[@Queen Raidne]
[b]The Docks outside boomtown[/b]
Swearing in Fleet-speak is a uniquely motion intensive affair, requiring multiple gestures from the hands to truly drive the point home exactly what the meaning of the words being spoken are trying to convey. So it came as no surprise the the crew of the [i]Los[/i] when her captain, upon the navigational system and the navigator telling her that the ship had been snatched out of Rip space and was no no longer under their control, lashed out, the holo screens that surrounded the raised platform in the internal bridge "shattering" as she struck them (only to reform a few seconds later), all the while yelling this and that.  

The gesturing made Captain Iralla feel a bit better, her calm composure, learned from many years as the [i]Los[/i]'s captain, overtaking that of the momentary flash of surprise and anger. 

That was until they emerged in the dock.   

As the outside sensors filtered in what was in front of them, the entire bridge staff, including Iralla, stood slightly dumbfounded. A prefaling silence crept in, only broken by Iralla's voice "Navigation, where in the void's great domain are we?" 

the navigation officer checked his holo screen, and checked again "According to all sensors ma'am, we are still in transit."   

Iralla scowled "Impossible, check again."

The navigation officer timidly looked away, his hands ringing behind his back "I have, ma'am. Checked, rechecked, and given it to the ship-born computer, which has returned the same data. According to all sensor we are still in transit."

Iralla looked slowly around the bridge, thoughts raceing through her head on how to solve the problem they found themselves in now. Turning to another member of the bridge staff she spoke, her voice only slightly hopeful "Helms, if we are still in transit, can we drop out?"

The helms-man checked his own displays in much the same way the navigation officer did, with several double checks "That would not be advised ma'am, due to the fact that we are not here of our own power means that if we try to drop to normal space, we very well might get shredded on our way out."

Iralla made a light snarling sound as she turned back to the outside displays that now dominated her view, her eyes quickly catching the sign. Reaching forward she brushed a small button on the displays, causeing the sip wide comm to pop to life "Mina, gather your Skulks, I think I might have a job for you."
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[b]On the path to Finn's[/b] 

True to their name the Skulks slowly stalked down the path towards the boomtown. While their movements were not threatening or hostile, they were defently calculated, much like scouts moving through unfamiliar territory. Which in many ways they were. 

They wore a light nano-fab armor, a long bolt of silksteel cloth wrapped around their shoulders and into a hood that covered their head. A tight mask was fitted to their lower jaws, covering their mouth and noses, the slight clicks they made giving them away as breathing masks. Mounted on the left arms were frames, to which were attached a few small wires and tubes attached to what looked like three small cylinders on the left shoulder, and to large coin sized black circles on their palms. On the same hand was a small clawed gauntlet that appeared to be part of the entire assembly, with only a finger-less glove adorning that hand up to the wrist where the Nano-fab armor began (which itself had what looked like a larger, raised section on the right forearm)

As they looked over the city, their leader Mina spotted the bar "There. That seems to be the center of this settlement, we should start there." Nodding in silent agreement the Skulks moved down into boomtown, towards the bar.