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Z'Gato nodded, at least looking interested in the planet they were headed to. He was only mildly curious, but he at least took in what was being spoken, so Travis' claim of 'boring' him was accurate. Z'Gato made a thoughtful sound as he looked out of one of the viewports, staring down at the planet as the ship made its slow cruise.

"It is. This is the suit when equipped with the 'Phazon' protection modules. I had gained the modules earlier back on Hunroth, but I have only recently been able to activate it. The last time I was face-to-face with Delacroix, he shot me with a blast of Phazon with a pistol, so this upgrade will prove valuable. Best to keep that little trick in mind when dealing with him..." Z'Gato said, looking down at his armor for a moment. "There also seems to be programming with this armor's modules that will allow me to utilize other upgrades, but I have not found them yet. I will need to seek other Chozo ruins to find those modules..." Z'Gato explained, his eyes still on the green planet of Earth.

At this point, he finally turned to look at Travis. "...And I suppose I like the color," He admitted.

"But what of our target? Will it be difficult to track him down on the planet?"
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"Hmm..." Travis was still dressed in his under armor, rubbing his chin.

"Well, that honestly depends on who we're looking for and where they've managed to hole themselves up. Although Earth itself isn't as big as, say, Jupiter, there are so many places to hide on this planet it's not even funny. You could hide on earth in the forest and not even the GFMI would find you that easily. Chances are though, our target is either hiding in the middle of the woods somewhere, or he is holed up somewhere in the city. He could even be at the address Rex gave us, but regardless, we have to see what Jenosa and Alissa have manage to dredge up. I wish I had been out there with them, but there was the matter of well.. meeting Athena."

Travis looked out the same port window, standing shoulder to shoulder with Z'gato. "It'll be nice to breathe in the air again, though. No matter how far I go from this planet, I always miss it."
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Z'Gato grunted, agreeing with the man's sentiments. The Chozo felt the same way about Zebes, though it was highly unlikely he would ever travel to that planet again, redeemed or not. He knew the feeling, though, wanting to feel the planet's wind on his face, the air in his lungs...

Z'Gato shook his head, snapping out of the thought. "She is...quite special to you, yes?" Z'Gato asked. It was, perhaps, a very intrusive question, but at the same time, Z'Gato was still unsure if their relationship would be a healthy one...not that the Chozo could really tell, since he had never truly been in a relationship like that. The closest thing would be his infatuation with Tisiphone, a woman who seemed to dominate his idle thoughts and take up a large part of his heart. She was...

Z'Gato cut the thought from his mind. It wouldn't do to get distracted at a time like this, in the middle of a conversation. "You think this will work out?"
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"I think it will... We just need to make sure it does."

Travis flexxed and suddenly heard a gurgling sensation from his stomach.

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In all the excitement of getting ready, he had forgotten to eat! Travis sighed and stretched with a yawn. Maybe now would be a good time to get out of the hangar?

"Uh... I believe that was my stomach. Hey Z'gato, could I interest you in heading up to the upper deck with me? I need to grab a bite to eat, and I'd be happy to offer you something. And I promise, it's not a leech."
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Z'Gato nodded before sighing, checking to make sure their Metroid friends were not within earshot. "Very well. I...appreciated the hospitality on SR388, but such cuisine was...not exactly my favorite," The Chozo admitted. Letting Travis lead the way, as Z'Gato was a first-timer on the ship. Z'Gato had eaten some time ago, but it would probably be a good idea to eat again since he was not altogether sure when next he would be able to rest on the planet. For all he knew, Z'Gato might not have such a chance when tracking their quarry down.

When they arrived, Z'Gato removed his helmet, shaking his feathers free from their usual, matted form due to his wearing of the helmet. Environmental seals hissed for a moment before closing, and indication that his suit was no longer environmentally sealed at the moment, but Z'Gato did not expect toxic gas or a hull breach anytime soon, as much as the thought passed by his mind. Even now, he had trouble relaxing.

At that moment, he thought he could smell various aromas, some slightly familiar, but most being quite foreign.
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Bacon strips.. check.

Onions, check.

Italian wheat rolls, check.

Angus beef patties? Check.

Toaster, double check.

Oven? Check.

Travis could be seen cutting up a vegetable or two and throwing them into a small pan, adding a dab of a strange, yellow and viscous liquid. In another pan, or rather a contraption shaped like a grate, sizzling aromas of meat had filled the room. From the wafting odors in the kitchen, it was obvious he was cooking something, but as to what Z'gato would likely have no idea. He probably had never even seen half the ingredients being laid out before him, much less eaten them.

Travis, strangely, had a devilish grin.

"I probably shouldn't be cooking these, but damn it, I miss some of Earth's cuisine. Tell me, Z'gato, have you ever had what's called a burger?"

He reached into the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of a dark brown liquid. Whatever it was, Travis seemed pretty happy.
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Z'Gato was quite disturbed. He was not sure if Travis was preparing food or mutilating it. The way he sliced various odds and ends made the Chozo think about some of the food he had seen humans eat on other space stations, but to see them up close almost looked akin to some foreign artwork.

"...No, I have not," Z'Gato replied, smelling the cooking bits of meat that Travis was preparing, but at the same time, he was confused. "Why do you not cut the meat into smaller pieces?" He asked, tilting his head inquisitively to the side. Z'Gato was no stranger to eating meat, often cooking them in smaller pieces, but these looked more like slabs of meat rather than what Z'Gato was used to making for himself.

The Chozo also noticed a distinct lack of nuts.

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"Well, Z'gato... that's because I intend to combine them into a recipe."

Travis removed the bread from the toaster and pulled the onions from the pan. A delicious scent had wafted through the kitchen, the strange vegetation in the pan colored a golden brown. Travis placed a piece of meat on one of the rolls with tongs and placed the strips of smaller meats on top of it, topping it off with a sopping of his vegetation, and adding a drip of the mysterious brown liquid. He grinned from ear to ear.

"This is called a burger, Z'gato. To be exact, it's a type of burger... a Texas Angus burger. Would you like one?"

Z'Gato was still relatively unsure of this madness, but he nodded all the same. "I have not tired any such before, but...I shall try it anyway," He said, still eyeing the combination of vegetables, meats, bread, and other substances the Chozo was not aware of.

"Your culture has rather strange tastes of food. The only thing I recognize are tsalfeen," He said, pointing at the onions. "And even then, you prepare them quite differently."

"Well, humans have many many ways to prepare food, Z'gato. You can dice it, roast it, grill it, bake it..." Travis trailed off.

"But I digress. Here, as a guest, I offer you the first burger. I think you'll like it; the meat is called beef, and this variety is called angus. It's the best quality of beef availible. I hope you enjoy!"

Travis went to fix himself a burger.

Z'Gato accepted the plate and sat down at the table. He looked at the concoction for a moment before finally taking it in his armored hand and taking a bite out of the meal. At first, the mixture of flavors and substances made his eye twitch, not sure if this sorcery of cooking was either a blessing or a curse. Eventually, however, he seemed to take to it, somehow enjoying the textures and taste despite his earlier reservations concerning it.

Eventually, the Chozo finished the "burger", taking probably longer than Travis, as Z'Gato's beak did not lend well to the style of consuming that humans took for granted. Still, Z'Gato felt quite surprised by the experience. "That was...surprisingly quite good. I might have to learn how you made it sometime. It is...quite the departure from my usual diet."

Travis chuckled. "Hehe, sure thing, Z'gato. Sorry if it was hard to eat... if you want, you can cut the sandwich in to halves next times, I'm sure that'd make it easier for you. A fair warning though, you may want to turn your suit filters on... it might give you gas."

Z'Gato could not help but chuckle at the thought, but shook his head. "I will keep an eye on that, then," He said before standing up. "It is likely time to make planetfall, at any rate. I would not wish to keep the others waiting."
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"Athena, dear? Omega? How are you two holding up back there, not too cramped for the voyage, I hope?" Travis' voice carried from the cockpit to the guest quarters via intercom. Queen Athena and Omega-Alpha Aran sat across from one another. Her in a chair, him on the floor. Though he was the one that "gave birth" to her, he still respected her form and rank. Without looking, and without touching anything, she lifted a single clawed finger.

"Your accommodations are more than satisfactory," her four-toned voice replied over the intercom. "We thank you for your consideration."

She lowered her finger back into her cloth-covered lap. The intercom ended communications.

She wore a white dress that started at the sides of her shoulders and flowed down to her ankles. The neck line was straight from shoulder to shoulder. The nucleus plating in her abdomen was exposed with a diamond shaped opening with the bottom point below the belt line, and the upper point at her chest ridge. The sleeves came down to her elbows which allowed for the three forearm bone spikes on their undersides to be unhindered.

From the mid-thigh down, the dress was split on both sides to keep from feeling restricted. Near the bottom of her dress was an embroidered symbol: a thick black "X". In the top, left, and right spaces where the lines intersect, there were equally thick "dots", one in each space. The bottom legs of the letter each had a triangle who's longest side pointed straight down, and the shortest side was mere millimeters away from adjoining the rest of the symbol.

In essence, it was a stylized and simple glyph* of an adult metroid.

"You've been nervous ever since Travis received the information," Athena pointed out. She sat with her back straight with royal poise. She lifted a hand with a palm turned upward in a polite gesture to Omega.

"Not sure if going to Eigypt is a good thing," he grumbled, picking up on her cue to talk about it. His tail lowered as well as his forehead.

The queen tilted her head, glanced upward and tilted her head to the side with an expression of concern washing over her face.

The Zeta stage then stood, took a step back and pulled his shoulders back. He then lowered down onto all fours with an annoyed trill.

"I see," she replied. "It may dangerous for us, despite our combined strength. But, that danger is only from what we have seen amongst the stars, yes?" The reply she got was a solemn nod from Omega.

"Of the tales I have heard from Her Highness, the danger is posed from a small faction in comparison to the entire populace of Eigypt." She leaned forward and brushed the backs of her knuckles across his cheeks. "Perhaps those worries are exaggerated? This world is supposed to be dense with life."

"What if we are found by those who would use us? Overwhelm us with many?"

"And, what are the odds of such an encounter, Mother?" She rested her palm on his head. "Very small, I imagine. Even if so, we are now in a position with our friends that is very beneficial to everyone. I love how you worry about Us so dearly. But we are in his people's territory, now. We must rely on his strength."

He lifted his head with it tilted to the side. She smiled, then so did he.

"Yes," she replied. "I do trust. Thank you."

Omega-Alpha was pleased that he made the right decision of bringing Dead-Eye to meet his daughters. Athena made the good choice in claiming him. Her levelheadedness would be a good non-violent defense in a place such as Earth. If it had been one of the other two, things could have gotten chaotic!

Just then, both of their heads perked up. Their noses wrinkled in synchronicity. Then, they both looked upward and back towards where the kitchen was though they had direct line of sight.

"Preparing food?" Athena questioned curiously, then looked back at Omega. "Just like how Her Highness would occasionally prepare food on her vessel. If this is how they prefer their food, then why did She partake in food with us, and why didn't Travis join her?"

"Heh," he almost cheered. "He was curious about life at Home. Mother needs to conserve energy on her ship. And, Mother was having 'family time'."

"Family time?"

"Things that people do with their mates and hatchlings. Besides, Mother likes botwoon." There was a pause while Omega's mind drifted back to his past. A small smile danced across his fanged mouth.

"Botwoon!?" Athena was suddenly excited. She leaned forward while Omega rolled onto his side, his smile ever broadening. "I have only read about it. Only found on planet Zebesh! I heard it was a delicacy! You have had botwoon?"

"Botwoon steaks!" By then, his mouth was loosely hanging open. "Trisha gave them to me." He then rolled onto his back. "She gave them to me, and I was like 'nom'. Chrrr!"

Of course, the banter about food had them going for at least a good part of the trip.

"What is it like," Omega started to change the topic, "to feel what you are feeling?"

"I do not know." She sat poised again while looking at the palms of her hands. "I feel a sense of responsibility, power, and.... desire maybe? These things are new to me."

"I felt the same way that Colliope did when she saw us leave Tallon."

"A sadness?" Omega rolled onto his belly again to answer her question. "You are... How should I put this?"

"I am ugly," he admitted with a growl.

"How so? I do not understand."

"I see how others look at me. Even Z'Gato, who is not a female, was giving me that," he paused, curled his lips, wrinkled his nose, and stuck his thin tongue out before continuing, "look."

"Maybe he is merely jealous of how pretty you are?" He snorted at Athena's observation.

"I just know that feeling Colliope is feeling. I just hope she doesn't endure like what I have to."

"I'm certain that will change. After all, we are visiting the Eigyptiun homeworld." He looked up at Athena to see her waving a finger at him. "Travis thinks I'm 'pretty'. I came from you. You must be pretty, too."

"Travis thinks I'm pretty?" His face contorted again in confusion.

"That's not what I had in mind," she chuckled freely. "I think you're pretty. I believe that you will have your family time at some point, whether you are Zeta, Omega, or Queen. I've found myself fortunate thanks to a generous mother like yourself. If you can treat me this well, someone suitable will find a wealth of value in you.

"Nevertheless," she sighed and stood up, smoothing out the dress as she did so. "There is such a fount of knowledge to be learned. You have had so much more experience with the Cosmos, including the Eigyptiuns who dwell within.

"So, tell me," she paused, "Travis keeps calling me 'dear'. What is that?"

"A food animal. From Eigypt."

"Oh, really?" One brow raised while she placed her hands on her hips.

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(OOC: M-M-M-M-MONSTER POST! Hope you all enjoy, as I've spent quite a bit of time on this. I’ll get to Jenosa part afterwards, but let's just say I've been wanting to get this out first ;). Also, if possible Alissa, you can post for your character first, about past with Jenosa, etc, and perhaps link up with the rest momentarily for discussion)

Oujair (Oh-J-air) Goolong was an ambiguous man of science.

He was a short, Caucasian man in his 50s, chubby to an extent, with short, smooth, pulled-back black hair peppered with white lines of age. His sharp, gray eyes were often hidden by a shaded pair of glasses, and he often held a Machiavellian smile. Give him his lab coat, and Oujair might as well look like a mad scientist at first glance, but speak with him, and often the man would not only talk, in a thick German accent, with pure, sane intelligence, but with a philosophical tongue. Although his tendency to swap his outgoing behaviour instantly, as though he was consciously shifting a car gear, made his true motivations a mystery, it was crystal clear to all those on Project Vertigo that - at least at the moment - he didn't have a screw loose.

Currently, Oujair sat at his desk, peering at the computer, smiling, his hands clasped together as though he was scheming away. On the contrary, he was currently studying, with a mixture of fascination and admiration, the profile of non other than bounty hunter Jenosa Arma. It didn't just include a mark of her current physiology and a picture of her jovial expression, but her hunter ID number, noted personality, her birth parents and their individual profiles, and her career of being employed by the Confederation military, including the job involving the Scurge. All courtesy of the Confederation Military, who liked to keep good trap of their special employees.

After having gone through it twice right now, Oujair sat back and thought to himself, That woman deserves a medal, even though she'd be too modest accept it. To think, if she hadn't done what she did on Inos, countless of lives would have been lost...or worst, twisted. And not just that, but Jenosa wouldn't be what she had become today if it wasn't for her tenacious spirit; and Oujair's cunning intuition.

He'd be stabbing himself if he considered himself partially responsible for her physiology, having been the one to convince Commander Kozan of the Confederation Military to let Jenosa keep her bio suit; after all, even though he had seen the hints, there was no way to fully predict, over the years, how her body would react with or without the suit. Even so, he did feel, with pride, that he had nudged this little affair in the direction it had come in.

And now it was time for him to see it through the rest of the way, he thought as he closed the computer, donned his lab coat and picked up his suitcase lab equipment. As now one of the leading scientists of Project Vertigo, on 'loan' from the Confederation, he had some...fascinating responsibilities to keep, and a supposed deadline to meet.


He made his way through the hallway that connected the dormitories lab sections together, which, at the moment, was mostly empty save for the occasional posted guard. Since Project Vertigo was housed in such a remote location that was meant to be largely inconspicuous, and since the it was focused on the typical, singular task of creating a super soldier - originally with the use of Phazon but 'recently' branching into others areas - the crew was small. Small being around a 80 man crew, with a small portion being Federation military security forces, and the rest being the scientists, maintenance crew and technicians; they were all divided into 4 groups, each devoted to separate experiments to help create project Vertigo as a whole.

Oujair entered his section with some pride, the primary biological manipulation labs, where the genetic research and creation of these 'soldiers' were done, and as he did, he could easily feel the atmosphere of anxiety and anticipation waft over him. The few scientists here were chatting, and preparing equipment for something big, and those that he made eye contact along the way greeted him with respect, but occasionally a silent, skeptical, perhaps fearful look; not of him, but of their current test subject and the possible outcome.

He came up to a large, imposing, pari-steel, quarantine door, which looked as if whatever was sealed inside was both hulking and a monstrous, walking plague; though to be truthful, it was all precautionary, really. "Ahh, Edicus, how is it going?" he inquired to the scientists monitoring the view screen next to the door.

"Excellent, our equipment is almost ready, and we'll be doing a preliminary test soon. By the way, it would seem test subject JS-3 - Edicus winced as Oujair twitched noticably at the mention of 'test subject' - is very anxious. In fact, she's in an all out exercise, and boy is she pushing it. She'd put an athlete to same," he said, shaking his head in bafflement. "You were definitely right on one thing - even this human, she's was able to adjust and adapt remarkably fast. Imagine when we're done - imagine if we succeed with this transfusion."

Oujair smiled, "Oooooh, I can imagine quite a few things indeed, all of which will be fascinating one way or another. That said, I must say over the course of her short time here, I feel I have witnessed that it was also her will- he said 'will' with great emphasis - to do so, and not just her body."

The man blinked, "IF...you say so...sir. I assume you want to see her?"

"Absolutely."

Out of courtesy, Edicus opened the door, and Oujair strode through the air lock with an elated humming, tune. He came into a small room that looked very much like a pristine, comfortable, windowless prison cell with an added bench for visitors like himself. Doing push-ups non-stop in the center and sweating profusely from her workout was a tall, lean, fit, Caucasian woman who would - and he was very sure about this - become the Project's pride and joy. Her smooth, red hair was cut in a way that made it short but still wavy with only two bands being allowed to drop along each side her face, and wearing only a tank top and a pair of shorts, her lithe body exuded an fine muscle tone. She was, on many accounts, strong yet quite beautiful, Oujair thought, and though it had yet to be seen that she would survive, he gazed on her like a prideful father.

"Well, how are we, my dear Armoria?"

Coming to a stop, she stood up in attention, her breathing heavy, and her chest heaving; and her green, opal eyes serious and hard. Seeing her full appearance, no matter how often he did, Oujair always found himself always whimsically: "If Jenosa Arma had joined the military, this was who she would turn out to be."

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In many respects, Armoria was a clone, but Oujair always strongly felt she had become more of an echo of bounty hunter Jenosa Arma than anything else. True, she was the third of the only four clones they had created, but unlike the rest, who were all 'birthed' at the Jenosa's current age, she had been popped out around the physical age of 10 and put on speed growths for various reasons. And despite coming out with no memories and appearing much like a blank slate, the little girl held a certain remiscent tenacity in her eyes, as if bred into her by instinct due to Jenosa's own personality.

She was also the only one still alive.

Even Oujair had to admit he had become incredibly excited, like the rest of the scientists, to learn that Delacroix had successfully obtained Jenosa's blood sample; albeit at the cost of pissing her and her friends off, not that it really mattered at the moment. In fact, that's what made this endeavor all the more fun, and what had mattered was what they might be able to do with it. Many of the scientists had witnessed an event in where the Scurge not only seemed resilient to, but fed and mutated off of Phazon with unusual ferocity; they had much assumed it was like the genetic quality of various parasites. And knowing that Jenosa had, in a manner, had remarkably become a Scurge/human hybrid, the idea of adding a Phazon infusion to such physiology seemed golden.

And cloning at the time had really been the only way to go, since they couldn't do much with a blood sample that contained an inert pathogen (And trying to infuse it into a current human being was just too difficult, risky, and costly at the time).

However, after trying to infuse two clones the instant they had been popped out - both failing disastrously, creating a blood red monster that very much had the infectious properties of a Source (And had to be completely incinerated quickly), Oujair did a double take with their data, both from the transpired events and more recently from what Delacroix had obtained from Jenosa's suit's internal sensor logs. Having been brought on due to his expertise on the Scurge, Oujair came to realize they had misunderstood its reaction to Phazon; although it did mutate and grow, the physiology also reacted and adapted to eliminate the chaotic, living aspects of Phazon, and rather then let them fester within. The reason was simple: there was already a living energy infused within the organic structure, this being the Scurge bio-energy created by the virus, and it very much acted as another part of the physiology, albeit in a metaphysical manner; possibly even as another genetic aspect. Since the energy - or organism - held a stable, orderly form, it wanted obviously become very threatened by the chaotic nature of Phazon that would try to blend with it, and thus reacted in accordance. This would explain the sudden, virulent change; in order to assimilate the amount the infusion put in, 'immune system' went into overdrive, creating a Scurge equivalent of an allergic reaction.

Put simply, the Scurge appeared to be the only organism that was directly immune to the generally corruptive nature of Phazon. They would either fight it off and clean it out of their system, become more resilient, or simply perish from over exposure.

This fact presented the scientists with a fascinating block in their project, some of which also felt that it meant that what they were attempting to do was mix oil and water. But Oujair recounted a certain point in time in suits logs, showing that Phazon had, in fact, once flowed through her system without hostily attacking one another. With the data shown about their interaction, this led to everyone talking about various possibilities and routes to take, and soon they had one, albeit one that seemed a bit unexpected and unconventional. By popping the clone out at an earlier age, they'd hope to let the bio-energy to 'grow' and adjust alongside the physical aspect of her physiology, so as they may become more synchronized with one another; at the same time, they would start with very light injections of the mutagen and increase the dosage as time went on. And along the way - being deemed necessary by Oujair - they would give her basic teachings, as well as exercise to help strengthen the muscles and the living energy.

In the end, they had hoped, in time to make her bio-energy resilient enough that it would actually tolerate the Phazon's presence within it, allowing the two different energies to work together. What would come out of it exactly, they weren't sure, but that was what experimentation and ideas were for.

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And now Armoria's time had come.

She took a deep breath before simply replying to Oujair, "...Good..."

Though her vocabulary had gotten good in a short amount of time, she wasn't entirely talkative...yet.

"Excellent," he said with exuberance, "we all are looking very forward to this, and I'm glad to see you're putting as much effort as everyone else into this. Although," he added, putting a hand on her shoulder, "don't push yourself too much. In fact, since we're almost ready - he gestured to both the bed and the bench - why don't you sit down and rest. I'll even stay here and keep you company for the time."

Armoria, during her short time, had been giving a some light military training and conditioning, so she stood stoic with her hard expression. Yet gradually, it softened, and at the same time her body relaxed, slowly sitting down on the bed. She was still bit of a blank, but she was getting somewhere in the personality department, albeit slowly.

Oujair sat on the bench and clapped his hands together, "Well then, I'm glad to see you've taken my advice like a daughter. Colonel Jenkins or one of his military associates will be coming to watch our little...show. Do give him a warm welcome...and a strong spirit."

And she wasn't just ready, Oujair thought, oh no. He could see it in her those hard, green eyes of hers that she was downright determined to adapt...and survive.
"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death."
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