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Akarax was slumped in the corner of the transport ship half asleep as the ship came to an abrupt stop. The turbulence jolted him awake almost knocking him on the ground. One of the hooded figures came up the newly extended ramp and slapped a pair of cuffs around his hands. They were just tight enough to hurt, but not tight enough to damage anything. They led him down the ramp, he nearly hit his head on the doorway. He had no idea where he was, but the air felt thicker, sticky somehow, he couldn't explain it. They led him down an incredibly ornate long hall, with one single door at the end of it.