"Darth Fienus was mostly concerned with artificially manipulating and augmenting the flow of the Force. As far as I could discern during your brief visits, you have no potential and his work is likely to be useless to you. What prompts the supervillain association?"

"The windowless bunker, the Dark Council, 'Darth Fienus'. No potential?"

"The bunker is for security purposes. And the view out the window on this planet is less than scenic. The Dark Council are the leaders of the Sith. It was originally defined in opposition to the Jedi Council, which has a light-focused aesthetic. I do not recall offhand whether Darth Fienus chose his name or was given it. No Force potential.

"I just landed in this dimension, I don't know what any of those things mean. I could spend the next three centuries reading through the complete written works of your society but that sounds like a waste of time."

"Yes, much of it would be irrelevant. Where would you like me to begin an explanation?"

"The Force is the local magic system? What can it do?"

"The Force is... not a magic system, precisely, but it is the source of abilities that go above and beyond mundane physics. Its true nature is difficult to describe to anyone unable to sense it, but you may think of it as sort of an energy field, generated by living things and permeating the galaxy. Those with the capability to wield it can bend it towards a variety of purposes: physical and sensory enhancement, telekinesis, mental manipulation, divination. These are the most common applications. Those who make a deep and concerted study of the workings of the Force can achieve virtually any effect."

"Anyone who can resurrect my alt?"

"Resurrection has never been documented as being achieved by anyone, though many have sought after it."

And if his alt did leave a ghost behind, it was not a restless one. Occlus makes a mental note to recheck the tomb and see if one can be called forth.

"I can make atom-for-atom copies of peoples' bodies, the problem is that they're magically not the person. So you wouldn't need to have resurrection innately, just someone who could get over that magic barrier." Shrug. "It's not urgent. If I can't use the local magic I suppose I should be doing humanitarian stuff? Are there any wars, are there any planets with particular poverty?"

"...Yes. Does that mean you will be returning what you stole?"

"I'm going to verify with someone else about what you said, and then I'll return that and make a couple dead peoples' notes for you as payment."

"I would prefer the location of several lost tombs, if such a thing is possible."

"Can do, if you know who's buried in them or anything else uniquely identifying."

"I will have a list of occupants by the time you are ready to return the artifacts."

"Okay."

He does some conjuring to find the nearest inhabited planet, goes invisible, and lands there.

It's a planet like many others. There are a couple different species present, though humans dominate.

The grass is purple and the buildings are made of smooth yellow stone.

...when no one's looking he'll go visible except for the wings and keep walking along.

A small human-ish child is not exceptionally remarkable.

Do the people look healthy? Happy? Are they hurrying along as if panicked, are there beggars -

Everyone seems reasonably content and well-looked-after.

He makes the wings visible and keeps walking.

That draws a couple stares.

One group of adolescents shout at him from across the street: "Yoooo! Where'd those come from, man?"

"Magic! I'm from a planet with a different kind than the kind around here. We don't have the Force, but we can fly with wings."

"Dude that is fuckin awesome!"

One of the others in the group whacks the speaker on the head. "Language!"

"Aw shi-. Snap, my bad."