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 Post subject: Episode 31: Fleet Action
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Eight and a half months had passed since the exodus from the Colonies had begun. In that time the Battlestar Libra and a handful of military ships have provided safety and security to the last known remnants of the human race in their constant struggle for survival. Finally, a reprieve from combat had greeted the fleet for what was hoped to be an extended period of time…

The members of the military were hoping to use the downtime to regenerate their exhausted ranks…

That wasn’t to be.



“Give me a status report Lieutenant,” Rodrigues barked into the handset. He watched the dradis intently as contact after contact showed up. The console began to turn red from the sheer number of enemy and unidentified blips.

“They’re everywhere sir, frakkers came out of nowhere. Squelch and Zero are dead. I’m leaking fuel and there’s an entire wing of raiders on my ass!”


Rodrigues cupped his hand over the mouthpiece and turned his attention to the CAG. “Launch the alert aircraft and get all of our planes in the air now,” he turned to the XO. “Signal all civilian ships to fall back to the emergency rally point. Have the Belle move to our port and protect from a flanking attack. Call Herald and have him bring the Griffyn alongside. Have Perseus maintain high cover and cover against topside air threats.”
As the two raced to their consoles Rodrigues turned his attention back to what was left of the CAP. “Understood Lieutenant, we’re launching now. Hold on there and we’ll be with you before you know it.”


At the edge of the picket line Lieutenant William “Jasper” Simmons increased the throttle controls into the red as he attempted to avoid incoming fire from his pursuers. His number three engine light blinked a bright red, indicating it was on fire. He reached for the extinguisher and pressed the switch. The light went out.

Outside the effect was instantly visible. As the engine belched flame from the damaged fans a white high powered mist began flowing into the engine cowling, flooding the whole exhaust area. The flames went out, leaving a trail of uncombusted fuel.

Inside the viper’s cockpit Jasper strained with the controls to keep him ahead of his enemy. He looked ahead in the distance and could make out the outline of the Libra, of home. “C’mon baby stay together for just a little while longer,” he keyed the transmit switch. “Libra this is Jasper, I’m crossing the outer marker and am approaching the limits of your firing solution. They’re still on me and gaining. I hope you have the welcome wagon ready.”


The CIC was a flurry of movement as the bridge crew rushed to their assigned tasks. Rodrigues turned to Captain Hastings. “Set Condition One fleet wide. Have all ships begin firing as soon as Jasper reaches the inner perimeter. I want all ships to automate their batteries and load a full spectrum of ordnance. Mr. Wilson,” he said turning to his XO. “Have tactical prepare anti ship missiles for firing. As soon as the baseships get into range let them have it.”

Rodrigues remained outwardly calm as the rest of the people in the CIC scurried about. Alarms began to sound throughout the ship and the ship’s crews came alive. DC teams ran towards their assigned areas in a manner which had been practiced thousands of times before. This time, however, it wasn’t a training simulation. This time it was for real. Like so many times in the past the crew of the Libra were fighting for their lives.

“Mr. Hastings,” Rodrigues said. “Have the KEW systems online and ready to fire a salvo into the pursuing raiders if needed. That should shake them up a bit.”

“Aye sir,” Hastings replied. As he picked up his handset to relay the orders, Jasper’s excited voice came across the loudspeaker.

[Libra those toasters are practically on top of me. Where are the frakking alert vipers?]

“On the way Jasper, they’ve just cleared the launch tubes. Keep your foot on the gas,” Rodrigues replied. He kept his eyes firmly on the dradis, watching the situation unfold. Whatever was going to happen in the next few minutes would decide their fate.


Jasper clenched his teeth as he exerted all of his strength and will just to stay alive as a flurry of shots impacted the vacuum around him. The raiders were closing in for the kill. A warning light came on and Jasper keyed his mike. “Libra I’m passing through the inner perimeter.”
[Keep your head down and pour it on Jasper] came Rodrigues’ reply. [point defenses are cycling. It’s going to get hot out there]

“No frakking joke,” Jasper said out loud to nobody in particular. As he drew nearer to Libra he was welcomed by the battlestar’s point defense weapons . Blasts of shrapnel and bright orange bursts of flame suddenly erupted directly behind him in the midst of his pursuers. Scores of raiders vaporized instantly as the defenses caught them by surprise. Despite the hell flowers blooming all around them the raiders poured onward, trying to get to Jasper’s viper and their ultimate goal…Libra.
Then he saw them. Jasper had to squint at first but there was no mistaking them. The alert fighters were inbound with a vengeance.

[Viper seven-seven-two this is alert one, continue on your present course. You have priority clearance to land in the starboard bay. We’ll keep them busy for you.]

Just as he was about to yell in elation another burst of weapons fire struck his ship. Several rounds penetrated the cockpit, one striking him across his side. Jasper howled in pain but did his best to keep his wounded ship moving.

In the lead alert viper Lieutenant Allen McKay keyed his mike. “Alert flight this is lead, weapons free. Let’s clear a hole.”


Libra CIC
As the reports started coming in from the alert vipers Rodrigues motioned for an update. Colonel Wilson took less than ten seconds to have all of the data he needed.

“Sir,” Wilson began. “The civilian ships have begun falling back to the rally point along with the Titan. The Griffyn is pulling alongside as we speak. Perseus is on station and has begun putting up a wall of anti ship ordnance.”

Rodrigues nodded. “What about the Belle?”

“Her engines are spooled and ready. Cole is beginning to move in.”

As Rodrigues looked up at the dradis console again he could see the signatures of two more baseships appear. He whistled softly. “That makes five,” he said to Wilson. “This is going to be a real bitch.”

Wilson nodded and immediately grabbed for the handset. “All hands this is the XO, scramble all planes. I repeat, scramble all planes. DC teams to your posts, prepare for incoming ordnance.” Wilson thought for the briefest of seconds and continued. “All security teams prepare for boarders. Defense teams to your posts as well. All non-essential personnel report immediately to your emergency stations.”

Rodrigues smiled. “Hell of a time to have Taurus in dry dock eh XO?”

Wilson winked. “With five baseships it makes the odds about even sir.”


[Viper 772 you have priority clearance to portside number one landing bay. Call the ball.]

Jasper grimaced in excruciating pain as he fought to keep his plane flying. Tears welled up in his eyes from the sting of the smoke in the cockpit. The exhaust systems in his flight suit were beginning to fail.

“Viper 772, ALS is offline. Internal systems damaged, I have no readouts. I have fuel leaking from my number three engine. Approach is completely manual. You guys keep your heads down in there okay,” Jasper said hoarsely. The combination of the pain and loss of blood from his injuries were beginning to overtake him. He struggled to maintain consciousness as he maneuvered his damaged bird to the port landing pod.

Inside launch control, Captain Jeffrey Miles, One of Libra’s LSO’s watched through the armored window as Jasper’s stricken ship made its approach. He glanced at the instruments, noting speed and pitch. He keyed up his microphone. “Viper 772 you’re coming in too fast. You need to throttle back Jasper or we’re going to be scraping you off of the deck plating.” It took several agonizing seconds to get the reply.

[Throttle’s stuck Libra. Get the emergency arrestors ready.]

“No time for that Jasper. By the time we get them up you’ll be in the galley having chow. Brace for impact and remember your crash procedures,” Miles grabbed the handset on the wall. “Fire crews to the portside landing bay, we have an incoming runaway.”


Libra CIC
“Admiral, we have incoming ordnance,” Wilson said, racing to the fire control station. “There’s a full spread of incoming nukes mixed in with what appears to be three more wings of raiders!”

“Give me a full spread of swallows aft! Ahead full,” Rodrigues barked. “Launch starboard anti ship missiles!”

As the missiles streaked towards the Libra a tremendous starburst formed aft of the engine nacelles. Spreading outward and away the swallows threw out a tremendous amount of electronic as well as thermal distortion, all in the hopes of confusing the seeker heads on as many missiles as possible. Libra began to accelerate away from the swallows, pouring on the speed with each passing second.

Several of the incoming nukes began to deviate from their projected flight path and fly towards the swallows. Several, but not all of them.

Rodrigues grabbed the handset. “All hands brace for impact. Incoming ordnance is nuclear,” He grasped the console, looking at Wilson. “Give me a sitrep on the fleet.”

Glancing again at a small console in front of him Wilson did a quick count and identified the positions of the civilian ships. “Colonial Heavy 941 has just begun to break formation. They’re beginning to turn tail. Grandeur is starting to pull through the storm boundary now. Astral Dawn is bringing up the rear with a squadron of vipers as escort,” the CIC shook violently from the shock wave of a nuke detonation off Libra’s port side. Wilson regained his footing having been nearly thrown to the floor. He saw Rodrigues standing there, calm as a statue. Despite the situation he began to feel more at ease knowing the Admiral was in command. “I would say three more minutes’ sir.”

Rodrigues nodded. He listened to the chatter over the speakers of the alert vipers as they engaged the incoming raiders. “As soon as the civilian ships are inside the storm give the fallback order. We’ll stay on station until they drop into the storm.”

Wilson nodded. “Mister Hastings,” he said over his shoulder. “Give the order.”

“Aye sir,” Hastings replied.


Starboard Landing Bay

The nuke detonation threw Jasper’s wounded ship to the deck like paper in a stiff wind. The viper slid sideways down the length of the bay, throwing sparks, flame, and debris in all directions. The viper began to slow and as it did, the forward momentum caused it to tumble. Devoid of stabilizer wings Jasper’s viper rolled until it struck the wall directly below one of the observation stations. It came to rest on its belly, a crumpled mass of twisted and molten metal.

Alarms sounded and fire crews in EVA suits rushed out of the airlocks towards Jasper’s ship. Being devoid of oxygen there was no danger of fire so the crews immediately approached the wreckage. One of the techs popped the release locks on the cockpit and pulled the canopy off its rails. As she reached inside and began unbuckling Jasper from his harness a medic clambered up the opposite side to take a look at his patient.

Jasper was slumped in his seat, his hands still firmly grasping the flight controls. As the medic gingerly tilted Jasper’s head back he discovered the faceplate was coated with blood, making it impossible to see his face.

“We need to get him inside right away,” the medic said. He and the tech pulled jasper from the smashed cockpit with the help of several other deckhands. As they carried him to the airlock a tow vehicle emerged from the shadows and moved towards what was left of the viper. Once it reached the wreck it pushed it towards the aft opening of the bay. It reached the end and unceremoniously dumped the viper out into open space. The deck needed to be cleared for the masses of returning fighters and there was no time to secure Jasper’s ship.


Main Causeway

“Get the frak out of the way!” screamed one of the medics as he guided the gurney down the corridor. The medic who had pulled Jasper from his ship was on the gurney, straddling his legs and performing CPR. With each compression a small amount of blood spewed from Jasper’s lips.

Jasper growled from deep in his chest, a low agonal release of air and fluids. Jasper was sliding towards the abyss. His injuries were taking him away from the world of the living.

As they rounded a corner they came upon a squad of marines. The sergeant and his men fell into step with the med techs. Not missing a step the marine medic in the squad stepped up on the gurney, taking over for the med tech giving compressions. The sergeant grabbed the gurney and started pulling along with the rest of the medical team. The other marines stepped ahead of the gurney and cleared a path to medical, shoving those aside that were too slow to move. The marine sergeant glanced at the ranking medic and winked. “Figured you might need an escort Specialist.”

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Day 252

"FCAG to all pilots, priority goes to keeping the raiders out of the fleet. " Major Watkins growled. "It's up to us to buy the fleet some time. Either Libra or I will make the rally call. FCAG out"

Watkins looked over to her wingman, "Follow me and stay alert!"

[Aye major!]

A slight, evil grin shot across her face, Time to dance...

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Astral Dawn

The lack of windows was going to drive her absolutely ape, with no way to tell how their forces were fairing against the toasters. Then again, the spot had apparently been chosen for its' lack of windows, among other things.

Supposedly, this was among the safest, most secure areas of the Dawn, the least likely to fall victim to a stray shot or a breach of the hull. Recent weeks had seen it upgraded to include an independent air supply and its' own back-ups, along with various supplies, provisions, and emergency gear. None of which, in fact, she had even known about herself until her guards had whisked her and Jonathan here when the Cylons had shown.

"'Secure' my ass." Liza muttered under her breath. "There's no such thing in space."

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RAT Cockpit

Mouse neared the edge of consciousness--and a bit past the edge of the RATs' specs--as she evaded the fourth raider. Zimmerman had already dispatched three of them, but this last was proving to be a harder kill than the others.

Other battles had seen the two engage in banter, be it lighthearted or frantic, depending on the gravity of the situation or the amount of time to be spared. Today, not a word was spoken that was not terse, controlled, and absolutely necessary. Every other ounce of energy was devoted to the task at hand. The stakes were always high. But today, they were higher still....

The fourth raider exploded into a hail of guts and debris, but not a moment was spared for their victory. There were hundreds more still, where that one had come from.

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Cobra: “Firebolt One”
Day 252 Time 1330

“Here we go, Shotgun,” First Lieutenant Johnny R. “Junior” Strong said to his weapons officer.

“Twenty mike-mike armed and ready,” Second Lieutenant Terry “Shotgun” Elliott replied from the Cobra’s back seat. Her second-looey bars were brand new, replacing staff sergeant stripes, but she and Junior had a long-established working relationship.

The Cobra shot out of the Bellerophon’s bay, Junior immediately banking the plane to head towards the Belle’s nose. “This,” Junior announced, “is what is known as a target-rich environment.”

“Shootin’ fish in a barrel,” Shotgun responded, “firing now.” The rounds from the twenty-millimeter gun arched out and away from the Cobra, their impact on a cylon raider resulting in an instant explosion. “And again,” she added, firing a second burst.

As soon as the rounds found the target, Junior stood the plane on its tail, zooming to the top of the destroyer escort’s hull. He barrel-rolled, avoiding a raider, and throttled back, the relative motion of the small ship against the larger Bellerophon making it appear as if it was suddenly moving backward.

“On our tail, Junior,” Shotgun said, twisting her head around.

“Gotcha,” the pilot replied, and he flipped the Cobra nose-for-tail, facing the aft of the Belle, upside-down in relation to the larger ship.

“Chaingun,” Shotgun snapped, and fired. The raider tumbled toward them, then exploded in a starburst of shrapnel.

Junior hit the reverse thrusters and looped, narrowly missing the larger chunks of raider—and coming within a couple meters of the Belle. He grinned inside his helmet, saying, “Here’s a kiss for our mama ship!”

Even as he spoke, though, he was turning his head, tracking their next target.

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Day 252

Col. Merconi was discussing the situation with Col Trafford on Titan trying to get airlock hatches closed and possible emergency docking procedures rolling.

Merconi, Trafford and Commander Guynes knew it would not be fast enough if the Cylons broke through. They had to come up with a plan and fast.

"Commander, all craft have cleared the port bay and are on an intercept course to the Cylons." Capt. Butler reported. "ETA is three minutes."

"Inform Captain Francis when they get the fall back order to land on Libra or Griffyn." Guynes glanced back at the DRADIS and noted the number of Cylons. "Get with tactical and plot firing solutions for all guns that are not blocked by the the docking arms or any connections. I want lay down a flak cover should we need it."

Guynes looked up and saw that Demeter would be one of the first ships to cross into the storm. Just got to find away to buy Jenni and the rest of the fleet time...

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Discovery

Katharine finished loading and locking the last of the cabinets in the lab, and looked around to make sure there were no more lose items that needed to be secured. Ever since the Cylons had shown, anyone who could be spared--from science staff such as herself to non-essential ships' crew--had been sweeping the labs, securing equipment, chemicals, and experiments.

"Dr. Nathans?"

"Looks good." said the mid-level scientist who was Katharine's primary mentor and supervisor responsible for her training aboard the Discovery. "Let's head to up to the next level, that should about do it for this deck."

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Day 252

President Andy Meyers had gone against the wishes of his marine bodyguards and entered the bridge of the luxury liner. He watched the DRADIS as the Cylon raiders closed on the fleet.

He also said a small prayer right as the vipers engaged the attackers.

"Captain Littleton, I need to use your radio."

"Yes, Mr. President."

A few moments later, Meyers had slipped on a microphone headset. "To all civilian ships, this is the President. You are to continue into the storm as ordered by the military. After arriving at the rally point, you are to await further orders from government or military officials."

"To all governmental officials, I order the execution of Continuity Act of the Constitution. At this time, I order radio silence throughout the fleet. May the Gods be with us all. Highlands Dawn out."

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"To all governmental officials, I order the execution of Continuity Act of the Constitution.


Captain Ricci had placed Quorum Representative Patrick Greene in the safest place he knew of in the ship: His personal quarters. Greene had heard the radio call from the president. He paced back and forth while Anthony Ito watched.

"Once we get into the storm, it will be an immediate trip back to Nimbus.

"Just as long as the Cylons don't get lucky and hit a few tank." Greene said as he shook his head. "They Cylons picked a good time to find us..."

"It's never a good time for the Cylons to find us."

"Yeah...no shit, Tony." Greene tried to smile a bit. "Ask the marines to contact our shuttle pilot and have him on stand by to get us back to Nimbus at the first chance."

"No problemo, Pat."

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Major Scott Duncan stood guard post just inside the hatch to the Bellerophon’s CIC. His Spectres were deployed throughout the destroyer escort, ready to do damage control—or to handle Centurion boarders.

He listened over the combat net as his squad leaders checked in, paying partial attention to what was going on in CIC. Colonel Richard Cole was calm, yet the expression on his face was almost… bloodthirsty, as he gave orders.

Duncan grinned to himself, understanding his friend’s ferocious concentration and attention to his duties. He’s GOT to have some nomad blood… Scott thought.

The Major stood there, unnoticed, holding his assault rifle as if it was part of his body, waiting. Waiting for when his skills would be needed.

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Starboard Hangar Deck

Chief of the Deck Alexandra MacLean had been showing Taurus’ deck chief, CPO Jason Henley, the Libra’s extensive tech order library when the alert klaxons went off.

“Here we go again,” Mac muttered, taking a few short strides so she could see up and down the length of the ventral starboard hangar deck. The scene was one of organized chaos as the knuckledraggers abandoned their repair jobs, working in a frenzy to fuel and arm the mission capable Vipers and Raptors. Under normal… pre-attack circumstances, there would be crew assigned specifically for fueling and arming. But for 252 days, nothing had been normal.

Mac started to lope off, then stopped and turned to Henley. “Jason, can you go to the ventral port bay? I’ve got a couple nugget mechanics down there on pad sixteen, and they’ll need some help.”

At his nod, Mac resumed her run down the deck. The crew at pad five was short two people, and at the moment, that’s where her assistance was needed the most. The pilot was already there, waiting for the bird to be readied, and Mac recognized him easily by his size: Lt Mark Chandler. “We’ll have her ready for you in a minute, sir,” she said to him, then turned her attention to arming the Viper’s port guns.

When the Admiral’s ‘brace for impact’ warning came over the speakers, Mac grabbed the Viper’s wing automatically. Heard that a few more times than I’d like, she thought, subconsciously counting the seconds. “Hold on!” she shouted, knowing that there was a chance the newer knuckledraggers wouldn’t realize exactly what the warning meant.

The force of the impact threw toolboxes and maintenance stands over. The hose refueling the Viper came loose, the automatic cut-off valve engaging, but the fuel already in the hose sprayed over the port aft side of the Viper—and over Mac. Frak! She didn’t say the word out loud; her helmet and goggles protected her head and eyes, but the fuel had sprayed across her nose and mouth. The strong smell made her eyes water, and she pulled a clean rag from her coverall pocket, wiping her face.

“C’mon, c’mon, get her wiped down, let’s go!” Mac snapped, continuing to arm the guns.

Two deckhands rushed over, wiping down the side of the Viper’s engines and the deck, and then Mac was done with the port gun. She ducked under the plane to verify that the starboard guns were ready, then motioned to Chandler. “Get strapped in, sir, we’re almost done,” she said, following him up the ladder. She held his helmet as he slid his tall body into the cockpit, then handed it to him to put on, snapping on the connections as he began the preflight.

“Fuel done!” one of the knuckledraggers shouted.

At Chandler’s thumbs-up, Mac nodded, scurrying down the ladder and pulling it away from the Viper. She paused to put a kiss on her fingertips, transferring it to the underside of the plane's wing; then she turned her attention to the next Viper getting ready to launch.

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As soon as the Cylons had been detected, Cole had gotten the order to move the Belle towards Libras port side to protect the huge Battlestar from flanking attacks and so far, the small warship had done a pretty good job of that.

Part of her success was, Colonel Cole had to admit, the flying skills of the Escorts escort, the Cobra. But while the Fighter was performing above and beyond all expectations, the Belle was not far behind. Dozens of Raiders were swarming around the small warship at all times and when one was shot down, three others seemed to take its place.

"It's like fighting a damn Hydra!" Captain Mejia, who stood right next to Cole at the central console growled. "We ought to take out the Baseships!"

"That's the best idea I heard all day, apart from 'Condition One'!" Coles scarred face looked even more scary in the dim light of the CIC. "But we can't leave our station here or Libras flank will be wide open..."

"...what a pity we can't use that maneuver of yours yet, Eric!" the ships third officer, Lieutenant Malachi Nyberg quipped from behind the tactical console. "The tinheads wouldn't know what hit'em!"

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"To all civilian ships, this is the President. You are to continue into the storm as ordered by the military. After arriving at the rally point, you are to await further orders from government or military officials."

"To all governmental officials, I order the execution of Continuity Act of the Constitution. At this time, I order radio silence throughout the fleet. May the Gods be with us all. Highlands Dawn out."


Catalina

"Kalrk!" Corinna Harrison shouted in the hallway; her two marine escorts trailing her. "Glad I found you. Can I get a lift?"

"Hi, Corinna. Sure; I was on my way to Buzzard."

The pair, and their four armed escorts, made for the hangar bay.

"Kind of premature for Meyers to shout out the Continuity Act, don't you think?" She asked.

"That and radio silence." Kalrk replied. "The cylons know where we are, so radio silence is a mute point.. no pun intended. And scattering us throughout the fleet, instead of hunkering down..." He didn't have to finish the remark.

"I'm not arguing about being sent to Lycanthrope." And even though they were almost running, she turned her head to look at him for a brief moment. "And where are you headed?"


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Glancing again at a small console in front of him Wilson did a quick count and identified the positions of the civilian ships. “Colonial Heavy 941 has just begun to break formation. They’re beginning to turn tail. Grandeur is starting to pull through the storm boundary now. Astral Dawn is bringing up the rear with a squadron of vipers as escort.”


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Astral Dawn

"The V.P. is secure, Captain."

"Thanks, Warren." Don Gibbs said to his Communications Officer, who had just spoken to the ship's Chief Security Officer, via handset. 'And we're in position; last in line."

"And in the dark.' Danson scowled. "Radio silence sucks.. . sir."


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"high cover", above Libra
Destroyer Perseus

"Status report!" Commander Karl Vansen barked, as he glanced to the back of the CIC.

"Civilian ships are in the clouds, sir." A Lt. answered. "With viper escort."

Satisfied with that, Vansen looked at his XO. "Let's be sure no more nukes get through to Libra."

"Aye, sir." Major Charles Baker replied. "Guns are blazing."

Vansen looked upp at the DRADIS display, viewing the entire battlefield. Five baseships. Five. Frak.


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