A shuttle appears in orbit above the small planetoid. It appears like a small bloated arrowhead passing through the center of a circle. The lone pilot looks around and begins typing into his navigation computer madly. He asks aloud, "Where the hell are we?" Suddenly a dome behind his ****pit spins in half-rotations, switching directions almost randomly. A series of beeps and whirs sound. The pilot says, seemingly as though responding, "What do you mean you don't know? What happened? Those coordinates I gave you were good. I've used them tons of times." Another round of clicks and beeps sound.
"What are you talking about, a gravity well? There's no way there could've been a gravity well anywhere on that path. No stars were going to pass through that pathway for another millenium. The nearest star had already passed. A gravity well is literally an impossibility." More beeps and clicks follow.
"Well the nav computer is wro-. Wait a minute, go through the log, what system did we pass through just before we were forced from Hyperspace?" A long moment of silence passes before he hears a "response". He slams his head back against his seat.
"That space was taken by the Mandalorians. They must've set up an Interdiction Field. Dammit. Well back to my first question, what do you mean you don't know where we are? If we exited near Serroco, we should definitely know where we are." A few whirs sound, followed by a haunting whine.
"No no, the Interdiction Field should've only forced us out of Hyperspace, near the planet, not sent us out of known space. This little planetoid doesn't look a thing like Serroco, it looks more like an asteroid." He looks at his scanners, "Except this asteroid has life on it." More data scales the screen, "A lot of life. There's forestry and bodies of water, I've never seen any planet that small sustain life. I'm also picking up readings of artificial energy sources. I think there are ships down there." He's answered by more beeps followed by the haunted whine again.
"Don't worry about it, I'm sure it'll be fine. I don't think we're in Mandalorian Space, and I highly doubt any Mandalorian would even consider occupying this... whatever it is. I'm going to check it out." He disconnects the arrowhead ship from the circle it penetrated and descended towards the planetoid.
The pilot found the source of the multiple energy sources. Indeed they were ships, ships of different sizes and designs. None of the ships he saw before him looked to be of Mandalorian design, nor any design he's seen. Most of them looked like insects or arachnids, others were just otherwise oddly shaped. He landed his ship amongst the other "parked" ships. His canopy slid open and he popped his head out. There was a dingy building in desperate need of repair before him. He looked around the parking lot and found no one was around. He shrugged and got out of the ****pit. He replaced the hood of his robe over his head as more beeps and clicks sounded.
"I'm just going to see where we are." The same haunted whirring echoes. The pilot shook his head comically and jumped onto the ground. He closed his robe around him and made for the building. His light brown robe covered his entire body, all the way down to his feet. The edges just missing the ground by decimeters. He walked through the front door and was amazed at the sight before him. It was a cantina, not unlike many he's seen in spaceports, except it was made of wood. This must be one hell of a well guarded secret for the Republic to not know about it. Even though his hood's shape covered his facial features, he could see outward just fine. He saw many humans around, as well as a few unknown species. He did see one "alien" he thought he recognized as akin to a Trandoshan, though there were many differences there as well. Not the least being its knees went the wrong way. He went up to the bar, sitting next to a couple. The girl seemed drunk off her ass and pissed at her boyfriend. Though their troubles weren't his, so he let them be.
He nodded to the bartender and asked, "You wouldn't happen to have any Tarisian Ale, would you?" The bartender looked at the newcomer stoically and left into the back room without a word. The pilot threw his head back in surprise. He was about to repeat his order loudly, but the bartender came back with his order. His eyes lit up and smiled. The bartender held out a pad with three words. The new patron thought a moment and said, "Tab." The bartender replaced his pad and went back to drying a mug the pilot could tell didn't actually need drying. He mentally shrugged began to drink the ale carefully to keep his hood in place.
