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ExGal-4 was a station built on Belkadan over a thousand years ago to study the unknown regions of space. It was a walled area, with a large blast-door for entry and inside were several buildings spaced around a clearing. Many of these buildings had since fallen into disrepair as this site had succumbed to the Yuuzhan Vong invasion many decades ago. Standing in the clearing, Ichabod Jayce casually puffed on a cigarette as he admired the decaying structures, finding their state added a sort of beauty to the landscape, gave it character.
Glancing over his shoulder, he looked back at the main building, wherein Sith Master Ila Baranova kept watch over the unconscious body of Chora. Chora was virtually naked and disarmed, chained to a wall with her hands and feet bound. Attached to her veins were drips that gave her a constant but very mild flow of Rancor tranquilizer, under normal conditions it would kill a man, and that's what Ichabod was going for. If Matsu was late for the rescue of her lover, Chora would die. She still had two hours.
Taking a drag from his cigarette, Ichabod twirled Chora's double-bladed lightsaber around his fingers before slotting it back into the holster in his thigh compartment which closed around it. Glaring at the blaster doors, Ichabod continued to wait.
Glancing over his shoulder, he looked back at the main building, wherein Sith Master Ila Baranova kept watch over the unconscious body of Chora. Chora was virtually naked and disarmed, chained to a wall with her hands and feet bound. Attached to her veins were drips that gave her a constant but very mild flow of Rancor tranquilizer, under normal conditions it would kill a man, and that's what Ichabod was going for. If Matsu was late for the rescue of her lover, Chora would die. She still had two hours.
Taking a drag from his cigarette, Ichabod twirled Chora's double-bladed lightsaber around his fingers before slotting it back into the holster in his thigh compartment which closed around it. Glaring at the blaster doors, Ichabod continued to wait.