Najzei can identify all the plants but not all of the stones; he'll produce commentary on the shapes and colors of the rocks if Briseadh wants though.

Eventually they come into view of a town with more to it than the farming village whence they came. It's bustling with pretty people - adults, not one single child anywhere - but it's still quite low-tech and low-density as towns go for all that it must be ten times the size of the village.

Najzei starts stopping random people to ask them questions in the local langauge.

Study time. How much can he understand the local language yet?

Probably not much. He has a vocabulary that mostly consists of plants and simple verbs. But he can stand there and look helpful or not that hard to feed.

Pretty soon he's going to have to figure out how to survive here as more than a pitiable guest.

After the fourth time Najzei talks to a random townie, they are led by the fourth random townie to a house! Random townie knocks on the door of the house, introduces Najzei to the household member, and fucks off. Najzei and the household member have a conversation. They are not talking slowly to be understood by Briseadh and are also mostly not discussing rocks and plants.

What he needs is to know what these people expect from him. He can't get that from "walk" and "maize." That leaves him feeling indebted and in need of help, both things which make him angry. 

He's too tired to feel angry.

For now he waits and watches and draws on the force to keep himself standing upright. He is going to look around the place for evidence there's some task he could help with. Broken data ports maybe, or wood that needs split.

Nothing about his surroundings suggest that data ports exist. There is actually a pile of firewood he could maybe make progress on, but before he can get underway at that or even mime that he'd like to,

there coalesces, out of thin air, a young woman - maybe a mature looking fifteen? - and the person in the house hands her a dress, because she appeared naked, and she puts that on over her head and then turns and smiles at Briseadh and says in perfect Basic, "Hi! What brings you here?"

. . . Nope, he's got no ideas how that works. He's heard of objects being passed through the force but never a whole person. The spatial rend that brought him here was a lot noisier than that and  much less targeted. He's understood intent, but not been able to speak a new language. 

Why is he always playing catchup?

"I came here seeking a place to recover and regain my strength, and perhaps grow stronger. I didn't know I was coming here, only that I would be somewhere other than where I was."

Then comes the part that hurts to say.

"I lost a fight, and needed an escape."

That's over with. Is now the time to say the other part, the one that makes people mad? Maybe later.

"Where am I?"

"The town's Oatsfield and the round is called Papertree. How'd you travel?" says the new person. "You're - Briseadh? I'm Shimyamei."

"I tried to do a hyperspace jump without a starship, just the hyperdrive and the force. I don't think anyone's ever tried that and survived to tell about it but I was out of better ideas. I was on Mustafar before I jumped."

The hyperdrive didn't even come with him, so it's not like he can do that again. 

"Yes, I'm Briseadh. Do you use titles, or do I just call you Shimyamei?"

"Just Shimyamei is fine. Shimyamei the third if you're being formal. I don't know what you mean by a starship; is that like a sail? Is Mustafar another round? I also don't know what a hyperdrive is, or the force as opposed to a force."

They may have more than language differences going on. He must have wound up in some really backwater planet in the outer rim if they don't even know what starships are. That's going to make getting off planet really hard.

"A starship is a vehicle that's all closed up so the air doesn't leak out, and has ways to push against air so it can fly. The hyperdrive is a part of the ship that pushes against space so you can travel really far in a short amount of time. Mustafar is- it's a planet, is that what you mean by a round? A planet is a rock in space that goes around a star, big enough that you can stand on it and people live there. I think we're standing on one now but I don't know the name."

Now for the big one.

"The force is an energy field that connects every living thing in the universe. It responds to will, and you can use it to do things like levitate objects or get glimpses of the future. Some people are better at using it than others, and they have titles like Padawan or Master. I'm a force user. My formal title would be Darth Jurious." Well, it was, and maybe will be again. Sith traditions on promotions or expelling people from the order are a bit unspecified, but it is well established that if you try and fail to kill your apprentice then the apprentice keeps whatever title they want as long as they manage to kill you back someday. 

"I'm a stranger here and don't know how your society is organized. Am I expected to give Najzei something to trade for the food they gave me? Where did you come from and how do you know how to speak my language?"

"Does it go... underwater?... Planet sounds like it might mean a round but it might be too big to be a round and also rounds don't go around stars. We're on a round right now. I don't recognize any of what you just said but I can try to translate it to my maker and see if he recognizes it and just made a mistake or something making me...? I don't think you owe Najzei anything for the food. I was made just now a bit earlier than planned with your language thrown in."

"Most starships can go underwater but that's not the important part. Space is like underwater in that I can't breath there."

"I have no idea how big a round is. Planets vary in size but I've never been on one that I could walk across in less than a few months."

"Can you explain a little more about how you were made? When was it planned and how was my language thrown in? What's your relationship with your maker?" If it's that of a slave to their master he's about to start a revolution right here and now and damn the consequences, he's not so tired he can't get angry over that.

"Oh. I don't think we have space that isn't underwater. It definitely doesn't take months to walk all the way around any round. I've been planned for almost two centiwakes, ever since Shimyamei the Second died - the local language has pronouns for this but you don't seem to - everybody's been making sure my maker over there remembered as much as possible about her, so I'd come out as close as possible to their friend again. Most people around here are remakings, or at least attempts at them, sometimes it's hard to be sure how well it worked."

"I was made somewhat half like my mother and half like my father. I wasn't exactly what they wanted so they made a clone of me that was more like what my mother was hoping for. But I didn't have any languages when I was born, I had to learn them slowly. It sounds like your maker made you knowing a language they themselves didn't know?"

"How did Shimyamei the Second die? How was Shimyamei the First made?"

"...I don't know what mother and father mean. I'm also not sure about clone but it sounds sort of like my relationship to the past Shimyameis maybe? I wasn't born, animals do that, not people. But yes, languages are pretty easy to add to a new person even if you don't know them, it's personality and memories that are harder. Shimyamei the Second died in her sleep of old age. Shimyamei the First settled on this round from Old Spinning."

"Mother and father are- two people who work together to make a third person, for my species they're usually different kinds of people. Fathers are usually a little bigger for instance."

"How much information do you need to add a language? Do you just need like, the name of the language or something? Can you make people with other skills you don't have?" Like how to make a hyperdrive capable starship from scratch, that'd be useful.

"You mostly look like the same species as us? But we can't collaborate on a person, only one of us can make one at a time. I think the name of the language work but I don't believe anyone else is ready to make a new person now. Languages are easier than most things in that way."

"Yeah, you look like the same species as me too but there's a lot of aliens that look mostly human." Pause. "I call my species humans. What do you call yourselves?"

What does it take to make a person? I don't think I need anyone to do that but I don't know how this works. It seems a really impressive ability."

"Well, uh, in our language siuzat, but I would have said, speaking Basic, that we were humans. I guess I could just be wrong about that.

"Everyone can make people but please don't try it just to check, then you'd have a person, it takes a lot of forethought to do it well."

"Yeah, I'm not going to try that just to see if it works. I don't even know how."

Seems like he should just keep asking questions.

"Is there something special about the singing? Should I be doing that too, or is it also like making people and it's important to do right?"

"Singing's just - nice, and free, and also not that hard to make people good at. Nothing very important will happen if you sing badly, but it'll be sort of annoying."

"Huh."

"What I want is to sleep, then try and figure out how to get off this planet once I've recovered. What do you want?"

"Oh, I want to go reintroduce myself to all my friends. How long do you sleep?"