'Elsewhere' turns out to be 'a forest'. The air is different in some hard-to-pin down way. The critters are different.

...They're on a small patch of life in a wide open sky. But what's here is thriving. And the man who heard their arrival is suddenly alert for danger.

Deskyl staggers and half sits, half collapses onto the ground; the droid drops to her knees, one hand resting protectively on her friend's shoulder, and looks around cautiously at their new surroundings.

There are trees and bushes - strange grass with seeds that tug upwards. There are birds and squirrels. There is a large - ship? (but it's made of some sort of stone...) - floating a couple hundred yards away. There is a man shouting in the distance, 

"Walta, come down here! Something strange happened, I want backup!"

That's not a language the droid knows.

She tugs Deskyl up into a sitting position; the Sith resists, but only a little, and settles into position leaning heavily on her. People, there, the droid signs, and Deskyl straightens up a little and watches the man.

Mostly hidden by trees still. He leans in time with the subtle swaying of the ground under their feet without appearing to think about it, scrutinizing the foliage in their direction, nervously holding something strangely constructed, but with the same general shape as a blaster. He's wearing a rope harness tying him to the ship and a nearby tree.

And a younger girl, looking barely adult, comes scrambling towards him out of the ship. They converse in that strange language.

The Sith and the droid stay put for a minute, and then Deskyl steels herself and stands. The droid follows, and continues following as she makes her way toward the pair.

"That's close enough. Hail, stranger! Did you fall here?"

Their clothes and equipment are - almost preindustrial That 'blaster' is nothing of the sort, though it's probably still some kind of weapon.

The woman stops when he starts talking, and signs something to the droid, signing hand held low. The droid comes up behind her, staying mostly shielded by her body, and asks him a question in an incomprehensible language.

"That's not Anglish, Nick. Not German or Mandarin either."

"Yes, I could tell that myself. Which means we have a bit of a problem."

He considers, then puts the weapon in a belt loop and gestures at himself. "Nicholas." At his assistant. "Erwelta." And at the stranger.

"Deskyl," she supplies, and then taps her own chest, "DZ-twelve-Q; DZ."

The strangers nod. And proceed to have a quiet argument, gesturing at the pair.

"...They look like they fell from somewhere. Tech hunters, adventurers, whatever, they will die if left alone here, Captain."

"Some kind of lost tech AI that powers a robot, I am not sure I want it on my ship, it seems dangerous."

"Could leave them some supplies?"

"We don't have that much to spare, there's only so much room in the hold."

"Well if you plan to leave them here to starve, I'll want my back pay in the form of food and gear and I'll stay here. You don't just leave helpless people, captain."

"Walta. I'm not saying we can't help them. I'm saying that we need to be a little hesitant and careful..."

 The woman leans against a tree, closes her eyes, and after some minutes begins signing rapidly while the droid watches.

The argument with the skeptical captain and the compassionate assistant continues. Eventually Erwelta - Walta - throws her hands up and walks towards Deskyl, intending to offer up her canteen and a sandwich.

Deskyl's eyes flick open when Walta starts to approach; her hands continue their signing for another second and then go still.

    "I'm not dangerous," DZ says, quietly but matter-of-fact.

"Ooh! Captain, they're - I think they're learning our language. Impressive! Deskyl, do you want a drink of water? D... Something. What does a robot need?"

The captain sighs slightly, but is pretty much resigned to helping these people somehow.

Now the droid signs, and Deskyl watches and shakes her head.

    "She doesn't," DZ confirms. "And she doesn't -" she taps the side of her head, where a human's ear would be.

"...She can't hear?"

The droid nods; the woman signs again. "Can we have more language?"

"Sure, uh, I'm not sure what to say..." Walta trails off.

"Excuse me," the captain walks up. "Is there something with which you could pay passage? Interesting bits of technology you do not necessarily need. Metals with which you are willing to part. Or similar."

    "I don't have enough language."

"...Well, this is a problem that might be solvable by just listening to us. Since neither of us are teachers. Perhaps if we just get back to work and you observe us for a while? It doesn't seem like you need anything immediately, correct?"

    "We'll learn," she nods. "Deskyl needs..." something she doesn't have a word for, apparently.

"A robot needs electricity? I have an alternator attached to number one turbine."