight. Now that Adam's adjusted to the feeling of him, it's time to take the plunge. With his free hand, Ronan reaches past Adam to grab at one of the various bottles beside the bath. This one is oil, he remembers from his dream, though it was meant for a massage. He fills his palm with it and dips his hand into the bath, slicking his hard length with it as best he can. Not an easy task, though the oil seems to prefer his skin over the water.
With his fingers still inside Adam, he carefully directs Adam closer, until they're pressed hip-to-hip and Ronan's nudging his erection between Adam's legs. He kisses Adam's lips and prays silently for virility and grace and forgiveness. May he be worthy.
His fingers slip gradually out of Adam to make way for his cock. He's still trembling with barely suppressed nervousness, but he steadies his hand as his head nudges against Adam's entrance. With agonizing slowness, he begins to press in.]
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His body is both greedy and resistant as fingers slip out and Ronan's cock presses against the tight ring of muscle that seems to be confused on whether to relax or contract at the pressure. His nails dig into the back of Ronan's shoulders. There's pressure and then his body gives, a quiet sound escapes him into their kiss.
The main thing he remembers is the importance of relaxing which is a bit more difficult in practice with the way his muscles naturally tense around the intrusion but there's a high to it, to having Ronan inside him even if that weird apphrension is still fluttering in his stomach. ]
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He manages it, though. Even his trembling subsides as heat and pressure grip him, pleasure spreading and flooding through him as he slides deeper and deeper into Adam. It feels like it takes ages, but ever inch claimed is an overwhelming victory. Ronan's breath escapes in short, shuddering gasps as Adam squeezes around him. His slippery hands pull Adam's thighs up around his hips to make it easier, and finally he finds himself hilt-deep inside Adam, as far as he can go.
This is it. This is the closest they'll ever be, as much a single soul as they'll be able to become in these bodies. Ronan exhales with a shaky laugh, a fragile sound like he might be on the verge of tears. He holds this for now, not thrusting yet, simply enjoying the feeling of Adam surrounding him. He kisses Adam's lips again and again, worshipful, his heartbeat pulsing inside him.]
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Ronan is pressed as deep inside him as he could go, their bodies one in an almost unbelievable way. It's not quite the dream that Ronan had described but this is close. He holds tighter to Ronan, trying to normalize his breathing and to stay relaxed because that will help it be easier for both of them, for it to hurt less and he figures it probably makes it a bit easier on Ronan who is being so careful. ]
I love you so much. [ The words are whispered reverently against Ronan's mouth before he's kissing him back fully each time, and he wishes they could stay suspended forever in this moment. After a few moments he breaks away from the kiss long enough to talk. ]
You can move.
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With his hands still firmly planted on Adam's thighs, keeping him elevated and under control, Ronan sways back and begins to slide out. Almost as slow as he went in, but only a few inches before he's thrusting deep again.
If holding still felt incredible, movement is somehow a hundred times better. A moan rolls out of him as he rocks forward, heat building and encouraging him to let go of all those worries and inhibitions. It starts to seem like Adam's body was created for him, to fit him perfectly, so there's no need to be scared.]
I love you. I love you...
[He thrusts with increasing urgency, though it's still a languid rhythm, like waves lapping at a shore. Ronan's lips leave Adam's mouth, spreading against Adam's cheek as his breath quickens. He's panting, gasping for how good it feels. He's beginning to lose awareness for anything outside of Adam. The entire universe is melting away.]
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His hand slides up, running over the back of his head, and then back downward along the back of his neck and his upper back. He can't think about anything but Ronan moving inside of him, holding him close and safe, loving him. ]
How does it feel [ Adam whispers, though asking for such a description almost feels dirty but as much as he thinks Ronan has a penchant for exaggeration and dramatics he loves the way he describes things, them. ] Tell me
[ It'll be over too soon, he's sure and he's not sure if they'll get a chance like this again but he hopes for it already. ]
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It feels...
[Ronan's voice is unsteady, his throat tight. Soft gasps interrupt every other word:]
It's a warm place. And you're taking me in like I can't get away, like it's... We're one thing now. Not you and me anymore. Just us. You're holding me inside you. It's the only place I've ever wanted to be.
[The pleasure of it ripples through every muscle in his body. There is not just one part of him inside Adam. He's being consumed. One hand slides around to the small of Adam's back, angling him so that Ronan can bury himself deeper. It's becoming difficult to suppress himself. He's moving faster than he probably should.]
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He loves him so much that he really doesn't think he has much of a life left if he lost him. He'd keep going but it wouldn't mean anything without him. ]
I love you. [ He whispers, his words never as poetic as Ronan's, they didn't really need to be. Ronan is poetic enough for both of them. But god, he loves him so much. A quiet gasp slips out of Adam when the other shifts their bodies, feeling him deeper, the movements faster and he knows that Ronan's going to come.
He doesn't want it to end, what if they never get this chance again? He presses his lips to Ronan's after searching them out, kissing him needily. Somehow, in the face of this moment starting to come to a close, knowing it's impending makes him feel scared and vulnerable in a way he maybe should have felt more acutely when Ronan was first fingering him and then pushing inside of him.
It's the impending loss of that that exposes something fragile in himself that he's not sure what to do with. ]
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Isn't there a way for this to last forever? He meets Adam's lips with a desperate kiss, tongue probing and pushing into him as if there isn't enough of him inside Adam. If there was ever a moment for some miracle of magic, this should be it. Let him turn into light, let him make a home in Adam's heart, let him live inside Adam's veins so that he can stop existing so pointlessly separate from what he loves most. He wants to die right here, right now. He should never have to feel anything other than this.
When he comes, his cry is stifled into Adam's mouth. His body seizes and his hands squeeze at Adam, losing control of themselves, too slippery to hold onto any part of him but trying nonetheless. His cock pulses as he explodes into Adam, filling him with wet heat, and his mind is a white-out of the purest and most intense pleasure. The kiss breaks as Ronan gasps for breath, a whimpering ah-ah escaping on each exhale. His hips jerk reflexively with a few final shudders, until he's totally spent, and then he sags against Adam with his eyes still squeezed shut. As if he's agonized. As if he's fighting back tears.]
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It's an odd sensation, feeling Ronan come inside of him, feeling the way his hips jerk, his cock doing the same inside and god, Ronan's pleasure is beautiful, even more beautiful than the other times he's seen it. Ronan can't hold the kiss and even that is beautiful to Adam, watching him lose himself in that orgasm.
He wraps his arms around his shoulders, burying his face in his neck and he loves this boy so much that it hurts and he's scared now that it's over, that fear of losing this closeness. He hates a little bit how weak he feels in that vulnerability, scared to show it at all aside from the way he's clinging close to Ronan. ]
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I love you.
[He's breathless, his hands climbing Adam's body until they have him by the cheeks. Gently, he directs Adam's mouth to his own, kissing him again with the sloppy clumsiness of someone drunk on joy.]
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