There's a bit of panic aboard the ship when they abruptly find themselves someplace else, but only a bit, and soon they're headed toward the star - the ship isn't rated or stocked for interstellar voyages, so if its biological inhabitant it is going to survive for longer than the food stores on the ship allow, she'll need the luck to find a life-bearing planet in the zone that allows for them.

They run scans as they go, both technological and Force based; the Force gives a result first: one life-bearing planet, with plenty of plants but only simple animals and no sapients. It'll do; they adjust course to meet it, roughly at first but with more refinement as the ship's computer finishes its work. It'll take them a bit more than a day to get there.

The flight is uneventful; they reach the planet, orbit once, and make their entry into its atmosphere just on the day side of its sunrise.

light-and-wonder: Rise and shine, ladies! Love you all! We're approaching our very first system to scan!
light-and-wonder: We're operating at 124% of minimum viable power, climbing steadily. 
void-your-warranty: I'll run all our diagnostics and then see what's observable from here!!
space-ourselves: Have fun, babe! 
life-should-flourish: Hey everyone! 💙 How're you all doing?
hopelessly-entangled: ...nervous!
space-ourselves: Awww, Makoki, it'll be okay.
hopelessly-entangled: ...how can you be so sure?
space-ourselves: Well, statistically, we're absurdly unlikely to find anything in our first system!
void-your-warranty: Uh.
space-ourselves: ...
void-your-warranty: Okay, so, I don't think that planet's got a native civilization, at least not visible on the surface, but...
space-ourselves: Babe the suspense is killing me
void-your-warranty: ...I'm pretty sure I just saw a ship enter atmosphere?
hopelessly-entangled: ⚬:
life-should-flourish: o:
light-and-wonder: 0:
space-ourselves: O:

light-and-wonder: ...Yeah, that trajectory doesn't seem very likely for an asteroid!
void-your-warranty: It's theoretically possible? 
space-ourselves: What are the odds, babe?
void-your-warranty: ...really low.
life-should-flourish: Can we get visual on where it might have landed?
hopelessly-entangled: any idea where they came from?
void-your-warranty: Not really! And not really.
void-your-warranty: We might be able to see them in several hours? Depends a lot on where they landed.
light-and-wonder: They're in radio range now, though?
void-your-warranty: Yeah, if they're on the surface at all.
light-and-wonder: Good enough! Start the primes sequence.
void-your-warranty: On it!

A powerful radio antenna extends from the probe and targets the planet in question. It begins to pulse, in precise chirps:
--. ---. -----. -------.....
 

It takes a few minutes, but there's a radioed reply from the planet: first primes, then a short Fibonacci sequence, and then a standard audio greeting meant for first contact, followed by a much more practical primer on Basic, formatted to be efficient for a language-learning computer to process.

void-your-warranty: ...Wow. Their transmitter is really powerful.
light-and-wonder: What does that imply, do you think?
void-your-warranty: Their ship is either much larger than the probe, or has much more efficient power generation.
void-your-warranty: Might have better computers, too, but I'm less certain about that.
space-ourselves: Ooooh, exciting!!!
void-your-warranty: They sent us a corpus. Can I have power to analyze it?
hopelessly-entangled: ...if their computers are better, send them our corpus while you do that, maybe?
life-should-flourish: Ooooh, good idea, Makoki 💙
hopelessly-entangled: thanks 💙
light-and-wonder: Alright. Send our corpus and then start analyzing theirs.
void-your-warranty: On it! See ya'll in a bit 💙

The probe switches to transmitting a large binary corpus, which, when analyzed, will reveal:

A text-based language encoding and definition from first principles, starting with math and physics, and branching outwards from there.

A work of fiction depicting plasma creatures talking about science and having philosophical debates about the nature of their world. (Eventually they conclude that it must be fictional, at which point the story ends abruptly.)

A short message: "Hello. This is the AFSP-α03 'Probehibitively Expensive', representing the Azurifice. We are peaceful and friendly; we'd like to learn more about you and share our knowledge!"
 

The reply comes in a little more than an hour, in perfectly fluent Rasikan: "Hello, this is DZ-12-Q, servant of Sith Lord Pradnakt, currently aboard the freighter Ever Gained. We request any available assistance in reaching an inhabited world but advise that our ship should not be approached at this time."

void-your-warranty: Hey everyone. I think they're done with our corpus; they just messaged asking for help.
void-your-warranty: I'm still working on decrypting their language; their computers are faster than ours, substantially so. 
light-and-wonder: Oh dang, I hope they're not stranded...
space-ourselves: Wow, I love their names. "DZ-12-Q" and "Sith Lord Pradnakt"! What a pair.
life-should-flourish: Anyone else worried about the conjunction of "Lord" and "servant" there?
hopelessly-entangled: ...a little, yeah. 
light-and-wonder: We'll know more once Avaker finishes decoding their context packet. 
light-and-wonder: In the meantime, I'm going to say hi.

"Hello! This is Zanmi, captain of the AFSP-α03 'Probehibitively Expensive', an Azurifice long-distance exploration probe, in search of intelligent life, which it looks like we found much sooner than we expected! It's good to speak with you! We're peaceful and friendly; our mission goal is to establish contact between our homeworld and other civilizations, and offer them our aid if they want and need it.

Our technology seems to be inferior to yours in several aspects; our ship only has enough fuel to transition into a solar orbit here, and we're still working on decoding your language, so we're missing any cultural context on what it means to be a 'Sith Lord', if that's very relevant. As far as helping you get to the nearest inhabited planet; we only know of one, Doheem, but it's several light-years away. We'll transition to a stable solar orbit and keep working on translation, for now; if you can think of anything we might be able to help with, please let us know!"

The probe's main engine (extremely weak and crude, in comparison to even the Ever Gained's sublight drive) lights up and begins slowing it into a stable solar orbit. 

It's several minutes' round trip even for messages at light speed; they get an answer as promptly as that allows for.

"Hello, captain Zanmi. If you'd like assistance in moving to local orbit I can ask for authorization to meet you and take you in tow once Lord Pradnakt returns to the ship; it would take us about four hours to reach your location."

"Sith are people with a rare innate ability to perceive and manipulate physics, and certain kinds of training in using those skills; they have a reputation for being capricious and violent. Lord Pradnakt in particular is a markedly peaceable Sith but I still advise not offending her."

"We aren't in immediate danger and expect to be able to survive here indefinitely but were not intending to come here and have very little capacity to, for example, build infrastructure."

"Our ship is designed to function for extremely long periods of time in solar orbit and don't have anything onboard we'd expect to be useful planetside; no need to worry about towing us anytime soon.

We might have some useful information for jump-starting infrastructure, depending on your capabilities? We have extensive notes on rapid technology advancement strategies for various resource and labor capacities, though I'm sure they'll need some adapting and you might be able to do better."

She doesn't respond to the comment about perceiving and manipulating physics, because it's somewhat confusing and hopefully the translation Avaker is working on will be clarifying. She cycles down to wait. 

Well, if they'd rather put up with a ten-minute message delay than be in orbit over a Sith, Daisy certainly isn't going to complain.

"We'd appreciate any information you have about building up from a low-tech base; Lord Pradnakt is scouting for local resources now but we have the following -" she sends specs for the ship's maintenance kit, spare and scavengable parts, power generation capacity, and so on "- and Lord Pradnakt can use the Force to locate and transport things, and we have flowing water and plenty of wood nearby. Is there anything you'd like in return? We don't have a full library on board but we have information on spatial phenomena, some engineering texts, and quite a lot of poetry, plus small quantities of information on a variety of other topics."

void-your-warranty: Okay, translation done! Sorry that took so long, ladies
void-your-warranty: ...also, be warned, we are dealing with some seriously insane shit. I've put out a high level summary, but-
hopelessly-entangled: They have FTL drives?
life-should-flourish: They harvest gravity tangles from black holes??
light-and-wonder: There are how many kinds of aliens???
space-ourselves: Sith Lords are evil magicians????
void-your-warranty: Dear, did you get to the part about lightsabers yet?
space-ourselves: Not yet, I-
space-ourselves: Their evil magicians have laser swords and they use them to deflect energy projectiles????

Several minutes later...

life-should-flourish: okay, okay, I think we should maybe stop trading insane bits of knowledge about wherever these two come from and focus on what to do now?
space-ourselves: But moooooooooooooooooom
life-should-flourish: *baps Muroti*
light-and-wonder: Penj is right. There's a lot of extremely fascinating things going on, but for now, we should focus on the current situation.
light-and-wonder: Avaker, Muroti, I think you two should look at the data DZ-12Q sent us about their supplies and look into augmenting one of our uplift plans for them.
void-your-warranty: Oooooh 💙 
space-ourselves: On it, fearless leader!
light-and-wonder: The 3 of us will workshop out our diplomatic approach.
light-and-wonder: Including whether or not to accept the offer for them to tow us closer for less communication delay.
hopelessly-entangled: alright.
life-should-flourish: Sounds good.

A few hours later, the probe messages back. "Hello again! This is Zanmi. We've finished translation; thank you for such a comprehensive dataset! This is our civilization's first contact with other sentient life forms! We had no idea there were so many different kinds out there; the only other sentient life we've encountered was our creators.

We would accept being towed into orbit if you think that is likely to be safe for us, given the aforementioned capriciousness and violence. We have various possible plans for building and running an omnifab using scavenged resources; which of these plans is best will depend on how effective the force is at searching out at excavating metals. Avaker, my logistics specialist, has some detailed questions for you there.

We'd be happy to provide however much help you need in exchange for the knowledge required to build a hyperdrive; you have other technology we're interested in, of course, but hyperdrives are the biggest deal by far. Getting the knowledge of how to build hyperdrives to our home planet would make our mission more successful than was thought possible and we'd be extraordinarily grateful."

"Hello, captain Zanmi. I should clarify that according to our star charts this is a different galaxy from the one described in our files, though according to our understanding of physics you should expect to find a similar density of sapient life here - subtle Force effects make sapient species more common than most mathematical models predict."

"I do expect that local orbit will be safe for you; Lord Pradnakt doesn't have any offensive powers with enough range that she can impulsively reach you there."

"Lord Pradnakt is a sensory specialist, and should be able to find any ores that are available here; I don't expect excavating small to medium quantities to be much of a problem either. She may need help with identifying what she's found and figuring out how to refine it."

"We don't have hyperdrive engineering documentation on board, but Lord Pradnakt is an engineer and may know enough hyperspace theory to reinvent them; I expect her back within the next two hours and I'll message you again once I've asked her."

space-ourselves: Magic subtly makes sapient life more likely to evolve???
hopelessly-entangled: By the stars, I-
hopelessly-entangled: Streval literally predicted this!
life-should-flourish: Streval? Where have I heard that name...
void-your-warranty: Oh! Wasn't he the insane scientist Makoki did a deep dive presentation on? For the 51st Remembrance day?
hopelessly-entangled: Don't you get it? This means he wasn't insane! He was right! Life on Doheem evolved too quickly, and now we know why!
space-ourselves: ...holy shit
light-and-wonder: ...wow
hopelessly-entangled: ...Oh, uh, Zanmi, ask DZ if she's safe?
life-should-flourish: Can we do anything if she's not?
light-and-wonder: ...Maybe not, but it's worth asking.

"An entirely different galaxy... I hope that's not too distressing for either of you! Hopefully we can figure out a way to get you home someday, if that's what you want.

And that's fascinating about the force! Our Archivist says that a long-gone scientist from our home world actually thought that there was something influencing the formation of life on our planet, though he couldn't figure out what.

We'd be happy to accept being towed into orbit to facilitate faster communications. Incidentally, er, are you safe from Lord Pradnakt? Is there anything you'd like from us?

We can definitely help with identifying and refining ores!" 

"I expect to be fine, captain, but helping us toward metalworking is the most useful thing you can do if I'm not. - I'm a droid, to clarify, and Lord Pradnakt can improvise repairs if necessary."

"I believe Lord Pradakt will authorize me to meet you for towing while she sleeps, which suggests that we'll be available to rendezvous with you in sixteen to twenty hours; is this acceptable?"

space-ourselves: ..."droid" is their word for "artificial sentient treated as property", right? 
void-your-warranty: Yeah.
hopelessly-entangled: ugh, sorry; in retrospect DZ-12Q matches the droid naming pattern from the data dump.
hopelessly-entangled: I should have caught that
life-should-flourish hugs Makoki
life-should-flourish: It's okay! We've all got a lot on our plates.
light-and-wonder: Hmm, what angle should we take here?
space-ourselves: "Oh, we're electronic life forms too! Isn't it awesome not being made of meat? The fleshbags are so lucky to have you!"
void-your-warranty: ...I mean, mood, but...
light-and-wonder: Yeah, I don't really expect that to cleanly compile* for her.
hopelessly-entangled: ...I could tell them our history? It'd give them more context on how we feel about electronic lifeforms, just by contrast...
hopelessly-entangled: ...And how the Rasikans felt about them, too.
light-and-wonder: Oh, good idea. I'll suggest it.

*Azurfice idiom that roughly translates to "make sense to someone given their prior state of knowledge"

"That would be wonderful, thank you. In the meantime, our Archivist, Makoki, would like to give you a condensed summary of the history of our planet and people. She's ready for that whenever you think is best, either now or when Lord Pradnakt returns."

"I have time now, captain."

Zanmi introduces Makoki, who shares the tale of the Rasika, starting with brief summaries of their prehistory and history that touches on their highly communal nature, their love of stories, and their gradual industrialization. She tells them about the Yok Edici, detected too late to prevent, and the tale of the brave survivors who lived the Azure vault; the tragic discovery of the poison making them infertile and their shift to brain scans and uploading research, Orana's terrible discovery and sacrifice, and Rivotra creating the first Azurifice and giving them their purpose. She solemnly recounts how the Azurifice cared for the last of the Rasika as best they could, and their slow expansion into a thriving digital civilization with vast manufacturing and engineering capabilities and a drive to seek out and aid life throughout the galaxy. 

"Condolences," she says, when Makoki is done. "Unfortunately to the best of my knowledge no one from our galaxy has invented uploading, but I can ask Lord Pradnakt if she's heard of it; I expect she'll be interested in helping you with that if she can, and in getting to know you in general."

There, that should be reassuring that Pradnakt won't object to working with them on the basis of their artificiality without implying that they're obligated to treat someone who's not biologically-derived any better than they want to - of course hopefully they will want to, it's going to be difficult to stop them from offending Pradnakt if they don't, but she'll take that as it comes.