It's a backwater planet of the Imperium, doing backwater planet of the Imperium things, such as agriculture and starvation.
And on it, there is a backwater Imperium boy, who showed some kindness to a weird stranger, injured and badly lost - rather much more kindness than what the Imperial Faith would recommend.
The stranger turned out to be from far away indeed. And much more wealthy and capable, in his strangerly business, than you would realize by looking.
A woman in strange, vaguely military but unimistakably foreign clothing, smiling confidently.
And a statue of something like a woman, twice a human in size, only very vaguely resembling a Saint Celestine figurine from a local church, hovering slightly above the ground and neutral in expression.
''Relax, Wilian. We're here to help you. More than you. You've made some unexpectedly rich friends, it would seem.''
Wilian is not inclined to relax in the presence of unexpectedly appearing saints?? xenos?? witches?? and one of them is a statue??
He is inclined to back off, shaking slightly.
Elinas... did tell Wilian some things. About how ''he would see it that Wilian personally, his planet, and his whole damn galaxy were freed from the absolute clusterfuck that this universe is chock-full of!''
Obviously, Wilian took it as a serious and sincere expression of desire, but he could not at all imagine that it was anything but an expression of desire. Elinas was a nobody like him - more than him. And its not like anything about anything was even really allowed to change, but by the will of the Emperor Himself or by the desires of his enemies.
''Uh... um...''
He stopped backing off, but fear is still the overwhelming response. You don't even need to be absurdly good at psionics to be able to tell.
''Alright, listen... do you want to be scared less? It would really help everyone here.''
If you are absurdly good at psionics, it works smoothly is how it works.
Wilian is not scared anymore and he doesn't even hear something like a distant song.
“Hi, Wilian,“ says a second voice, appearing out of nowhere.
Being just stripped of fear, Wilian takes the voice from out of nowhere (out of the statue?) in stride.
Fear is now replaced by awkwardness, suspicious curiosity, and general exhaustion. Wilian was not in the middle of doing work, but he was only recently finished.
“Who is taking? Are you the saint-statue?“
“I am the statue, yes.“ The saintly status is debatable, but from the still-fairly-tentative modeling and simulation, as well as from general accumulated experience, it might be unwise to draw attention to such things, and silence does not constitute a lie in the relevant sense. Other general introductions - like ''I am a mercenary'' or ''I am a sociologist'' have already been ran and tested, if on the time-constrained and mercenary-contract-constrained information within the context of a fairly novel system of physical laws, and the projected effects do not appear very conductive, like talking before adjusting the fear response wouldn't have been. Restrictions are frustrating, but in some ways are also a joy to work around. For right now, the task is going to be navigating the conversation around further unproductive clarifications, and all the way down to a sort of conclusion where Odyssey and Oracle would have their hands tied the least amount. The galaxy will really take some doing.
Oracle is very good at her job, though, and what she have seen from this planet seems very promising.
To Odyssey - [From the data so far, it's hard to tell if I should go on being a statue on this one. I know you like the look, but the local humans seem wildly xenophobic, and looking either totally human or entirely inanimate would probably be advantageous.]
(it takes much less time to backchannel than it looks.)
To Oracle - [Aww, bummer. Although, in this case, I am not sure how much we should visibly interact with the locals at all. What do you think about doing an another exciting hovering-in-orbits-doing-fuckall-physically adventure?]
(it does not take long to process and send back at all either. there is more than one person absurdly good at psionics here.)
To Odyssey - [Hah (7*). We will see, it's still hard to really tell anything.]
*the number of iterations where this joke being reacted to appeared beforehand. Human personalities are strange - if you predict all of their jokes and do not react to them at all, the will imagine you dour, but if you predict all of their jokes and laugh anyway and they think about it enough, they will imagine you insincere, even if you have been diligently impanted with a sense of humor and it was funny the first time. Hanging a lampshade helps, for some indescribable human reason reasons Oracle understands perfectly well thank you very much she is actually really good at what she does.
''...Okay. Who are you two? What kinds of things are you?''
''I'm Odyssey. This is Oracle. We... were sent here to help you, and other people too, broadly speaking. Solve some problems.''
To Oracle - [Not telling him about anything really substantial about us, right? Or does the xenophobia bit not apply to Wilian?]
To Odyssey - [Mhm. I'm steering this interaction towards scanning and then quickly evacuating him, care to get the script streamed into you?]
''Your galaxy is in constant peril, right? Well, your kindness towards Elinas have stirred some things, and we have been sent from on high to help. We have been sent to fight.''
This is extremely misleading, of course. But not untrue or harmful for the listener. In essence, this is what many human civilizations call courtesy and politeness.