OOC: Fuck it, I was always going to bring these guys in eventually.
Many kilometres above the group, in the cold emptiness of space, the stillness was suddenly broken as a fleet of ships dropped out of FTL travel. There were a range of different shapes and sizes but all were of a functional, yet proud construction. The way was led by the largest vessel with two layered wings angled down, and an elongated fuselage stretching in front of them. Though the silence was undisturbed outside, on board the ship was a hive of activity. An alarm blared, and the crew milled about shouting orders and suiting up in full environmentally sealed hardsuits. They were a tall, lanky race, bow-legged and with three digits on each limb. Their faces were cartilaginous masks with long scales stretching behind their skulls, and their eyes were fierce, proud and predatory. One such creature strode towards the bridge, fitting a helmet over his head as he did so.
"What the hell happened? What's our status?" He asked as he came up beside the helmsman, who turned to him and saluted.
"Prefect. We lost contact with out destination, and dropped out of FTL." The Helmsman replied. "I don't know how it happened, but it knocked out life support at the same time. Should be fixable I bet, but I don't know where we've been dropped off."
"The wrong position in the galaxy?"
"No, the wrong dimension." The helmsman replied, pointing out the viewport at the green and blue planet below. The prefect followed his helmsman's pointing finger.
"Huh. Deja Vu."
