Meanwhile, universes away, as a group of young superheroes takes another leap across dimensions - 

A shadow reaches out to snag the last one just as she passes through the portal. Liminal spaces like this are often full of their little dangers, after all, and cracks are meant to be slipped through.

The girl screams as the joined worlds dissolve around her - 

And then she's falling, stars flashing past her - 

And she's elsewhere, unable to orient herself enough to start flying before she hits the ground.

Her apparently identical twin lands on top of her.

Legate is in cover on the far side of her bike with her blaster aimed almost before she processes the sudden appearance of the two. Her finger is tight on the trigger, but she doesn't fire yet. They came out of, quite literally, nowhere. Strange clothing, but they don't appear armed or heavily armored. It would be best to avoid a loud fight, if possible. That sort of thing tends to draw the raks.

"...The fuck just happened," the second wonders, standing and looking around warily. She spots Legate and narrows her eyes.

The first seems more concerned with the second. "Jet! You're okay!"

Their clothes are indeed strange. The first is wearing a dark blue skin tight suit with panels that shimmer with stars and orange piping. The second - Jet, apparently - has a similar suit of white with bright blue lightning bolts.

She holsters her pistol and stands, light gray flak vest and drab fatigues acting as effective camouflage against the environment without looking like that's their purpose.

"I don't know where you two came from, but keep it down. The wildlife's a bit hostile, if you didn't know."

"Sorry, and yeah, didn't know," she says, much quieter. To Jet: "There's a lot that's happened, I'll explain later?" And back to Legate: "Do you know where this is in relation to universe 616? I was passing between - uh, somewhere in the ten thousands, and an unnumbered one, but if I can get to 616 I can figure stuff out?"

"...Uh. No. I don't."

Crap, she really shouldn't be trying to world-hop anyways but it's worse if she doesn't know where she's going...

"Huh. Ah, sorry I was rude - I'm Wiccan. I guess we're stuck here for a bit?" At least until she finds this universe's sorcerer supreme, or some other dimensional expert. Or her team finds her, she guesses.

"Wiccan. And... Jet? You can call me Legate. Welcome to Taris, I guess. For whatever that's worth. What brings you to- this neck of the multiverse?"

"I was investigating a theft and got grabbed by a shadow in a suit. Then I was here."

"...That was a couple of months ago. I was looking for Jet, and something grabbed me. Shadows, I guess? Didn't really see it. So I guess somewhere between 'we don't know' and 'something is fucking with us'?"

"Shadows, huh? That's kind of creepy."

She's not sure the local believes her. Whatever. 

"So, what's up with the hostile wildlife?"

"Taris is home to a particularly nasty contagion called the rak virus. Those it infects undergo a monstrous transformation and become completely feral. These rakghouls tend to travel in packs, dislike the sun, and are drawn to loud noises. They're fairly difficult to kill, and if you get bitten, you'll turn into one."

"...Yeah that sounds bad." She can unreliably make things dead if she's very angry, especially if the thing she wants dead isn't a person, but that's not something she wants to test with zombies. "Is there - can walls keep them out?" She doesn't know if Taris is the planet or a region on the planet, too...

"Sure. Not many intact ones left, though. Nearest base is about a hundred kilometers in that direction. Dunno if I'd go there dressed like that, though. Those military guys are kind of uptight."

She shrugs. "What's normal here? Stuff like your outfit?"

"More or less. Though I've seen some parties on Nar Shaddaa where you wouldn't be out of place."

"Heh. Spandex isn't too weird... Still. I want to be holding clothes."

The last sentence feels oddly heavy.

And she's holding some. It looks like two sets, one in mostly orange and blue, one black.

...Huh.

"Nice trick."

She hands the black set to Jet. She seems to have literally copied and palette swapped Legate's clothes - with a few modifications, due to a mix of personal taste and just visualizing something a bit different.

"Thanks! Took a while to figure, for the longest time whenever I wanted beads I'd get bears..."

"Uh anyways if you need help with the zombie things I can probably make a decent shelter?"

"I wasn't intending to stay here."

"Since we are extremely lost, uh, anywhere we can tag along to? At least until I've told Jet what's been happening and we know what's up with this universe?"