As a Terran Liberator materialized around 800 meters away from the Ravager, the bridge crew of the pirate ship, despite already being given a heads-up about the Terran vessel, were still caught off guard. A few attendants stationed at the scanner arrays were the first to conclude that the ship, despite only being 75 meters long and smaller than the Ravager, was actually a dedicated combat vessel. Judging from the appearance alone, its armor and weapon systems were unlikely to be the product of crude modifications. In a real fight, the vessel would likely be able to overpower the Ravager.
The first thought that popped into the head of these crew members was…why? Why would these people bother with taking over their pirate group and their pathetic ship when they had real warships at their disposal? Maybe their new leader, the young woman whose name most of the pirates didn't know, was a princess of some powerful faction and was just having fun in this region? And maybe whenever she ran into trouble she would simply call in reinforcements from whatever faction she came from?
This was a haunting thought. So many of the White Tigress had died when the Tigress was taken over and by the look of things the bloodshed would only continue. If all of this was nothing more than a cruel game…
The idea of a rich girl playing with battles and warships was a little off-putting, even to these pirates, but if anything it only made them make up their minds to support Athena with whatever she did. If she truly had such a powerful background, then remaining loyal to her would clearly be the best decision for them. After all, individuals in their line of work hardly cared about morals or ethics.
Athena had no idea some members of the White Tigress were imagining her to be a sadistic psychopath or the fact that it actually made them more loyal to her. After deploying the Liberator, Athena closed her eyes and took over the body of one of the crews on the Terran missile frigate.
“Thank the Xel’naga…finally a female avatar!” The first thing she did was look down on her new temporary body. Even with the uniform on, she could tell this was a woman. The Medivacs, the Liberators, and the Banshees all had female pilots. This meant her days of walking around with a marine or a marauder as an avatar were over. It was honestly a huge relief for her.
She quickly looked around the cockpit of the Liberator. From the outside, the cockpit looked tiny compared to the rest of the Liberator, but it was still big enough to comfortably fit half a dozen crew needed to operate the various systems aboard the Terran vessel. There were more crew on the vessel outside of the cockpit. Like the woman Athena was using as her avatar, the others in the room were all women.
Athena’s eyes quickly glanced across a number of intricate computer terminals whose purposes she didn't understand. Luckily, it seemed like the women in front of the terminals were much more knowledgeable than her.
“Commander, I am Commodore Greenfield.” A female voice caught Athena’s attention. She turned around and saw a woman with red hair dressed in a pilot’s uniform. She was wearing a headset and a green cap. “I am seeing a number of Vikings retreating toward our position and a larger number of fighters in pursuit. Are the pursuing fighters our targets?”
“They are.” Athena nodded. “Can your ship take care of them?”
“I am receiving data about these fighters from Vikings…they have shields, but they are still quite fragile. Their weapon systems are unlikely to threaten this ship.” Commodore Greenfield replied as she clicked a few keys on the terminal before her. She turned to Athena once again. “Calculations suggest we will make short work of them. Permission to assume command of the battle?”
“Go for it.”
Commodore Greenfield turned back to the terminal once again. Her fingers tapped her headset as order after order left her mouth. Some were given to the Viking pilots, who the commodore outranked. Others were directed at her own crew both in and out of the cockpit. Almost everyone else in the cockpit sprung into action, and it didn't take long before the chamber was filled with the sound of reports and confirmations.
“Lexington rockets online!”
“Reorienting the vessel...direction locked. Engines to maximum power!”
“All pursuing fighters have been marked as hostile. Locking onto targets now!”
Unlike the bridge of most ships in this universe, the Liberator’s cockpit was located at the top of the gunship in a relatively exposed situation. Tossing the issue of whether that was the safest location aside for the second, Athena had to admit this offered her a good line of sight at everything around the Liberator without the need to completely rely on cameras or sensors.
Following the orders from the commodore, the Liberator quickly began moving away from the Ravager and toward the incoming Vikings. It was able to accelerate at quite an impressive rate, and with the Vikings and the pirate fighters moving in the opposite direction at a high speed, it didn't take long before the pirate fighters entered the missile range of the Liberators.
The remaining pirate assault fighters, still around 40 in number, noticed the Liberator as well. They were too far away from the Lord of Ashes for the light cruiser to offer reliable artillery support, and they obviously had no intention of fighting what they saw as a frigate by themselves. They were more akin to interceptors than they were to fighters, and their autocannons were never designed to go up against starships. One by one, these assault fighters activated the side thrusters in an attempt to make a 180-degree turn and retreat.
Their reaction was by no means slow, but the rockets were simply faster.
“Targets locked!”
“Firing Lexington rockets now!”
Athena watched in awe as a hail of rockets was shot out of the twin missile launchers installed on the side of the gunships. Unlike in the game, where each Liberator attack only involved a pair of rockets, the Liberator here fired at least 50 rockets over the span of 4 seconds. There was no way for Athena to tell the exact number of rockets fired without asking the commodore or some of her lieutenants. One by one, these rockets chased after their respective targets.
Some of these fighters had reoriented themselves in the direction of their own ship and were turning their engines to the maximum. Others were still in the process of turning. A rare few of the fighters were still heading toward the Liberator as their pilots tried to figure out what to do. None of that really helped the fighters dodge the incoming rockets.
Lexington rockets from the Liberators were almost the polar opposite of the Lanzer torpedoes of Vikings. They were designed to take down small clusters of aerial units, which meant while they would have trouble even tickling the plating of armored air targets, they were extraordinarily effective when it came to bringing down fighters. Fighters like the assault fighters in service of the Kiara Legion.
Across the formation of the assault fighters, shields flickered and, in some cases, failed as the rockets exploded against their targets. A number of assault fighters whose shields had already been challenged by the Viking torpedoes quickly lost their barrier and saw the hulls of the fighters torn apart by the explosions. Other assault fighters tanked the first rocket, only to be brought low by the subsequent ones.
“Reloading rockets now!” One of the weapon officers in the cockpit announced loudly. “We are clear to fire again in 20 seconds!”
“Vikings, engage the remaining fighters!” Commodore Greenfield said into her headset before turning to a woman in charge of the scanners. “Cara, kill report!”
“All rockets have made contact! 14 targets terminated...make that 16! The survivors are attempting to flee toward their cruiser!”
“Adjust our thrusters and keep as many of these fighters in weapon’s range as possible! Lock onto targets and fire again when the rockets are ready!” Commodore Greenfield watched as the Vikings turned around and fired another volley of torpedoes at the remaining fighters. “Commander? Commander?”
“Yeah sorry.” Athena turned to the Terran pilot, a little embarrassed by how distracted she was. It was one thing to watch Terran marines and marauders do their work. It was another to stand in a cockpit and observe a storm of rockets being launched at her enemies. She had never been in a situation like this before, and she had to admit she liked the feeling a lot. “What is it?”
“Most of the hostile interceptors have been neutralized. The remaining ones shouldn’t pose a significant threat to the Vikings.” Commodore Greenfield explained using the limited information she was given after being first brought into this world. “I believe our best course of action will be to engage the remaining two enemy starships with the Vikings while keeping this vessel outside of the effective range of the enemy weapons. This vessel will be extremely ineffective against heavily armored targets. If the enemy forces have additional interceptors, this vessel will be able to provide cover for the Vikings.”
“Very well. Follow this plan for now, but instruct the Vikings to focus on bringing down their shields instead of going for the kill.” Athena tapped her thin. “Judging from the timing of their arrival, the enemy vessels have just jumped in not too long ago. This means their FTL engines will take some extra time to be ready for another jump. I will contact the enemy vessels and demand an unconditional surrender.”
Blasting enemy ships to pieces was obviously great, but turning them and the crew aboard to her cause was even better. Opportunities like this were rather rare.
“What if they feign surrender, only to buy time to escape?” Commodore Greenfield asked, concerned.
“It is easy for ships in this universe to detect whether a ship is in the process of activating its Callisto Engine. The Vikings and the Liberators don’t seem to have these sensors, but I can bring another vessel closer to the enemy ships to make sure they’re not escaping.”
With that said, Athena quickly returned to her own body, produced four more Vikings and sent them to reinforce the others, and entered her marine avatar aboard the Ravager. She wasted no time turning to Viktor.
“Ok, Viktor. You’re up. Something tells me you're going to enjoy this...”
“Lord, we have lost most of our squadrons. There are still 15 of the enemy fighters left, and they are heading our way as we speak! Wait…they have reinforcements! I am seeing four more of these starfighters approaching!”
Aboard the Lord of Ashes, Lord Darrin watched in silence as most of the dots indicating his assault fighter squadrons disappeared from the command map. Assault fighters were much cheaper than starfighters or star bombers, but for a band of pirates, even ones as influential as the Kiara Legion, acquiring and supplying five squadrons of them was still no easy feat. This wasn’t even taking the cost of the pilots into consideration.
It was obvious at this point that the battle was lost, not that it was any fault of his. He never could’ve expected the enemy starfighters to be able to bring down an entire corvette in one volley, or that a single enemy frigate could wipe out several of his squadrons in one strike. The enemy ships and fighters were so much stronger than his ships and fighters, and making things even worse was the fact that he had no idea until the very end. This caused him to make poor decisions that would otherwise have been good options.
He considered himself a good naval commander, but there was simply little he could really do in a situation like this.
“We need to get out of here! This battle is lost! We'll all be dead if we remain here!” One of the attendants snapped, breaking discipline under immense pressure. “We can come back with the rest of the Legion and wipe out these bastards!”
Lord Darrin didn't reply, and most of the others on the bridge were quiet as well. Only after a few seconds of awkward silence did an engine officer inform his colleague of the cold truth.
“We don’t have the time to activate the engines. We may have a chance to survive long enough to jump away if we’re dealing with a battleship or a battlecruiser, but these starfighters are too fast for us to outrun and too well-armed for us to outlast.”
“It doesn’t matter! We have to try!” The attendant snapped. How did everything go wrong so suddenly? “Maybe they’re out of missiles? Maybe this is a trick?”
“Lord?” William turned to Lord Darrin. As the light cruiser’s ordinance officer, the man had been serving Lord Darrin for over five years, and regardless of what his Lord ordered, he would go through with it. “Should we open fire?”
Despite his offer, he didn't put any hope in the possibility of the two ships shooting their way to safety. They had lost a corvette already, and the enemies had reinforcements. Not many, but still enough to make a difference. Given the damage the enemy missiles were capable of, even the light cruiser, with its triple shields, might not last too long.
For a second Lord Darrin didn't reply. They would likely never be able to escape, and even if they could, so what? He had lost one of his corvettes. Most of its crew were dead and the rest were still floating around in escape pods and waiting to be saved. He had lost most of his assault fighter squadrons. With the enemy fighters returning, if he was lucky, he would only make it back with a heavily damaged light cruiser. And then what?
The Kiara Legion wasn’t a place for the compassionate and the honorable. Despite their glorious origin story, the truth was they were pirates who only respected strength. Plus, he wasn't exactly on good terms with his superiors.
If he went home like this, he doubted his fate would be any better than if he died in battle here.
“Lord,” The voice of the communication officer interrupted Lord Darrin’s thoughts. “We are being hailed by a ship.”
“Let’s see it.” Lord Darrin sighed. He had been in similar conversations so many times before, but he had always been the victor. The winner. Then again, in this line of work, it was always only going to be a matter of time before the table was turned. No one could win forever.
He stood up and made his way to one of the monitors. There, the screen flickered for a few seconds before displaying an image. In the center was a young man sitting in a captain’s seat. Lord Darrin’s eyes briefly glanced across several figures in blue armor standing beside and behind the man before landing on the young man himself. The young man whom he could only assume was the leader of the enemy force that just handed him one of his few defeats.
“I am assuming you are here to demand our surrender.” Lord Darrin spoke up before the young man could. He might be defeated here, but he wasn’t going to grovel.
“You assume correctly.” On the other end, Viktor frowned at the obvious lack of fear from the captain. He was quite excited when he was ordered to contact the pirate ship, and the reaction he got was truly disappointing. “Surrender your ships and your remaining crew, and I can guarantee none of you will be harmed.”
Lord Darrin glanced at the image of the enemy fighters on the various cameras. The fighters had surrounded both of his remaining ships. Sure, he could bet they were out of torpedoes and were simply trying to deceive him, but if he was wrong, he and all of his followers would pay for this mistake with their lives. If it was another captain here, like Captain Hans, they might be willing to die for the Kiara Legion. He, however, had no such love toward the Legion, at least not what the Legion had become.
“We yield.” He simply stated, once again disappointing Viktor.
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As a Terran Liberator materialized around 800 meters away from the Ravager, the bridge crew of the pirate ship, despite already being given a heads-up about the Terran vessel, were still caught off guard. A few attendants stationed at the scanner arrays were the first to conclude that the ship, despite only being 75 meters long and smaller than the Ravager, was actually a dedicated combat vessel. Judging from the appearance alone, its armor and weapon systems were unlikely to be the product of crude modifications. In a real fight, the vessel would likely be able to overpower the Ravager.
The first thought that popped into the head of these crew members was…why? Why would these people bother with taking over their pirate group and their pathetic ship when they had real warships at their disposal? Maybe their new leader, the young woman whose name most of the pirates didn't know, was a princess of some powerful faction and was just having fun in this region? And maybe whenever she ran into trouble she would simply call in reinforcements from whatever faction she came from?
This was a haunting thought. So many of the White Tigress had died when the Tigress was taken over and by the look of things the bloodshed would only continue. If all of this was nothing more than a cruel game…
The idea of a rich girl playing with battles and warships was a little off-putting, even to these pirates, but if anything it only made them make up their minds to support Athena with whatever she did. If she truly had such a powerful background, then remaining loyal to her would clearly be the best decision for them. After all, individuals in their line of work hardly cared about morals or ethics.
Athena had no idea some members of the White Tigress were imagining her to be a sadistic psychopath or the fact that it actually made them more loyal to her. After deploying the Liberator, Athena closed her eyes and took over the body of one of the crews on the Terran missile frigate.
“Thank the Xel’naga…finally a female avatar!” The first thing she did was look down on her new temporary body. Even with the uniform on, she could tell this was a woman. The Medivacs, the Liberators, and the Banshees all had female pilots. This meant her days of walking around with a marine or a marauder as an avatar were over. It was honestly a huge relief for her.
She quickly looked around the cockpit of the Liberator. From the outside, the cockpit looked tiny compared to the rest of the Liberator, but it was still big enough to comfortably fit half a dozen crew needed to operate the various systems aboard the Terran vessel. There were more crew on the vessel outside of the cockpit. Like the woman Athena was using as her avatar, the others in the room were all women.
Athena’s eyes quickly glanced across a number of intricate computer terminals whose purposes she didn't understand. Luckily, it seemed like the women in front of the terminals were much more knowledgeable than her.
“Commander, I am Commodore Greenfield.” A female voice caught Athena’s attention. She turned around and saw a woman with red hair dressed in a pilot’s uniform. She was wearing a headset and a green cap. “I am seeing a number of Vikings retreating toward our position and a larger number of fighters in pursuit. Are the pursuing fighters our targets?”
“They are.” Athena nodded. “Can your ship take care of them?”
“I am receiving data about these fighters from Vikings…they have shields, but they are still quite fragile. Their weapon systems are unlikely to threaten this ship.” Commodore Greenfield replied as she clicked a few keys on the terminal before her. She turned to Athena once again. “Calculations suggest we will make short work of them. Permission to assume command of the battle?”
“Go for it.”
Commodore Greenfield turned back to the terminal once again. Her fingers tapped her headset as order after order left her mouth. Some were given to the Viking pilots, who the commodore outranked. Others were directed at her own crew both in and out of the cockpit. Almost everyone else in the cockpit sprung into action, and it didn't take long before the chamber was filled with the sound of reports and confirmations.
“Lexington rockets online!”
“Reorienting the vessel...direction locked. Engines to maximum power!”
“All pursuing fighters have been marked as hostile. Locking onto targets now!”
Unlike the bridge of most ships in this universe, the Liberator’s cockpit was located at the top of the gunship in a relatively exposed situation. Tossing the issue of whether that was the safest location aside for the second, Athena had to admit this offered her a good line of sight at everything around the Liberator without the need to completely rely on cameras or sensors.
Following the orders from the commodore, the Liberator quickly began moving away from the Ravager and toward the incoming Vikings. It was able to accelerate at quite an impressive rate, and with the Vikings and the pirate fighters moving in the opposite direction at a high speed, it didn't take long before the pirate fighters entered the missile range of the Liberators.
The remaining pirate assault fighters, still around 40 in number, noticed the Liberator as well. They were too far away from the Lord of Ashes for the light cruiser to offer reliable artillery support, and they obviously had no intention of fighting what they saw as a frigate by themselves. They were more akin to interceptors than they were to fighters, and their autocannons were never designed to go up against starships. One by one, these assault fighters activated the side thrusters in an attempt to make a 180-degree turn and retreat.
Their reaction was by no means slow, but the rockets were simply faster.
“Targets locked!”
“Firing Lexington rockets now!”
Athena watched in awe as a hail of rockets was shot out of the twin missile launchers installed on the side of the gunships. Unlike in the game, where each Liberator attack only involved a pair of rockets, the Liberator here fired at least 50 rockets over the span of 4 seconds. There was no way for Athena to tell the exact number of rockets fired without asking the commodore or some of her lieutenants. One by one, these rockets chased after their respective targets.
Some of these fighters had reoriented themselves in the direction of their own ship and were turning their engines to the maximum. Others were still in the process of turning. A rare few of the fighters were still heading toward the Liberator as their pilots tried to figure out what to do. None of that really helped the fighters dodge the incoming rockets.
Lexington rockets from the Liberators were almost the polar opposite of the Lanzer torpedoes of Vikings. They were designed to take down small clusters of aerial units, which meant while they would have trouble even tickling the plating of armored air targets, they were extraordinarily effective when it came to bringing down fighters. Fighters like the assault fighters in service of the Kiara Legion.
Across the formation of the assault fighters, shields flickered and, in some cases, failed as the rockets exploded against their targets. A number of assault fighters whose shields had already been challenged by the Viking torpedoes quickly lost their barrier and saw the hulls of the fighters torn apart by the explosions. Other assault fighters tanked the first rocket, only to be brought low by the subsequent ones.
“Reloading rockets now!” One of the weapon officers in the cockpit announced loudly. “We are clear to fire again in 20 seconds!”
“Vikings, engage the remaining fighters!” Commodore Greenfield said into her headset before turning to a woman in charge of the scanners. “Cara, kill report!”
“All rockets have made contact! 14 targets terminated...make that 16! The survivors are attempting to flee toward their cruiser!”
“Adjust our thrusters and keep as many of these fighters in weapon’s range as possible! Lock onto targets and fire again when the rockets are ready!” Commodore Greenfield watched as the Vikings turned around and fired another volley of torpedoes at the remaining fighters. “Commander? Commander?”
“Yeah sorry.” Athena turned to the Terran pilot, a little embarrassed by how distracted she was. It was one thing to watch Terran marines and marauders do their work. It was another to stand in a cockpit and observe a storm of rockets being launched at her enemies. She had never been in a situation like this before, and she had to admit she liked the feeling a lot. “What is it?”
“Most of the hostile interceptors have been neutralized. The remaining ones shouldn’t pose a significant threat to the Vikings.” Commodore Greenfield explained using the limited information she was given after being first brought into this world. “I believe our best course of action will be to engage the remaining two enemy starships with the Vikings while keeping this vessel outside of the effective range of the enemy weapons. This vessel will be extremely ineffective against heavily armored targets. If the enemy forces have additional interceptors, this vessel will be able to provide cover for the Vikings.”
“Very well. Follow this plan for now, but instruct the Vikings to focus on bringing down their shields instead of going for the kill.” Athena tapped her thin. “Judging from the timing of their arrival, the enemy vessels have just jumped in not too long ago. This means their FTL engines will take some extra time to be ready for another jump. I will contact the enemy vessels and demand an unconditional surrender.”
Blasting enemy ships to pieces was obviously great, but turning them and the crew aboard to her cause was even better. Opportunities like this were rather rare.
“What if they feign surrender, only to buy time to escape?” Commodore Greenfield asked, concerned.
“It is easy for ships in this universe to detect whether a ship is in the process of activating its Callisto Engine. The Vikings and the Liberators don’t seem to have these sensors, but I can bring another vessel closer to the enemy ships to make sure they’re not escaping.”
With that said, Athena quickly returned to her own body, produced four more Vikings and sent them to reinforce the others, and entered her marine avatar aboard the Ravager. She wasted no time turning to Viktor.
“Ok, Viktor. You’re up. Something tells me you're going to enjoy this...”
“Lord, we have lost most of our squadrons. There are still 15 of the enemy fighters left, and they are heading our way as we speak! Wait…they have reinforcements! I am seeing four more of these starfighters approaching!”
Aboard the Lord of Ashes, Lord Darrin watched in silence as most of the dots indicating his assault fighter squadrons disappeared from the command map. Assault fighters were much cheaper than starfighters or star bombers, but for a band of pirates, even ones as influential as the Kiara Legion, acquiring and supplying five squadrons of them was still no easy feat. This wasn’t even taking the cost of the pilots into consideration.
It was obvious at this point that the battle was lost, not that it was any fault of his. He never could’ve expected the enemy starfighters to be able to bring down an entire corvette in one volley, or that a single enemy frigate could wipe out several of his squadrons in one strike. The enemy ships and fighters were so much stronger than his ships and fighters, and making things even worse was the fact that he had no idea until the very end. This caused him to make poor decisions that would otherwise have been good options.
He considered himself a good naval commander, but there was simply little he could really do in a situation like this.
“We need to get out of here! This battle is lost! We'll all be dead if we remain here!” One of the attendants snapped, breaking discipline under immense pressure. “We can come back with the rest of the Legion and wipe out these bastards!”
Lord Darrin didn't reply, and most of the others on the bridge were quiet as well. Only after a few seconds of awkward silence did an engine officer inform his colleague of the cold truth.
“We don’t have the time to activate the engines. We may have a chance to survive long enough to jump away if we’re dealing with a battleship or a battlecruiser, but these starfighters are too fast for us to outrun and too well-armed for us to outlast.”
“It doesn’t matter! We have to try!” The attendant snapped. How did everything go wrong so suddenly? “Maybe they’re out of missiles? Maybe this is a trick?”
“Lord?” William turned to Lord Darrin. As the light cruiser’s ordinance officer, the man had been serving Lord Darrin for over five years, and regardless of what his Lord ordered, he would go through with it. “Should we open fire?”
Despite his offer, he didn't put any hope in the possibility of the two ships shooting their way to safety. They had lost a corvette already, and the enemies had reinforcements. Not many, but still enough to make a difference. Given the damage the enemy missiles were capable of, even the light cruiser, with its triple shields, might not last too long.
For a second Lord Darrin didn't reply. They would likely never be able to escape, and even if they could, so what? He had lost one of his corvettes. Most of its crew were dead and the rest were still floating around in escape pods and waiting to be saved. He had lost most of his assault fighter squadrons. With the enemy fighters returning, if he was lucky, he would only make it back with a heavily damaged light cruiser. And then what?
The Kiara Legion wasn’t a place for the compassionate and the honorable. Despite their glorious origin story, the truth was they were pirates who only respected strength. Plus, he wasn't exactly on good terms with his superiors.
If he went home like this, he doubted his fate would be any better than if he died in battle here.
“Lord,” The voice of the communication officer interrupted Lord Darrin’s thoughts. “We are being hailed by a ship.”
“Let’s see it.” Lord Darrin sighed. He had been in similar conversations so many times before, but he had always been the victor. The winner. Then again, in this line of work, it was always only going to be a matter of time before the table was turned. No one could win forever.
He stood up and made his way to one of the monitors. There, the screen flickered for a few seconds before displaying an image. In the center was a young man sitting in a captain’s seat. Lord Darrin’s eyes briefly glanced across several figures in blue armor standing beside and behind the man before landing on the young man himself. The young man whom he could only assume was the leader of the enemy force that just handed him one of his few defeats.
“I am assuming you are here to demand our surrender.” Lord Darrin spoke up before the young man could. He might be defeated here, but he wasn’t going to grovel.
“You assume correctly.” On the other end, Viktor frowned at the obvious lack of fear from the captain. He was quite excited when he was ordered to contact the pirate ship, and the reaction he got was truly disappointing. “Surrender your ships and your remaining crew, and I can guarantee none of you will be harmed.”
Lord Darrin glanced at the image of the enemy fighters on the various cameras. The fighters had surrounded both of his remaining ships. Sure, he could bet they were out of torpedoes and were simply trying to deceive him, but if he was wrong, he and all of his followers would pay for this mistake with their lives. If it was another captain here, like Captain Hans, they might be willing to die for the Kiara Legion. He, however, had no such love toward the Legion, at least not what the Legion had become.
“We yield.” He simply stated, once again disappointing Viktor.
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