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hausofanya · 13 days ago

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“you know, i should have asked if i could get free tickets.”

cléo sighs wistfully, sending the camera a pout before she shrugs one shoulder gracefully. “guess i really will have to fight a teenager for a good spot. get ready to defend your honor.”

“but enough of that. let’s find out next guest…ooh!”

cléo brightens as she spots someone off camera once again, beckoning the camera to follow her as she taps her shoulder lightly. “a moment of your time, please and thank you!”

“of course, of course. hi darling!” kaia turns to cléo with a gracious, warm smile, smoothing down the white silk of her gown with a practiced grace. “i’m hiiragi kaoru of hiraeth—though everyone here calls me kaia, the proclaimed princess of japan!” she laughs, her eyes sparkling with a playful glint when mentioning one of her titles.

“i’m also one of tonight’s hosts, though certainly not as beloved as our wonderful cléo here!” she adds with a hint of mischief, her warmth and excitement shining as she shares a quick, friendly look with the other.

“oh, stop,” cléo laughs, waving the other off with a bashful grin. “i’m really glad to see you here! you’re stunning—what are you wearing?”

“thank you, thank you! i’m wearing a custom-made pinkong gown,” she says, giving a graceful, slow twirl to show off the elegant dress, finishing with a light fluff of the bow tied around her neck. “isn't it lovely? i heard it's from their latest bridal collection, but they gave it a special twist just for me and tonight's event.”

“you were definitely someone muse in a past life, that’s for sure. if you’ll allow me to be nosy for a few minutes—what are three things you can’t live without?”

“my girls, obviously, but i suppose that’s a bit too obvious, isn’t it?” she says, tapping her finger thoughtfully against her chin. “so i’d say… my personal laptop— there’s so much in there, from music to very interesting photos i could totally use for blackmail,” she teases, scrunching her nose to show she’s joking.

“then, my favorite sunglasses—can’t go anywhere without them—and my charger, since my phone’s battery is always low.” she pauses, laughing, “in fact, i think it’s low as we speak! i was hit with a 20% message before coming here.”

“braver than the marines for that,” cléo gives another salute, “i start fidgeting when my battery is below 60 percent. on power saving mode. solid answers! anything mind blowing happen to you this year?”

kaia hums, pursing her glossy lips for a second or two. “does it matter if it’s not career related? and that it’s not as dramatic? because we spent this summer at poppy’s place in lake como, and…” cléo looks intrigued as kaia laughs, “i may have tokyo-drifted a boat a little too hard.”

cléo then snorts as kaia makes a playful swooping motion with her hand. “yvan almost became one with the fishies! luckily, nothing bad happened, but poppy says i’m officially banned from driving a boat ever again.”

“i’m sure it’s not that hard.. it’s kinda like mario kart, right?” kaia hides her smile as cléo inquires the camera as if asking for an answer. “i bet i could drive a boat, no problem.”

“now we know hiraeth was nominated for a bunch of awards collectively, to which—congrats! but i want to know how you feel about everyone else.”

“i fear you won’t get any drama from me tonight, dear. at least not tonight.” she pouts when cléo sighs dramatically, placing a hand on her chest before giggling. “i think everyone—us, my members, all the these incredible people, and… that man,” she adds with a playful cringe at the mention of the ‘villain,’ “—truly deserved their nominations. i’m excited to see who goes home with one, or maybe a handful of awards.”

“well! certain people definitely deserved their nominations. i can only hope the public crowns them as such.” cléo’s stare into the camera is relaxed but clearly pointed, rolling her eyes before going back to a causal smile. “but speaking of weirdos and degenerates and villains… what’s the weirdest thing someone has done to get your attention?”

“okay, so,” she nods, casually pushing a strand of hair behind her diamond-studded ear, “this isn’t really that weird, but it definitely is, because how the hell did they get my address—”

“i swear this has happened to everyone at least once.” cléo shakes her head, “it’s almost like artists are people who deserve basic human rights.”

“right? but there was this fan from a tiny little town in europe, i think? well, they sent me a giant box filled with this one mexican snack i mentioned loving the last time we were in mexico. they shipped it all the way from another country to my place. pretty weird, no?” she extends her gloved hand as if to emphasize her point, a playful expression on her face.

“the snacks were delicious, no doubt about it, but it was weird. and, yeah, you guessed it, i had to move out of there.”

“you’re better than me… i had a situation where someone wedged a spy cam into a cute plushie and now i no longer like that specific character anymore.” cléo huffs, “you guys are weird.” she then takes kaia’s hand in an attempt to lighten the mood, adding on, “i’m collecting idols for a collective group therapy session. you’ve been formally invited!”

as kaia laughs, cléo moves forward with the rest of her questions. “especially since everyone seems to have weird search histories. do you also have weird searches?”

she pauses at the question, something akin to hesitation playing on her face before her voice rings out firm yet teasing. “i googled poppy and i’s ship name.” she shrugs, a light laugh escaping her lips as cléo gasps a faint ooh! “look, i was on the hunt for this one picture i knew the shippers had because it’s one of our favorites, but none of us had it on hand, and we really wanted to see something.” she adds with a grin, raising a finger to tap against her temple. “word of advice: when in doubt, just lurk the shippers for a minute. no more. then, she mumbles awkwardly, “you find out a loooot of things there...”

kaia hums, nodding slowly. “well, i watched anime, and i wanted to be sailor moon,” she laughs, a twinkle lighting up her eyes at the mention of her favorite franchise. cléo nods with excited interest. “but wait—now that i’m thinking about it, saying that isn’t too far-fetched! we did have a sailor moon collab in one of our past eras, and there’s been talks about doing something fun again, so dreams really do come true, after all.”

quickly, she moves her index finger close to her lips, her expression shifting to one of mock seriousness. “but you didn’t hear that from me, okay?”

quickly, she straightens up, a gloved hand playfully tugging at the lace around her neck as she continues. “but i’ll be honest; acting has never really been on my mind.” she pauses, her brow furrowing in thought. “though, every time i watch moulin rouge—and this happens often, by the way—i can’t help but imagine myself as satine.” her smile brightens, a hint of excitement in her voice, “maybe one day?”

“rooting for you! moulin rouge is a gorgeous production. i saw it on broadway a few years ago and it changed my life.” cléo nods sagely, “i think it’s up there for me with chicago and kinky boots. hope you get the role!”

“and now… for my last question,” cléo’s brows raise as a cheeky smile spreads across her lips. “any relationship details you wanna spill? just for me? pretty please with angel wings?”

“oh nooooooo,” kaia mumbles, shaking her head with a playful grin as teasing tsk’s start escaping her lips. “i’m really sorry to disappoint, but there’s no one in my life. it’s just me, my pen, and my members.” she pouts dramatically, her expression exaggerated as if the revelation is a major letdown.

“i know it must be a bummer,” she adds sarcastically as cléo wilts, a hint of humor playing in her tone and expression, “i’m fully aware that i’m ‘shipped’ with half the industry—poppy included.” a sparkle of mischief flickers in her eyes at the mention of her bandmate, who often blushed whenever their pairing was brought up. “but yeah, no.”

clearing her throat, kaia straightens up, her demeanor transforming into one of elegant poise, a striking contrast to her earlier playful spirit. “what can i say? i’m very career-driven.” she shrugs with a radiant smile, embracing her dedication with a hint of pride in her eyes.

“aw. well thank you for indulging me,” cléo smiles as she waves her off, “and have a good rest of your night!”

when kaia leaves, cléo hums in thought. “kinky boots is such a good production. god bless musical theater and billy porter.”

you can find kaia at @almostyours ! thanks for joining the event !

#ahem. HEY SISTER GO SISTER SOUL SISTER FLOW SISTER 💃🏽#fictional idol community #fictional kpop community

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lizardleech-bogmummy · 5 months ago

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PLEASE REPORT ANY SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITY. IF THIS INDIVIDUAL IS SEEN, CONTACT THE AUTHORITIES, HE IS CONSIDERED ARMED AND DANGEROUS. BASIC INFORMATION IS AS FOLLOWS:

Date of Birth: Summer solstice, 2133

Birthplace: Tanta-Tai-Taiga, Diluvia (Taetrus)

Armament: Combat Knife, Emergency shield battery, Charger SMG, Brass-plated Left Prosthetic Arm

He is missing an arm, his fringe, parts of his mandibles. Heavy cracking, scarring, occasional tarnishing of plates. Most notable facial scarring is the crack to browplate (left) and a large partially exposed section on his beak from middle to cheekbone ridge (right), in addition to a horizontal knife scar on neck. Eyes are orange, plates are a tan-grey color as with skin.

Tbh maybe I should do the full write up on him... Big long fic...

Okay my boy Oberon, as of 2190 he's 57, and has spent most of that time poorly in various ways. Lovebird doctor turned soldier turned researcher and agent turned insurgent in cooperation with multiple separatist cells on Taetrus. Views himself as the having a duty towards a healthy ecosystem, looking at the political landscape as a forest that needs a protector. Definitely not arrogant.

(these pictures by noedenart on twitter, him with the twink but that's another story)

His life turned upside down during mandatory service on Shanxi that culminated in a seven days of torture and starvation by his human captors. He was eventually discovered by command and taken to a neutral field hospital that could treat him. Scarred mentally and physically, he managed to return home and found his husband had him declared dead to advance a political career. In exchange for his money, full custody, and a home far away from him, he left with his lab-grown son to Earth as the embassy's doctor- though, due to the heavy redaction on his data, the hierarchy viewed him as a potential asset. After a couple decades of cooperation, and plenty of extreme paranoia, he escapes with a ton of data after years of feeding information to separatist cells.

Now works to undo what he's done, with renewed belief that the Hierarchy must be pushed off Taetrus and eventually destroyed.

Also, his arm is a grenade, he's installed invasive life support systems in his body that allow him to temporarily kill himself (passing biometrics safely and seeming dead, allowing him to escape after the enemy lowered their guard) and his shield detonation (a la Andromeda turian soldier, me3 havoc trooper) allows him to break falls.

The full rundown hidden in here to save your a little bit of scrolling.

Oberon Gallus recounting events near the end of the Relay 314 Incident, 2157

Sleep was rough in the flying metal nest, but that's normal. Even after finishing his education, there was a lot of stress, especially considering he was now a ship doctor until a more qualified one can be allocated to the crew. Adjusting his armor one more time, he is interrupted by the ship comms. "Oberon Gallus, please report to the deployment deck."

The mission was simple, a squad taking out a dock so that the enemies can not drop supplies from orbit. They had demolitions, marines, infantry, and the ship doctor was brought as an emergency measure. The pack of turians is chipper, even if they were still their usual regimented selves. The mood was contagious, and Oberon wasn't in the least bit anxious even as he checked on his Predator pistol.

It wasn't until they were on the ground that the troubles began. The team had destroyed the docking area, preventing more reinforcements from arriving safely unless by land, a week's drive for them and a significant loss. Things weren't ideal still, there was a substantial retaliatory force closing in on the squad. There were not yet deaths on either side, and extraction was close.

The small ship was ready to leave, the crew clambering on to make it back to the safety of the frigate. Outnumbered, outgunned, it was their only hope for survival. Gallus was barely out of training, a researcher more than a soldier, with only a few distant years of military training patched up by rusty instincts. His broken nerve reflected just how inexperienced he was, mind racing faster than his feet.

I need to live, I need to do more, I need to see more, I need to help, thought the desperate soldier as he darted towards his way home. He broke the treeline, relieved, but they were not letting up, the enemy forces were still closing in. In these moments he felt small, his world felt small, to him the world was only the route to the shuttle.

He couldn't have expected the abrupt arrival of a stray bullet in his leg, likely a gun fired by accident- they couldn't even see him after all. It might have even been from one of the crew.

The lithe leg crumples, no longer able to support itself with the gaping hole in it. He tries to run but can't, he calls out for help but his squadmates keep running.

One looks him in the eyes, with either regret or indifference as the ship door closes. Oberon is still screaming for help, desperately calling to the departing ship.

The footsteps get closer, but more threateningly get slower. He hears the guttural yells of his assailants, and turns slowly. While before his fear was more generalized, it is now very much the opposite. He knows exactly what to be afraid of now.

They all stand around the young turian, and he is unsure of what to do. The creatures are still, in place for Gallus to examine them, and can only see in their eyes satisfaction at something to finally direct their own anger at.

The week is a haze, but he remembers acutely the fearful anticipation of being dragged back to their camp, the time he is questioned.

They grunt, they yell, they hold pictures and expect him to explain- the young turian is clueless, what little he can tell they ask despite the language barrier, he doesn't know.

When they still think he's holding out, they begin asking in the only way soldiers know to ask. The violence of it reminds him of turian culture.

His fringe is ripped out, cores and all during one questioning, though the leadup to the final break was a three minute affair. They elect to be less rough when they hear the unearthly screeching of a turian in agony, the ripping of connective tissue as the bony material uproots. One complains that his ears were ringing while Oberon goes into a state of semi-consciousness, his blood pooling in his cowl.

They give him water and food, but the food seems to impart no effect- his body is unable to process whatever he is being fed.

By the end of the next two days, his arm, untreated from an earlier session, was changing in color. The left was losing functionality at first from the breaking of segments of cuticle in addition to a partial fracture in his forearm, now it is festering. The infection is more than noticeable.

Each rotation becomes more of a stupor, tied down, tormented in the day, vision swimming. He begins to hallucinate after five days, seeing the wild beasts from his youth circling him, tents becoming trees, Orthrus diving to peck out his eyes. The captors reported they weren't able to get closer easily because he would claw at the site with his feet, flail wildly, moving his head to dodge nothing. Various animal calls could be heard quietly when they began, slowly rising in volume. The hallucinations heightened until all he could hear was the deafening shrieks of a forest.

After a 7th rotation, he saw three figures manifest. Two bleached turian skeletons with pale rotted flesh barely clinging to them. Between them, a mass covered from head to toe in moss and leaves, a shape like a person but all wrong. As they approach he feels time slow down, struggling against his bonds. Recognition flickers in that ancient part of his mind as kin, his late family whose deaths he witnessed.

"No, no no no! I'm sorry, I abandoned it all, I-"

They quickly interrupt, speaking in unison, the center figure with a voice of howling wind and creaking wood. "Abandoned? You have abandoned nothing, only placed yourself in that you would in the past oversee."

"But I lived far from nature, and now it comes to collect," Oberon protests, "I take but do not give."

"You live in nature as everyone else, only different in scope. A turian in a city is no more than a scurrying ant, what hubris lets you claim anything more? Do you stand on towers of mined metal and stone, then think yourself tall?"

He had no rebuttal for it. Again, they spoke.

"You never abandoned a post, only found a new ecosystem. This is your final reminder."

Now, only the middle one speaks, he struggles against his bonds, wildly kicking as the white figures flanking him restrain him.

"T h e n e x t t i m e I s e e y o u , l i t t l e

O B E R O N ,

y o u a r e r e l i e v e d o f y o u r p o s t a m o n g t h e l i v i n g ."

With that, his vision and mind went black.

He wakes up later in a white room, dimly lit, clean. He's got bandages on that he did not apply, in a strange room he's never seen. Panic sets in as both human and bareface turian nurses move in to restrain him. In his state of fear as they inject something into the softer base of his neck, he tries to punch one of them with his left hand, realizing no one is holding it down. Nothing happens.

Later he would find out that at the height of his delirium, a high ranking human in green came to inspect the site with some doctors robed in white, all of whom did not expect to find a tortured soldier. They came equipped to help their own, but found a POW in dire need of help instead.

The doctors brought him back to a facility where there were barefaced turians, doctors unaffiliated with the hierarchy that came to talk to the newly emerged humans, and to help them take care of any prisoners taken. Oberon's was not the most extensive healing needed, and by no means was he the only prisoner. He realized quickly that he had lost his left arm and his fringe, heavily wounded and scarred in both mind and body.

The next two months would be spent in the facility- contact had ended, and humans were recognized as newcomers to the milky way political arena, but he was still recovering. He talked to the doctors that helped him, old men and women that lost confidence in the Hierarchy, he spoke to humans now able to share information regardless of language with the updated translators. They would have to wear hoods or face away when they came into his makeshift room, to avoid sending him into a panic. He tried to understand why his crew would leave him, some of them soldiers he trained with and worked with in the years of bootcamp. None of it could be reconciled, but he was alive, and that was all that mattered at the time. It was not until he was able to get a ride back to Palaven that he learned, officially, he was dead.

Oberon spent much of the previous period trying to contact his family and his superior officers, many of the bareface doctors that helped him did the same. However, his omnitool was damaged and destroyed in the operation, the bareface transmissions blacklisted by Hierarchy command as 'separatist dissidents.' Eventually they had to call it quits, giving Oberon some credits, clothes, and a cheap prosthetic before sending him off. He finally made it back home after hitchhiking his way to the Citadel on human cargo ships, making direct contact with turian military personnel working in General Oraka's entourage. Finally back in contact, a military shuttle took the one-armed turian back to Taetrus and a new omnitool issued to him. Several attempts at contact failed, it took him getting to the house he once lived to find out that things were not going to go back to normal.

Upon his arrival, he learned a horrible truth. Glasfann successfully launched a political career from the 'death' of a young, beautiful turian, a doctor, one killed by the violent newcomers to the galaxy. Missing assumed dead, rising in ranks on the back of that.

Demanding recompense if not answers, the now-assistant to the Primarch explained simply to Oberon that he was more useful dead than alive right now in a climate where many want to impose restrictions on humans, and requested he leave.

Remembering his hallucinations, he sees not the love of his life, but an apex predator viciously climbing to the top of his ecosystem. No, a scavenger, chasing away the proud beast that hunted its prey. Not invasive, in fact a normal facet of it. He leaves as requested, wondering if it's even his place to care that something acted in its nature.

Lost, betrayed, unsure of what to do next, he made a discreet call for one final favor. One that was given. Oberon gained custody of Robyn and a stable job in his field, those would be the price of his silence. In a disgusting show of ambition, he got both.

Going first to retrieve Robyn from the medical lab he once worked in, he on the way stopped by a place that redid markings. He had his sanded off before he went in, to his former colleagues it was a suspicious addition to his now frightening visage. To him, it was the turning of a new page. To the runt that he called his son, eyes still not opened, it was nothing and would only be his father.

Oberon and Robyn would spend a time next with his parents, now in a retirement community known for exceptional therapies, while he waited for the job. It was a three month period, Robyn himself only a few weeks out of the lab when it happened. Oberon didn't know it, but Robyn recognized Oberon's voice the moment he heard it, the one that spoke to him through the glass to him before he even emerged from the artificial womb. It wouldn't take long as the scarred father found for him to recognize him by sight, smell, feel as well. Oberon kept him in his cowl for many therapy sessions to his delight, his parents wishing they could see the son and grandson more often but not minding what they saw as a bond that could heal him far better than any doctor could.

The therapies physical and psychological helped substantially, and he was fitted for a prosthetic arm while he was there. He was worried what the future held, especially for Robyn. In the midst of this was a wandering mind, pondering the implications of those hallucinations. If the city is an ecosystem and turians only a part of it, what does that mean? If all are but wild creatures, why did the bareface turians help him? What is its logical extreme?

Whether it was calculated or simply the most available position, Oberon was given his new work, medical research is how it was described, but heavily classified. As a cover job, he was placed on earth as the on-staff doctor for their embassy. Not in any position to turn it down, he accepted. He didn't mind too much, as he found the position came with quite a bit of flexibility. His real work classified, it came with them wanting to keep Oberon out of the limelight. They preferred he didn't wander outside the embassy, he didn't want to go into a crowded human city. They wanted him to avoid populated areas, he wanted to visit nature and explore the exotic locale with his boy.

It wasn't until Robyn began going to preschool that he received his first assignment. He was given a small lab in the underground of the embassy that he could work on, and his project was a small thing, something that was going to be getting joint approval from both Hierarchy and Systems Alliance. To begin with, his duty was the creation of a ration that could be consumed by both turian and human, something that could be consumed regardless of chirality and have the energy to make up for the lack of proteins. Simple enough idea, difficult execution.

After the year it took during Robyn's time at school, a place he was unable to visit for the most part, he was given another assignment, this time more sinister, again with joint approval. Assistance with a bioweapon to be deployed against the nigh unkillable Vor'cha. He demanded an explanation from his commanding officers, and was given the simple explanation that it doesn't matter. The Hierarchy wants to create precedent for future cooperation between humans and turians, and a weapon is the perfect way for this moment where the Vor'cha set eyes on more planets.

Oberon is disgusted by the explanation before finally he realizes that the Hierarchy is no different from anything else, the very concept of a government is also a creature struggling for survival. Deciding to settle with this new forest as his prowling ground, Oberon finally agrees, willing to do whatever it takes to maintain these woods. If his place in nature is as a tool, then a tool he will be.

His role as a tool for the Hierarchy would see him again using a gun, as begrudgingly as it was. It saw his cowardice becoming his greatest ally as he fled various operations successful and unsuccessful. It saw adaptations that pushed the boundaries of what should exist in the first place.

The things he did began to sit wrong with him. Robyn, now five, wouldn't quite understand what it was Oberon drank when he thought Robyn was asleep. Oberon needed it for his nerves, he needed it to lower his guard so he could sleep.

It was eventually that he was moved out of the lab, given two to three trips once a month with the rest done remotely, even going abroad for up to eleven days. Often working with a small team as the 'lab director.' He still spent most of his time as an on-site doctor, but he began to do things he would regret. Things that saying no could get him or others hurt. Things that Robyn could never know. The joy of seeing Robyn grow up kept him going, somehow. It kept him hoping for a better future. He sent Robyn on camping trips with humans, taught him about survival in an effort to give him what he was given.

In this time he started a habit of outfitting his prosthetic with a grenade, a habit that would save his life many times over- few, after all, would be dumb enough to have one built in and powering their arm, so few as a result would suspect it to be used. The increasingly classified work saw his paranoia rise, heavily modifying his body in secret for threats that may never come. Halfhazard life support systems, heavily invasive tech that could even intravenously add blood to his organs and arteries alike. These were quite often shoved into his body by his own hand from behind cover, his body practically held together by zipties and duct tape. He even modded one so that it could temporarily shut off function of his brain and heart, an attempt to play dead that had the most terrifying field test of his life. The precautions he made, the things he did were off the books, fearing someone else knowing when they came to assassinate him. He knew he was a tool of something in a state of nature, and therefore that anything could end up being used against him.

During one project, he was able to make contact with a separatist group. Sent to infiltrate and sabotage their medical tech, Oberon's guard was lowered by the trust they ended up placing in him. He learned with heavy heart about how the FTL ship ramming that killed so many on his home planet of Taetrus was very likely a false flag, and how much harm the projects he was working on caused in a much more personal sense.

He was being given a map that described Hierarchy borders and influence, seeing a side of it he hadn't before. The image he was showed was comparable not just to a beast, but an invasive one only held back by similarly invasive creatures. They grew far past their starting place, nipping young cultural buds to feed their hunger and grease the wheels of industry with blood. Oberon saw the Orthrus that killed a herd's young, and realized suddenly that he was one of its talons.

A confession to the separatists paired with his decision to begin seeding information to them, feeding research data and operative movements to them as he continued working for the Hierarchy. Even before Robyn moved out to get higher education, he found that Hierarchy operatives were onto him. He ramped it up, believing he had little time, had to make sure that if they caught him it was while Robyn was abroad. He had the great misfortune, however, that they would attempt to attack after that time, on his son's wedding day while he was in grad school.

The gunshot is what woke him up. He was used to being shot, but not in his bedroom. The door is usually locked, he figured it out as soon as he saw the copy of his ID badge on the other's hip as he recoiled at the pain. A turian operative stood over him, face concealed as he fired two more into his target. All three went into the left side of his chest, coming out in his bed, blue blood splattering across the suit he was going to wear to Robyn's wedding. The turian's organs were already repairing as he set off one of the stimulant grenades he embedded in himself, a cocktail of combat drugs and hormones flooding his body. The turian agent wouldn't see anything after that, the blood-soaked blanket was thrown into his face, he reached for his knife only to find it wasn't on his hip. The silenced carnifex kicks back as its owner fires another shot, it would be the last. The assassin's warbling squawk of pain reports the moment his knife is returned to him, sinking into his stomach with Oberon's hand twisting in his gut.

Oberon had prepared for this day, he was quick to strip as he went down into his lab, an airtight basement in which he activated a protocol to evacuate all the air. No time was wasted, blood was intravenously added into his bloodstream as medigel worked quickly to plug the holes in his body (only moments before before his organs could be sucked out of it into the vacuum). Thinking fast and acting faster he shattered a few vials in the vents of the airless environment to ensure anyone that brought air back in would find themselves struck down by one of the many bioweapons he was made to engineer. It was a short trip to the other side of the room, where he entered the next airlocked room, a freezer. The hole in the floor linked up with a sewer, his bag of supplies that he had slowly smuggled in the contents of was inside. He was out of the city within hours riding a stolen boat, soon stowing away on (and collapsing in the cargo hold of) an amphibious barge on its way into orbit. The operatives that were sent to subdue him failed to find out he had an escape planned in time, they had assumed he was planning on barricading in the room and fighting them off. They lost two men trying to enter the room before they found the hole he escaped through.

In the leadup to 2185, Oberon was moving system to system trying to take down various outfits he once worked for, all the while hounded by bounty hunters and assassins. He was pronounced a war criminal and separatist, regarded on all his postings as 'highly dangerous,' many referred to him as a terrorist. Despite the title though, he killed very few in this time. He was a defector with little more than his gun, and, to put it lightly several truckloads of compact explosives supplied by other defectors. The occasional bounty hunter would die, of course. He'd warn them the building was about to explode, they'd go in anyway hoping to catch him. One slipped on a banana peel and hit his head on the corner of a coffee table. He feels guilty for laughing at that one. One time a guard shot a friend by accident. All the while, Oberon did what he did best, he ran. He runs in, sets explosives he got from a drop point, he runs out. Detonates when everyone's gone home, destroying the essential functions of the facility. Whenever someone decides to chase the bounty of Oberon, he ran.

He got incredibly proficient at the theatrics of faking his own death, learning just the right time to detonate his shields and break his fall, just the right time to disable his organ functions. He became a career killer for assassins because of his tendency to be alive the day after his death. One particular assassin was bragging on a video call only for him to walk behind the man in a grocery store wearing a bathrobe while he looked for vodka and half and half.

Recordings on file, now redacted. Segments of recordings pulled from nearby Omnitools and listening devices.

"Mom, that was so mean! Making me walk all the way back in the snow with that Orthrus. Can you help me clean it for the grill? Spirits mom, you don't have to save all the feathers, I know it's my first hunt on my own but-heh, thanks mommy."

“That’s the thirteenth example of abiogenesis, in just a few systems, one of them even on a gas planet and failed star. That being the case, why is the galaxy so empty? This field data combined with other datasets paints the picture of a much more lively galaxy. I can’t help but wonder why there isn’t more.”

"Waitwaitwait don't go! Don't, don't leave me here, please! I- oh. Oh no. Hello, uh, humans? This translator on, or...?"

"There he is! My little goblin! Come on, arms up, you're going into my cowl! Yeah, mom, we're heading to earth now. I'm… not sure how to feel about it. But it's steady work. Robyn might be the first kid to go there. He'll be fine, he's a curious kid. Real kind. It's me I'm worried about."

"Do you see that Robyn? That is a boar. They're wild, frenzied. You must not disturb them, especially in these cold months. Unless you plan on killing it, and if we do we can clean it and prepare it for the meal. No, we can't eat it, earth meat will hurt us. We're making this for your friends at school."

“Fuck, stop for a second- Oh, hey hey boss man, what’s going on? What did you need a vidcall for? What do you mean, of course everything is going fine, I’m just, uh, visiting someone while I have the spare time. What, what are you talking about, Lorik and I were just, uh, sparring. Yeah, uh. Thought we didn’t need shirts. And, uh, his pants must have, uh, fallen off. Listen, we’re getting off-subject, Julius. My cultures won’t be ready until about two more days in your time, so can you call me then? Spirits, get off my case. I’ll be off Noveria in a week, tops.”

“I don’t want to work in this anymore. I’m, I’m afraid, this isn’t research anymore, this is wrong. Yes, Robyn did just get his driver's license, I'm very proud of him, why do you… oh, you son of a- Here, I’ll, I’ll stay. I’m sorry, it won’t come up again.”

“--all of the data, lost, gone. I’m in pursuit, they’re not getting far until they make it to their ship-- FUCK there goes my spur-- oh god, this one’s barely an adult, they gave him a gun before even a turian would-- remaining arm losing blood fast. Had to use prosthesis to disengage. Requesting extraction, medical team, and a new prosthetic.

"Of course this isn't good. It doesn't matter. The Hierarchy and humans both ripped part of me away, and gave me back nothing in return. Still, what am I to them? An ant at best? If they chose to discard me as a tool, I accept it. If they choose to use me, I accept that too. It isn't fate, it is the way of things."

“Cerberus was here today. I never feel as guilty taking them out, but I should. That bothers me. They were after our data, we were close to the implementation stage. Would have increased the stress and heat limitations of muscles in turians, allowing greater levels of exertion. ‘Humanity first,’ I guess. What a bunch of assholes."

"Robyn, it's your first day at university, I can't tell what's crazier, that you grew up so fast or that you barely grew! Ow, ow, okay, sorry! I had to make the joke. Get out there y'little goblin, show this world what a scientist looks like. Or just show me. Or no one. Just, don't forget, the important thing is that you're happy."

“Fringe regrowth, they wanted help implementing but I thought I’d volunteer for trials. Of course it didn’t work, or I’d be on a vid all, and I'd be fucking happy. Yeah, apparently the reason it’s classified is the fact we had started developing some fancy AI to do it, but really long as you keep ‘em in check and shut them down before they display sentience it should be fine. What, what do you mean you’re on an open channel, fuck-”

“Hey, Obey Ron Kenobi here, just giving you an update. Okay, stop laughing, it’s not that funny. Yeah, anyway, the chemical is working fine. If put in water supply at the correct dilution, it increases the brittleness and reduces hardness of calcium-based biomineralized structures. Yes, it works on humans, we’ve been testing on rats for months now and it works. Why won't it work on humans. Yeah, yeah, I need to go, there’s a few tweaks in the report to make. You’re, you’re not recording this right?”

"Winter solstice, Noveria. 2178. Whole facility was ready to put up a fight, I gave one back. I was told to just get the research they had there, given a lot more firepower than usual. There were a lot of Krogan researchers there, I didn't know why. It wasn't until I reached the end that I found out what they were working on. Genophage research. They weren't that close, but they were making visible progress. Weren't even trying to destroy the genophage, just mitigate it. If they succeeded, Krogan would lose the stillbirths and sterility without gaining back old clutches. More of a workaround than a cure, really, I understood then why they didn’t tell me what it was. When I brought back the research, they just destroyed it personally. I… I struggle to see what we had to gain from that."

"I said before if I was only a tool, I didn't mind, but… that was wrong. They took almost everything from me, and though they will kill me I have decided I will no longer be used by them. If I'm a tool at their disposal, let's see just how easily they can dispose of me."

"Oberon to Enyojo, facility disabled. I was able to destroy its foundations and the data enough it will be too expensive to continue, they are in pursuit however. Send a shuttle, I- what do you mean when? I need it now! Okay, I can try and hide for a few days, fucker."

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"We have the standard 6 ft. Fence in the backyard, and a few months Ago, I heard about burglaries increasing drmatically in the entire City. To make sure this never happened to me, I got an electric Fence and ran a single wire along the top of the fence.

Actually, I got the bggest cattle charger Tractor Supply had, made For 26 miles of fence. I then used an 8 ft. Long ground rod, and Drove it 7.5 feet into the grund. The ground rod is the key, with The more you have in the ground, the better the fence works.

One day I'm mowing the back yard with my cheapo Wal-Mart 6 hp big Wheel push mower. The hot wire is broken and laying out in the Yard. I knew for a fact that I unplugged the charger. I pushed the Mower around the wire and reached down to grab it, to throw it out of The way.

It seems as though I hadn't remembered to unplug it after all.

Now I'm standing there, I've got the running lawnmower in my right Hand and the 1.7 giga-volt fence wire in the other hand. Keep in Mind the charger is about the size of a marine battery and has a Picture of an upside down cow on fire on the cover.

Time stood still.

The first thing I notice is my pecker trying to climb up the front Side of my body. My ears curled downwards and I could feel the Lawnmower ignition firing in the backside of my brain. Every time That Briggs & Stratton rolled over, I could feel the spark in my Head. I was literally one with the engine.

It seems as though the fence charger and the piece of shit lawnmower Were fighting over who would control my electrical impulses.

Science says you cannot crap, pee, and vomit at the same time. I beg To differ. Not only did I do all three at once, but my bowels Emptied 3 different times in less than half of a second. It was a Matrix kind of bowel movement, where time is creeping along and You're all leaned back and BAM BAM BAM you just crap your pants 3 Times. It seemed like there were minutes in between but in reality It was so close together it was like exhaust pulses from a big block Chevy turning 8 grand.

At this point I'm about 30 minutes (maybe 2 seconds) into holding Onto the fence wire. My hand is wrapped around the wire palm down so I can't let go. I grew up on a farm so I know all about electric Fences ... But Dad always had those piece of shit chargers made by Intrnational or whoever that were like 9 volts and just kinda tickled.

This one I could not let go of. The 8 foot long ground rod is now Accepting signals from me through the permadamp Ark-La-Tex river Bottom soil. At this point I'm thinking I'm going to have to just Man up and take it, until the lawnmower runs out of gas.

'Damn!,' I think, as I remember I just filled the tank!

Now the lawnmower is starting to run rough. It has settled into a Loping run pattrn as if it had some kind of big lawnmower race cam In it. Covered in poop, pee, and with my vomit on my chest I think 'Oh God please die ... Pleeeeaze die'. But nooooo, it settles into The rough lumpy cam idle nicely and remains there, like a big bore Roller cam EFI motor waiting for the go command from its owner's Right foot.

So here I am in the middle of July, 104 degrees, 80% humidity, Standing in my own backyard, begging God to kill me. God did not Take me that day ... He left me there covered in my own fluids to Writhe in the misery my own stupidity had created.

I honestly don't know how I got loose from the wire ...

I woke up laying on the ground hours later. The lawnmower was beside Me, out of gas. It was later on in the day and I was sunburned.

There were two large dead grass spots where I had been standing, and Then another long skinny dead spot where the wire had laid while I Was on the ground still holdng on to it. I assume I finally had a Seizure and in the resulting thrashing had somehow let go of the wire.

Upon waking from my electrically induced sleep I realized a few things:

1 - Three of my teeth seem to have melted.

2 - I now have cramps in the bottoms of my feet and my right butt cheek (not the left, just the right).

3 - Poop, pee, and vomit when all mixed together, do not smell as bad as you might think.

4 - My left eye will not open.

5 - My right eye will not close.

6 - The lawnmower runs like a sumbitch now. Seriously! I think our little sesion cleared out some carbon fouling or somthing, because it was better than new after that.

7 - My nuts are still smaller than average yet they are almost a foot long.

8 - I can turn on the TV in the game room by farting while thinking of the number 4 (still don't understand this???).

That day changed my life. I now have a newfound respect for things.

I don't care what type of humor you like this is funny

I appreciate the little things more, and now I always triple check to make sure the fence is unplugged before I mow.

The good news, is that if a burglar does try to come over the fence, I can clearly visualize what my security system will do to him, and THAT gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling all over, which also reminds me to triple check before I mow.

Credit Goes To The Respective Owner"

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batterybench · 1 year ago

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24V Battery Chargers au

Battery Bench specialises in tools to maintain lead acid batteries, with technology from world leader Pulsetech Products we have a range of products to suit your requirements. Patented Pulse Technology can extend battery life up to 5 times longer. Being the sole distributor for Pulsetech since 1996 in the Australian region we understand how to extend the life of your batteries. For use on all lead acid batteries including automotive, marine, agriculture, motorbikes, motorhomes, caravans and trucking.

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cerwinvegamobile · 1 year ago

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The ultimate companion for your Party On-The-Go, or just to chill out anywhere, anytime! Introducing the Cooler Box with Marine Speakers, Bluetooth Streaming, Phone Charger, 10hr Battery, and Waterproof Design. Stay hydrated and enjoy the journey!

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8D Battery: Dimensions, Price, Weight and Specifications

If you’re in Calgary, Alberta, and looking for reliable power solutions for large vehicles like RVs, Boats, Buses, Excavators, or heavy-duty trucks, you've likely come across the term "8D battery." At Batteries Store, we specialize in high-performance battery and charger solutions designed to keep your vehicles and equipment running smoothly. Let's explore everything you need to know about 8D batteries, including their dimensions, price, weight, specifications, and more.

What is an 8D Battery?

An 8D battery is a large, deep-cycle battery widely used in marine, RV, and commercial applications. These batteries are known for their substantial capacity and durability, making them ideal for powering equipment that demands consistent, high-output energy. Unlike smaller automotive batteries, which are primarily designed for starting engines, 8D batteries are engineered for deep cycling, which means they can discharge and recharge without losing performance.

Key Benefits of an 8D Battery

High Capacity: Provides significant power for high-energy demands.

Durability: Built for deep cycling, making it ideal for prolonged use.

Versatile Applications: Commonly used in marine, RV, and commercial setups.

Extended Lifespan: With proper maintenance, 8D batteries can last many years, especially the newer lithium models.

Dimensions of an 8D Battery

When selecting an 8D battery, it's crucial to consider its size to ensure it fits within your intended setup.

Typical Dimensions: Approximately 20.75 inches in length, 11 inches in width, and 10 inches in height. (20.75”x11”x10” - LxWx H).

Weight Considerations: 8D batteries are heavy, typically weighing between 125 to 180 pounds depending on the type (AGM, gel, or lithium). This weight makes them more challenging to handle but also highlights their substantial power capacity.

These dimensions make the 8D battery physically large, so measuring available space in your RV, boat, or truck compartment is essential before purchasing. Interesting Isn't it?

Continue reading from here: 8D Battery: Dimensions, Price, Weight and Specifications

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twoguysandaride · 12 days ago

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Vivid full-color displays provide all the information you need to enjoy your boating adventures, including range estimates and an up-to-the-second battery life meter that let you explore with confidence. They’re optimized for easy viewing in all light conditions.

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ledadvantage · 5 months ago

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Marine Battery Charger System

ProSport Generation 3 On-Board Marine Battery Chargers incorporate all-digital microprocessor control. Like no other, the new ProSport Series provides automatic installation feedback with its exclusive "System Check OK" and individual "Battery Bank Trouble" LED indicators, and also has the most advanced energy saving mode. After fully charging and conditioning batteries, ProSport's Energy Saver Mode will monitor and Auto Maintain batteries only when needed to maintain a full state of charge, resulting in maximum reserve power performance and lower AC power consumption and operating costs. Marine Battery Charger System

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aerospace12 · 17 days ago

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Modern Yachts Demand Modern Power: Why USB-C Chargers Are Essential At Sea

The evolution of technology has reached new heights, and luxury yachts are not left behind in the pursuit of cutting-edge advancements. These sophisticated vessels now come equipped with state-of-the-art navigation, communication, and entertainment systems that require efficient, high-speed power solutions. USB-C chargers have emerged as a pivotal upgrade for yachts, providing fast, reliable power essential for life on the water. Whether for communication tools, navigation devices, or personal electronics, USB-C technology has become indispensable.

The Rise of USB-C: Transforming Power Needs on the Open Sea

In recent years, USB-C has revolutionized power and data transfer across various industries, including marine electronics. Unlike traditional USB ports, USB-C offers a compact and reversible design with impressive charging capabilities, making it a perfect fit for the modern yacht's power needs. As yacht owners and operators rely on more power-intensive devices, the need for efficient charging systems like Skydock USB C devices has grown. This new technology not only enhances convenience but also meets updated EU regulations aimed at reducing e-waste and encouraging sustainable practices.

Beyond Convenience: The Practical Benefits of USB-C on Modern Yachts

USB-C's advantages go beyond simple power delivery. It's a versatile solution for marine environments where space and durability matter. Traditional USB-A or 110 AC power outlets have proven inefficient and often fail to meet the demands of today's high-powered devices. USB-C, particularly with devices like the skydock USB device, provides higher power output, enabling it to charge multiple devices simultaneously and maintain energy efficiency. This not only reduces the clutter of power adapters but also helps conserve limited onboard resources like battery power, which is crucial on extended journeys at sea.

Seamless Power for Navigation and Communication Devices

For yachts, consistent and reliable power is a must for critical systems such as navigation and communication. USB-C technology ensures that GPS devices, communication radios, and digital radar systems stay operational with minimal downtime. The SkyDock Pro USB C series, offering up to 100 watts per port with USB-PD technology, can seamlessly support these vital devices. Its intelligent voltage output adjusts to meet the specific requirements of each connected device, guaranteeing an optimized and fast charge, which is essential when unexpected weather or navigation changes require swift responses.

Safety First: Why Reliable Power is Critical for Marine Electronics

Reliable power isn't merely a matter of convenience; it's a matter of safety. For marine operations, unpredictable power failures can lead to communication blackouts or navigation inaccuracies, jeopardizing the safety of the vessel and its passengers. High-powered USB-C chargers like the SkyDock Pro USB C help mitigate these risks by providing stable and quick power delivery. In critical situations, dependable USB-C power enables immediate access to emergency systems and high-powered radios. Safety equipment, which increasingly includes USB-powered devices, benefits greatly from the increased power and stability of modern USB-C chargers.

Finding the Right Device for Your Yacht

For yacht owners looking to modernize their vessels, choosing the right USB-C device is crucial. Aerospace Devices Inc. offers reliable and robust solutions, serving yachts, aircraft, helicopters, and more. Their SkyDock Pro USB C Single/Dual 100-Watt chargers stand out as one of the fastest, most efficient options available. This cutting-edge device delivers up to 100 watts per port, making it ideal for yachts with high power demands. Compliant with the new EU PED regulations, these chargers not only provide efficient energy but also align with eco-friendly standards aimed at reducing electronic waste.

The SkyDock Pro USB C charger utilizes USB-PD technology, delivering up to seven times more power than traditional USB-A ports. With this technology, yachts can phase out outdated, less efficient power sources and enjoy faster, more sustainable charging options.

Conclusion

In the world of luxury yachts, modern power solutions like USB-C are no longer optional; they're essential. With devices such as the SkyDock USB C chargers from Aerospace Devices Inc., yacht owners can embrace efficient, high-powered charging that not only meets their practical needs but also aligns with sustainable practices. For any vessel looking to keep pace with technology, adopting USB-C is a vital upgrade, ensuring that yachts remain prepared for the demands of the open sea and beyond.

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Maximizing Solar Efficiency and Battery Performance

As more people embrace solar energy, optimizing energy capture and storage has become essential for maximizing the benefits of solar installations. One crucial component in this effort is the Solar MPPT (Maximum Power Point Tracking) charger. MPPT solar chargers are advanced charge controllers that intelligently adjust the energy captured by solar panels to provide the most efficient charging for batteries, enabling users to make the most out of their solar power systems.

Solar Mppt Chargers

What is an MPPT Charger?

A Solar MPPT charger is a type of charge controller that regulates the current flowing from solar panels to batteries while continuously tracking and adjusting to the maximum power point (MPP) of the solar array. The MPP is the sweet spot where the panel's voltage and current combine to produce the maximum possible power output. By locking onto this point, MPPT chargers ensure optimal energy transfer, especially in varying weather conditions or when sunlight intensity changes throughout the day.

Solar Mppt Chargers

How Does MPPT Technology Work?

The MPPT algorithm constantly adjusts the panel's operating voltage to match the battery's charging needs, allowing the system to draw as much power as possible. Here’s how it works in a typical setup:

Voltage Matching: MPPT controllers match the panel’s output voltage to the battery's optimal charging level. For example, a 12V battery may receive charge from a panel producing 18V, with the MPPT charger adjusting the voltage to align with the battery’s requirements.

Tracking and Adapting: As sunlight conditions change, the MPPT algorithm adjusts the charging parameters, preventing power loss from voltage mismatch and maximizing efficiency in different lighting conditions.

Maximized Output: By consistently adapting to the MPP, the charger draws peak power from the panels, optimizing performance even in low-light conditions.

Benefits of Using an MPPT Charger

MPPT chargers offer several advantages over traditional charge controllers, such as PWM (Pulse Width Modulation) controllers, particularly for larger and more complex solar setups:

Increased Efficiency: MPPT chargers are known to be up to 30% more efficient than PWM controllers, especially in variable sunlight. This increased efficiency results in more energy stored in the battery and more extended usage.

Faster Charging: By operating at the MPP, MPPT chargers deliver higher current to the batteries, allowing them to charge more quickly and fully. This is beneficial for those who rely on solar for daily energy needs, like off-grid homes or RV users.

Improved Low-Light Performance: MPPT chargers excel in low-light conditions, such as cloudy or partially shaded environments, making them ideal for installations in areas with less consistent sunlight.

Optimized Battery Health: MPPT chargers provide regulated charging to batteries, protecting them from overcharging or undercharging. By charging batteries more efficiently and consistently, these controllers can extend battery life and maintain overall system performance.

Applications of Solar MPPT Chargers

Solar MPPT chargers are versatile and suitable for a range of applications, from residential and commercial setups to mobile and remote installations:

Residential and Commercial Solar Systems: MPPT chargers are ideal for large-scale solar installations, where efficiency is essential to maximizing return on investment. By optimizing power output, they ensure solar systems can meet a significant portion of daily energy needs.

Off-Grid and Remote Locations: For off-grid homes, cabins, and remote areas without grid access, MPPT chargers make it possible to store energy efficiently and power appliances, lighting, and other devices reliably.

Recreational Vehicles (RVs) and Marine: MPPT chargers are popular in RVs, boats, and other mobile setups due to their compact size, durability, and high efficiency. They help travelers maintain power on the go, even in changing weather conditions.

Battery Backup Systems: Hybrid systems that combine solar power with battery storage benefit from MPPT chargers, as they can optimize charging and prevent battery degradation over time.

MPPT vs. PWM Chargers

While both MPPT and PWM charge controllers manage energy flow to batteries, they differ significantly in how they operate. PWM (Pulse Width Modulation) controllers switch between full on and off states, controlling the flow without adjusting to the maximum power point. This leads to energy losses, especially in less-than-optimal sunlight conditions. MPPT chargers, on the other hand, actively track and adjust to the best operating point, making them up to 30% more efficient. For larger or high-demand solar systems, the investment in an MPPT charger is often well worth the increased efficiency and performance.

Key Factors in Choosing an MPPT Charger

When selecting an MPPT charger for your solar system, consider these factors:

Voltage and Current Ratings: Choose an MPPT charger compatible with your solar panel array and battery bank voltage. Most chargers come with ratings for 12V, 24V, and 48V systems.

Power Requirements: Calculate the energy needs of your application to determine the capacity you need from the MPPT charger.

Efficiency and Quality: Look for high-quality, reliable brands with good efficiency ratings and advanced features like remote monitoring for easy tracking of performance.

Environmental Durability: For outdoor or mobile applications, choose a charger with durable, weather-resistant construction.

Future Trends in MPPT Technology

MPPT chargers are evolving with advancements in smart technology, such as remote monitoring, enhanced MPP tracking algorithms, and integration with smart grid systems. Additionally, the combination of MPPT technology with AI-driven analytics is paving the way for solar systems that can adapt more intelligently to environmental factors. These trends are driving the next generation of solar power systems, making renewable energy even more accessible, efficient, and sustainable.

Conclusion: Unlocking Solar Potential with MPPT Chargers

Solar MPPT chargers are a critical component for anyone looking to maximize the performance and efficiency of their solar energy system. By dynamically tracking and adjusting to the maximum power point, MPPT chargers offer superior energy conversion, faster charging, and enhanced battery life. As solar adoption continues to grow, MPPT chargers are positioned to play an essential role in advancing clean energy systems, enabling people to harness the full potential of solar power for a greener, more sustainable future.

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