They crater some jungle. It smokes. Birds flee in all directions.

Callida takes a little while to painfully peel herself off of the floor, then barks, "Status report?" None of her crew's dead, she would have noticed, but she's a bit too shaken up to have a good immediate grasp of the situation.

  "I'm feeling such an affinity with soup right now," mutters Deenia, grumpily. "Fine. Ish. For the record: ow."

  "All of my things are broken!" wails Doctor Gelrath, sounding like he'd rather be a casualty.

  "I'm all right. Running a diagnostic on the ship's systems now," says Envee, in a smooth mechanical voice. A droid swears loudly in binary after her, so rapid and indignant that it's honestly hard for Callida to catch everything. She's pretty sure that the ship isn't doing great, and that TN-R13 is very unhappy about it. Well. That doesn't bode well. At least both of her droids are all right.

"Get me a list of what you need to fix it and an ETA on how long it'll take. And if it's worth the trouble. Do we know where we are?"

  "Most of the delicate instruments on the outside got crisped, best I've got is looking out the window. There's, uh, some trees?"

"Atmosphere composition?"

  There's a pause, then Envee chimes in: "Breathable. Tentatively non-toxic."

"Great. Then I'm going to have a look around outside, see what the damage is."

The outside airlock door is - well, it's a little melted. Callida quietly adjusts her odds for salvaging the ship. She unceremoniously lightsabers open the door and exits.

Jungle, somewhat the worse for wear. Enough trees fell over that she can see more than fifteen feet in most directions, which based on the density past the effect of her impact wasn't the case a minute ago.

Way over there, far enough to have been rattled but not damaged, is a four-story house.

"There's a building. Envee, please stand by for translation, I'm going to go knock on the front door."

  "Yes."

A Sith showing up at one's house is bound to be more than a little alarming, but at this point Callida doesn't really think it's worth the trouble to try and disguise it. Maybe she could manage to get herself and her crew into suitable disguises, but her ship is obviously of Imperial make, and uh. It's not like she can move it or make the giant flaming wreck less noticeable. This way, everyone will be very excited to send her on her way as quickly as possible.

She locates the front door, and she knocks politely.

A little old man who looks like a human with purple hair answers the door tentatively and blinks at her.

Oh, that's promising, a near-human subspecies is much more likely to speak Basic.

"Hello," she says politely, looking like crashing out of the sky is the most natural and ordinary thing in the world. "I apologize for the disturbance. Do you speak Basic?"

...he does not. He says something in Definitely Not Basic.

Damn. It was worth a shot.

She retrieves her comlink. "Local looks like a human with purple hair, probable human subspecies. Does not speak Basic. Envee?"

  "... I don't recognize it. Etymology doesn't immediately sound familiar either, but I'd need to hear more to say. Ask him to say something else?"

Callida obligingly holds up the comlink and motions for the little old man to please say something else.

...he says something else.

  "Still not recognizing anything, it doesn't seem to have any roots in the likeliest candidates. I'd have an easier time figuring it out in person."

"Acknowledged. Send your system diagnostic to TN if you haven't already, then I'll come by to pick you up. Deenia, please see Gelrath for any injuries, and then help TN with surveying the damage. Gelrath, inventory of which of your things are and are not broken, then do the same. Once we're sure the ship won't explode, please prioritize the communications and sensor array. I want to know where we are."

She motions for the purple-haired man to wait, then begins the journey back to the now defunct airlock. She doesn't have much trouble with the uneven and debris-littered terrain, but Envee almost certainly would. It might just be better to carry her.

The purple-haired man... waits. But with the door closed so the air conditioning doesn't escape.

Reasonable.

She retrieves Envee, ending up carrying her to the door, and then knocks a second time.

He opens the door. ...he blinks at the robot.

"Hello," says Envee pleasantly, bowing her shiny metal head in greeting. Then she repeats one of his sentences back to him.

Purple man furrows purple eyebrows.

Clearly a protocol droid is not a familiar sight. She demonstrably says a few sentences in very different languages, then starts attempting to construct rudimentary sentences in the purple man's language, motioning for him to speak more.

...he calls a sentence into the house.

A younger man with blue hair pops out of the next room.

Envee inclines her head to the blue haired man politely. She motions towards herself and Callida, then inside; asking to bet let in.

Blue haired man smiles and motions them in!

In they both go! While she's letting Envee do the talking, Callida is clearly in charge; her bearing speaks volumes.

Envee attempts hopeful sentence structure again. She would really like to figure out what this language's deal is.

Blue haired man is more talkative than purple haired man.

Then Envee will very rapidly get the hang of this language!

That's really impressive!

Blue haired man's name is Sondayo Insho and he is pleased to meet them and glad they didn't crash any farther to the left, is everyone aboard okay?

Protocol droid! She has a perfect memory for vocabulary and grammar structure, perfect pronunciation, and a very complete idea of how languages are structured. She's cheating very hard.

They're pretty happy they didn't crash any farther to the left, too. Everyone's all right.