65th Vos "Space Race"

Feilans have finally entered the realm of space in their solar system, a vast area, full of exotic planets and phenomena. The colonies created by the old Edwinish Party have developed into a new faction, the Dmitrians, whom are descended from Feilans, but whom have developed a separate cultural identity from their colonial forefathers. At the edge of the system lurks the formidable faction known as the Immortals, a group of furs whom have used technology to live forever, in a constant state of hostility with Feila and Dmitri, both of whom are on tense enough relations as it is. All natives are furry (Skin Avian are present here too). No native humans.
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Every 4 years a wealthy entrepreneur by the name of William Black hosts a race on his own privately owned moon positioned directly between the borders Dmitrian space and Feilan space. The moon of Vos is an artificial moon and hosts no native life besides plants and is perfect for it's intended use. The moon hosts many Biomes on it's small surface, from Tundras, Deserts, Volcanic Fields, Jungles, Forests, Plains, etc.

!!!ENORMOUS CASH PRIZE!!! 13,000,000,000,000,000 Credits in reward money, (that's 13 trillion)

This year marks the 65th race on the moon Vos. The rules are simple, pass by all checkpoints and cross the finish line. Besides that, it's anything goes. Vehicles, weapons resources, etc. ANYTHING GOES. The race spans more than 25,000 miles of the moon's surface and passes through at least one of each Biome. The race is harsh and some people never even finish, DEATHS HAVE HAPPENED BEFORE. This moon is considered neutral territory between Feila, Dmitri and the Immortals Club meaning ALL ARE INVITED TO JOIN IF THEY WISH. The race typically takes 3 weeks at the least and up to 2 months at most.

RULES OF THE RACE:
-Participants must pass all 13 checkpoints and cross the finish line to win the race. You must remain at each checkpoint for a minimum of 10 hours before continuing on in the race. You may take any path at all of your choice.
-You may not at any point in the race, damage any official race structures directly or indirectly.
-Fellow racers and their vehicles are fair play, you may team up or sabotage them, but only one racer may claim the victory.
-Beyond these 3 rules, participants may use or do absolutly anything they deem nesacery to win

((RULES OF THE RP:
-Each player's first post will be simply getting ready behind the race line, from a player's second post on, the race is on.
-Due to the length of the race there will be plenty of non race moments in the RP
-At no time may an RPer in the race treat themselves as being more than 3 checkpoints ahead of the rest of the racers
-due to the hazardous nature of this RP, if you post you acknowledge that your character could die
-Post your character profile with your first post
-At a predetermined point in time, a poll will be held to decide the race winner))
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Name: Furius Patius
Age: 24
Species: Labbit
Nationality: Edwin

Physical Description
Furius Patius is a Labbit; the unusual hybrid of a lion and rabbit, or in his case; Barbary lion and Edwinish lop eared rabbit. A large specimen, via his Barbary heritage, standing 6'4" ft with a extra twenty inches with his long floppy ears. While he had more Lapine dominant appearance, his feline features were visible on his slight facial differences and the long swaying tail that balances his toned body. Furius' pelt is white with spots of brown and of course, black on his hair tuft and tail. The Edwinish-born Labbit wears a surprisingly casual outfit consisted of googles, a black t-shirt, dark red vest, knee low shorts and augment-outfitted running boots with the only real show of his nationality; a arming sword resting on his hip with a slight curve to the blade, a similar curve to the hilt for proper dueling control and advantage with handling and maneuvers.

Basic Bio:
Furius Patius, the descendant of a powerful Patius Viscount and unknown mother in his youthful adventures, but now the family name is semi-falsely accused as Imperialists and corrupt. The Patius name holds little weight in this time and age for most, however members like Furius thrive to restore its honor by any means. Cousins of blood and honor work in many professions: young Furius claim his share as a racer for the Rogues' guild. After years since age 16, he've traveled through tracks and obstacles, battled pirates and lowly greedy men in his ventures and now he've made it to the 65th Vos Space Race! With his modified interchangeable Speednaught, the Silver Dragon, he and his WRASS, Fixer-13, is eager to win the prestige of being competitors in this vicious race...unware that a old face watches him on this race.

Mode of travel:
The Silver Dragon
With sweat and hard work the help of guild technicians and connections of old favors, the sleek-bodied speednaught was born at the size of a heavy fighter capable of housing three people with acceptable space to work a small hotel bedroom and kitchen for its only master as well as combat capabilities of twin laser blasters on the cheeks of the draconic head and a railgun at her nose. On the crafting of the Patius star on her brow, the Silver Dragon was christened and born to serve Furius' main chariot in his space travels and races. Remarkably fast with a max of 170 mph with a normal rate of 60 on land and air, the Speednaught have a weakness to her speed and mobile flexibility; while armored well for a dogfight, heavy armaments or prolonged fights will tear her to shred and her weapons aren't protective in a 360-radius.

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"Food check."

"Systems check."

"Armor-piercing sniper rifle and other essentials...check."


In the massive garage of the racers' preparation, Furius grabbed the railing to the exit door of his vehicle as he leaned over to watched the sparks and proud working of his competition. The large labbit wiggled his nose in soft sniffs of the worker's atmosphere before his tongue lined over his fierce fangs and Lapine buckteeth, "Mmm this is going to be fun! May my ancestors give me cunning and strength!" He praised out-loud with a pump of his fist, feeling his adrenaline already pumping and feel Fixer drift over his head to see too. The labbit looked at the robot as it gave a series of chirps and beats before the other gave an amused grin, "Oh yes, I certainly agree."

In one of the sky-boxes, an wolf of dark brown fur and an near mane of silver-and-ebony hair stepped into the room. Powerful muscles tightened under his black suit before a rumbling exhale left his nose, the lupine walked with perfect stride and a paw casually resting on a curved hilt wrapped in leather and its blade sheathed in a black sheath with gilded swirls, barely depicting three roaring dragons at the star-cut diamond at the nose of the sheath's tip. A pair of callous amethyst eyes rimmed with tired age glared out to the track and the people below before the massive wolf finally sat in the front seat, moving his sword between his legs. His resting paw slowly closed its fingers over the pommel with a distinctive whine of artificial bone. "Ride on, Argenti Draco." He whispered with a Kahunian accent and gleam of his silver fang.
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Name: Kail
Age: 26
Species: Melanistic Leopard
Nationality: Edwin

Physical Description: As a Melanistic Leopard, Kail’s skin as well as his fur is jet black. His left eye, like most leopards is auburn/gold in color; However, his right eye has a small diagonal scar crossing over it from a wound caused in a previous event in his life. Although it didn'g go blind, it turned milky white. As a leopard he is the smallest of the 4 great jungle cats, however his true height is arguably taller than the norm. While most leopards are born shorter than the average jaguar, he happened to grow just as large as his larger jungle cousins, making him the tall at a striking 6’2”.

Ever since he was born, Kail has been through many rigorous training regiments, some of which people would call crimes against humanity. However, this hellish training has kept him in exceptional shape and heightened his senses considerably. His body is muscular and toned, beautifully balanced in its scope due to the precise targeting of the training and the added cybernetic enhancements inside his body. This, applied with the altered genetic make-up, with the organically hidden nano-bots, keeps him in near perfect health. Kail is practically always at the peak of physical perfection thanks to this, but he doesn't let it keep him from his own training.

Kail tends to wear dark shaded clothing, which compliments the black fur of his body. His outfit consists normally of a black t-shirt covered by a large black jacket, detailed along his trunk and abs with large rectangular patches of red. The jacket is detailed along the lines of red and black with silver linings decorating the dark shades of red and black. At his hip is a belt that is outfitted with various tools for survival, and a dual holster for his two customized handguns. On the lower portion of his body he wears dark pants, specially designed to adjust when he runs in order to not hamper his speed and movements, along with augmented running boots which are themselves equipped with small gravity altering mechanisms, enabling him to lighten or increase his weight for a short time.


Basic Bio: Kail is the product of an illegal cloning method practiced in secret by a pharmaceutical company known as Jacinka Corporations. Bein born from the combination of DNA from multiple donors and processed in a psudo-womb created by the corporation, Kail was raised in secret by the Jacinka's scientists. Jacinka's goal was to perfect the cloning procedure in order to clone new bodies which, once altered to perfection, could replace their aging ones. To keep their minds and memories, they would be transplanted into the clones body.

Because Kail was the first success, the scientists began to test him to check for any imperfections. As soon as he was able, Kail was introduced into a life of nonstop training in both the physical and mental arts. His body was also enhanced with cybernetic implants to his muscles, bones, veings, though this was minimul as they wanted him to remain mostly organic. To combat this, they created a strain of organic cano-bots that flooded his bod to aid in his perfection. At the age of 20, Kail had been determined a complete success and it was decided he should be the head bodyguard of the Jacinka Corporations head committee. He was outfitted with heavily modified handguns, heavily resistant clothing, and his brain was implanted with a microchip that would allow them to give him commands from anywhere without needing actual physical detail.

However, Kail never had the chance to become a bodyguard, as a mole in Jacinka tipped off the police and the facility was raided. every one of the head scientists escaped as Kail was ordered to hide. He attempted to hide in a ship that was docked on the southern port of the city Jacinka Corporation inhabited, though once he was in its med bay, found himself attacked and knocked out by an unknonw occupant.

3 days later Kail awoke with no memory or insight on what had happened. The person who had incapacitated him, a mountain lion named Viral, introduced himself as a smuggler transporting goods and supplies from planet to planet. Despite having no memory, Kail retained all the gear and skills he had during his life.

After aiding Viral for 3 years, Kail had some of his memories return upon encountering by chance on of the head scientists, who were now working for a new underground terrorist group, JUNTA. After his memories returned, kail was no longer the merciless and emotionless monster they had made him out to be, but a selfless man who wished that he could protect those in need rather than harm them. The scientist was disgusted by what had happened by the experiment had turned into and attacked Kail and the smuggler, who were saved by another of the head scientists, a Tiger named Sophie, who was trying to repent for what she had done.

Deciding JUNTA needed to be stopped, Kail, Sophie and Viral began to combat the group as a non-official anti-terrorist group. Fighting for 3 long years, Kail has matured and continued fighting against the JUNTA operations. Upon the announcement of the 65th Vos "Space Race" he learned the JUNTA had sent an agent under the name, "Crimson", to win the large prize by any means necessary. Knowing if the y won, JUNTA would only get worse, Kail and his friends entered the race to stop JUNTA, though Viral insisted he also attempt to win. Kail's main goal is to find Crimson, and eliminate him from the race, with winning being only a secondary objective.


Mode of travel:
The Coffin
Originally a captured JUNTA aircraft, Viral and Sophie used their knowledge, funds, contacts and imagination to heavily augment and modify the Starfighter into a quick, medium-armored fighter capable of working as a mobile base of operations for the race in case Kail needed to communicate with them during the race. It comes with a special VI pilot for these occurrences, or if Kail were ever to be too injured to fly. Inside it harbors a small med-bay and armory for his war against JUNTA, while also catering to daily needs such as food and water or waste disposal. With a max of 170 miles per hour thanks to its sake of shields over heavy armor as well as a simple 60 on land and air. It has special thrusters on all sides to aid in strafing and zero-gravity situation. Its armed with twin laser cannons mounted on the sides which can rotate to aim in a 360 degree fashion. To compensate for aim, Kail had requested a railgun be outfitted at the top so he could aim it himself as the VI piloted the craft. The shields of The Coffin are powerful, though Kail had them adjusted so the stronger a weapon used, the less damage it will take while a weak weapon can rip open a slight hole. This was to confuse opponents since the shields only spread where they are effectively hit, as f it was actual armor.

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Kail sighed as he gazed upon the numerous citizens in the crowds of the race. Despite being a death sport, they were all perfectly well with viewing such a spectacle. He hoped no racers had family or friends watching. In his mind, Crimson, the JUNTA operative, would kill everyone.

He turned back into his garage and started to inspect The Coffin for about the sixth time. Everything was reporting green, and ready to be used at a moments notice. Even Pi-12, the pilot VI, was operating in standby mode.

"Kail! Big guy! You hear me alright?" The obnoxious voice of Viral pierced the crowds cries of anticipation through Kail's earpiece.

He groaned and headed into the coffin. "I can hear you, no need to yell." He said walking towards the midsection of his ship, a holo-table emitting a clear hologram of Viral's carefully outfitted smuggler attire, complete with pistol at the hip.

"Good. The earpiece will allow us to communicate without you needing to use Pi-12 to fly this bad boy," Viral grinned. "That sweet 13 trillion-"

"Isn't our main priority." A female voice cut off Viral and a tiger garbed in a white coat and green shirt appeared on the holo-table. "Taking out Crimson is our main goal." Sophie glared at the greedy lion at her side.

Viral shrugged. "Well, there's always a chance...." He said hoping not to suffer Sophie's wrath. "Anyway, just focus on getting to the first checkpoint alive. By then, we will have identified Crumson. We also will be studying deadly competitors. We can give you tips at every checkpoint."

"And some tools, though we will be limited due to race rules." Sophie added.

Kail nodded and adjusted his jacket. "Right, thanks guys."

"Be safe big guy....and try to win, please?" Viral pleaded before cutting out of the holo-table.

Kail nodded and headed towards the cockpit of the ship, strapping in. "First time I've ever flown you with weapons...seems different." He smiled as he spoke to the aircraft. The time was nearing.

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Re: 65th Vos "Space Race"

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At one of the hangars, the leopardess does final checks on her working machine, with the help of a wolf named Geno. He had to hurry to catch up, so he was still in his working coat, however leaving the silvery mane uncovered. The man also brought Elrya's most beloved; her younger siblings.
"Big sis! Ya going to race with others?!" the little brother said excitedly, his round ears perked high while the seemingly sparkling eyes looked on to the older sister. "Heh, of course I am, Ed! We are going to win, and this is our best shot." she replied with a grin, kneeling down to listen to her sister as she came running up front, "Stay safe..." she whispered to Elrya. The leopardess gave her a reassuring hug, "I promise to return safe and sound, don't you worry okay?" she said in a warm tone, "Now! You two stay safe with Geno here, I think the race is going to start soon." she said, standing up straight.

"You seriously are taking this lightly?" Geno walked over to place a paw on her shoulder. She however smirked at that, "I just... Don't want them to worry too much." Elrya replied, "If I didn't have such an obscure priority, I wouldn't have arrived to this place at all." She continued. The wolf sighs and shakes his head lightly, "Gee... Perhaps not all of us working at the department think that way, but I'd like to thank you for the determination, kinda works good for both of us, and yourself." Geno scratched the back of his head, "The ship is also bundled with a first-aid kit and some tools to fix up the ship. Knowing that you're quite the handy one at mechanics, fixing this should be a breeze, just in case. We recently placed a radar to help track projectiles and other stuff coming your way, ought to come in handy." he chuckled. The leopardess whipped her tail while hopping into the cockpit of the vehicle, "Of course! Take good care of my brother and sister until I get back, alright?"

"Yeah..." Geno nodded, gesturing for the brother and sister to retreat a little, while doing so himself.
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Re: 65th Vos "Space Race"

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Name: Wil Wakahisa
Age: 19
Species: Lynx
Nationality: Yamaha

Physical Description
Being a Lynx means that he is a relatively small feline in comparison to others. Standing at only 5’6’’Wil is a typical Lynx in most senses. His black headfur pokes out in all directions in the front, being tied back crudely into a ponytail to manage the rest. His bright green eyes usually hold a devious gleam as he cooks up plots and schemes. His outfit for the race is not too especially complex, tight black pants and a black vest over a red shirt, topped off with his favorite purple and black stripped scarf coiled around his neck like some sort of snake. Like most members of his family he retains a quite youthful and feminine appearance, a fact that once again, like his family, he uses to his advantage.

Basic Bio:
Current heir of the Wakahisa, an old family dating back to ancient Feila during the age of empires and kingdoms, founders of what are now the ruins of the Grand Library. True to the spirit of innovation of his family, from a young age he has spent his time tinkering and designing, until one day he will manage the Wakahisa shipyards and industrial complexes, one of the largest suppliers of tech to the universe. His purpose for joining the race is simple, 3 reasons stand behind it. The first is that he wants to stand out from his family by making his own accomplishment, and being the youngest racer to ever win the Vos Space Race would do just fine. The second is the desire to put up his very own designs against some of the best racers and machines in the galaxy. The third is for simple enjoyment. Whether or not the racer himself is dangerous, one does not one to be the one to permenantly maim the heir of the galaxy’s largest supplier of plasma based weaponry.

Mode of travel:
The Yomi

A unique vehicle for an even more interesting race, the Yomi is a 4 ton hover tank powered by an experimental anti-matter fusion reactor designed and built by its pilot. Resembling the early Feilan H tanks, this vehical is a throwback to older designs with many modern elements plastered all over it; such as the lack of treads, staying aloft using a repulsion system that recalculates itself every 12 seconds for maximum maneuverability and a top speed of 200 MPH in perfect conditions. Having a cannon that fires fusion bolts with a heat level hotter than the surface of a sun would also do that. Colored in a nice purple and black color scheme with a nice and spacious cab, it features an overly complex interface designed to only be simple to someone already familiar with the layout. It also contains several hidden plasma “short guns” essentially plasma machine guns intended to be used as close range defense and to clear brush.

To assist in the piloting of this amazing vehicle is an experimental unchained AI named Izanami. Like the mythical goddess of old, she rules the Yomi with a wisdom and a passion unmatched, controlling all the systems that a single living pilot couldn’t manage alone. It’s not much of a stretch to say that the Leopard AI is one of his closest friends. She also makes sure that the small bedroom in the back is kept clean so as to make sure he can keep track of his resources during race time.

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Wil hovered around the Yomi like a frantic child, standing on a 5 by 5 hovering platform as he preformed some last minute maintenance with direction from Izanami over the speakers.

/systems check completed, the Yomi is fully functional and ready to run the course./

"I still think it's missing something... AHA!" His platform darted to the side as he dug around in his trunk he had in his hanger, several of his family's servants standing near the hanger doors to open them when needed. "Here it is!" He pulled out a red flag marked with a black Yamahan character which he strapped to the rear of the Yomi. It glowed blue faintly for a moment as Izanami scanned it.

/the flag of captain Wei Lian. a nice touch, good to see you still like having a pirate in the family history./

He stuck his tongue out like a child as the platform carried him over to the cab of the Yomi and he crawled in the window, the doors already sealed shut, not to be opened again until the first checkpoint. "Let's drive Izanami."

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*LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, ANDROIDS OF ALL AGES! Welcome to the 65th VOS SPACE RACE!* The voice blared out over the speakers, the voice of William Black announcing the race as he had for the past 260 years, freaking cyborg. *PREPARE FOR THE GREATEST EVENT OF YOUR LIVES, AS THESE RACERS COMPETE FOR THE LARGEST PRIZE EVER OFFERED IN A SINGLE EVENT, MORE THAN TEN TRILLION CREDITS, WHO WILL TAKE HOME THE PRIZE AND THE PRESTIGE!? We've got racers from all walks of life here all looking for the shining reward at the very end. Fans are already looking to 2 time winner and 5 time competitor Joel Gutenburg to win it all with his infamous Daikaiju jet plane. Or will the winner of racce 64, Immortal's Club member Takahara take it again?"

The speakers stopped for a moment to play the fanfare that called the racers to their designated starting positions. "NOW THEN, As per tradition, only the location of the first checkpoint is known by our racers at this very moment, only I am fully aware of the course of tne race at the moment. As soon as a single racer reaches the first point, the remaining 13 will be revealed. Of course the first obstacle, a favorite from race 53, the dauntless Tundra, a frozen wasteland full of crags and cliffs, I wish our racers the best of luck. NOW THEN, START YOUR ENGINES!"

The sound of working machinery filled the air and the speakers strained to leave Mr. Black's voice over them. "THE 65TH VOS SPACE RACE IS NOW OPEN!" As dozens of racing machines crossed over the starting line into the world of race, fans cheered and went nuts, especially when only moments after passing over the line, a small shuttle craft exploded violently after being shot by a missile.

The race has begun, how will you fare in the ultimate battle of speed?
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Furius sat in the cockpit of the Silver Dragon, ears high in the air with full attention as he stood amongst the many racers to this glorious event. The android announcer just finished speaking the good-fashioned pleasantries with a hint of old-fashioned Old Edwinish Arena-spectator pokes to the audience's instinctive bloodthirst before summoning everyone to the line.

Then there it was, their first obstacle; a vicious alien tundra! Just the thought made him remember the daunting training in the frozen wastes of the Artic Islands. Rogues demanded flexibility and dominance in their members, especially those of Patius blood. People think it is easy. Certainly not...Furius' memories drifted into the training days, seeing body after body collapse from the icy grip of death, even a couple of his cousins. A sad sniff came to mind and Fixer scolded that immediately with a series of whispers and beeps. "Yes, yes...I know."

The signal was given and vehicles moved but the greediness of reality kicked in when someone near him exploded in a shower of fire, shrapnel and death. A quick and unremarkable end...almost like a tank going self-destruct from a ill-maintained cannon.

Pushing the throttles forward, the Silver Dragon pushed forward in added speed with a distinctive woop of its energy thrusters. There is no emotion, there is strength. A constant and actual rule of Edwin high-etiquette.

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Kail gently gave a slow exhale as the speakers blared to life with the standard announcements of the race held every year were repeated, edited to function for this race's timeline and participants. His tail gently ran along the curve of the cockpit seat in anticipation, ears listening intently as they were summoned to the line. Taking his position as the announcer called his space, he was introduced to the first of many obstacles.

A large frozen tundra stood in their path, a large series of difficult terrain obstacles as well as a clear view if a large crevice in the ground. Already Kail could feel the tension from the racers shouldering The Coffin on both sides. He had studied previous race footage while he could, attempting to prepare himself for whatever they may have attempted to use to excite the audience.

The cold could easily mess with the vehicles racers used, especially if they weren't outfitted for extreme cold. Luckily most craft were made for multi-terrain use.

He glanced at the racers to his side and then gave full attention as the race neared its suspenseful start, memories from his training while being modified by the Jacinka group. He ignored the negative thoughts and focused on the skills, the training, the knowledge he had been given and learned of.

Then the race had begun, not mere moments after its start, with a casualty, a large explosion erupted to his left as a racer met his demise to an early fired missile. He had no time to determine if it had been Crimson who fired that shot, instead he quickly reacted by starting his rides movement, accelerating quickly though remaining close enough to keep from being ahead.

From pure assuming minds, most of the strongest ship weapons were mounted on the front. As long as he stayed ahead while to their sides, he would have less chance of taking hits.

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Elrya was doing final checks when she heard the voice blaring over the speakers, loud and clear of course. A slight worry dwells in her heart as she boots the engines for standby. She was never sure just how well she would fare in such a race, but at the same time she held her grip to try, to the best of her ability. She carefully adjusted her controls and took her position once the signal was given, the leopardess awaited for what's next.

She didn't seem fairly surprised at the mention of a tundra, for her kind was suited for such climates the most. She was only wondering whenever the climate wasn't too demanding for her craft, but was of positive mind. Looking to the side, she noticed a certain pilot glance at her, in his own craft. It did not distract her however from the main objective she aimed to achieve; to win.

Years of work on the fighter, with the help of the scientists she worked with, now was the chance to see if it would pay of, or would it fail. No, failure was out of the question, not until reaching the finish line.
And then, it had begun. She took off along with everyone else, following the reminder that it was a dangerous road, given the explosion that took place right after the start. Elrya would make sure to dodge what would come at her at all cost, but for now, she kept her place on the side.
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