"...none of those? Are you from a sail?"

"I have not yet seen a sail."

The man squints up at the sky. "I can just barely see one there in front of that cloudbank." He points.

Briseadh squints, looking into the distance. Does that look kinda like a smudged dot? He's not going to give very useful information off of a smudged dot. 

"I'm from somewhere very far away. I got here by way I can't explain yet. Language not good."

"Has someone already made a person with your language?"

"Yes, her name Shimyamei. She not recognize way I got here."

"Then I guess we don't know about it. What does it do?"

"What does what do? Way I got here, hyperdrive?"

"Yes, that."

Oh boy.

"It takes you to a place where distance is short, you go in that place, it takes you back. Use with starship, a kind of sail. I didn't with starship which like. . . can get here but not back. Used The Force. The Force is energy connect living things and let some people do special things."

"Special things like what?" he says skeptically.

Entirely fair. 

"Sense where people are. Lift objects with no touch. See not sure future. Leave presence after death. More things, is hard to list all."

Choke people. Scar them with painful electric burns. Cloud their minds until they agree with your words.

"Sounds pretty farfetched."

It sure would. Briseadh grew up in a world where the Force was at least heard of as something someone's husband's brother's friend had seen, and he was impressed when someone used it in front of him. It's also easy to fix, and he likes using the force. Now that it looks like these wise elders aren't going to suddenly sense his presence and carve him up anyway.

He needs to be a little angry for this, but anger is never far from Briseadh's mind. Stupid old man, who isn't answering questions with anything useful. What kind of backwards planet hasn't heard of hyperdrives and calls anyone wise? These people are pointless wastes of time, maybe he should make them pay attention for once-

and with that line of thought, an uplifted hand half-clenched in a claw, and the startings of a snarl on Briseadh's face he'll pick a stone to the side of the porch and start hauling it up into the air to float between him and the old man at around chest height. There is effort showing on Briseadh's face but it's more emotional than pure exertion. 

"...that's not a living thing," objects the old man, after a minute to process his bafflement. "You said it connected living things. What living thing are you connecting to?"

Why are you questioning me old-

Briseadh makes an abrupt sideways swipe with his arm and the rock is flung to land in the yard. He takes a deep breath, forcing the anger back into its cage.

"It connects me, you, the grass, the trees. That connect makes- ropes, knots, connecting, can't see it. I can see it and pull on the rope to move rock even if rock does not have rope tied to it, because it is between other things that do have ropes."

He wants the word "web" but that didn't come up, so he does the best he can.

"So it wouldn't work if you were on a sail by yourself?"

That sounds like a question you'd ask if you were trying to figure out how to get the weird newcomer with dangerous powers into a place where their powers wouldn't work so you could murder them.

"Works less in the void between the stars but works some. If I was on a sail by myself and there were no rounds anywhere and no other people on other sails, I the last living thing, then it not work I think? And it work badly if I and you only living things and rock not close to either of us. Am I between any two rounds anywhere is the question."

It works just fine in the void between the stars actually, and if they try to get Briseadh on a sail in the middle of nowhere to kill them then they can just get a surprise. He doesn't know why it still works even if you go out to the galactic rim but it does, he assumed there are other galaxies out there and the force can work through that. Also as far as he knows it doesn't have to be actually a straight line between the two points, it's more of an emanation throughout the background of the galaxy but he's not telling them that.

and he's not totally sure to be honest 

"It doesn't matter how far apart they are?"

"A little maybe? Not much."

"Goodness. Well, you'd be right handy on a sail, then."

"Why is that?"

"It's annoying to move things around there, especially in the galley, because there's no down."