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 Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 11:41 am
[ Failure is not an option ]
First Wing Wingleader This competition is to replace the wingleader of first, G'vian, after that unpleasantness at the hatching feast. T'gall is looking for a new rider to take the lead at the head of first wing - which for any ambitious rider is a step straight to Weyrleader someday.
Well, assuming they can hack it.
Being wingleader of first isn't an easy job, and T'gall is only looking for the best.
[ Character Criteria ]
Must:
- Be aged 32 or older.
- Currently be a rider of one of the combat wings (1st, 2nd, 3rd1 or 3rd2).
- Be IC suitable for the post (basically no utterly lazy/totally irresponsible people. Gungoho and somewhat reckless is fine however, if you feel that way inclined).
- Be it and physically able to take on the role (they should be a good fighter but this is not license to say they are the best fighter in the Weyr! 'Amongst the best' is fine however if you wish).
- Be IC willing to take the job.
- Be IC able to fit in with 1st wing and willing to carry out the wing's work.
May:
- Currently be a wingsecond in a combat wing.
--- If you chose to do this you are limited to choosing from:
------ 1st wing wingseconds: Male bronze rider (unnamed) or male bronze rider Y'vik (wingleader of 1st before T'gall gave the job to G'vian. Y'vik is in his late thirties to early forties, nothing else about him is set).
------ 2nd wing wingseconds: Male bronze rider (unnamed) or male brown rider (unnamed).
------ 3rd1 wing wingseconds: Male bronze rider (unnamed) or female brown rider (unnamed).
------ 3rd2 wing wingseconds: Male brown rider (unnamed) or female brown rider (unnamed).
- Be any gender if they are not currently a wingsecond. Please choose freely, we will not favour one gender over another.
- Be bonded to any colour dragon other than gold if they are not currently a wingsecond. Please choose freely, we will not favour one colour over another.
- Be an existing PC if they fit the 'must' criteria.
[ About the job ]
Being the leader of First Wing means being essentially one of the most badass people in the Weyr: the wing is incredibly competitive, and only the very best warriors in the Weyr will be in it (and that’s not just their egos there). They’re an elite group who step in to take over large scale or particularly dangerous problems… generally taking the lion’s share of the credit for dealing with it.
The wing is largely male and bronze-rider dominated, though other dragon colours and female riders do make their way in from time to time. Any woman working in first wing will have to be twice as good to get half as far. There are approximately twenty five riders in the wing at any given moment.
First Wing’s wingleader is responsible for heavily liaising with the other wings, as well as ensuring that the Wing keeps up to scratch on training and drills. Like any other wingleader, they’ll also be keeping a weather eye on prospects for their wing and keeping an eye on their trainees. Where necessary, they’ll be taking promotions… and demotions. Not everyone can hack it in First Wing after all, and sometimes people stop being able to make it work anymore. It’s a stressful job, and not one that will always win the wingleader many friends.
[ Things you should know ]
- Both the prior wingleaders are still in the wing. G'vian was forced to resign after his behaviour at the Literature Hatching Feast, and Y'vik stood down to make room for G'vian. G'vian is... not happy at all about this, as might be surmised.
- This role is subject to RP requirements. If you do not play the character for three months without prior warning to us (we know life happens, and that's fine!) they will be assumed to have left the Weyr. You may return to the character later, but their role may have been given to somebody else and in this case you do not have the right to reclaim it.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 11:42 am
[ Prompts - Wingleader]Quote: One of your riders is very badly injured on a mission, and is unlikely to see the night through. What happened? How do you deal with it? Quote: There's been, putting it nicely, a shaff-up. One of the wing's trainees has been being hazed - nothing wrong with that, it's a rite of passage - but it has gone too far when someone sabotaged their riding straps. Sure, they made sure that their safety lines were secured and in good order, but still... it could have really hurt or even killed someone. Do you deal with it? If so, how? Quote: One of your new riders doesn't think you should have been given the post; they challenge you to a duel and demand you resign should you lose. Do you accept the challenge or deal with it another way? What is the outcome? Quote: Your wing is brought in to deal with a nasty situation: a wanted murderer has taken refuge in a sofianist hold. They're refusing to hand her over, claiming she was abused by the man she murdered. Even if that's true, the law is still the law - and it's your job to enforce it. How do you deal with this? [align=center][size=18][b][ Failure is not an option ][/b][/size][/align]
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 1:26 pm
[ Watching the Watchriders ]
Senior Investigator [ character criteria ]
Must:
- be aged 35 turns or older.
- have become Senior Investigator aged 35 or older.
- be suitable for the role IC.
- if they are a rider or handler, not be in full service due to age or injury. Riders may ride in Veterans' wing, or may be honourably discharged (i.e. retired).
- not hold another significant rank. If you're not sure if something counts or not feel free to ask!
- not be a drudge.
May:
- be bonded to a dragon of any colour but gold.
- be bonded to a wher of any colour but gold.
- be unbonded.
- be dragonless.
- own a firelizard of any colour if you wish.
- be any gender.
- have held the position for up to ten turns if you like provided they fit given the criteria above in 'must’.
[ about the job ]
Being senior investigator puts this character at the top of the tree when it comes to justice in the Weyr, although it’s not always an easy line to walk. They will work closely with both Venk and the Weyrharper: Venk on the administration side, and with the Weyrharper on fine legal detail. On both sides, a good working relationship and friendship can be assumed if you wish - assuming that your character isn’t a complete tailfork! They will frequently also work with the other goldriders of the Weyr: their command abilities can come in extremely useful during an arrest or to break up a fight.
The Senior Investigator doesn’t have a day job. Although there may be time for a wherhandler to snatch a patrol or two, or for a crafter to work on their projects as a hobby, they’re ultimately responsible for the policing of several thousand people, whether that means breaking up fights or investigating gross negligence or even murder. Their pay level is at two thousand marks a turn, whether they are male or female - the job of Senior Investigator is viewed as surpassing gender - and is taxed at the usual rate.
The Senior Investigator has a wide range of powers. One of these is sitting on the panel which investigates any use of gold’s command abilities, as well as heading any further investigation. They are also responsible for investigations into any wrong-doing in the Weyr, from the lowest drudge to the Weyrleader himself. He or she will usually produce their findings for the Weyrleader and the Headwoman to act on, but in cases where they may be implicated, may instead convene a panel of the wingleaders and huntleaders to judge on the matter. This may also be something which the Weyrleader and Headwoman may choose to do themselves. They are also part of the appeals process for any dissatisfaction within a Wing, where a rider wishes to appeal above their wingleader.
[ things you should know ]
- Should Venk step down, and be succeed as Weyrmaster, your character will not lose their job to the new Weyrmaster/mistress; they will keep it for life, until they retire, or are deemed unfit to continue holding it.
- This role is subject to RP requirements. If you do not play the character for three months without prior warning to us (we know life happens, and that's fine!) they will be assumed to have left the Weyr. You may return to the character later, but their role may have been given to somebody else and in this case you do not have the right to reclaim it.
- Your character's IC decisions are theirs to make and carry the weight they should IC; staff will not interfere or prompt you with the 'right' decision! If however the character starts making really wacky decisions they may find themselves removed.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 1:27 pm
[ prompts ]Quote: There’ve been rumours that O’ail has been encouraging her riders to duel - or at the very least, not stopping it when it comes to her attention. Sooner or later, someone is going to get hurt. One of the drudges who’s been feeding you information lets you know that they overheard two of her younger and more hotheaded riders fixing to fight a duel early tomorrow morning, before anyone is up, over one of their weyrmates. What - if anything - do you do about it? Quote: It has come to light as a result of one of your investigations that one of fifth wing’s riders has apparently been using their spare time to run drugs across Pern. They get wind of it and turn up in your office/weyr, begging you to give them a second chance and producing all sorts of sob stories - including that No’ko has framed them to try and stop them being promoted up into the fourth wing, like he resents all of his riders who try to better themselves. What do you do? Quote: The landlord of the inn just outside the Weyr has come to you with a problem - one of your Special Investigators has run up a huge tab… and then run out on the bill. How do you respond to this? Do they deserve to be kicked out of the Investigators? Quote: After a long afternoon of reviewing applications for an opening with the Special Investigators, you have it down to two candidates: one of them is a just-graduated green rider who is sparkly and enthusiastic about justice, but has little to no experience. The other is a somewhat jaded bronzerider who is just retiring from first wing and seeking something else to do on top of the veteran’s wing. [align=center][size=18][b][ Who watches the Watchriders? ][/b][/size][/align]
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 1:28 pm
[ rules and criteria ] [ Rules ]
- Be cool.
- Don't whine please.
- Don't attempt to intimidate, harass, or otherwise interfere with other players.
- Ask canon questions if you need to, we will make the answer known to all! You can ask in private if you like and ask for the question to be anonymous.
- Remember that this is supposed to be fun!
- Post entries in this thread
- After these contests end the winner will have to go through the normal approval process.
- You can do as few or as many prompts as you like, so long as you fill out at least one! Do what you feel you need to do to show off your character(s), how their minds work, and so on.
- You may enter as many times as you like.
- The same player cannot win both the Special Investigator and the Wingleader.
- This contest will be running until midnight GMT on Sunday the 29th after which the thread will be locked for judging. You may edit your entries as much as you wish to this point.
[ Judging criteria ]
- The prompt is most important.
- We will be judging on the originality, believability, and suitability of the characters (the dragon is as important as the rider!).
- There is no such thing as tl;dr, write as much as you like! Tawny once broke the character limit on a contest entry, you are free to do the same if you have enough to say!
- We are not judging on gender or on colour of dragon; a male bronze rider has as good a chance as a non-binary green rider and vice versa.
- We are not looking for a full profile at this stage. You can put a fair amount of detail into the bullet points if you want to but focus your energy on the prompts.
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2014 1:44 pm
Name: S'kagi
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Rank: Bronzerider
Appearance: Somewhat slender and faintly androgynous, S'kagi has been mistaken for an young man before, especially from the rear, and does not forsee this ending any time soon. Her hair is black, cut sharp and short, especially for a woman, with long crisp bangs that fall in front of one eye when she is not ready for flight, largely to hide the crisscross of scars on the side of her face.
With narrow hips and and a very small chest, S'kagi has always been mistaken for boyish, and this is something she has more or less exploited, in so much as she could, frequently foregoing feminine attire for more manly garb.
Personality:
S'kagi has no time for your crap and will not put up with it. Frequently coming off as something of a cold, Killjoy, S'kagi is very duty bound, to the point of being (Were this earth and were it a dungeons and dragons game...) That goddamn Paladin that won't let anyone do anything fun. Ever.
She doesn't drink wine if she can possibly avoid it, she openly judges people for getting drunk. And she Hates. Flits. PASSIONATELY..
Oh sure they're cute and all but they are also, large in part, tiny poorly trained kleptomaniacs with very tiny brains and they get everywhere that they shouldn't be, and if they weren't so expensive and she wouldn't have to replace it, she would probably honestly have done bad things to one of them by now.
If you can get past the 'rule bound, tea-totaling-killjoy' part... which... to be fair... is sort of difficult to move past rather than poke at with a stick... you find a devoted woman with a tendency toward intense and frequently hidden feelings, who wants, more than anything, to see the people around her be everything it is in their potential to be. To really really be the noble defenders of the down trodden and the weak, to lift up those who are laid low...
So... still kind of boring. But well meaning and proud. Unlike, say, Keralder, she tries to find the good in people, and believes it exists unless proven otherwise, and has over time, learned a lot about what people believe are limitations set by gender, and what is real, and hopes to shine by example, though so far, bias being what it is, this has had limited results. She never the less believes that it will someday be clear.
This is a large part of why she (and her partner) have done fairly well thus far as dragon riders, in spite of being a conspicuous in pairing versus the traditional expectations. In spite of having really no background at all with the Weyr, S'kagi's dedication borders on the manic, and what she lacks in natural talent and upbringing she makes up for in fierce dedication to proving that she is no fluke, and that anyone daring to strike her down had best be prepared for what will happen when she jumps back up.
History:
*Hold Born
*Oldest daughter of a fairly well off family
*Became Engaged at 20
*At 21 the engagement is abruptly dropped (with family support) because of an ugly argument that ends when her fiance, arguing with her about a broken heirloom vase, hurls it at her in a moment of hot temper, causing several of her lingering facial scars. This is his first and last act of violence toward her.
*Saekagi sends a message home and ******** off with a visiting dragon rider who was also able to weigh in on judging the situation, asking to take sanctuary briefly at the Weyr just in case her family doesn't really see things the way she does.
*Arrives at the Weyr in time for a hatching and decides to watch from the stands to try and lighten her spirits as her injuries heal and she waits for news* ((She does not know and has absolutely no damns to give about her ex, and is reasonably sure that the bluerider who took her back will have something to say should he come looking.))
*Bronze Corinth bursts from his shell, barrels around the sand to knock down a couple candidates who have had trouble not elbowing each other quietly the entire time, then knocks over a few more people barging his clumsy way up into the stands to find her, demanding to know who hurt her and how they can make sure no one is ever fool enough to do it again.
*S'kagi and Corinth take their places as champions of law, order, and being so stiff backed you could use them as emergency splints. Throwing themselves into their studies.
Dragon name: Coriath
Colour: Bronze
Personality bullet points:
Pros: Dedicated, Noble, Hard Working
Cons: Stiff necked, Rule Bound, Poor sense of humor
Prompts:
One of your new riders doesn't think you should have been given the post; they challenge you to a duel and demand you resign should you lose. Do you accept the challenge or deal with it another way? What is the outcome?
"Are you listening? I'm challenging you!" The veins stood out in the F'rah's temples as he bellowed his challenge again, banging his hand against the near by fence post as he roared his challenge. Since she had arrived this morning and started working on drills, he, and a few others, had been going out of their way to demonstrate how unhappy they were with her presence. The muttering and cursing she could deal with, she understood damn well that they missed their former Wing Leader, and there were those who felt very strongly about him being stripped of power, even agreed with his choice to act out at the feast.
She understood their feelings.
She did not have to agree with them.
Coriath's eyes were as red as blood was always imagined to be, and his presence hummed in her mind like the almost inaudible sound of a great bronze bell as the sound fades.
He rumbled, all earth quakes and deep bells.
She swore, rising quietly from her seat.
Her posture was not aggressive, she gazed at him from under her bangs with her eyes wide, letting a slight quiver come to her lip.
"...F'rah. I understand you're upset. But...I'm not here to destroy your world..."
He looked uncertain, his grip on his weapon loosening as he wavered in confusion. S'kagi's reputation was solid, and this was out of character. Not the reaction he was expecting. He wasn't entirely sure what to do as she came closer, biting her scarred lower lip.
For a second, even she was sure he'd be fool enough to take her for the vulnerable facade she presented, then his eyes flashed bright with anger and he slashed at her with his knife.
She turned her cheek instinctively, presenting the side she had already deemed ruined some time ago, and felt the blade cut a new white hot line across her cheek bone, the blade so close it tickled against her eyelashes and cut into her eyebrow, and Coriath shook the earth almost with his bellow of challenge.
She flowed with the strike, bringing her own weapon up, jamming the hilt harshly into the cluster of nerves exposed under his arm from his raised arm strike, and felt bone give as he gasped in pain, dropping his weapon.
She hit him again, a crack on the collar bone with the hilt again, though the sharp edge of the blade drew red lines across his ear, and he dropped to his knees, clutching his cracked collar bone as she kicked the knife away.
"I'm not here to destroy your world. I'm here to enforce the rules, which, might I remind you, forbid dueling, which I will not overlook. You will see the healers, then you will be judged by your peers. If you are not discharged, I expect you to follow my orders next time I see you. I have no time to coddle your pride. This wing is supposed to be the best. Act like you're the best, or find another wing."
She snarled her words as two other riders, either more loyal or deciding that she was, for now, where their loyalties were safest for now, moved to size their injured Wing mate and take him into custody and to the healers.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 4:04 pm
[ Failure is not an option ] Name: L'ssa
Age: 35
Gender: Female
Personality and history bullet points:
- L'ssa has issues with a good chunk of standing authority, mostly because the status quo has kept her down for most of her life. While never serious enough to plot a full-scale revolution, she often commits unseen acts of defiance for her own personal satisfaction, be it minor social slights or full on pranks.
- That being said, she's a hard worker, and on occasion can go too hard. It was more common in her younger years for her to overcommit and burn herself out, but on more serious cases where her dragon is just as zealous she's still capable of wearing herself thin.
- On the more personal side of things, L'ssa is a brash woman with a big ego and a bigger sense of humor. She's thick skinned, so she tends to dish things out heavier than most people are used to, and that has caused tension with more sensitive minded people in the past. She loves the tradition of courtly love, and has had much experience with it in the past, but in terms of actual relationships falls short because of commitment issues (mostly out of fear of losing the person to bandits/plague/etc)
- L'ssa is a recovered alcoholic, and mostly recovered from PTSD from the attack on her weyrling class, but she will occasionally have nightmares from the incident and she adjusts some of her habits accordingly. Because of this, she tends to keep close attachments at arm's length, and she wouldn't be caught dead wearing something that she couldn't wear dragonback if needed (in case of emergencies). This makes her uniquely well-suited for making difficult decisions in regards to her squad (as she doesn't make favorites) as well as developing on-the-spot plans (because she has to have at least one emergency contingency on the brain, in the event of bandits).
Dragon name: Caldweth
Colour: Bronze
Personality bullet points:
- Caldweth is Batman. No, really, he was probably the Dark Knight egg in his clutch.
- The big bronze has a penchant for justice, and as such has very black and white ideas about morality. He's all work and no play, and he's not interested in semantics or philosophy. If the person is a criminal, they are guilty and deserve appropriate punishment, and if they are innocent, they must be fought for and protected. The few times he was presented with a truly difficult conundrum, he fell into an utter mess until his rider could either clarify and make a judgement call for him or he forgot the issue entirely.
- In many ways, he has traditionalist views, accepting the old ways as just the way things are done. However, he is notably neutral about the idea that a dragon's authority is rendered by its hide or its station in the weyr. Caldweth respects deeds over age, and age over hide, giving a general level of respect to the seasoned veterans of the weyr for their service.
- Like his rider, Caldweth has an ego, anchored in place by a strong work ethic and a drive to see results. His number one caper is, in fact, his rider, and most of his energy is spent trying to keep her in line. In situations where Caldweth becomes overzealous in his pursuit for justice, however, the situation can become reversed.Prompts:Quote: One of your new riders doesn't think you should have been given the post; they challenge you to a duel and demand you resign should you lose. Do you accept the challenge or deal with it another way? What is the outcome?
"Who--even--would wear something this shaffing hot?" L'ssa batted at the fabric from under the tent it had formed around her, finally tossing it to the ground with an ungracious flop. Wearing the high-collared frock had been a nightmare in a number of ways, mostly in part because L'ssa had refused to take off her riding leathers underneath and therefore had to wear the bulkiest thing to hide her straps. Nevertheless, she was ready to fly at a moment's notice, whereas her partner was still carefully setting down their human-sized parcel and stripping out of his frock, which meant that she was better prepared if they got ambushed by bandits.
Rule one of working in the field: never ever get ambushed in your skivvies.
"You made for a pretty good Sofiane after all, M'lin," the bronzerider remarked nonchalantly, hands over her brow as she waved down the rest of the wing, a terror of browns and bronzes circling above should the worst happen and the two of them get captured by pacifists. "The way you smooth-talked that guard, I bet you coulda stayed if you'd asked real nice."
"Go get scorched, you old hag," came the brownrider's response, plucking a gem brooch from his neck and dropping it to the ground. M'lin was short and lean by rider's standards, but he was sharp as a dagger and quick to react to change, which meant when everything in his wing got shifted upside down he was the first in line to make buddies with the new wingleader, which had been part of what had given him precedence in the day's extraction. He'd even gotten so bold as to start quipping back at her, but as L'ssa jerked her head towards him with an icy stare, his mind instantly began to backpedal, searching for the words to smooth things over. "Not to overstep, Wingleader--I was just following the flow of conversation."
L'ssa maintained her hard look for a moment, then ruined it with a sputtering cackle that rang deep in her chest, shaking her torso. "You--you shoulda--shaff, your face--" Her words fell between giggles as she pulled inwards in her own mirth, clearly forgoing the gravity of their mission now that the harder part had been achieved.
M'ril, nonplussed and unamused by this turn of events, took the time to unwrap their target, who had gone quiet since they'd been set on the ground. Using his dagger, the man tore open the heavy sack, peeling the fabric away from the frightened woman inside, bound and gagged. Her eyes were bloodshot from tears and wild, her pupils constricted, and as he untied her mouth she let out a shriek that silenced even L'ssa's bark of a laugh.
"You can't do this, I have sanctuary here, this is wrong!" The woman kicked at her bonds but budged only an inch despite her struggling, and even that ceased the moment the sky went dark from a dragon's wings. Caldweth was the first to land, the earth shuddering under his massive girth, and M'ril's slender Rannuketh came behind, letting out a sharp bugle as he touched ground. Sofianes had begun to make for the mouth of the cave, but with two dragons staring them down with growls that made the very ground tremor, no one seemed to want to rescue their precious little sanctuary.
"Sorry, hon," L'ssa shrugged, taking note as the rest of her wing fell into place around her and riders began to dismount. "We don't make the rules, we jut bring in the people who break 'em." L'ssa felt for the woman, and a part of her loved the fire in her that had given her the courage to kill her abuser. However, she was a prosecuter, and unfortunately she'd been denied the chance to go after the man because he'd been so unceremoniously killed. She wasn't the first murderer she'd seen under these circumstances, and she certainly wasn't going to be the last, but L'ssa had long since stopped trying to play the game of semantics when there were bodies involved.
W'dyn was the first of her wingriders to approach their small circle, a strong-armed bronzerider with a chip on his shoulder in regards to their new leader. The former wingsecond had been the first of a series of demotions when L'ssa had taken control of the wing, and he carried the wound to his pride about as well as most of first wing did: poorly and publicly. He huffed at the sight before him, especially the wide smirk on L'ssa's face when they made eye contact.
"See? In and out, not a scratch on us," L'ssa beamed, motioning to the now-timid woman on the ground. "If I had picked you as my second, I doubt we could have fit your thick head through the caverns, much less gotten the target. Seems like I know what I'm talking about, then, hmm?"
"I'm not here to play games with you, Woman," W'dyn growled, his beady eyes narrowing as his fists clenched.
L'ssa's eyebrows lifted as she smiled, her hands at her hips. "Well, you're going to have to play games with me, W'dyn, because I am your Wingleader here and you were wrong." By this point, the rest of the wingriders had filed in, some with eyes on the growing crowd at the mouth of the cave, but most with various forms of scowls on their faces. L'ssa could feel the hatred in their eyes, the resentment in their postures, and in response she opened hers up to address the throng of riders. "There is a lesson to be learned here, wingriders--"
"Enough." W'dyn was not about to be lectured, and as his voice boomed he pulled forth his sword with a screech of steel. "Mission or not, I will have satisfaction, L'ssa! If you want to lead this wing further, you will do so over my defeated honor." Several riders murmured, but overall there were nods of approval from the crowd.
L'ssa blinked, silently stunned for a moment, and then shrugged, reaching for her sword. " Right now? I mean, if you insist..." She eyed the wingrider for a moment, walking slowly towards him. However, in the last instant, she ducked under his wide frame, slamming the small of her hilt against the back of his meaty neck with a satisfying thud. With a gurgle of surprise, the man fell, the others aghast in horror.
"Now is not the time," L'ssa hissed, her feathers finally good and ruffled by this turn of events. "Someone grab this dimglow, we are heading home." With a darkened expression, she motioned to M'ril, who scooped up their shivering target. "If anyone else has anything to say about my leadership, I suggest they do it at less inopportune times."
Caldweth growled as his rider took to her saddle, ruffling his wings.
This whole mess is dishonorable, Cal, came his rider's weary reply. Take to the skies.
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