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Trial by Fire	By : Jade_Max Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 15246 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Star Wars is George's sandbox, which now belongs to Disney; I'm simply destroying the sandcastles and playing with the action figures. I make no money off of this.

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Chapter 4

“You’re late.”

Traxis stepped into the gym at two minutes past the hour, his head still buzzing and not quite capable of clear thought. As a result, he spoke without thinking. “I had something I had to take care of first.”

“Something?” Blaze demanded, his eyes glittering dangerously as he watched Traxis approach the mat. “Or someone?”

“Sir?”

“I saw you with Rook today, Traxis, don’t play dumb with me.”

“With Rook?” Traxis echoed the words, his eyebrows lifting as he regarded the other man uncertainly. “I was assigned to his squad, why wouldn’t I-”

“You were out of your debriefing, Traxis; you were flirting with him.” Taking a step forward, Blaze dropped his hands to his sides and Traxis watched him warily. “I thought I’d made it clear; I want you – and I don’t share.”

“Why?”

“Excuse me?”

“Why do you want me?” Traxis wasn’t sure where the question came from, but it had slipped out and, though he felt a pang asking it, he needed to know why this man had approached him; what was it about himself that Blaze found worth pursuing.

“Get on the mat.”

Traxis followed the order, slipping into a defensive stance as he did so, wary of what had occurred the previous night but hoping it would happen again. Despite having already had a rather mind numbing orgasm, he found himself wanting to do it again – but with Blaze this time. Ideally with the other man’s hand on his cock, but he’s settle for his own if he could just be with him.

Providing of course Blaze didn’t laugh in his face.

Blaze shifted his feet, circling Traxis, who mirrored the motion, watching one another, brown eyes on brown, similar muscular physiques plied with the shadows and dim lights of the gym. “You’re quick on your feet,” Blaze said at last, “and I don’t just mean here.”

Traxis danced back as Blaze attempted to strike him, testing him. They traded a series of jabs and blocks, wrestling around enough to make them both sweat before Blaze spoke again

“You’re smart, Traxis; I admire that.” His lips twitched. “Brother to brother, there’s nothing more appealing than one who knows what he wants.”

“The scars don’t bother you?”

“Should they?” Blaze straightened in surprise, looking at Traxis intently. “They’re not a sum of your skills.”

“But-”

Traxis was taken off guard when Blaze suddenly dropped his shoulder and threw himself bodily at him. It was a similar tactic to the day before, except Traxis hadn’t been reeling with the other man’s words at the time. Front to front they went down, Blaze pinning him briefly, his cock leaping to almost immediate attention, ready for another round, as the hard ridge of Blaze’s erection pressed against him before they hit the mat.

Rolling, he threw the larger trooper off him before coming up in a crouch. Blaze however, stayed where he lay, watching with glittering eyes. “Scars don’t make you any less of a man, Traxis. They’re just marks that say you were too stubborn to die.”

Blaze moved on the last word, pushing himself deliberately to his feet, his gaze lingering with intent on where Traxis’ work out shorts were now pressing almost painfully against his cock. Blaze’s own shorts were molded to every inch of him.

Seeing that Blaze didn’t appear to be ready to attack him again, Traxis slowly straightened, turning the words over in his mind. Marks that showed he was too stubborn to die. The fact he’d gotten them in the first place still stung, but Blaze’s unique perspective was a boost to his confidence. Much like the attraction the other man professed; and sported.

Bronzed muscle coated with a sheen of sweat, droplets glistening on both Blaze’s skin drew his gaze as one slid downwards over a firm, rock hard pectoral, down across the rippling muscles of his abdomen and into the waist band of his shorts. Traxis couldn’t help but stare.

What was it about Blaze that was so damn… magnetic?

Traxis wasn’t sure but, at the very least, the way Blaze was looking at him certainly didn’t hurt.

Blaze moved in, reaching out to grab Traxis by the arms, locking them together as Traxis responded in kind even as he knew he didn’t match the other man’s upper body strength. With a twist and a sweep, Traxis hit the mat face down, Blaze following to pin him in place.

Traxis struggled to get his arms under him when Blaze suddenly wrenched one upwards, between his shoulder blades, pressing his face back to the floor. The sting of teeth on the back of his neck made him cry out as a hand fumbled with his shorts. It was a sudden, jarring and unexpected move.

“Blaze; what are-”

“You’ve been flaunting,” Blaze ground out against his skin, catching him as he squirmed, trying to get free as Blaze’s hand slid into the tight fabric and around, grasping the base of his cock with a hand so firm that Traxis let out a hiss, bucking backwards. Blaze used the opportunity to slide his hand up to the top of the engorged organ and flex his fingers. “Taunting me with this since I got here.”

“No; I- Blaze!”

The pressure was suddenly gone as Blaze released him after a single stroke, pulling the fabric away from the tip of his cock and then using the leverage of the arm between his shoulder blades to move him. Blade, almost expertly, tugged Traxis’ shorts down over his hips to his knees before pushing him back to the mat.

“You want this as much as I do, Trax,” Blaze told him roughly, the hard ridge of his penis suddenly sitting along the crack of Trax’s backside. “I’ve seen all your looks; the way your eyes lingered on my cock earlier in the shower when you thought I wasn’t looking. The way you were stroking yourself in your sleep before I left the barracks.”

“I didn’t…” Traxis tried to shift forward, his voice a growl. “Blaze, I’m – what are...”

"I know what you were doing with Rook," Blaze's words were practically spat. "Flirting with him; trying to make me jealous."

"I wasn't-"

Blaze’s bare chest pressed along Traxis’ back, except where his arm was captive, sending bursts of pain through his body with every move and cutting off what he'd been trying to say. “Well it worked. I’m going to give you what you crave, lover; my cock as hard and fast as you can take it.”

Traxis froze at the crude description and it was enough for Blaze to shift. He made to push upwards, to dislodge the stronger man, his whole body tensing as he heard Blaze lick his fingers before reaching down. The slide of the other man’s cock against his ass crack was almost too much - but he’d not pictured it like this!

“Don’t, Blaze; don’t do this!”

“You want this, Trax,” Blaze practically purred. “You’re harder than the durasteel bulkhead between us and space.”

“Blaze- Ah!”

The blunt head of Blaze’s cock penetrated his anus and Traxis' whole body tensed, tightening up like a vice, squeezing the other man’s shaft so tightly, he groaned, grabbing both of Traxis’ hips to hold him in place and not retreat.

“Fek you’re tight, Trax!”

Pain radiated from the point of incursion, Traxis’ breathing shallowly as he fought back the burn behind his eyes. His body refused to cooperate as it sought to expel the intruder, to prevent further access, but with every pulse, every squeeze, every ease of his muscles before regrouping, Blaze’s hard, hot length slid further into his body. He braced himself on his forearms, trying to mitigate the angle from which Blaze was taking him, and Blaze urged him to his knees.

The shift in position eased some of the discomfort and Traxis squeezed his eyes tightly shut against the rest. His body still hadn’t accepted the intrusion, couldn’t cope with it for all Blaze seemed determined to seat himself immediately to the hilt. Blaze withdrew from the vice-like grip of Traxis’ anus only to push forward, gaining fractions of an inch, his grip brutally hard on Traxis’ hips for a moment before easing.

Despite being caught up in the pain-pleasure sensation of having the other man’s cock buried within him, Traxis could feel Blaze’s frustration; his body wasn’t making this easy and he couldn’t make it.

Warm, almost gentle fingers suddenly cupped his ball sac, rolling with deliberate intent, barely brushing the base of his own swollen cock and Traxis shuddered as the hand then, with deliberate intent, closed about his shaft. Blaze’s bare chest pressed to his back, a warm, wet open mouthed kiss at the base of his neck startling him.

“Relax,” Blaze urged softly, his voice holding a soothing note that had been absent before and did nothing to show his frustration. “Relax; let it happen.”

“Blaze-”

“Easy, Trax,” he stroked the swollen flesh of Traxis’ cock with a sure, knowledgeable fist, running his thumb over the pre-cum that had already formed at the tip. The sensation of being penetrated while being played with was almost too much for Traxis. His muscles clenched, his breath hissing from between his teeth.

“Picture my mouth around your cock, Trax,” Blaze told him in an undertone, his words ragged. “Feel it squeezing, my lips sucking, my tongue on your crown. Feel my throat muscles grip as I take your hard cock you all the way in, sucking it…. Squeezing…” Blaze’s breath whispered across his neck, matched to the motion of his hand, “Tightening…”

It was enough.

“Blaze!”

Heat coiled in Traxis’ lower back, pooling in his sack before expelling out through his cock and coating Blaze’s hand with his cum. His body shuddered with release, slowly loosening in the aftermath of the orgasm. Blaze’s hand continued to stroke him through the apex of the orgasm until his flesh began to soften.

Blaze gripped his hips and began to move, using both hands to draw Traxis’ body back into him even as he pushed forward. “Tight, Trax,” he accused. “Won’t…”

Then he didn’t speak as he withdrew, Traxis feeling the loss like a physical thing as his arms and legs trembled to keep him upright. Blaze suddenly pulled all the way out, pushing Traxis back to the mat and rolling him over. His lips came down hard, his hand probing for his anus. Adjusting his seat, he pulled Traxis’ legs upwards, tearing his shorts free and tossing them away, before dragging him onto his bent knees, probing Traxis' anus with a hiss as he released the kiss.

Bent backward at an angle, Traxis was able to see Blade’s determined expression as the other man’s swollen and nearly purple member slid back into his anus with a firm almost brutal thrust. Blaze closed his eyes, gripping Traxis’ legs, lifting him into the position he wanted and proceeded to pound into him with desperately rough strokes.

It wasn’t long before the other man’s throat worked, Traxis’ anus burning and raw, Blaze letting out an incomprehensible shout as warmth flooded through Traxis’ system, the rush of Blaze’s release filling him and soothing abused flesh even as it stung.

Blaze curled forward, taking them back to the mat, his head on Traxis’ chest as his body began to soften and slip from Traxis’.

The endorphin high ebbed, returning reason and sanity. Hesitantly, unsure as to the proper protocols for such encounters, Traxis lifted one hand and ran it through the sweaty blonde forelock on the other man’s head. Blaze smiled and lifted his head.

“First time, huh?”

Traxis said nothing; Blaze’s cheeky smugness seemed out of place to him but he wasn’t sure why.

“What else haven’t you done, Traxis?” Blaze’s words were almost lazy, curious. “Besides fuck another man that is. Ever given head?”

“I think every brother’s experimented, Blaze.”

“Gotten head?”

“Blaze.”

Blaze’s hand slid from Traxis’ hip to his groin, taking the spent organ in hand and giving it an experimental tug – which had Traxis emitting a groan. “Hand jobs? Rim jobs? You're too tight to have been fisted before.“

What’s he talking about? Traxis wondered, his mind whirling with the terminology and in the aftermath of his second orgasm of the night, images of what they could be exploding in his mind, those things have names?

Blaze drew his attention effectively, pulling himself upwards to lie directly atop Traxis, chest to chest, his hand still stroking Traxis’ hardening cock with sure strokes. Their eyes locked and Traxis swallowed hard at the intent in the other man’s eyes, unable to think clearly in the aftermath of such intensity combined with Blaze’s current advances.

Reaching up, Traxis slid one hand around the other man’s neck and pulled him down for a rough kiss, amazed he was able to feel anything like he was in those moments. All thanks to Blaze.

The kiss quickly shifted in intensity as Blaze angled his lips more fully over Traxis’ and deepened the kiss in an eerie mimicry of the act they’d just performed. Blaze’s hardening cock rubbed against his, Blaze pressing their lengths together with one hand as he thrust his tongue deeply into Traxis’ mouth.

Traxis’ instincts, more aware than his conscious mind, responded in kind, the give and take of their lips lasting for only a few heartbeats before Blaze broke the kiss.

“Shower?”

Still pinned beneath the other clone, Traxis didn’t quite follow until Blaze pulled himself away, their lengths rubbing against one another and then parting as the more muscular clone gained his feet. Blaze flashed Traxis a grin that was more of a smirk and offered his hand.

There was a moment where Traxis stared at the outstretched hand not really comprehending what Blaze expected before his own arm came up to grasp his brother’s forearm. Hauled to his feet, Traxis gave himself a shake as Blaze headed ‘towards the connected shower room. The fire trooper paused in the doorway to the showers and looked back.

“Are you coming?” His lips twisted into a smirk as he reached down to take himself in hand. “Or am I getting off on my own?”

Traxis didn’t need to be told again, and followed Blaze into the showers.

+++++++++

“Traxis.”

The sound of his name came from far off as Traxis mentally told it to bugger off; he was tired after his late nights and just wanted-

“Traxis!”

He sat bolt upright in his bunk to find Coric standing over him, frowning. Scrambling from his bunk, his muscles protesting he wasn’t prepared for the aches and pains that suddenly assaulted him as he hit his feet with a salute and a strangled “Sarge!”

Coric’s frown deepened seeing a wince Traxis couldn’t hide. “You okay, Traxis?”

Coric's words made Traxis acutely aware of his discomfort; an ache in his lower back and backside. The bruises he could feel but Coric couldn’t see that ran down his sides; an acute pain in his neck where his shoulder met it - where Blaze's teeth had dug in unexpectedly.

Shifting, he bit the inside of his cheek to avoid another wince. A quick scan of the barracks showed they were practically empty; only the men who’d been assigned the night rotation were back in their racks, arms flung over their eyes - and none were near him.

“Fine, sir,” he answered automatically, if belatedly, glad he’d worn his sleep pants and fatigues shirt to bed. It hadn’t been a conscious choice, just what he’d happened to throw on before returning to the barracks with Blaze from the gym. He’d practically fallen into bed – and was now regretting it. "Just a little sore is all."

"Rough night?"

The question was mild enough, almost amused, but the effect on Traxis was anything but.

Images from the previous night returned full force, flashing through his mind like a series of lightning fast stills that each held a sensory memory that threatened to embarrass him. Traxis was forced to push them, and the whole sense of the surreal that accompanied them, aside in the face of his Sergeant.

Taking a deep breath without looking like it, Traxis took a long look at Coric. "Rough wouldn't be the adjective I'd use, sir."

Coric raised his eyes in surprise and Traxis knew he'd misspoken; he'd raised the other man's curiosity. "Anything I should know about?"

"No sir," Fek no, Traxis thought, casting around for another reason and not finding one, he instead addressed the issue to Coric waking him; standing at his bunk in the barracks. "Is there a problem?"

Shaking his head, Coric stepped back. "When you didn't report to me as per orders at oh-eight-hundred, I was a little concerned."

Didn't show at- Traxis gaze shot towards the main chrono above and behind his bunk; he was almost a half hour late! He swallowed his horror at having slept in and, even knowing Coric wouldn't take offense, his tone was dry. "No need Sarge; just catching some extra rack time - apparently."

The Sergeant chuckled. "Don't look so put out, Traxis; it happens to the best of us. You're not fully recovered from your injuries yet."

"Then why put me back in the barracks?"

Coric's smile died. "It was return you to duty or Kamino," letting that little fact drop, Coric turned and headed for the door. "Join me in the mess is fifteen; don't wear your armor."

Stunned, Traxis stared after Coric. Duty or Kamino. He shuddered. No brother wanted to be returned injured and useless to Kamino; it was rumored to be a death sentence. Not that war wasn't, Traxis reflected, but at least you could die on your feet with your deece in hand - if you were lucky. If you weren't, you ended up like him; only part of a man among whole brothers.

Shrugging the dark thoughts away, he turned, took a step without thinking, and inhaled sharply through his teeth. Sore was putting it nicely. Still, he only had fourteen minutes. Limping to minimize the ache in his back and posterior, Traxis headed for the 'freshers with a glance towards Blaze's bunk, a shake of his head, and - despite the discomfort - his lips kicked into a bemused half smile.

Blanking his expression lest he be seen, he cleaned up quickly, on auto pilot, his mind have catapulted back to the showers the night before and their time in the gym, both on their feet and on the mat. To Blaze's words, his postures, his fascinations; his actions.

Traxis assessed everything he'd learned the previous evening, everything he'd felt, amazed with the intensity of the experience, the full experience. Blaze had become his lover; he couldn't quite wrap his head around it.

Despite his preoccupation, Traxis was dressed in clean fatigues and presenting himself with only the slightest of limps to the mess hall twelve minutes later. Coric was waiting for him but, just beyond him, were Blaze and Coil, lingering over morning caf.

Settling in at the table with Coric, who'd already collected what passed for breakfast, he offered his thanks.

"The least I can do when you're being tolerant about my testing. How's the arm? Still getting the numbing sensations?"

Traxis rotated his shoulder, feeling the now familiar tingle, but not losing any feeling in his fingers. His gaze collided with Blaze's over Coric's shoulder, the flametrooper watching him intently, his cup of caf at his lips. Traxis felt the impact of that look in his gut before he looked away, mentally scrambling to remember what Coric had asked about his shoulder. It was the same shoulder that Blaze had wrenched behind his back the night before when they'd-

"Traxis?"

Stretching. Right. They’d been discussing stretching. Did it count as stretching with the way that Blaze had been holding- barely managing to keep the heat he could feel at the base of his neck from crawling upwards, Traxis firmly pushed the thoughts away and focused. It was harder than it should have been just knowing that Blaze was watching him.

“Fine, sir.” He assured the medic; now that he’d thought about it, the numbing sensations hadn’t come back since Blaze had jerked the arm back. Not that he’d done much testing, he’d simply failed to notice the lack of numbness. “Not incidents since we spoke last.”

“The stretches are helping, then?”

“Seem to be,” Traxis assured him with a sharp nod, taking another sip of his caf before casting a glance down at his tray and considering where to start. None of it was more appealing than any others; not an uncommon occurrence. “I haven’t noticed any since last night.”

“Good.” Coric took a sip of his caf and pushed his tray away. “Glad to hear it.”

Considering his food for a moment, Traxis then picked up his fork and speared one of the items on his plate. “Not that I don’t appreciate the wake up call, sir, but…” he hesitated

“Why’d I come looking for you?” Coric shrugged. “I was a little worried when you didn’t show after you mentioned the tingling. There are documented cases of head and neck trauma patients not waking after sleep. None as far after trauma as you, but…”

“Better safe?” Traxis shook his head. “No offence, Sarge, but if I wasn’t going to wake, I think I would have by now.”

“True enough. But like you said; better safe.” Coric shrugged and offered a faint smile as Traxis took a bite of his breakfast. “Besides, I’d hate to lose my most ornery patient to something so mundane.”

The wry addition made Traxis chuckle, lifting his gaze back to the Sergeant’s with a sardonic tilt of his lips. “Too stubborn to-” Blaze’s gaze collided with his and he lost his train of thought; there was a frown on the flametrooper’s lips and his eyes were narrowed, full of suspicion as they darted deliberately from Traxis’ to the back of Coric’s head and back.

Deliberately, Blaze turned his head to speak with Coil, revealing a mark on his neck just at where his bodyglove stopped that was the right shape for Traxis’ teeth. The memory that rocketed back with the revelation that he’d marked Blaze was enough to completely destroy his train of thought.

“Too stubborn to…?”

Traxis forced himself to finish his statement after a glaring obvious pause and Coric’s prompting, looking back to the Medic-Sergeant and avoiding looking at Blaze. “-know when to die, sir.”

Coric regarded Traxis with a look that was knowing and compassionate, tilting his head fractionally to indicate the3 troopers behind him. “Something I should know about, Traxis?”

Swallowing a sip of his caf to loosen his throat, Traxis shook his head and averted his eyes. It was none of his Sergeant’s business what he and Blaze did so long as it didn’t affect their effectiveness in the Company. “No, sir.”

Coric shook his head. “A little bitch magnet never hurt, huh?” His words were faintly amused. “They let you try it on yet? Play with the wands? Check out their injectors?”

Traxis bit the inside of his cheek, feeling the burn starting to climb his neck inexplicably with the image that presented; trying Blaze on in particular, feeling mortified for the warmth he could feel staining his ears. “No sir. Not yet.”

“I can’t say I blame you for being interested, Traxis; it’s not every day can put your hands on that kind of hard– yes, Corporal?”

Coil came to attention from his at ease position near the end of the table. “My apologies for the interruption, sir,” he offered Coric with precise inflection, militarily deferential. “My duty roster states that I’m to report to you for a physical, sir.”

Coric frowned and Coil handed over a datapad. While Coric was examining the entry, Coil met Traxis’ gaze with a knowing smirk and a wink before his face became blank once more as Coric looked up, not seeming to notice how Traxis’ ears had gone from pink to red. “So it does, Corporal. My apologies, Traxis; duty calls.”

“Thanks Sarge.”

Coric nodded, standing to join Coil, pausing after a couple of steps before turning back. “And Traxis?”

“Sir?”

“See me later for something to alleviate the discomfort. Twelve hundred hours.”

“Yes sir.”

Traxis watching the door close on Coric and Coil before his gaze traveled back to Blaze, the only other trooper currently in the mess hall. Blaze beckoned him over. Traxis collected his mug and tray and pushed to his feet. Skirting the tables, he stepped up to where Blaze was sitting and paused.

“Good morning.”

Sliding the tray opposite Blaze, Traxis nodded to him. “’Morning.”

“Not a good one?” Blaze arched an eyebrow, a smile flirting about his lips knowingly. “Rough night?”

The levity in the question made Traxis want o glare at him, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to as he took his seat, his knees brushing Blaze’s, his lips kicking into a not-quite-smile that was more of a half smirk. His own tone was dry and he couldn’t resist throwing the tease back at the other man. “Should anyone know it better than you?”

Blaze’s smirk appeared briefly, his leg rubbing against Traxis’ under the table, his look knowing. “Like you didn’t enjoy it.”

Traxis wasn’t about to deny it and he grinned before turning his attention to his tray as he adjusted his seat to a more comfortable position.

Blaze reached over, placing his hand on Traxis’ drawing his gaze up. He was frowning when Traxis met his eyes. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

The question came out of left field and Traxis paused, staring at Blaze, feeling incredibly flattered that he was concerned enough to ask it took a heartbeat for him to react. Even if he had, he’d never admitted it, but Blaze hadn’t broken him, just bruised him a bit and it had been the most intense experience of his life to date. That on his mind, his response was gruff, almost curt – and Blaze, no doubt, saw right through it.

“No.”

“Good.” Blaze’s eyes flashed with satisfaction. “Hate to think I’d broken you.”

“Takes more than that to break me,” Traxis retorted. “Ask the Sarge.”

“Looks like you’re all cozy with him,” Blaze broached the subject as delicately as a sledgehammer, “what’d he want?”

Traxis took a sip of his caf. “He woke me when I didn’t report as per the schedule,” pinning Blaze with a look, Traxis arched his eyebrows. “Didn’t occur to you?”

With a shrug, Blaze reached for his own caf. “Your bunk’s half a barracks away; didn’t want to give the others reason to gossip. This thing between us is just that, Traxis; between us."

“Coil knew.”

“He suspects,” Blaze corrected him as he reached over to snick a breakfast supplement bar off Traxis’ tray. “I don’t intend on confirming, it do you?”

“If you didn’t tell him, how’d he know?”

“He was still awake when we arrived back at the barracks,” Blaze supplied easily, almost casually, slipping one hand under the table.

“What?” Traxis sat up straight, alarmed. “He saw us? He said something?”

“He mentioned it this morning in an aside.”

“Will he talk?”

“Ashamed of me, Traxis?” teased Blaze.

“Blaze. I don’t-”

“Relax, Traxis,” Blaze’s hand settled on his knee under the table, his long finger stretched half way up his thigh as he squeezed, thumb stroking deliberately along the inside of it. “I know more about Coil than he ever wants anyone to know; we’re even.”

Something within Traxis relaxed with the assurance, like a band around his chest. An intensely private person, more so after his injuries on Teth, he was relieved to know the whole of the Company wouldn’t be privy to his business. To their business. Traxis shifted in his seat, as much because of lingering discomforts as the hand Blaze was slowly inching towards his groin.

“I was too rough with you."

"Nothing I can't handle, Blaze," Traxis assured him, not wanting to seem weak in the other man's eyes. "

Shaking his head, Blaze took in Traxis with a critical eye and, with a final squeeze, straightened and removed his hand. “Tomorrow night then; unless you’re up for another," his tone was heavy with innuendo, "session?”

Traxis didn’t even hesitate. The hand upon his thigh had been knowing and deliberate; a promise of intent he was anxious to take advantage of. “The gym; same time tonight?”

Blaze nodded, his eyes shining with approval and anticipation.

“I’ll be there.”
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