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Post by Dakota on Apr 3, 2006 20:08:14 GMT -5
((OOC: Ok i modified my post to flow with the rest))
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Post by Kiva on Apr 3, 2006 20:15:44 GMT -5
His words stirred something deep within her. Something that reached beyond the memory barrier. Something that awakened beyond that gate she couldn't pass no matter how hard she tried. Even through his gloves, his touch electrified her. Instinctively she knew that he held a key to unlocking a part of her past. He possesed some knowledge that she needed to know. A knowledge she could not gain on her own.
Like a gentle breeze, the weight was suddenly lifted from her shoulders and she shakily stood, watching his retreating form. This was too much to take in at once. But she couldn't let this chance slip away. She might never gain another. Sparing a backward glance at the other three individuals, she cast a pitiful glance at the Twi'lek, a venomous glare at the saber and blaster armed man, and a confused and grateful glance at the Wookie. Not wasting another minute, she took off at a sprint after the man whom, only moments before, she'd tried to run from.
Reaching the street, she looked around for him and caught a flash of his dark cape disappearing around the corner.
Quickly, she followed it. The man led her on a merry chase down several streets, always staying ahead of her, no matter how quickly she tried to catch up.
Finally, she saw his cloak flicker down another deserted alleyway. Skidding around the corner, she saw, to her dismay, that he had disappeared. Not a trace of him anywhere. Confused, she was about to turn and leave when his voice rang out seemingly from everywhere and nowhere at once.
"You're more tenacious than I thought," he said, amusedly.
"And you weren't all that difficult to track," she replied, sardonically. Of course, the thought had crossed her mind that he'd allowed her to follow him. Still, she thought it better to play the fool until she knew what she was dealing with. She was still looking around for him, but was unable to find him at all.
"Tsk tsk tsk. I guess I'll have to try harder next time." Sarcasm dripped from every syllable. "I can only assume that, since you've followed me here, that you truly are curious about the ways of the Force."
Yllona's brow furrowed. "Force? I don't understand..."
"You will, in time, my dear. If you wish to learn. Do you?"
Yllona though a moment. "If it will help me regain that which I have lost, then yes."
"Can you obey me? Will you follow my instructions and live under my will?"
She squinted, her thoughts kicking into overdrive before nodding. "For now..." she said, warningly. He laughed outright.
"Yes, you are a spirited one..."
Yllona's teeth clenched. "Stop laughing at me. I hate it when people laugh at me. And why are you hiding...?"
She shivered as his lips suddenly brushed her ear. "Who says I'm hiding?" he whispered.
Whirling around, Yllona was standing face-to-... well... chest with the man who towered above her petite form. She lifted her face to look at his, which was still hidden by his hood. Curiosity briefly flickered across her mind.
She wanted to see him. See the face of this man who held so much power. This man that frightened her... and intrigued her.
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Post by Dakota on Apr 3, 2006 20:26:36 GMT -5
Japoka watched the girl leave. "What is she doing?!"
He laid there. Helpless. What would his master say about this? He hoped the wookie or the other guy would come and let him go.
"Umm, Not to be rude, but a little help here?"
"I sensed the dark side. Could he have been a Sith? But master Skywalker said they were dead."
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Post by Katrina Rix on Apr 3, 2006 23:43:23 GMT -5
"Very good. You incapacitated a surprised child." Cudearga fought the urge to simply lash out with the force and knock the old man out of her way. "Normally, I'd oblige you and rip your head off your body, but I have two kids to rescue and I'm wasting time." She felt the dark sider's response to Yilona's attack, and cringed internally. The first strands of the wookie berserker rage began to sing in her brain, and it doubled when the girl looked at her, then followed the hooded man. Yilona felt naive, in her own way, and Cudearga's heart cracked at the thought of her spark being twisted without ever seeing the other possibilities. She had their scent, and their auras now. The hooded man had his ways, the wookie hunter who had once been Jedi had hers. There was nowhere they could go in the galaxy that she could not find them, eventually.
The boy needed her, now. She couldn't leave a Padwan, nearly helpless, in the undercity. She heard his words, and was not prepared to abandon him.
A thermal detonator inched its way slowly, stealthily out of her bandoleer in the dark, than tumbled... Almost to the street below. Cudearga held it up, a head's height off the ground, with the force. The slightest impact would set it off. The wookie grinned, darkly and a little toothily. "The boy can shield himself, and I think I can remember to protect him just in case. I'm out of range, but I might throw up a shield anyhow. Now, what am I forgetting? Maybe the nice man who should let the boy up if he doesn't want to play with the explosives?" Menace was no undercurrent in her tones, but a clear and present threat. "If the nice man feels like shooting me with either of his toys, he should remember he wants my concentration elsewhere, instead of pushing his nice toys away."
Cudearga felt the strains of her rage, chords building within her. She stomped them brutally down. This is why she no longer claimed the title of Knight. She had come to the force in wookie rage, had first used it to rip a man in half without touching him. She had never come to grips with her first encounter with the force. Trying to avoid that lack of control of her emotions had slowly driven her from the Academy. There were some things that no amount of wise mysticism and interesting thoughts could fix. Cudearga needed to fight her demons on her own. She could feel the berserker inside, whispering to kill the two men and take the children. She stifled it.
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Post by SilvanoshiS on Apr 4, 2006 3:11:48 GMT -5
"You know, you're pretty when you're angry," Jacob cooed to the wookie as he holstered his blaster. This was more for show really, he'd need his hand free to either force catch that detonator or incapasitate her.
"Release him, now," Cudearga growled menasingly.
"I don't respond well to threats, but for you, I'll make an exception, because I like your style," Jacob released the catch for the second button that deactivated the net. "Pretty handy little device, this," He waived the saber hilt at her. "I'm surprised you don't have one. Or, maybe you do, and you don't use it anymore."
"Now, where did the cloaked man take the girl."
"I really don't know to be honest. I don't think I've ever met him before. She owed me some big money for distruction of property, and I followed her. He got to her first, she must owe lots of people lots of money to have more than one person looking for her."
By this point Japoka had come up beside Jacob, and he now spoke to him in a calm even voice. "You do not want to kill her, She owes you nothing." He waved his hand just a little while he spoke.
Jacob's eyes glazed over and he began to speak, "I still want her to pay me, and she owes me a great deal. Heh, nice try kid. I was taught by the best Jedi there ever were, and you're just a drop in the force bucket compaired to them." Jacob stiffened when he mentioned his old friends, and hoped that neither had noticed the slip. "Now, Ms. Wookie. I'd appreciate it if you let that thing go before anyone gets hurt."
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Post by Dakota on Apr 4, 2006 10:59:35 GMT -5
"Listen, we don't won't a fight here." said Japoka tring to sound brave. He turned to the wookie "Please, do as he said" he turned back to the man "So your a Jedi huh? Or did you leave the order? Because you seem worried about your money and nothing else" He waited for a reply from the man, when he said nothing he went on. "That girl is in danger and she needs help. And if the two of you are going to stand here all night and argue while she gets killed, I'll find her myself" He started to walk out of the alley. "Now they will either help find her, or kill me. I realy hope it's the first one."
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Post by Katrina Rix on Apr 4, 2006 13:17:09 GMT -5
Cudeagra brought the detonator back to her hand carefully and clipped it safely in her bandoleer. "I like your style, too. It takes a real idiot to challenge a full grown wookie who's better armed and above his head." She shook her head, almost admiring the man's guts. He may be unscrupulous, but at least he had courage. She ignored the comment about her lightsaber. Her eyes narrowed briefly at the mention of training. That explained why he seemed only slightly less controlled than the Padwan.
She jumped down to the street level and rose to her full height of 2.5 meters. The boy was off again, but she doubted whether he could follow the cold trail. She picked him up by his collar, lifting his feet off the ground. "Ease up, kiddo. I know Katarn should have taught you better than to go off half cocked. Where's your master?" Cudearga looked him over. At least he didn't seem wounded. Her other reason was to get between the twi'lek boy and the old man if the man tried something again. She let him down gently, keeping her body between the two.
"Look, let's call a truce until we find the girl. Trust me, I can find her, no matter where they go, so we have some time. I'll take her debt on my shoulders if need be. The real problem is the man with the hood. He sung with the dark side." The former Jedi knight paused. "We'll need to be careful if we have to approach him. I'm not sure I can handle him, and he seems more advanced than any of us. I'm Cudearga, in case you cared. Body guard." Her expression dared either of them to challenge her choice of profession. She hoped fervently that the boy wouldn't recognize her name. She had been good during her time at the Academy, before her rage came closer and closer to the surface, teasing her mind until she left to seek refuge alone. The big wookie wished she had time to meditate and seek calm again.
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Post by SilvanoshiS on Apr 4, 2006 14:24:51 GMT -5
"Me? A jedi? No, but I'm flattered Cudearga. I had...." He stiffened again, it was still hard, even after 20 some years to think of his sister and her master, and more recently Riz and Obi Wan. "... I knew people in the order. Before it was destroyed the first time. They taught me what little I know, and it serves me well. And as for being better armored," Jacob slid off his coat to show an array of lightsaber hilts, blasters, knives, and poisions, "You just pronounce your armory."
"As for the truce, I accept. Those bots need to be replaced, and that's not cheap. But I'll let it slide for now and pay for them myself. Name's Jacob, by the way. Where to first?"
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Post by Dakota on Apr 4, 2006 15:21:55 GMT -5
Well then Jacob, Cudearga I accept. My master is on another planet at the moment and she had to leave me here.
So where to first? Oh and could you put me down?
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Post by Katrina Rix on Apr 4, 2006 15:53:05 GMT -5
Cudearga grinned toothily and hefted her carbine. "Someday, we'll have to test who's the better walking arsenal, heh?" She sniffed the air. Her mind and nose combined to catch the trail. "Just follow me."
She was concerned about the boy. The wookie wondered if he'd ever been in a real fight before. It was hard to tell. He didn't feel like a hunter, though given time, he could become a warrior. She also wondered what he was doing in the undercity without any backup. She trotted along, pausing every couple of steps to check that it was still the right trail. She could feel the girl growing closer. She could also feel the dark, brooding presence of the man, ahead in the distance. They had left ripples of their passing, and their scent on cement. It wasn't a particular challenge to follow the trial, convoluted as it was.
She let her mind drift, a calming exercises in its own right. Jacob's words had carried a lot of pain, floating just below the surface. Cudearga supposed she should repay his confession in kind. "Got taken by slavers - Imp associates - when I wasn't much older than this boy. Coupla years later, went berserker, connected to the force, killed a lot of them, nearly killed myself. Found by Jedi. Earned title of Knight. Couldn't stay." It was the short and easy version. She had accepted almost all of her past. Her only real regret was her berserker first connection to the force. "We're almost there," she announced. Cudearga hesitated.
"Kid, do me a favor and stay back. Can you get in contact with the Academy? They should know about our hooded friend."
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Post by Christopher on Apr 4, 2006 15:56:15 GMT -5
((OOC))
I'd hate to be the type that complains about little things, but little things have a habit of getting worse in RPs (I've seen WAY too many good ones ruined, so I know).
I've noticed some controlling going on, so maybe a quick review over controlling etiquette: It's quite alright to control another character’s actions or conversation, in small increments, as long as it stays in character (It’s not likely a normally calm and collected Jedi knight would go nuts and attack someone for a petty insult).
However, it is NOT okay to mess with another character’s history without permission. You may gain permission from another player by PMing them, or asking them through an OOC message (preferably along with an IC post).
Sorry to interrupt the flow, again, but I don’t want these few incidents getting worse. This is a really good Rp, and I’d hate to see it messed up.
Keep up the good work!
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Post by Christopher on Apr 4, 2006 21:22:25 GMT -5
The dark man grinned underneath the protective veil and chuckled. He knew she wished to gaze upon his unveiled face, he could hear her thoughts.
"You wish to see the face of your new master, yes?"
Yllona stared at him, most of her fears had left her, and she was overwhelmed with curiosity and amazement. Could the man read minds as well, or was he just guessing? In any case, she answered with a nod. A gloved hand reached to the shadowed face, and grasped the cloth that covered his mouth. Slowly, almost as if he was teasing the young women, he pulled it away, and revealed most of his face. All above the bridge of his nose was still enshrouded with the shadow cast by his hood. The man’s flesh was pasty, and his grin was enough to freeze anyone’s blood. His gloved hands reached for his torn hood, and he held it in his palm. Before he had the opportunity to pull the hood back, his smile disappeared into a frown.
“It seems our ‘friends’ don’t want to take a hint.” He growled “Maybe it’s time to see you in action against a worthy opponent"
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Post by Kiva on Apr 5, 2006 16:11:36 GMT -5
(OOC: Here's an interesting post for y'all. But before you read, let me iterate something. If you have a general announcement to make to the group here, feel free to post it. However, if you wish to make a comment ot an individual, please use PMs or some other form of communication(i.e. e-mail, IMs, smoke signals, etc.) Don't clutter up the board with pointless posts that have nothing to do with the storyline. It takes a lot of effort to sort through the comments to get to the story. If you must say something, try to put it at the beginning or the end of an actual post. Like this.
Now, without further ado... Yllona's first taste of battle and the entrance of some interesting NPC's... )
Yllona's brow furrowed again. “Worthy opponent?” she queried. She didn't like the sound of that, but the hooded man said nothing. He simply reached into the folds of his cloak and extended a 2-foot-long metal cylinder towards her. Hesitant, Yllona reached out and took it from his gloved hand. She examined the object carefully. The cylinder was far too wide around to fit her small, yet strong hand; and the grips were spaced too far apart to fit comfortably. She saw a small button on the side and she pressed it. A four-foot energy beam the color of blood extended from the top.
Yllona was shocked. She had never seen anything like this before. The thrum of energy that emanated from the blade exhilerated her. Her fingers twitched in anticipation, not to use it, but to take it apart and see how it worked. Her “master's” voice broke into her thoughts.
“It's more exciting to use it, my dear. You can take it apart later.”
Yllona looked up at him, violet eyes flashing in anticipation of his promise. This was, so far, the best device she'd ever seen, and her thirst for knowledge desired to be satiated. But she had to do something first. He wanted to see her fight; she did not want to fight without provocation. As she thought on these things, she felt a slight tingling sensation in the back of her mind. Apparently, the shadowy figure sensed it too, for he looked up sharply nanoseconds before a loud popping sound was heard. Something stung the back of Yllona's neck.
She reached back and pulled a spiked dart from just under the base of her skull. Upon closer inspection, she saw that the longest barb of the dart was actually a hypodermic syringe. The needle still dripped with whatever was inside the hollow tube and Yllona lifted it to her lips and tasted it. She paled and immediately spit it out.
“Paralysine...” she breathed, incredulously. Paninc began to overtake her mind, but she closed her eyes, willing her heartbeat to slow and reamin calm. Paralysine would effectively block all nerve signals to every muscle in her body, even her diaphragm that controlled her lungs. In a few minutes, she would suffocate. The toxic, paralyzing drug would spread throughout her body in approximately 5 minutes. Seven if she was lucky.
She did not need to wait long as her assailants soon made themselves known by dropping down from the rooftop and landing with an impossible grace. The four creatures were shrouded in gray-brown patched cloaks that reached to the ground. Impossibly thin, they flexibly unfolded themselves from their crouch. Yllona was shocked at their height. Standing nearly 8 feet, they were the tallest humanoids she had ever seen. Surprisingly, they resembled Yllona's facial features quite well, and their close-cropped hair was also snow white, but each with their own uniquely colored streak just off the centerline of their scalp.
One who appeared to be their leader spoke to the others in a series of clicks and whistles, and everything happened at once. Two of these creatures stood before Cudearga and her entourage, and another before the hooded man, all three brandishing EMP staves that appeared seemingly from nowhere beneath their cloaks. They made no threatening moves, but made it clear that the group was not to interfere.
The leader regarded Yllona for a moment. She was starting to feel numb across her shoulders, an early effect of Paralysine. She was surprised when the humanoid inclined his head to her almost respectfully and motioned for her to come to him. Yllona shook her head, vehemently. The creature clicked at her and motioned again. Apparently, Yllona's deciphering device couldn't figure out his language, so she had no idea what he was saying. Her only response was to grip the hilt of the energy blade tighter and drop into a defensive stance. The alleyway was narrow and would provide little room to move freely, but Yllona's smaller size would make that more of an advantage on her part. Or, so she thought...
With surprising speed, the creature rushed her, swing outwards with an EMP staff of his own. Yllon parried the blow and returned with a snap kick to his leg. She was a street fighter, through and through; relying on techniques she'd learned from countless confrontations and brawls. Matched against a trained fighter proved to be an interesting spectacle.
Yllona was having a difficult time reacting to the attacks. The Paralysine was affecting her muscles more and more and her reactions slowed. Still, she did not give up. Relying purely upon her instincts, she made a powerful leap high into the air above the creature's head, intending to make a final attack from above. Swinging downward with both hands on the saber's hilt, she inteded to end it there.
The creature apparently had other plans. He sidestepped Yllona's attack and gripped her wrists in one longfingered hand. Whirling around, he slammed her numb body against the wall so hard, the permacrete nearly cracked. Yllona saw stars as her head crashed into the wall. She had a concussion now; she knew it. She was haging five feet off the ground as the creature suspended her above the ground by her wrists. The creature's pure black eyes locking with her exhausted violet ones, he clicked at her again, in a smugly patronizing way. He almost seemed to be laughing at her.
Anger flooded Yllona's mind and she felt a tingling strength flowing through her limbs. She hated people laughing at her. Twisting the saber in her wrist, Yllona cut herself free from the creature's grasp. Howling in pain, it stumbled backward and Yllona began to fall. Bracing her feet against the wall, she launched herself off of it, and twisted in mid-air, cutting neatly through her attacker's midsection. It fell without a sound.
The other three creatures backed away, staring at the young woman who had felled their leader. She stood, shakily, breathing haggardly. Switching off the saber, she staggered over to the cloaked man and held out the sheathed blade to him.
“If this is yours,” she gasped, her diaphragm beginning to collapse, “It's a gram... and a half heavy... on the back end...” He took the weapon from her, silently, his face unreadable.
Yllona's breathing ceased as she slumped forward towards him. Instinctively, his arms went around her shoulders, supporting her functionless body. As a last thought before unconciousness consumed her mind, Yllona saw a twinge of irony in the events of the last few minutes.
For in more ways than one, darkness now embraced her.
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Post by Dakota on Apr 5, 2006 21:33:23 GMT -5
Japoka had stayed behind to contact the council
"You think he is a Sith?" One of the masters asked. "Yes. That or a Dark Jedi" "And the others, they are force sensitive?" "Yes, The man said he was trained by a jedi and the wookie said she was sensitive to the Force" "Japoka we want you to come here and bring the others with you" "Yes master"
Japoka ran to catch up with the others he turned a corner and saw the hooded man carry away the girl. And his new companions were being held off by some tall humanoids.
He started after the hooded man. uddemtly he turned and used the Force to throw Japoka back.
He scraped his tentacles hard an the duracrete sidewalk. He looked up and saw the hooded man go around a corner and the other two goons ran off possibly to meet up somewhere.
Cudearga and Jacob ran over to help him. "We need to after them now!" said Cudearga. "No. I contacted the council, They want all of us to come before we fight them" He looked at the others. "Jacob, they won't to know about who trained you and Cudearga, They think they might know who you are."
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Post by SilvanoshiS on Apr 6, 2006 0:43:18 GMT -5
Japoka escorted the pair to the temple; it was larger than Jacob had thought, only hearing stories about it. It was as people had described it though, a grand building, and big. They were taken into the entrance hall and asked to remove their weapons. Cudearga complied, as did Japoka, Jacob however slid off his coat, took off the blasters and emptied his pockets of all the knick-knacks that were all weapons, but kept the saber belt on. "Sir, you'll need to give those up too," said the padawan looking nervous, he had never seen that many sabers on one person. I'll keep them, thank you," said Jacob tersely. "But Sir..." I SAID I'd keep them. The Jedi we're going to see haven't been unarmored, and if I insisted on starting trouble, I'm sure 12 could kill me faster than I could draw one." Jacob stared down the padawan. He could tell this was the kid's first time at this job, and no one had ever refused, but he eventually let the group pass, Jacob's weapons and all. "Why did you do that?" Cudearga asked Jacob sounding slightly annoyed. "I have my reasons for keeping these on me. I'd rather not be destroying the temple on my first real visit." Jacob knew that the jedi would get themselves killed by just turning on the lightsabers, each one inexplicably exploding when someone other than a family member or close, highly regarded friend of Jacob switched them on. They entered into the high council chamber and were ushered into the middle of a circle of Jedi masters. He noticed Skywalker, he had been in the briefing just before the assault on the Death Star. Jacob guessed that Skywalker wouldn't recognize him, he had only been there as a captain of a ship, nothing more. As Skywalker's eyes passed over each of them, recognition only flickered on his part from Cudearga. He did pause, like most of the other Jedi, on the belt that had enough lightsabers on it to almost arm the entire room save one or two people. Obviously, Jacob noticed this and tried to hold himself in such a way that none of them could be pulled from his belt without him being able to grab it first. This however was a fruitless effort as he was surrounded by Jedi. "Welcome Cudearga and Jacob, to the Jedi Council,” said Luke Skywalker. Cudearga and Japoka bowed to Master Skywalker, Jacob merely nodded his head and lowered his eyes. “We are sorry to have taken you from your pursuit, but there are some matters we would like to discuss first,” one of the Masters behind Jacob said. “Look, I don’t know what you want, but we don’t know much, other than where he was, and now we don’t have that,” Jacob was trying desperately to remain calm, but he wanted out, now. He wasn’t sure why either, there was just something that made him feel like he shouldn’t be here, not right now, there was something about the hooded man he needed to know about, but it was nothing more than a gut reaction to the man, wasn’t it? “Jacob, Japoka said that you said you had been trained. Is this correct, and if so by who? You certainly have never passed through the Academy and only two Jedi, both now dead, survived the Clone Wars.” Jacob wasn’t sure who asked the question, his mind burning with his own, but he suppressed the thoughts and answered, as sparingly as possible. “Masters Kenobi, Ossacks, Kelrim, and my sister Anu taught me, before and after the Clone Wars, until they…” He trailed off. “You knew Master Kenobi?” Master Skywalker had cocked his head at the name of his first master. “Yeah, he helped me rescue Iric and Riz, pardon me, Masters Ossacks and Kelrim soon after I… This was a great story uh… later, sold them to Jabba the Hutt three days prior. Needless to say they weren’t too happy, but they kept me around because Anu was Master Kelrim’s padawan, and Obi- Master Kenobi trusted me.” Jacob was still not used to saying their names in the proper, he had always referred to them by first name and it felt awkward to not do so now. “One more question, please. Whose lightsabers are those? They can’t all be yours.” “They’re not. This one was… Anu’s and this one’s Master Kelrim’s. The rest, they’re all mine. Made them myself with blueprints that Anu had smuggled out of the Academy for me before the Clone Wars. She knew I’d want to try when she built her first one, and I got some interesting results the first few times, the rest aren’t all conventional, but they serve their purpose.” Strangely, here, in the Temple, the memories and stories weren’t as painful or hard to talk about. He actually could finish entire sentences about his friends now departed. This lifted a great weight off Jacob’s shoulders, but Jacob sensed that it would be back eventually. The Jedi turned their attention to Cudearga. ((OOC: sorry for the long post. It all just kinda flowed when I started and I couldn't stop... ))
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