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**Fresh Start 2**

**Written by StSE, Universe G1/Beast**

Note: Alright, still had some more loose ends to tie up before the next installment of Trouble…. More than I’d realized after all the emails between myself and TurtleDreamer….

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“What the hell were you thinking?!?” Sharon yelled at TC and Scream.

The two Seekers looked down at their thrusters, not quite sure what to say. This was the exact OPPOSITE reaction they’d both anticipated! By now it seemed, that every member of the Unit who wasn’t out scavenging had run up because of the commotion that the older woman was making.

“What’s going on here sis?” Daniel asked. He put his hand on Sharon’s shoulder, giving her a squeeze of support.

“These two went and decided to get pregnant! And these four,” she waved her hand at Charge, Dinobot, Jane and Petri; “Not only enabled them to do it – but encouraged them!” She stormed up to Jane and put a finger in her face. “Why didn’t you THINK before you did it?!? WHY????” she demanded.

The shorter woman backed up a step, not sure how to respond. “But…. But we gave you the chance that you’d always wanted,” she stammered.

Dinobot encircled her protectively with his arms, his optics narrowing as he hissed at the angry woman. “Grrrrrr, what is wrong with you?!? We’ve allowed TC to adopt ssssstttt OUR offspring!” he shot back. “If you don’t hsssssssss want it, we’ll take it back when it is born!”

Sharon swelled up, not afraid in the least as she looked straight into the maw of a mechanical dinoraptor. She moved her finger from Jane’s face – to his. “And YOU! Of all mechs – I’d have EXPECTED that you’d show some foresight! This was a rash, foolish decision – don’t you see what you’ve done?!?”

Pushing Jane aside, Dinobot leaned down and touched the end of his reptilian nose to Sharon’s. “Grrrrrr, we’ve created LIFE! That greatest of all achievements!” he snarled.

She pushed him back, her angry visage so powerful that the warrior found himself, strangely, cowed before her. “You FOOLS! You’ve created life in a time when mature beings can barely survive! WE will be lucky to live to see the spring. To see the sun finally come through the ash! And even if we make it that far – we will still be struggling just to stay alive!” Tears began to stream down her face as she began to pummel him. “You give me a chance to be a mother – but in a time when I will most likely have to watch the baby die!”

Before Dinobot could think to defend himself, the woman fell to her knees. Her brother came up to her, pulling her into his arms as she sobbed. Sobbed about knowing TC’s baby would most likely die in her arms.

Jane looked down in shame, realizing that in the excitement of the moment that she’d made a truly terrible decision in the timing. Looking back at Dinobot, she met his optics and saw the same realization within him. “I’m … I’m sorry. I just didn’t think,” she muttered.

Dinobot stared from human to human, seeing the same spark wrenching expression on all of the older humans’ faces. The older woman was right. Of all of them, he should’ve considered their current situation. Should’ve considered the ramifications of bringing tender, weak sparklings into such a dangerous struggle! He should’ve demanded that Petri go ahead and put the things into suspended animation. Waited for a better time for them to be born into! His head drooping almost as low as his tail, he turned and began to walk away. “It is sssssss true. I shall be the one to blame ifffffff they do not sssssurvive,” he muttered. His core felt so heavy now. He’d most likely committed his own firstborns – to death…..

With a heavy sigh, Drew motioned for everyone to follow him. They left Sharon alone to sob in Daniel’s arms. Her heartbreak now felt by everyone in the Unit.

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Drew nodded for them all to sit down. His eyes following the two teary-optic’d pregnant Seekers as they sank into other clones’ offered arms. He felt terrible for them. In a sense, they were going through what a young teen with an unexpected pregnancy went through. But it was far different than that. Far harder….. They now saw that their dreams of happy babies bouncing around were far from likely. How would it feel to be pregnant and know your child had very little chance to make it? Drew furrowed his eyebrows as he considered this.

He had to come up with some type of speech for them all. Some how motivate them, but keep them very aware of the struggle they all now faced. A struggle now complicated severely by the condition of the pair of Seekers. He turned his eyes to Petri. “So how long before they go into labor or whatever they’re going to do?” he asked. He had to have some kind of time table to work with…

Petri thought for a second or two and then answered him. “Well, this is unknown territory to be sure. But if we use human and primate fetal development and early cell division rate as a comparison, we should anticipate that the fetuses should be at full term in approximately 300 earth day cycles. Granted, that doesn’t include…”

Drew cut him off. Like most of the others, he’d found that was the easiest way to deal with this Perceptor model’s tendency to ramble on. “So we’ve got possibly ten months then. Well, that’s a start.”

“That puts us into around August then,” Travis noted as he paced back and forth. “Well, summer is the best time to have babies in the third world countries. That’s a bonus for us as well.”

Darren nodded his agreement. Like the other former soldiers, the old Marine had been around the world many times, and had seen many mothers with their children. “Yep, since we might as well expect to be living like the third world for the next few years at least.”

“Ok, so first off – TC, Scream?” Drew said; he waited until the two tear streaked face plates looked up at him. Kneeling down in front of them, he grabbed each of their hands. “Sharon’s not really mad about the babies in you two. She’s terribly worried for them – ok? So don’t take her reaction too hard.”

“But… But.. I only did it to *sniff – sniff* give her what she’s always wanted,” TC sobbed. He didn’t want her mad at him. Didn’t want her mad at the baby growing inside him!

The old Navy man pulled the Seeker into his arms, hugging him like a son. “We all know that boy. Even Sharon knows that. She’ll love the baby, don’t worry.” He pulled away from the clone, and slacked him upside the helm. He also slapped Scream on his. Standing up, he looked down at their shocked face plates as they rubbed their sore helms. “Now toughen up you two. You may be pregnant, but you’re still men! And we’ve got a long hard road ahead in order to ensure those babies got a shot at making it!”

Scream sniffed up his tears a bit as Charge whispered encouraging words to him. He straightened his shoulders and puffed out his feminemly-rounded chest plates. “What do we have to do?” he asked as he lifted his chin. He pegged TC hard, shooting him a look that made him blink back his tears of self-pity as well.

Now that all the clones were looking at him, waiting for him to tell them how to make everything better, Drew smiled. Sure, he was equal in rank with Daniel back in the Navy – but since Yellowstone, Daniel’d basically been the Unit’s ranking leader. His orders were even held in higher regard by the clones to Scream’s and Charge’s. He was the wise one, the knowledgeable one.. The one who oversaw their training… Now Drew held that spot for a moment. And he knew he had to give all the beings which made up the Unit – both confidence and an action plan.

Sitting down between Sandy and Steel, he began to lay out the obvious. “Well, first we need to look at what these babies will need. They will need security, safety and whichever women are nursing them-” He glanced back at Petri. “They will need to nurse – right?”

The clone nodded, but he said nothing more. Ashley had just shot him one of ‘her looks’ to tell him not to.

“Are they going to be as helpless as human babies?” Darren chimed in. He knew what information Drew was trying to mine. They had to know what they faced with these new beings.

“Um, according to Dinobot they will be – until they reach a certain age,” Jane answered.

“You don’t happen to know what age that is?” Travis asked.

She shook her head. “He said they had to grow and mature enough before they could transform out of their beast mode into their robot mode. In their beast mode, they are able to consume what we can and grow just like us.”

Jester couldn’t help but snicker. It seemed so humorous that a human alt mode would be called ‘beast mode’. He whispered the joke to Flame, who also saw the humor in it.

“Shut up you two,” Torie warned. She knew that tone of snickering, and had an idea about what it was all about.

The twins settled down, but the mischief in their optics made it obvious to everyone – they’d be making use of the new phrase. And not in a positive way either.

“Ok, we’ll assume he means that they’ll get this transforming ability around puberty or something,” Drew stated. Thoughts whirled in his mind now that he pictured true human babies and all their needs.

“Geese, feel a bit sorry for them. Can you imagine having to deal not only with puberty – but also learning how to be a mech at the same time?” Travis mused.

“Two words – total confusion,” Darren agreed. He coughed a bit as Torie pegged him as hard as she could on his upper arm. “Is that as hard as you can hit? I thought you were tough,” he teased. He and the other men grinned as she punched his arm a few more times.

“Ok, joking’s over. Let’s look at what these babies will need – and what we need to do as a Unit in order to provide it,” Drew began…

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After one hour of conversation, the Unit’s general plan was outlined. With winter coming on something fierce and local supplies becoming scarce, they needed to think about moving soon anyways. They’d head South or South/East. Try to find some human settlements that were still functioning well. They’d blend in, adding their clones’ strengths to the local security forces and doing what was needed to help the settlement recover and prosper. This would give the babies a safe and secure place to be born into. A place that they could grow and learn in….

In three days – they would move out and face the new extreme world…..

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“I’m sorry TC. I didn’t mean to lose it like that,” Sharon whispered. Sitting down next to him, she slid her legs underneath the thick blankets as she slowly settled against him. Little Poet slid in on the other side of her, adding his warmth as he coo-d his happiness.

The blue Seeker turned his head and gave her a tired smile. “It’s ok, you’re right – we didn’t think first. Promise I won’t do it again,” he added.

She kissed his intake. Sliding her hand onto his now black-painted canopy, she rubbed the smooth surface. “No, just ask me first,” she murmured. She imagined that she could feel the life now growing within him. The life that would become her baby after it scanned her. She’d always wanted to be the one with the baby bump. The one who’d feel the little kicks inside her… Giving a sadly ironic chuckle, she patted his black cockpit.

“What?” TC shifted under her hands. He was thrilled that she was accepting his condition. That she wanted to somehow feel the life growing in his cockpit. But why the sad sounding chuckle?

“Oh, TC you don’t see the irony in it all?” she sighed.

He shook his helm. “Uh, nope.”

Lifting herself up a bit, she kissed the smooth canopy. Setting her chin on top of it, she stared into his optics. “I’ve gone through so many human husbands, always trying to fill my void. And all I ever needed was a sweet clone. A husband who could give me not only love – but my own child.” She took his lips after the last word drifted in the air.

A soft sob broke the romantic mood. Parting from TC, Sharon lifted the blankets and looked down at Poet’s tear-filled optics. The poor thing was distraught! He’d thought that he filled her maternal needs. He’d thought that he was her son! Burying his helm in the blanket, his sobs became louder.

“Oh Poet,” she whispered as she untangled him from the blankets and pulled his little chassis tight against her. “You’ll always be my first born. My pride and joy! I’ll need you to help me with your future sibling. You’ll have to help teach him – ok? Things like cooking and serving dinner and stuff.” She kissed the top of his helm as she rubbed his back armor.

TC reached over her, stroking the half-pint. “Hey, it’s ok. You know we love you Poet.” He tapped the little guy. “Do you want to feel the baby?” he asked.

Poet sniffed his tears back as he slowly lifted his head and met TC’s optics. He gave a barely perceptible nod.

The blue Seeker rolled back onto his wings again, smiling as the little clone crawled on top of Sharon so that he could put his hand timidly onto TC’s black cockpit. Emboldened by TC’s nod and Sharon’s words of encouragement, he set the side of his head against the smooth surface. His little hands rubbing against it as he coo’d to the zygote. He lay like this for many, many minutes.

TC and Sharon smiled at each other. Both of them thought how cute it was – Poet pretending that he could actually hear the developing fetus….

But they were wrong. He wasn’t pretending in the least. He could sense the tiny spark within that ball of cells. A tiny spark, that could sense him in return. Even though he and Scream were on the same ‘eve spark’ frequency – their talents were different. Scream could synch with mature sparks – even affect that clone’s emotions through the synching. Poet on the other hand, could sense new life and unborn sparks. He could synch with them, bond with them, and communicate with them.

And right now, he was busy telling the growing spark about everything he was going to teach it. How much he would love it. And how much fun they would have together after it was big enough to be born!

When Poet finally lifted his head and gave them a smile, Sharon wiped his tears off his cheeks. “There’s one more thing I need to discuss with you two. I was meaning to this morning, but just got too busy.” She encircled the half-pint with her arms as he snuggled on top of her. Granted, even though this little issue was very disturbing ethically; the fact that the overprotective KeKe had not attacked the two Seekers over it – had told her that Poet had not been damaged by it. So while the situation was problematic; it had not been an emergency that she had to rush over and yell at them over. Poet and TC turned their optics to her, curious as to what she was talking about.

“Yeah?” TC asked. His fingertips now rubbed the cover of his own cockpit - the habit that would soon to become standard for both him and Scream.

“What were you four doing when Bond and KeKe were sparked?” She rubbed Poet’s bright colored armor as she asked, noticing how well-buffed KeKe kept him.

“Uh, well I was sitting on top of Bond and so was Poet. Bond was bitching about having his aft in his face plate and a pet on his wing. We ignored him and spark bonded.” TC shrugged, not thinking anything of it.

“Anything else? Like you possibly getting slagged at the same time?” Sharon watched his body language like a hawk. She’d had some suspicions…

“Oh, yeah, forgot about that.” TC gave her a huge, happy slag-eating grin. “I got him to break through his programming. He finally slagged me!” he said, excitement flowing through his every word.

Sharon sighed; these ‘adult’ clones were so much more like teenagers than adults sometime! They never thought things through. Never considered how things could really impact others! How did the mechs they were cloned from ever survive – if they were the same way???? She was just as much a ‘mother’ to TC as she was his ‘wife’. He had so much yet to learn. So much…

In a sense, she blamed herself for it. As one of the program designers, she’d been one of the ones who’d created the ‘off-limits’ ethics programs. They’d made sure that clones understood that prepubescent humans were interface off-limits; but not only had they not put in there that children shouldn’t witness the act – but that particular ‘child clones’ were also considered off limits as well. TC and Bond simply had been unaware that the situation was totally inappropriate and what a human court would consider child abuse. Granted, it was a clone who was involved, not a true child, but that was a simple technicality in Sharon’s mind. But if Scream ever found out – she’d have a hard time keeping him, Jag and Steel from kicking TC’s, Bond’s and KeKe’s tails all over the hangar. True, KeKe wasn’t exactly a perpetrator, but he’d allowed it to happen. She’d discuss do’s and don’t with him later on…. “TC, you didn’t think about Poet when you did that,” she said softly.

Both he and Poet looked at her with surprise in their optics. “Yeah I did. I stopped the little guy and explained everything first. Then we spark bonded,” TC explained. Poet made an agreeing sound and nodded his head rapidly.

“While I’m glad you did that, you shouldn’t have been getting slagged by Bond WHILE you were doing that. No matter how much you wanted to! That would’ve made him afraid. And, well, it’s just not something an adult does while they’re holding their child.” Sharon sat up, cuddling the Wheelie clone in her arms. She felt him shiver slightly. Saw a brief flash of remembered fear in his optics. But then he shook his head and patted TC. Smiling at her while he did.

Knowing that he was just trying to keep TC from getting ‘in trouble’ with her, Sharon shook her head and stroked his little helm. “Don’t worry Poet, he’s not in trouble over it – and neither are you. You two didn’t know any better. And it’s partially my fault for not thinking to put that in the base programming. We humans will just have to teach you guys this taboo.” She glanced down at TC’s downcast face plate. Patting his intake, she got him to meet her eyes. “Just promise me to never include Poet in any of you and Bond’s activities like that, ok?”

“I’m sorry. Um, yeah, I promise,” TC stammered. But then he narrowed his optics a bit. “Why’d you get so pissed at me and Scream then? We didn’t know any better either.”

“Because,” Sharon snuggled back down under the heavy blankets. The air in the hangar had to be down in the twenties right now. And even with three layers of sweats on – it was COLD!!! “Jane and Dinobot knew better,” was all she gave in reply… Her mind had already gone into planning a teaching unit concerning appropriate and inappropriate behaviors around/with children. She’d just use the Seekers’ pregnancies as an excuse for it….

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“Oh, it’s going to be sooooo fun!” CC giggled as she stroked Scream’s black-painted cockpit. The Arcee clone couldn’t wait to babysit! Couldn’t wait to hold the little one in her arms…

“So, you’ll breastfeed it?” Charge asked Sandy in a hopeful tone. They needed a human woman to want to do this for them. And since Sandy was one of their best friends, closest friends, he was really hopeful.

Pushing a strand of her red hair behind her ear, Sandy knelt in front of Scream and hesitantly put her hand next to CC’s. It was strange to think of his cockpit as a ‘baby bump’ – but in a sense it now was. There was life growing in there. Life that needed a woman to supply the milk for up to two years, just like a true human child… “So it will scan me then? It’ll look like me? Like a real baby?” she asked. She might be able to do it then. But visions of a tiny metalloid creature latched onto her tit, were still flitting through her mind.

Scream nodded, “That’s what Dinobot says. He said that right after they scan the organic, their alt mode becomes it. Well kind of. And that young ones can’t transform to alt mode until they reach puberty or something. So it’ll be like you, I think.”

Star stroked Sandy’s brilliant red hair. The thought that it needed to be rebraided in the back of her meta. She liked her human’s hair; liked it because it was different than the other humans – and happened to match her paint job. “So it’ll be hers – just as much as yours? It’ll have her hair and everything?” she asked.

“Yes, that is what we’ve been told.” Charge met the brilliant blue optics of the femme clone, realizing that this baby would not be just his, Doc’s and Scream’s – but also belong to these three as well. In a strange sense, they’d all become mates through this baby. Even though the femmes other than Scream, would probably never approach either him or Doc for anything other than companionship.

Sandy had a strange expression in her eyes as she stroked Scream’s cockpit. “So in a way, I become a mother without getting pregnant,” she mused to herself.

Scream set a hand on one of her thighs and squeezed lightly. “Please Sandy, feed my baby,” he said in his feminem voice. The fech clone shifted under her hand, curling his long femme legs underneath him.

The young woman’s eyes met his. A look of decision coming onto her face… “I will – on two conditions.”

“They are?” Charge asked. He was seated next to his fech mate, his arm around his waist. This made it easy to meet the woman’s eyes. To gauge her emotions..

“First off – if it’s even possible – I want Scream to agree to carry my first,” Sandy said.

“But why? I thought women liked being pregnant?” Doc asked from his spot on the other side of Charge. His programs included delivering human babies, so this request didn’t make sense to him.

The woman shrugged. “To be honest, I’ve never really wanted to. I mean, I will if I must for the species. But it’s not something I long to. If Dinobot’s or Inferno’s sperm can fertilize my eggs like they do Jane’s, and then the babies grow in clones. I’d rather do that to be honest.” Her hand slid along the warm smooth surface of Scream’s cockpit as she explained her reasons.

“But they are organomechs – not full humans,” Doc countered.

She turned her eyes to him. “I know that. I’m not saying that I’m not willing TOO carry a fully human baby. Just that it’s not my first choice. And you’d have to inseminate me anyways.”

Charge relaxed a bit now that he understood where she was coming from. “We’ll help you raise them all Sandy. Human and mech children,” he promised. “What is your second term?”

Sandy glanced at CC and winked, causing the pink femme to start giggling. Another glance was passed between femme and femme, and soon Star was giggling as well. All three were now giving the two masked clones looks that made the conservative clones a bit uncomfortable.

“Take your masks off when you’re in the tent,” Star said for Sandy. She gave her human a rather devilish grin.

CC now had quite the mischievous smirk on her face plate. She tapped a finger on the First Aid clone’s face mask. “Yes, we want to see how cute you two really are,” she giggled.

Both Charge and Doc turned darker shades of gray. But with clicks and whirs, their masks split in the middle and retracted into their helms. Their discomfort only grew as now they became the center of femme attention. The girls picked on them mercilessly, stroking their bared face plates gently and exclaiming just how adorably ‘cute’ they were.

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Later on, Doc snuggled up against Charge. It was warm under the layers of heavy blankets that the family of clones had thrown over themselves and their human when they had settled down to rest. He and Charge were on one side of Scream, the females on the other. It was always this way. The familiarity of the habit somehow comforting to him now..

“You awake Charge?” he whispered.

“Affirmative,” Charge whispered back. His hands drifted along Doc’s side and back as if to reassure himself that all was well with his peaceful white mate.

Doc cuddled tighter to him, enjoying the warmth of his closeness. “I’m glad that I know they’re not really interested in me. But it still makes me nervous when they tease like that.”

The Optimus clone’s chassis shook a little bit as a deep chuckle of agreement told Doc that he more than agreed with his sentiments. “It is interesting that the real Prime preferred femmes while I prefer fechs and mechs. But yes, I feel the same discomfort when they tease as you do.”

The First Aid clone turned around so that they faced each other. Reaching up, he stroked Charge’s bared face plate. Except when they were enjoying Dr Peppers, they never saw each other like this. Bared to the world, for all to see. He had to admit, that he could get used to this. Charge had such a strong, masculine face plate. Reminiscent of Daniel – who the women liked to describe as the ‘good looking jock-type’. “You know Charge, the girls came up with a good idea when they demanded that we retract our face masks when we entered the tent,” he said. He really wanted to tell the clone just how handsome he was! But he just couldn’t bring himself to do that. Without meta commands, his interface nets activated, causing the shy medic to blush in embarrassment.

Charge smiled as his audios easily picked up the slight hum of activated nets. Doc’s shyness and meekness turned him on to no end. Glancing back at the rest of their family, he assured himself that they were indeed all asleep/defragging. Although his sexual preferences were opposite from those of the real Prime; his preference for privacy wasn’t. “Yes, it was a good idea,” he whispered. His lips pressed against Doc’s. His glossa asking entrance…

Doc’s optics went wide in surprise as Charge took his lips. His entire chassis beginning to tremble as he parted his lips…. As he tasted Charge for the first time… Their glossas danced as they explored each other. The dance matched by their hands sliding over each other’s chassis. Exploring… Finding seams to dip their digits into…. His ports systems fully activated.. Lubricant spilled into them as the protective covers slid aside..

Throwing his leg over Charge’s hip, Doc ground their codpieces together as he moaned into Charge’s mouth. He felt an arm go around his aft. Fingers exploring… Finding open ports… Sinking deep into them… Doc arched against him.. His fingers making dents in Charge’s back armor as he gripped him tightly.. “Charge,” he gasped, his whisper barely audible.

Nipping the thin metal alloy of the medic’s neck, the Prime clone growled slightly. His entire chassis was feeling so hot! His engine rumbling to a higher rpm as his fingers sunk into the tight, wet, warmth of Doc’s ports. He wanted to feel the clone around him! He wanted this more than he’d ever wanted too… Even over his first sparking interface! His retracted cable throbbed. Pushing against its closed latch…. When his audios heard Doc’s whisper his name, he couldn’t stop himself any longer… In a single smooth action, he released his cable, pressurizing it even as he buried it within the eager medic…

Doc yelped slightly as fingers were abruptly replaced with a much larger cable. Charge rolled him onto his back armor, thrusting with a fierceness that he had not expected! Wrapping his legs around the Prime clone’s waist, Doc bucked with his every thrust. Meeting him… Driving him yet deeper… “Yeeeessss, Charge, yeeeeeess!” he moaned as his dental plates dug into the red armor of his mate’s shoulder plate.

His own dental plates digging in, Charge found himself overcome with a passion he’d never experienced. Every time Doc moaned his name, his weak spark jumped in bliss. He drilled into the medic. Filling him – filling himself. His very spark’s need for a mate that he could call his own… That he’d never have to share… Fulfilled….

Yes, he loved his first spark mate Scream. But in a different way… Scream he’d have to share. The Seeker could never be solely his… But he could find still find happiness with the fech. Happiness as long as Scream allowed him to love Doc as well. Just as Doc willingly let him love Scream. With every thrust, Charge pushed back the memory echoes that sought to make him more like Optimus. Memory echoes that he understood now, that he’d never allow to control him as they did to other clones. “Doc, ugh, yes… Doc!” he grunted. Waves of pleasure rolled through him as the hum from their chassis’ grew louder.

As the cascading sequence of impending overload began to descend on him, a vision of the real Optimus filled his meta. A flash of sadness flowing through as he realized that he truly had what Optimus could not.. Two clones that he could truly open up to. Two clones that would unswervingly love and adore him… Two clones that he could lean on when he needed to….. No, the real Optimus felt that he couldn’t ever be viewed as weak and uncertain. But Charge did not fear that. He understood what a true team was now. He would be valued for both his strengths and weaknesses…

His final thought before his meta shut down in overload; was the final thing that he had that Optimus never would – a child that would call him ‘dad’….

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Note: Hoped I managed to tie all the loose ends together. If I didn’t – feel free to tell me!
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