I'm sick of these M F'ing Snakes on this M F'ing Astral Plane

Off in the great expanse were silver tubes that appeared to be some sort of cloud.  They also floated far below.  Beyond that large red discs spun round and round.  Everything around them pulsed as their senses turned into overload.  Sounds came in waves both visible and physical.  Color seemed to have deeper meaning as they pulsed to an unknown beat.  The sound of coins rattling in a pocket seemed to be only a foot away but it was clearly coming from a far of distance.
     In another direction a tropical island topped with an upside down tree was swaying like a pendulum. 
     "Remember," Tear's voice rang through their skulls, "you must move through thought."
     A flash of light broke out somewhere to the left.  Coins and armor fell out of nowhere and onto nothing.  Behind it tumbled two more forms who continued to fall until they disappeared. 
     Shouts rang out causing them to face the opposite direction.  Dark shapes formed on the horizon.
     "What is that?" Fox's thought rang out.
     Tear stopped immediately.
     "This is an opportunity I can not miss."  Tear turned to face the crew.  "You can stay here if you like."  With Victran the Drow in tow he floated off to face the shapes in the distance. 
     Without hesitation Phae and Auren set off in chase causing the rest of the group to follow course.  As the closed the gap the shapes began to take a human form.  There was one in front and two in back.  It did not sound like a happy group.  The shapes began to fad in and out of sight as they grew closer, their forms appeared to be blinking in and out of the plane.  They soon realized that the two behind were chasing the one in front.  Words became audible.
     "Plane walkers assistance." 
     "Plane Walkers."
     "This is not your business."
     The two in back fired bursts at the one in the front.
     "Stand back, they are chasing down a Gith slave." Tear's orders leaped through their heads.
     With a quickness beyond comprehension Tear blinked forward to meet the oncoming concern. 
     "This one will come with me."  he held his position with arms crossed.
     "There are other plane walkers approaching."  hissed the creatures.
     "Plane Walker Tear," they screeched, "what is your business here?"
     "None of yours." he replied as the escapee caught up with him.  The two stopped and glared.
     "He is but one." they recoiled.  "We will recover him.  You will be back with your precious silver strand and we will cut it.  You will never have safety in the plane." 
     The new figure warily backed away from his tormentors until he rested behind the physical manifestation of Tear.

Enter Dahktor Yangyu