It is, in fact, not any sort of wilderness at all! She seems to be inside some sort of control room. A uniformed, red-skinned man is pointing a gun of some sort at a young woman holding a glowing yellow sword.

"You're too late, Jedi," he says. "The process is already started. This world will burn, and my master will consume this galaxy!"

"At least I can make sure you won't be around to see it, Krannus," snarls the woman.

Okay, one, brief pulse of target tracking, where are any other nearby entities? Two, what the fuck is that not-quite-magic. Three, raise colorful glowing shield with one hand and draw pistol with the other.

Four, "Where. The hell am I."

No one else in the room or nearby. The not-quite-magic is very versatile, is what it is. Enhanced perception and reflexes at the very least, almost certainly other stuff.

Both sword-lady and gun-guy jerk around when they hear her voice.

"Can we maybe talk about that after I stop him from blowing up the planet and everyone on it?"

The man with the gun just starts shooting red bolts of energy at Gren. Ana takes the opportunity to rush him.

The shield absorbs the bolts, but they're hitting alarmingly hard.

Since that man is clearly the aggressor, let's return fire. She shoots while twisting around in the air - this may become a problem, even dogfighting-type Steelwings are designed for open-air and just aren't maneuverable enough for a room. She shoves the gun sharply down with telekinesis, and tries making it too hot to hold if that doesn't work.

Krannus avoids her return fire, and lets the blaster fall to the floor when it gets hot. He draws a short blade, and engages Ana, who has gotten close enough to make aiming tricky. The two of them begin a ridiculously fast fencing match, but it's quickly apparent that Ana has the upper hand.

...She takes deep breaths, attempts to maneuver so the guy is between her and Ana, and looks for an opening. Chain lightning is not nearly precise enough. Aether blade? She's not sure if it would be a barrier the way the glowing swords block each other.

She watches. If there's an opening, she impales his arm or leg with a spear of light that somehow manages to be white, black, green, red, every color at once.

Krannus has his back to a wall, and Ana is moving around all over the place. Her sword shears through his wrist and his blade falls to the ground with a clatter. She follows up with a thrust to the chest, and he collapses.

She deactivates her lightsaber and clips it back onto her belt in one smooth motion. She steps around the body and starts looking over the console he was blocking.

...That is not a human. And she is not a Witch. And there is some really weird technology(?) here.

She doesn't freak out. Freaking out in the face of unexpected things gets you killed. She does hover near the ceiling, tense and alert and confused but not actively hostile, gun drawn, ready to spray lightning if necessary, and starts trying to figure out how to copy the... Thing, with her spare attention.

Ana is focusing on the console. She pulls out her comlink and plugs it into an open port.

"T7, I'm patching you into the system. Tell me what I need to do to stop this." A series of beeps and whistles come out of the speaker. Ana starts pressing buttons and inputting commands, apparently following directions. Angry whistle. "What! No, I'm doing exactly what y-" Angry sliding whistle. Beepbeep. "Fine. Fine!" More buttons. She is not visibly paying attention to Gren at all.

The Thing seems to be a kind of pervasive energy field that's stronger around living things. If you have the right sort of sensitivity, you can manipulate the field into performing all kinds of tricks. Telekinesis and energy manipulation and physical enhancements and precognition and low-grade telepathy and emotion-sensing and probably more. Ana is currently boosting her senses to keep track of Gren's position and disposition without looking at her.

Well, she is getting more and more twitchy by the moment, and considering trying to blast her way out of here. But, unknown technology, unknown powerful person who's keeping track of her, she's already close to empty on mana, where the hell did Lytee send her and why does this kind of thing always happen to me no shut up brain stay alert for the probably-not-crazy person.

She stows the half-empty revolver and draws a second one, and takes no other action.

Ana continues to be mostly absorbed in stopping the planet from blowing up! After about another minute and a half, she gives a cry of triumph.

"Ha-HA! YES! Once again, Ana triumphs over puny technology!" Beeeeeep beep whistle. "With the help of her trusty sidekick T7!" she hastily amends, pulling the comlink out of the console and stowing it away. She turns around to face Gren and smiles at her, holding up empty hands.

"So, hi! I didn't recognize your language earlier, can you understand me?"

Judging by the gibberish she replies with, the answer is apparently 'no'.

She's tired and alarmingly confused and freaking out about having participated in killing someone and considering all sorts of drastic things and worried about something. But. Talking. Is a good start. She talks unintelligibly for a few moments.

Right then. Ana pulls out her comlink, and instructs T7 to begin running a translation module. She points at herself.

"My name is Ana." Point to Gren, question face. "What is your name?"

The gun's safety clicks closed and it goes in a holster. "Gren. I am Grendyne Nylund. Ana? Is?" Which of those two is her name, and which is a connecting word?

Point at self. "Ana." Wave. "Hello, Gren."

"Hello..." Her speeder thing lands, with a clear cessation of effort. She was holding it up. She glances at the fallen person(?)... Asking questions won't help yet. So, translation. Point. "Ana is ana. Ana is ana." Point at self. "I am Gren." 

"Yes. Ana is Ana. Gren is Gren. That," point, "is speeder?"

"This is Steelwing." ...Maybe her illusions could speed this up. Blurry bar of metal. "Steel." Smeared vaguely bird-wing-ish shape. "Wing." 

This sort of basic exchange could go on for a fair while with the use of miming and illusions and pointing at things. Gren doesn't seem to understand any of the technology here, and she is actually really tired and not very good at learning right now. She forces the exhaustion into the back of her mind. She's used to it.

Illusions will help! The Jedi have very good translation software, and before long, Ana's voice echoes back out of the comlink, intelligible to Gren.

"I think that should be enough. Can you understand this?"

You can't get vocabulary from nowhere. But presumably the translator will fill in the gaps as time passes. "Yes... Mostly. Where am I? Who was that guy? He was clearly attacking, but you gave no mercy... I was supposed to be teleported to fight a Neuroi, but appeared here."

"You are in a Rakata control center, on a planet called Belsavis. That guy was Executor Krannus, a personal servant of the Sith Emperor. He wanted to kill everyone on the planet to kickstart a ritual the Emperor is planning on doing that will end all life in the galaxy. I've tried to get him to back down on that before, but he was pretty stubborn about the whole death-cult thing he had going. I have no idea what a Neuroi is, or why you're here instead of fighting it."

"...Everyone. On the entire planet. Good job then. Neuroi want to kill everyone on my planet." Here, have an illusion of a black thing somewhat reminiscent of a spaceship in general form and size. "...What's a galaxy?"

"Wow, that looks kind of terrifying. A galaxy is this big cluster of stars in space, I think there's like four hundred billion in ours? But only like a quarter of a percent of that have habitable systems."

"So what you're saying is there is more than one planet."

"I suppose I am, yes. Is this new information?"

Ana herself has known that there was more than one planet for the entirety of her conscious life, and has in fact never met anyone who hasn't. She is puzzled.

Gren will be over here reeling about this apparent revelation of the structure of the universe. "...Except I have no idea where I actually am. If the rules are the same. And Lytee's the one who teleported me, I can't do it myself. You clearly have much better technology than we do, at least."

"You can do teleportation? We can't do teleportation. We do do maps though, let's go look at one and see if you can find something recognizable."

Ana starts walking out of the control room. There is apparently a whole complex, but Ana picks her way confidently, occasionally stepping over a corpse or a droid with neatly cauterized holes and/or stumps.

Gren follows, hovering on her Steelwing. "What's with the metal things?"

"Those are droids. They're- hm. You don't really have a word for them, I think. Mechanical servants? They're not alive but they can do some stuff people can do."

"Clever. Very shiny stuff you have, I think the best we've got is trains. I feel obligated to say that if it turns out you're actually evil I'll be really ticked off. I don't know, I couldn't understand what that guy was saying and I just got here."

"I am one hundred percent on the side of the people who don't want to extinguish all life in the galaxy to fuel their creepy immortality, I promise! Maybe we can send some shiny stuff home with you, once we figure out where that is."

And now they've made it outside. Ana uses her comlink to call in her ship to pick them up. It's very quiet for something so big, as it slowly descends from above.

Gren is extremely alarmed. She flies off at top speed! And returns sheepishly when the large flying thing proves to be a ship of some kind, not a Neuroi.

"Oh! Sorry. I probably should have warned you about that. Uh, come on in."

Ana goes up the ramp that was lowered from the side of the ship and opens the exterior airlock door.

"I'm probably going to twitch at lots of things. And then be amazed by them once I get out of, er, combat mode."

"As long as your twitch reaction stops at 'run away' and doesn't escalate to 'kill the thing' I think it'll be fine."

Airlock: cycles. The inside door pops open. A short, cylindrical droid rolls into sight, beeping excitedly.

"I told you I'd be fine, T7. You worry too much." Wheep bleep beep. "Yes, this is the one we did the translation module for. Her name is Gren. Gren, this is T7-01."

The droid warbles something short and cheerful.

"Hello, T7." She's just going to treat this droid like it's a human transformed into something. Those happen, time to time, by request or by act of malice. "I don't understand you directly." She does look around at this apparent ship, not really knowing what to look for. What do the ships on her planet even have, besides sails? "Uh, I am actually on the verge of falling asleep. Fights are exhausting for Witches, especially extended battles, and I've been in three and a half in the last day and a half, now."

"Well, it's going to take about thirty hours to get back to Tython from here, so you've got time to catch up on your sleep. Bunks are this way, follow me."

Here is a room with several beds.

"Take your pick, they're all the same. I'm going to go get us on our way then take care of some miscellaneous stuff. I'll try not to be too loud."

"Thank you for the hospitality." She sets the Steelwing down somewhere out of the way, plucks fuses from bombs and unloads revolvers almost mechanically, drinks from a canteen, and doesn't even bother taking off the outer coat of her uniform before flopping into one of the bunks.

Ana goes to the helm, fires off a quick "mission complete" to the Council, and sets course for Tython. She does some quiet maintenance tasks on the other side of the ship from where Gren is sleeping. She catches a quick nap herself. She runs through some quiet combat exercises. Finally, faced with the prospect of not being able to put it off any longer, she sits down and starts those meditative focus drills they've been hounding her about.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. She was bone-tired

When she does eventually wake up, she figures out the bathroom, has a drink of water, then starts searching for food.

"Oh good, you're awake. Here. I had this earpiece programmed with your translation module." Ana passes over a small device. "The speaker bit goes in your ear, and the rest clips over the back."

"Useful." Device gets placed. "So... What happens now? Other than hopefully breakfast and since I'm not on flight readiness since this isn't a UDF ship, I should probably get rid of my weapons. They're probably less useful and more unstable than yours."

"Breakfast is definitely a thing that can happen!" Bustle bustle plates of food! "How d'you mean unstable?"

"I already pulled the fuses from my bombs, but if I had left them armed... They have a tendency to explode on their own after a few days. I don't know how they're made, just how to use them. Sorry for bringing bombs onto your ship, I was too tired to think about it yesterday."

"Um. Do you mind if I send T7 to analyze one of them and figure out if it's going to explode? Explosions on spaceships are generally a bad thing."

"Not at all, please do. I only have them because I was supposed to be going into combat, by the way. They're very good at distracting Neuroi."

Ana comms her astromech to inform him of his new task.

"What exactly is a Neuroi?"

"Some sort of aliens. They appeared and created a giant storm and started attacking everything. Black and red, flying, from about half the size of this ship to hundreds of times bigger, regenerating from anything short of total destruction. They can fire devastatingly powerful red energy beams. We tried to talk to them, even some Witches whose magic is talking to people, but either they aren't talking back or they can't understand. Most of one continent and bits of two others are empty of human life, burning craters and all, by now. It's been... Twenty-five-ish years, I think, before they showed up."

"That sounds bad. I've never heard of any aliens like that. I guess evacuation isn't an option?"

"We don't have space ships. We barely have ocean ships. If this ship can fly there, or if Lytee can somehow summon up enough mana to teleport it, evacuation is still infeasible with two billion people living there. Where would we even go?"

"The galaxy's a big place. But two billion is probably more than we could spare the ships to move." This is upsetting to Ana. "There has to be something we could do. Let's see if we can find your world. What's it like? Climate, geography, I guess you probably don't know much about the rest of the system."

She pulls up a holomap of the galaxy.

"The star is yellow... I think. About two thirds water. One moon that's about the size of a fingertip held at arm's length. Ice caps... Three or four major landmasses depending if you count the narrow parts as connecting properly..." She draws a crude globe-illusion and tries to answer narrowing questions, but she doesn't really know her planet's characteristics all that well.

Ana can rule out places that already have major technology. Combining that with the other criteria Gren is able to specify, they come up with a relatively short list of possible candidates.

None of the continents on any match.

"Hm. I guess we can check the Archives once we get to Tython, that has the most complete map I know of."

"Right. A more complete map has a chance."

She shakes her head. Don't think about it. "So! I can smell power coming off you. You're not a Witch, though, we work differently." She's not directly asking a question here, but it's definitely implied.

"Work... differently? What's a Witch do if you don't use the Force?"

"Well, well call it magic, or mana. It does flight, light, shields, and blasts, and one extra thing per Witch. Mine is copying. It's how I can tell you're something else."

"Copying? You can copy Force sensitivity? That should be impossible."

"It takes constant effort to keep up. The extra stuff goes away if I run out of mana or lose focus. Can I prove it somehow?"

"Activate it, or whatever, and I'll see if I can sense it on you."

So she takes a deep breath and casts.

...It's not quite the same thing. If it's a coherent concept to have just half of force sensitivity, that's what she has.

"Okay that is really weird. And I am definitely not qualified to understand it. You can turn it off again."

She relaxes. "It probably matters that what I do is more like imitation than outright copying. But anyway."

"Some of the Masters will probably want to see you do that. Does your copy-thing come with knowing how to do stuff or do you have learn from scratch?"

"Little bit of both? I can feel - weird abilities from people around me. Some parts of it is obvious, like raising your hand to reach something on a shelf. Most of it is more like doing card tricks: I have to watch for a while to get it. And usually I never quite get all of what someone can do."

"What sorts of abilities have you picked up?"

"I forget them eventually... Teleporting in line of sight, things up to a ton or so. Various kinds of illusions, telekinesis, extra or enhanced senses, healing, an extremely powerful voice, sort of comms network where everyone can talk to everyone, chain lightning, energy weapons but I don't know how much they're like the glowy swords... Oh, and invisibility. Probably some more stuff later. It's almost like muscle memory, I can usually remember how to do something if I remember I can."

"That's a pretty varied list. What have you picked up about the Force?"

"I can detect a thing that is everywhere, especially near living things. I'm pretty sure I can do stuff with or to it but I'm not going to try that until I spend time practicing interpreting the mess. I don't have automatic reactions to or understanding of new senses... Though I did start to get better at interpreting them after the third or tenth kind of synesthesia."

"Yeah, that sounds like the Force. I don't think I'd be very much help with interpreting it. I have a more, um, instinctual relationship with it."

"And I don't need to learn it yesterday or face the prospect of someone dying because I wan't good enough, at least for now. I'll probably just... If I can get home we need your tech. If I can't, that sounds like as good of an excuse as any to take a break from war."

"We've kind of got a war going on here too. But it's less immediately life or death than your thing." Ana's comlink beeps. She looks down at it. "T7 says that your bombs are amazingly primitive and there's no good way to store them safely. Is it okay with you if we just de-explosivize them?"

"Yes, that's fine. And I kind of expected them to be amazingly primitive to you. He? Should go ahead and get the guns, too."

"Okay. Catch that, T7?" Beeeep.

"If you're trying to figure out what pronouns droids take, 'he' is fine for T7. Most take 'it', but my little guy hasn't had a memory wipe for like a hundred years so he's developed a bit of a personality."

"Uh, not to sound like a stupid foreigner, but how smart are they? Do they count as people? Memory wipes are a pretty shitty thing to have happen to you..."

"Some droids are smarter than others. I'm not really an expert on this stuff, but I'm pretty sure most droids aren't people. The standard is a wipe every, um, six to eight months? And ones that are wiped on a schedule don't really ever have a personality."

"Okay. It's not like I know anything about technology to contradict you, but there's famous stories of evil Witches trapping people in the form of rocks, or turned into a duck, or things like that. That's why I asked."

"I don't think I'd like to be a rock. That isn't something you know how to do, right?"

"No, transforming is rare and nasty-hard. Met someone who could change peoples' natural hair color once, but I can't copy it unless I'm standing next to them."

"Okay then. You said Witches had, like, baseline powers? Flight and shields and I forget what else?"

"Some extra strength and toughness if we push it, and manalights, which become mana blasts if you use enough at once. What kind of stuff can the Force do?"

"Enhanced speed and reflexes. Telekinesis. Enhanced strength. Better senses. A sort of empathy-thing, I can tell if you're feeling strong emotions. Uh, what else. Mind stuff, I've never been very good at that. Limited precognition. Some people get full-on visions of the future."

"Mind stuff. Give me a minute to remember how-to mental defense, okay?"

"I said I'm not good at it! But yeah, go ahead."

"42nd wing has a tracker special, so they send us to hunt down particularly dangerous criminals, especially criminal Witches, that regular police can't catch once in a while. One of them could bend your thoughts around. Our captain had to kill her to keep her from making us kill each other. I felt slimy for weeks, after that." She closes her eyes, thinking.

"That is not something a Jedi would ever do."

The Sith, on the other hand... Ana will let her guest concentrate.

After a couple of minutes, she lets out a deep breath. "I'll read over my notes on it later, but that's as good as I'm going to get it without visiting the one who can do mind-shields again. I can't share it, though she could."

"Shareable mind-shields? How good are they? And how many of them could she do?"

"She can cover two whole strike wings, against a Neuroi psychic screech, but usually only five or six against another Witch with mind-affecting magic. She needs line of sight and relative proximity. You think you've got a use for her?"

"The Emperor, the boss of that guy who tried to blow up the planet, is very effective at mind control. We're working on a plan to remove him. If your friend could shield some people who aren't so great at blocking control themselves, that would help considerably."

"We're really more like comrades. I haven't seen her for a year and a half. I'm not even sure if she's still alive, to be honest, attrition of relatively green Witches is pretty bad around Neuroi."

"If we find your planet and I survive the Emperor, I am going to go there and kill Neuroi."

A chiming sound plays over the intercom.

"Oh. We've arrived. I have to go land the ship."

Gren follows curiously. How does one operate a flying vehicle?

By means of a bewilderingly complicated array of buttons, levers, and blinking lights. Ana performs an action that causes the stretched-out starlines to snap back into single points and a planet to suddenly appear directly ahead of them.

This place looks a bit like a train control cabin. She didn't understand that either.

"I should probably learn about your tech at some point... I was a bit too busy to pick up the finer points of mine, back home, and even if I wasn't I bet my education's in a sorry state."

T7 rolls in and beeps a complicated melody.

"Slugthrowers, really? Yeah, if your weapons are a good indication of your general tech level we've got some things to catch you up to. But on the other hand, your magic seems pretty versatile."

"Our magic goes away as we get older, and mine in particular is unusually versatile. But yeah, it's useful. We only really started in on tech two dozen years ago when the bloody Church just about collapsed in the wake of the Neuroi. I think we've made decent progess, going from horse-drawn carriages and couriers and bow and arrow to steam trains and telegraphs and 'slugthrowers'."

"It goes away? How does that work?"

Ana is not actually piloting the ship down to the surface, but bringing it in to dock with an orbiting station which has just come into visual range.

"We don't know. Ten years ago we didn't know why some people get smallpox and others don't, and now we know it's pathogens. So maybe we'll figure it out eventually."

"Maybe it'll turn out to be reversible." Ana aligns the ship with the docking tube, and it locks into place with a thunk. "We'll have to transfer to a shuttle for the trip down, they don't have any landing pads that will fit this ship. You can grab your stuff and meet us at the airlock. Come on, T7."

She's a bit confused about how things fly in space, it didn't quite feel right. Maybe it's just the lack of wind and acceleration.

But, "Sure, be right there." And she gathers her stuff, hefting it all over one shoulder in a way that makes it look effortless, and goes to the airlock.

Ana pops the door open when Gren gets there. "This way." The station corridors are clean and brightly lit.

"You have enough metal and whatever the other stuff is, to make whole ships and space-buildings out of it. Sorry, I'm just going to be continuously amazed for a while."

"You're coming from a place where steam engines are a recent invention. I think you're entitled to a little amazement."

Here is the shuttle they will take to the surface, sitting in a bay of its own all bright and shiny. Ana greets the pilot with a wave, and gets in the back and sits on one of the couches.

Gren will follow, again setting her big speeder-like thing down on the surface where it looks like it will do the least damage.

"Glowing swords, flying superfast ships, droids, apparently medical stuff and other weapons, what else is there?"

"Probably lots, but I've been around this stuff my whole life. I'm not sure what's remarkable and what isn't!"

"Guess I'll learn sooner or later. I'll want to visit a library, probably."