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Introductions / Re: So happy to find Serenity again!
October 17, 2019, 01:02:24 pm
Hey there! Welcome back to the community!

You're going to see a lot of new faces but plenty of familiar ones as well. It's great to see someone return!

Unfortunately, anything prior to 2011 was corrupted and lost while the site was under previous ownership.

If you have any questions about where the currently active ships are at, or if I can help you fill in the blanks between then and now just let me know!
General Discussion / Re: Hobbies and Such
October 16, 2019, 01:10:07 am
Quote from: Buttongirl on September 18, 2019, 05:57:25 amWow, I almost feel weird replying cuz no one else has but I'm new so why not...

I love to write in my free time, and read.  I'm a huge comic book/gamer nerd (used to own a comic book game store once upon a time), love anything related to the beach, am a cake decorator and love to cook. Oh, and I kind of like this show called Firefly that was on TV once upon a was kind of nifty.

What was your experience running a comic/game shop like? It's been a low key day dream of mine, but I don't see it ever happening. Maybe when I'm in a more populated area it'll be different. We'll see.

What got you into cake decorating? Your favorite aspect of it? Do you like baking in general or more of the creative and artistic aspect of it all?
Absences / Moving.
October 15, 2019, 04:51:07 pm
I'll be spending the next two weeks moving. I'll continue to work on subaccounts, post, etc. as I can.

I've also deleted Discord from my phone and computer, so if you need to contact me for anything please message PM me here.
The Darling IC / Re: S1:Ep3 - A Tale of Darling-Do
October 12, 2019, 08:00:10 am
After a longing glance at the doorway outside the Med Bay, Barnaby looked around the corridor and had to shake away the ghosts of he and his brother laughing as children playing at a game of tag. Pappy hated all that commotion in the "workin' areas" but Francine would often remind him to let the boys have as much of a childhood as they could in the Black. The idea of losing his family home stung deeper than any of the extended family Barnaby drew together on the ship might ever understand, but he also couldn't bring himself to commit to the kind of activity Rian suggested. "Can't have that. No sir." Pappy's voice echoed in Barney's mind, bringing the steel of Jeremiah Goodweather to his son's near to misting eyes. With a deep breath to regain his composure, Captain Goodweather took one purposeful step after another for a hanging, handheld communicator that still managed to reek of cigarillos even after all these years. "This is your Captain speakin'. Y'all that can stand up or hain't preventin' anyone from standin' best get to the galley right quick. Fixin' to have ourselves a little family meetin', 'n' we're like to have some guests."

And so Barnaby was able to lay out the details of his plan: Riot and Arlo were to prep the cockpit and prepare to intercept the turbo train; it was suggested that Viktor, following a crash course in machine operation, might maintain his pacifist leanings by operating the boom crane Darling utilized to lift heavy cargo into it's central hold; for his own part, Barnaby would join Abernathy and his boys once the ship had a hold of the turbo train car they intended to drop into. For some of those gathered around who were new to the ship, this seemed an awkward place to be planning a heist. For those that gathered here nightly for family dinner, it bordered on sacrilege. Still, they followed through with each of the Captain's orders as he accompanied his words with a knowing wink to Riot or reassuring nod to Viktor. Clearly Goodweather had something else up his sleeve, but as Viktor made his way to the cargo hold, Riot and Thackery headed for the cockpit, and Bandit looked up expectantly for table scraps, no one but Barnaby was any the wiser. Downright confused, more like.

After the crew departed, Captain Goodweather invited Abernathy and his men to make themselves at home in the Galley before excusing himself to make his final rounds to check in on the crew and fill them in on the reality of his ploy. If Barnaby hadn't been so preoccupied with maintaining his own morals and the safety and livelihoods of his own crew, he might've considered for a moment that there was a bit more in common between himself and Patrick O'Doyle than he'd ever care to admit.
There's an error preventing users from creating new accounts that we're working very hard to address.

Existing players can continue to post as new, approved characters on their OOC accounts.

If you are new to us, please hop on our discord so we know you're interested! It'd be a great opportunity for us to get to know you and your character ideas while we're addressing some technical difficulties.

Happy to announce that this issue has been resolved and we are currently hard at work regarding the Subaccounts issue. For now, please feel free to register your new characters with a unique e-mail address as before.

Subaccounts is a mod made for version 1.1 of SMF in 2009 and hasn't seen support from its author since 2011. It also doesn't allow for alterations and modifications of its coding to be circulated in any form, and therefore any easy fixes based on its structure are very difficult to find. In fact, the most highly suggested means of making it work for newer versions of SMF is to install everything manually which is going to take some time on my part. Compatible mods that can be auto-installed simply parse and edit the necessary code, but manual installation means going into each and every file that would be edited and doing it by hand with fingers crossed that nothing gets broken in the meantime. I can't really give a fair estimation of when this process will be complete, but like every problem we've run into before I will continue to do everything I can to make it happen.

Thanks for flying with us,
- The FS Admin Team
Wushu IC / Re: The Repossession Mambo: Wedding Crashers
October 03, 2019, 11:28:33 am




Amorru Reyes called out for 'the Duchess', her eyes locking on him in the endless second before they fluttered and abruptly shut. Charity Vornbach's lacy frills, dark chocolate curls, and layers of silk bounced as they hit the cold floor, shifting limply like an unwanted and discarded bouquet might quiver from the impact of falling to the dirt. Seething and incapable or unwilling to restrain himself, Amorru abandoned what common sense he was rumored to possess and drove the blade he pressed against Charles Ainsworth's kidney into the senior swindler and charlatan's shoulder instead. Ainsworth's philandering grandson dropped his sidearm, choosing instead to focus on the appearance of King's expertly aimed knife within his own face. Blood poured from the man's right eye, though his hands kept most of the maiming hidden.



The shot fired from Johnathan Mercer ricocheted off the gun in the floor before Sherrie could get to it. The shell lodged itself into the side of a nearby shuttle. Mercer leveled his aim on her and shifted momentarily between her and Charles, though the intended groom seemed more preoccupied with trying to remove the knife in his back.

"I'm sorry!" Amorru whispered as he rushed to Charity's side. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Though injured himself, Akhsar King joined Amorru in lifting Charity's prone form and moving her toward the back of their intended means of egress - a short-range luxury shuttle capable of reaching the nearest planet or sky plex so long as the objects in space stayed true to their known orbital patterns.

Johnathan Mercer kept his gun trained and watched all three members of the Ainsworth family while inside the shuttle Grace Halladay called for more room for herself and Charity. Grace's triage experience and knowledge of anatomy told her King's wounds weren't nearly as life-threatening whereas Charity's life essence stained bright crimson through the fabric of Amorru's half-cape accessory. Looking first at the mess he made, Amorru steeled his glare on Grace as accusation and prideful fury filled his jade eyes.

"Patch her up right, 'Doc'. It'll be good of you to do something useful for once." Amorru spat vengeful, unprovoked vitriol at his former flame and set at the controls. He blinked in disbelief at the blood on his garish cape, grabbed the onboard communicator and called out over the pleasure shuttle's external speaker system. "Anyone lookin' at leavin' best find themselves on board now-ish!" A shadow filled the open rear entrance, staring at the rest of the crew in near as much shock and surprise as they offered in kind; Octavia Wynn blinked as Amorru squinted back at her. Then a final noise shook everyone in the hangar.


Elsewhere on Bellerophon, Sean Finnegan held a blade against a delivery pilot's throat as a cargo shuttle plodded across the desert in Wushu's general direction. Recognizing the ship was surrounded by short range shuttles Sionnach knew to be the same style employed by the enforcers of the Moda Tong, the thief knew a decision had to be made. Jesse Walker looked at Sean as if very much regretting her uncharacteristic action when the opportunity to participate in a little light burglary in exchange for a lift off planet presented itself. An intervention absolutely no one in the situation prayed for occurred when Amorru Reyes' voice crackled across the comms array Sean wore with a warning. "Sean... Artemis... Any of yez... If you planned to meet up at Wushu and try to fix it... Don't bother. Its surrounded... For what it's worth to anyone... I know I really buggered this one up. King and Charity are hurt, we lost our ship, and worst of all... We never even got paid. So I'm sayin' ta Hell with Wushu, and ta Hell with the ruttin' Tong. Dunno 'bout the lot of yez. But I'm making for Iscariot."

While we're excited about the changes and learning to adapt to a fresher system, it can be a little frustrating when it seems like something doesn't work the way it used to. In most cases it does still work, just requires clicking in a different place or manually enabling a new option which used to require a mod. To that end, we'll be making a repository in this thread of some new questions popping up and an answer once we have one.

If you have any questions, or a fix you found to something that's been bugging you and hasn't been brought up yet, just submit that by replying to the thread using the code below.

[CODE*][B][U]ASK QUESTION HERE[/U][/B][/CODE*] (Remove asterisks and anything between these parentheses)

How do I switch subaccounts?
We're working on the old subaccounts mod, but in the meantime just logout of your OOC account and into the character account. It seems that most of the time these passwords are the same as the OOC account, but in the event that it is not and you do not know the password you can just PM an Admin and we will get the password to you as soon as we can. If you find yourself waiting and need to post for now, just post on your OOC account and an admin or moderator will modify it to be posted under the character account when they send your password.

Why's my avatar gone and how do I fix it?
It seems linked Avatars got wiped. It may only be avatars linking to http:// sites as the forum - being https:// - does not like mixed links like that, but this is unconfirmed at this time. Uploaded avatars seem to be fine. To relink your avatar, click the profile name in upper left and go to Forum Profile. This will take you to your profile editor.

Why am I no longer notified of threads I follow?
Unfortunately manner features seem broken or lost due to outdated mods. Thankfully, some of those features are integrated directly into SMF 2.1's user customization. To enable this feature, simply go to your account menu in the upper left corner, select Notifications, and check "Follow topics I create and reply to". You have the option of being notified via alert, e-mail or both.

How can I see the full site on Mobile?
To see the full site on mobile you have to ask for the desktop version and then turn your phone to landscape.
Bugs/Technical Support / Re: Change in reply look
September 20, 2019, 07:11:29 am
Please refer to this post. Hoping to have a resolution over my weekend, which is Sunday and Monday.
Announcements / Re: Cleaning House 2019
September 20, 2019, 07:08:25 am
I have verified that much of the forum and even the server's toolkit and resources are varying degrees of out of date and I am in the process of updating things as I go. This is going to take a while, so I am echoing other users' suggestion of utilizing a word processing program or other utility such as Word or Google Docs in order to author your IC posts for copying/pasting for the time being.

I apologize for the ongoing issues, but in addition to this workaround simply pressing 'enter' after you've copied/pasted your post will bring the wide panel back to where you can view all the buttons.
Wushu IC / Re: The Repossession Mambo: Wedding Crashers
September 16, 2019, 07:20:39 am


The situation grew tense for Amorru, Grace, and Sean as they were led to what the interim Captain suggested must have been an exclusive VIP area, though he couldn't for the life of him determine why Sean or Grace were invited. Amorru's spirits soon turned south as the trio arrived in an office presenting itself in a manner similar to a spaceport security detention center. Amorru's feet set themselves instinctively into a backpedal, but before he could get away their escort cut into them with a scathing tone that reminded the blade enthusiast of his own noble father's hellfire and brimstone reprimands.

The trio's attention was directed toward Jesse Walker, a skilled computer systems breaker apparently less skilled at not getting caught, who Mercer mistook as being part of the crew's plan. Mercer proceeded to lay out a plan more detailed than anything anyone on Wushu's crew offered up, though Amorru missed most of it as his emerald eyes scanned the brown-eyed brunette up and down as if sizing her up in more ways than one. Though Amorru attempted to interject his own opinions multiple times, Mercer pressed through without skipping a beat as he ignored Amorru's every interruption. Eventually the pilot resorted to raising his hand like a schoolchild, but remained unnoticed. The impromptu meeting adjourned as quickly and unquestionably as it began, but Amorru wasn't entirely sure he understood the older man correctly and suggested he stay with Jesse. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately for Jesse Walker depending on how she favored the pilot, Grace insisted Amorru was going to get the doctor out of all the trouble he kept dragging her into and more or less hauled him by the ear toward the direction of the estate's infirmary.


Charity seemed absolutely bewildered that a sharply dressed man she erroneously identified as the butler approached her with a bit too much information regarding Ainsworth's grandson, but King kept as keen an ear on his charge's conversation as possible. When he noticed Sherrie noticing Mercer, the acquisitions expert offered a well-timed joke that got the couple laughing together with him. Once Sherrie directed her attention back to Charity, Mercer was gone.


Grace and Amorru arrived at the suites dedicated toward providing medical attention to both guests and staff of the Ainsworth estate, first in silence, then in rising frustration, as Amorru presented an act much like an offensive parody of Sean's previous subterfuge. Nearly breaking into a full shouting match as Amorru insisted he "was totally pulling this off way better than Flannigan" the former couple finally managed to make their way into a conversation with the estate's medical staff without incident. Uncomfortable for many reasons, the least of which included lying to a fellow medical professional, Grace stammered her way through her request for the required pharmaceutical and dosage necessary to treat Amorru's myriad of personal issues.

Unfortunately the doctor became suspicious of Grace's mannerisms, prompting Amorru to slug him under the chin as hard as possible, sending the man sprawling into the supply cabinet from which he'd appropriated the dosage. Unsure which syringe and vial he actually needed, Amorru snagged something that looked right, assured Grace that he'd "Got it!" and proceeded to make noises like a wild animal as he herded her toward the guest rooms.


On the way back to the party, Amorru reached up and activated his comms unit. As much as he hated having Sean in his ear even when the Moda Tong informant wasn't putting on a show, he couldn't deny it's practically in times like this. "Sean! Get Jessica to the guest shuttle bay and the two of you boost us a long-range shuttle! Even if it's a luxury model, it might have the samophlange or whatever Art needs to fix the ship! I don't know what else that old coot's plannin', but I intend for us to be headed in the general direction of away just as soon as we can." Amorru then turned his attention to Grace again. "Awright, luv. I've gotta get my luggage. You tell our porcelain grease monkey it's time to bake biscuits, then grab what you can carry in your bag and we'll shove off!"

The pair froze as they made to round the corner into their hallway, a half-nude, lithe and long-limbed form rushing toward them with both hands carrying standard-issue service pistols and someone's security lanyard hanging around their neck. Their uncovered torso shimmered in a sheen of fine sweat as they puckered their lips in a kiss at the bewildered pair and shuffled past them before rushing off in the opposite direction. Amorru looked stunned as he watched the leggy stranger disappear down the corridor. "... Was that Bolin Babylon? Wow..." Amorru looked on starstruck as Grace rolled her eyes, then the two pressed themselves flat against a wall as they heard more footsteps running towards them. Very shortly after, two of Mercer's security personnel were upon them. Both guards in various states of undress and with lipstick smeared on their cheeks and collars, they jammed the push-to-talk buttons on their two-way communicators and yelled frantic instructions about a security breach and requiring assistance with the matter in the guest suites. Amorru smirked at Grace. "Huh. How's that for a bit of a break? Y'know, I'm starting to think this is really gonna work, after all."

...Twenty Minutes Later...


"This isn't working!" Amorru yelled at Jonathan Mercer, as if the veteran cat herder possessed no perceptive abilities whatsoever. Amorru and Mercer both had weapons drawn on Charles Ainsworth as they had his arms pinned behind his back. Amorru pressed the point of a dagger square against Ainsworth's left kidney, forgetting all about the exact purpose of their mission, as Mercer held a small pistol into the senior gentleman's sagging neck meat. To the onlookers included in the plan and those just hoping to make it away from Bellerophon in one piece, this appeared extremely counter-productive and decidedly unplanned. But then again, so too had been Ainsworth's wayward grandson's sudden appearance and subsequent taking of Charity for a hostage.

Things seemed like they were headed in the right direction when Amorru and Grace re-entered the Observatory. Captain Reyes took advantage of the security kerfuffle by claiming an abundant handful of the future Mrs. Ainsworth's buttocks, insisting that she have one more go with a real man before spending her life climbing on top of a man who looked half a corpse. Charles Ainsworth insisted that looks were often very deceiving and insisted that Mr. Mercer direct the brazen stranger to the shuttle bays so that he might defend his lady's honor himself. Everything seemed to be going fine, with the rest of Ainsworth's security forces attending to the emergency situation in the guest suites. Sherrie looked on excitedly as Ainsworth and Amorru squared up and engaged in fisticuffs. Amorru left his guard open in an attempt to give himself the opportunity to stick Charles with the syringe in his hand, but the older gentleman's punch proved more stout than expected and Amorru dropped the dose on the floor after stumbling into King in a temporary daze.

Unable to relocate the syringe, Amorru said "Sod it" and unsheathed the short blade from the back of his belt. Ainsworth stepped back, instructing Jonathan to "Shoot this little bastard and be done with it!" Mercer instead snatched Charles from behind, set his gun under the man's jaw, and insisted they all go for a pleasant little ride. Unfortunately for all the excitement, nobody noticed when Charles's philandering grandson took Charity by the arm and pressed a gun into her stomach. The tension in the shuttle bay grew thick enough to choke the lot of them to death as Amorru licked at the sweat dripping over his lip. "So if it's all the same to the lot of ya... I don't think I ought to be Captain anymore."
Bugs/Technical Support / Re: Aid in adding photos
September 15, 2019, 02:35:05 pm
By the time I saw this, the application already had a photo in it. Did you get everything sorted out like you wanted?
Character Application / Francis Ramsay St. Michael
September 15, 2019, 11:23:49 am
Francis Ramsay "Frank the Tank" St. Michael

Age:  39
Gender:  Male

Primary Occupation:  Spacer
Secondary Occupation (optional):  Certified Powerloader Operator
Equipment:  Federal Powerloader License, coveralls, worn boots, back brace, carpal tunnel gloves, bottle of extra strength anti-inflammatory medication, case of cold brewskis, a modified .357 Magnum, and what co-workers believe is the same cigar he just keeps chewing.

Appearance:  Middle aged, stocky build, somewhat out of shape. Looks like he might've been an athlete once, but preferred lifting 12 oz weights if you know what I mean.
Faceclaim:  Mike Hagerty

Initial Personality:  Gruff, somewhat entitled blue collar type who always believes his age and experience is more valuable than any newbies to the crew fresh out of technical training courses despite the fact that he's never learned to do much more than operate a power loader. Is afraid of change.
Underlying Personality:  Is also afraid of dogs.

Known History:  Won't confirm whether or not he graduated high school, but loves to tell the story about how he totally banged three chicks at the same time.
Other History:  Didn't do either of those things, but has had two failed marriages and most of his pay goes to alimony.

Skills and Strengths:  Runs a powerloader like nobody's business. Does the same with his mouth. Claims to have killed a guy, but who knows?
Weaknesses:  Deathly afraid of dogs due to being bit by one as a kid, but always leaves out the part where he was throwing fire crackers at it. Isn't very smart, or confident, despite putting on a gruff act. Has more health issues from his sedentary career choice and otherwise terrible personal decisions than he wants to admit, and is always looking for a way to be compensated for what he claims are "work-related" conditions. The most the company has ponied up is a donut seat.

Wushu OOC / Re: I have PART of a plan!
September 10, 2019, 03:39:47 am
Quote from: Sionnach001 on September 10, 2019, 03:15:45 am
Sean's got some pretty specialized gear in his stuff on Wushu but it might be interesting to see how he operates without if for awhile until he can get replacements.

I'm reasonably sure whatever he'd be missing he can replace on Iscariot Station.

Whoever's interested in signing up with the new ship, please check here and state your interest in joining the new crew. It's at 2/5 currently and needs 5/5 to be officially approved.

Once that's done, we'll wrap this up. SC pointing out that nearly a year's passed in the time Wushu's advanced four days in story really tells me we ought to call it.
Wushu OOC / Re: I have PART of a plan!
September 09, 2019, 10:49:29 pm
Quote from: Chimera on September 09, 2019, 01:16:53 pm
Do we have any idea if Artemis is returning?

No response to my PMs and not active on site in about three months, so I'm thinking move along for now and hopefully they catch back up later.
Wushu OOC / Re: I have PART of a plan!
September 09, 2019, 11:28:52 am
Quote from: Lomari on September 09, 2019, 11:06:31 am
Hey guys,

After some brainstorming, here's what the potential next step for Wushu can/will be. The team either gets their target or doesn't get their target. In any case, it's a catastrophic mess. Wushu is surrounded where it landed, and potentially land locked, with an engine beyond repair (due to their pushing it so hard on on not enough fuel from Newhall).

They have a tech speck (soon) but they don't have the time or the means to get back to Wushu and escape. So they take their shuttle or one of Ainsworth's ships and hightail it out of there (with or without their target).

In the end, the crew ends up on Iscariot station without a ship. Knowing she needs to keep on the movie, Charity purchases a ship from some fancy cortex catalogue and waits for it to be delivered to the space station. This gives the current crew time to rest and relax and decide what they want to do. Charity will hire on whoever wants to stay and pick up new faces to replace anyone who wants to leave. From there, we'll develop a plan.

Thoughts? Ideas? Suggestions?

I'm for it. We've discussed at length my "it's not my ship"-itis, and I think this is a fine way to leave the ship open for, say, Jax to get back in the future if he wants it.
Introductions / Re: Back from the ashes
September 09, 2019, 08:10:32 am
Welcome back, cowboy!

Emit was last seen runnin' guns a-blazin' into the madness of the terrorist attacks on Newhall, as seen here!
Charity managed to lead King while making it appear that King led her as they approached the elder gentleman and his decades younger fiancee. They waited patiently with polite smiles as Charles finished the conversation they found him engaged in. After Charity made pleasantries in her practiced manner, Ainsworth staggered through an equally measured reply.  "Oh, um, yes. Well, I'd wager it cost me my own weight in jewels to build the place." Despite not remembering Charity's face or that of her companion's, Ainsworth matched her air of familiarity as he took the opportunity to brag. "It has been far too long since you and your, erm, man stopped in for a visit. It's such a pleasure to have you here for our happy day!" Ainsworth sized King up before addressing him directly. Not by name, of course. As far as the husband to be knew he'd never seen this man before in his life. The only thing that made King stand out among the majority of visitors to Ainsworth's estate is that this time he was right. "So very good to see you again, friend. How's - ah - business?" Charles Ainsworth offered a flat, soulless smile, letting Sherrie respond to Charity as he awaited King's reply.

Amorru attempted to hide the attention he focused on Charity and King's movement toward the outwardly happy couple behind the thick protective visor covering his eyes, but the subconscious motion he made with his head gave it away as long as Mercer paid close attention. Quick on his feet if not on the uptake, Amorru did attempt to employ some of the physical misdirection he practiced in dueling an opponent by maneuvering around Mercer and glancing over the man's shoulder, as it happened, just in time to see Charity's choice of gentleman approach Grace near the far wall. Amorru's expression soured and his jaw clenched for a moment as the gentleman checked his breath before attempting to engage the good doctor in small talk.

"Pardon me, dear lady." The man exuded confidence without pretension, but faltered momentarily with a furrowing of the brow when Grace appeared not to realize who he addressed. He adjusted the breast of his subdued green jacket and straightened his posture before pressing on. "Miss? Excuse me. Yes. You. Would you do me the honor of joining me for a dance?" Across the room, unable to make out the words but more than able to imagine the context of the conversation, Amorru forced his seething grimace into an extremely awkward smile as he forced himself to look away from the scene. Finally he spotted Octavia and Sean and waved them both over to join his conversation with Mr. Mercer.

Meanwhile, in the guest suites, Artemis Graham's peaceful slumber was rudely interrupted by the frantic banging outside her door. Awakened so suddenly and shockingly, Artemis was sure there must be some dire emergency for her to respond to. Why else would someone be assaulting her temporary domicile? Why indeed. A question so curious security had been alerted to the disruption and descended upon the hall in which Bolin Babylon took it upon their self to engage in a hurried and harrowing quest to obtain a spare applicator and a kindly conferrer to contribute to their cosmetic cause.
Announcements / Banners for Ship Subforums
August 15, 2019, 12:27:02 pm
Your friendly neighborhood Moderator, noseatbelts, has taken some time to develop themed banners for each of our major RP areas and shared them with us on the Discord server!

We've already had a sample poll on the Discord but are posing the question here as well. Do you think these banners should replace the images currently serving as headers for our ship subforums? Make your vote count in this poll and feel free to share your opinion below.

And a shoutout to noseatbelts for the work put in!
Announcements / Re: Cleaning House 2019
August 15, 2019, 11:02:17 am
A new survey is up, this time relating to site donations and rewards programs! Take a few minutes and let us hear what you think.
SS Iscariot Crew / Re: Helena Cain
August 08, 2019, 10:06:49 am
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