"Which planet are we on?" asks Callida, with Envee as her interpreter.

"It's called Amenta."

"Do you have a star chart available?" (This sentence gives Envee some trouble; there is a delay as she acquires the appropriate vocabulary and relays the concept. A map of the stars in the galaxy and where they are in relation to them.)

"...I'm not sure if I have one like you have in mind..." He can pull up a constellation map on a computer. And a picture of a galaxy with an arrow pointing at Amenta's star.

"It will do nicely, thank you," says Callida, snapping holos of both. The contellation map is near useless to her, but the galaxy is enough to work with. She begins gently persuading her datapad to figure out their precise location; she's familiar enough with the galaxy to guess their general location, but her computer will do a better job.

"What's your planet like?" asks Envee.

"...it's the only one I've ever been on. I'm sure you can tell it's got an atmosphere. What do you mean?"

"How's it structured? Do you have space travel? Are you a single group or is it split into many?"

"It's a sphere. We can get to moons and back okay. Lots of countries."

"No hyperdrives?" The word in Basic is pronounceable, but naturally unfamiliar. "No star-to-star travel?"

"No, but we'd absolutely love to import it."

"We'll keep that in mind," says Envee brightly.

Callida glances up from her datapad upon hearing this translation.

"Is it likely that locals might attempt to seize my wreck of a ship to reverse engineer it?"

"You were probably noticed coming down, so yeah, I'd expect it. My family owns this land but I can't vouch much for what they might do about it."

"Charming. Thank you for your candor. Pardon my rudeness, I have urgent business to take care of. Excuse me."

The next part is not translated: "Envee, please continue speaking to the nice man, and send transcripts of it to my datapad. I will be seeing to theft prevention. Call if you need anything."

She bows politely to Sondayo, and goes to return to her ship to see to theft prevention.

"What's your species like?" asks Envee.

"...we live about forty of our years, we've got seven castes..."

The protocol droid nods along to his explanation.

"Caste systems are uncommon but not unheard of in the galaxy. How long are your years?"

"1,475 days."

She takes a moment to verify day length, then: "That's about four times longer than the most commonly accepted standard galactic years. Your lifespans are are a bit above galactic average. Is there anything you'd like to know about the galaxy?"

"How crowded is it?"

"It varies based on the section of the galaxy. Near the galactic core it can get rather crowded. In the Outer Rim it's more common to have unclaimed habitable worlds and smaller outposts. There are also unmapped and largely unexplored sections of the galaxy; if galactic average holds, there are probably several thousand uncolonized habitable worlds there. If you pull up the galactic map again I can tell you which section you're in and who your neighbors are, if you like."

Map!

She reorients the map so that the star marking Amenta is near the top of the image, and then begins motioning to different sections of it.

She circles the left side of the image, mostly 'west' of Amenta but including it in the circle. "You're in the upper section of the Unknown Regions; they're largely unexplored, because no major hyperspace routes have been discovered yet. By either the Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic, anyway. The Chiss are secretive and are located roughly below you on the map. They might have a route mapped out, but if they do they have yet to share it. No one's quite sure how big their territory is, because they refuse to tell us where they are or how to get there."

Next, she motions to the right of Amenta's star. "You're near the edge of the Sith Empire's territory. It controls approximately," she roughly circles most of the upper section of the galaxy, "this area. Either by direct control or more indirect claim, because no one else has challenged them. It's a relatively new entrant to the galactic stage and the seat of its power is located," Her metal finger moves to the far right edge of the circled territory, "here. On a planet named Dromund Kaas."

Her finger trails down from the Sith Empire, tracing out a rough half-circle that contains most of the galaxy. "Below them is the Galactic Republic. It's largely centered around the galactic core and is one of the oldest organized galactic-spanning groups present. It's currently at war with the Sith Empire. Its capital is the planet Coruscant, located in the center of the galaxy."

Then, to the right of that, in a much smaller circle: "And here is Hutt Space; it's a neutral party in the conflict and often serves as a supplier to both sides. Whichever is the higher bidder."

She drops her hand and politely rests it in her lap. "There are a few places where either the Empire or the Republic are fighting over what belongs to whom, but very roughly, that's where everyone is."

"The galaxy isn't quite two-dimensional, I assume there are complications in the other direction."