The planet is quite earthlike in terms of gravity, size, temperature... The moon is a brownish iceball about half the mass of Luna (with almost the same radius).

In the atmosphere of the planet, particularly above the poles and oceans, there are numerous anomalies spraying EM radiation in strange ways. They almost seem like exotic types of storms that are directing themsleves. They don't seem to be any kind of ordered signal, perhaps a natural phenomenon?

The people live mostly on one large continent that is built up with dense farms, lights at night, and hundreds of cities. The other continent seems to be newly inhabited, with much less land occupied. It's currently close to sunset along the eastern coast of the emptier continent, though much of it is currently occupied by rolling thunderstorms (the non-anomalous kind) today.

She does love a good sunset, and she can always relocate later if she doesn't like her first choice. She picks a settlement that isn't currently beset by storms - she doesn't particularly see the need to try to fly in one, plus appearing in bad weather isn't the best first impression, with most species - and circles overhead before setting down a few minutes' walk past the edge of town, avoiding any obvious cropland.

It's fairly foresty. Her best choices might be either: A field growing cover crops right now, a large stone square with a statue on one edge of town, a water landing, or a big hill north of town cleared of trees, with a paved path and benches along it.

The hill looks good; she doesn't want to crowd them and does want to be able to deploy her terrestrial drones.

Her first visitor runs up the hill on digitigrade legs, covered in fur and wearing bright red pants. His snout falls open in wonderment as he gazes at the metal ship that descended from the sky. (In the distance, a raft of logs he had been tugging along grounds itself on the river shore.)

He runs in a wide circle, inspecting it from all angles, and shouts out some words.

"Hello!", she shouts back.

He waves. And tries what seems to be a different language.

Another person is walking fast up the hill. This one looks a lot like a human, aside from a pair of tall ears protruding from the top of her head, wearing a flowy dress. They shout at each other for a bit.

She pipes the audio to her AI and gets it started on figuring out how to translate the language.

She'll hold off on sending any drones out just yet - she doesn't have an unlimited number and wants to be a little more confident that nothing will happen to them.

The woman clasps her hands together firmly. And then the visitor is suddenly aware of several things: This is the town of Gale Rocks. Lots of people saw them land, and more visitors will be showing up soon. There are doctors and craftsmen in town too. If there's anything they need to do or be warned about, please make that clear!

Um!

Telepathy isn't unheard of, among the species that humanity knows, but interspecies telepathy without some kind of tech to receive whatever signal is being sent out and translate it into a format the receiving person can perceive was assumed to be impossible. And yet - she's fairly sure she's not hallucinating? She hasn't been under that much stress, and she's not supposed to be prone to it even if she was.

"Can you understand me?" she tries, on the external speaker.

She can only do projective! Sorry! She's pretty sure the Baron has trinkets for Kelosian, and he's probably coming!

Welp.

She'll wait, then, and take the time to prepare some things on board.

More people show up and chatter. All of them are mostly humanoid, but few appear entirely human. They seem curious and wary rather than alarmed. The red pants guy is shooed back to the logs (more are coming downstream and they're kind of piling up).

A woman with shimmey scaled forearms and gold colored eyes arrives and 'says': Establishing communication has primacy here. Normally, simply touching a language disk is all that's needed to use it. I have one for Kelosian here. May I approach and hand it off to your vessel?

She opens her cargo bay door; a squat robot holding a tray in its pincer hands rides the ramp down and wheels its way toward her.

The crowd murmurs. She does her best to look impressed instead of startled. Smiles and walks up and deposits a hand-sized disk of stone with what is probably a lot of writing or possibly some sort of circuitry embedded in it as a blue metal, and places it on the tray while examining the strange body.

Denika lets them look for a few moments, and then directs the robot back inside, leaving the ramp down so that they can follow if they'd like.

No, she will stay out here, thank you. She walks back to the crowd and makes some sort of announcement. They seem to be deferring to her. Mostly; Two others come up to her and start arguing quietly.

The ramp stays down; nothing else happens for a few minutes.

"I don't think it's working," she says, eventually; hopefully the disappointed tone of voice will come through.

That is unusual, the woman from earlier replies after thinking about it for a few seconds. Receptive empathy isn't working either. I'm surprised projective appears to be working given that. But we can't keep that up all day. Can I have the disk back, it's expensive.

The robot trundles back out with the disk, promptly enough that it might have already been on its way.

"Well, keep talking, my AI will figure it out sooner or later."

Two more robots come out after a minute, one with a tray of snacks and another with a set of gently-glowing orbs that it sets around Denika's perimeter.

The scaled-arms lady plays yes-or-no games for a bit and arrives at the message that their visitor will quickly learn to speak Kelosian.

Some of the crowd is going back to their day as the immediate excitement wears off, but more keep showing up from the surroundings to replace them. They're doing a lot of talking! A group of five wearing uniform robes save for the differently-colored hoods and trim have brought some books! They're teachers, though teaching a recluse inside a metal ship is a new one. They'll read the books aloud and repeat childrens' lessons on sums and writing.

She sends out another robot to sit with the teachers, once she figures out that's what they are; this one is taller, around human height, with a screen at face level showing what's presumably their reclusive visitor's face, unremarkably human with pale skin and long brown hair, with a smaller rectangle in the corner showing an abstracted long-eared doll's face that glows gently when it speaks. The two of them together make for a very bright student, though it's mostly the doll picking up the more complicated bits of vocabulary and grammar.

As the sun approaches setting most of the gawkers go back to town. The teachers and a few others stay. A few produce illumination from nowhere or from small rods and pendants. One pair of rough housing teens are instantly cleaned by their mother with a sweeping gesture.

The teachers include moralistic leanings in their lessons- Strength and will, tools and cleverness, caring and patience, curiosity and empathy, diligence and planning.

Soon they will be far along to have a decent conversation, right? The woman from before says she is Katherine Maxim, daughter of the Baron, and once again welcomes them and asks if they need anything.

Well, far enough along for a simple conversation, at least.

"I am brain-ship 1213; you can call me Denika. I thank you for your welcome. I don't need anything from you but I want to wait here while a thing I need is brought to me. It will take a little more than half a year."

"Brain-ship? You've turned yourself into a ship, and a flying one at that? That's amazing!" The scaled-hands woman bounces in glee. "You've seen how far we take it-" She waves her own arms. "Tails and snouts and claws and for the more daring an extra arm or venom gland or the like. And the Ejer part of our heritage - our parents and their parents - is more responsible for that than the Kelos part, in my opinion. We didn't know anyone else was doing that sort of thing! Oh, if you're going to be stuck here for that long, we'll definitely have to figure something out for you- The storms get very bad in summer, you know, it's spring now."