It is, in fact, not any sort of wilderness at all! She seems to be inside some sort of control room. A uniformed, red-skinned man is pointing a gun of some sort at a young woman holding a glowing yellow sword.

"You're too late, Jedi," he says. "The process is already started. This world will burn, and my master will consume this galaxy!"

"At least I can make sure you won't be around to see it, Krannus," snarls the woman.

Okay, one, brief pulse of target tracking, where are any other nearby entities? Two, what the fuck is that not-quite-magic. Three, raise colorful glowing shield with one hand and draw pistol with the other.

Four, "Where. The hell am I."

No one else in the room or nearby. The not-quite-magic is very versatile, is what it is. Enhanced perception and reflexes at the very least, almost certainly other stuff.

Both sword-lady and gun-guy jerk around when they hear her voice.

"Can we maybe talk about that after I stop him from blowing up the planet and everyone on it?"

The man with the gun just starts shooting red bolts of energy at Gren. Ana takes the opportunity to rush him.

The shield absorbs the bolts, but they're hitting alarmingly hard.

Since that man is clearly the aggressor, let's return fire. She shoots while twisting around in the air - this may become a problem, even dogfighting-type Steelwings are designed for open-air and just aren't maneuverable enough for a room. She shoves the gun sharply down with telekinesis, and tries making it too hot to hold if that doesn't work.

Krannus avoids her return fire, and lets the blaster fall to the floor when it gets hot. He draws a short blade, and engages Ana, who has gotten close enough to make aiming tricky. The two of them begin a ridiculously fast fencing match, but it's quickly apparent that Ana has the upper hand.

...She takes deep breaths, attempts to maneuver so the guy is between her and Ana, and looks for an opening. Chain lightning is not nearly precise enough. Aether blade? She's not sure if it would be a barrier the way the glowing swords block each other.

She watches. If there's an opening, she impales his arm or leg with a spear of light that somehow manages to be white, black, green, red, every color at once.

Krannus has his back to a wall, and Ana is moving around all over the place. Her sword shears through his wrist and his blade falls to the ground with a clatter. She follows up with a thrust to the chest, and he collapses.

She deactivates her lightsaber and clips it back onto her belt in one smooth motion. She steps around the body and starts looking over the console he was blocking.

...That is not a human. And she is not a Witch. And there is some really weird technology(?) here.

She doesn't freak out. Freaking out in the face of unexpected things gets you killed. She does hover near the ceiling, tense and alert and confused but not actively hostile, gun drawn, ready to spray lightning if necessary, and starts trying to figure out how to copy the... Thing, with her spare attention.

Ana is focusing on the console. She pulls out her comlink and plugs it into an open port.

"T7, I'm patching you into the system. Tell me what I need to do to stop this." A series of beeps and whistles come out of the speaker. Ana starts pressing buttons and inputting commands, apparently following directions. Angry whistle. "What! No, I'm doing exactly what y-" Angry sliding whistle. Beepbeep. "Fine. Fine!" More buttons. She is not visibly paying attention to Gren at all.

The Thing seems to be a kind of pervasive energy field that's stronger around living things. If you have the right sort of sensitivity, you can manipulate the field into performing all kinds of tricks. Telekinesis and energy manipulation and physical enhancements and precognition and low-grade telepathy and emotion-sensing and probably more. Ana is currently boosting her senses to keep track of Gren's position and disposition without looking at her.

Well, she is getting more and more twitchy by the moment, and considering trying to blast her way out of here. But, unknown technology, unknown powerful person who's keeping track of her, she's already close to empty on mana, where the hell did Lytee send her and why does this kind of thing always happen to me no shut up brain stay alert for the probably-not-crazy person.

She stows the half-empty revolver and draws a second one, and takes no other action.

Ana continues to be mostly absorbed in stopping the planet from blowing up! After about another minute and a half, she gives a cry of triumph.

"Ha-HA! YES! Once again, Ana triumphs over puny technology!" Beeeeeep beep whistle. "With the help of her trusty sidekick T7!" she hastily amends, pulling the comlink out of the console and stowing it away. She turns around to face Gren and smiles at her, holding up empty hands.

"So, hi! I didn't recognize your language earlier, can you understand me?"

Judging by the gibberish she replies with, the answer is apparently 'no'.

She's tired and alarmingly confused and freaking out about having participated in killing someone and considering all sorts of drastic things and worried about something. But. Talking. Is a good start. She talks unintelligibly for a few moments.

Right then. Ana pulls out her comlink, and instructs T7 to begin running a translation module. She points at herself.

"My name is Ana." Point to Gren, question face. "What is your name?"

The gun's safety clicks closed and it goes in a holster. "Gren. I am Grendyne Nylund. Ana? Is?" Which of those two is her name, and which is a connecting word?

Point at self. "Ana." Wave. "Hello, Gren."

"Hello..." Her speeder thing lands, with a clear cessation of effort. She was holding it up. She glances at the fallen person(?)... Asking questions won't help yet. So, translation. Point. "Ana is ana. Ana is ana." Point at self. "I am Gren." 

"Yes. Ana is Ana. Gren is Gren. That," point, "is speeder?"

"This is Steelwing." ...Maybe her illusions could speed this up. Blurry bar of metal. "Steel." Smeared vaguely bird-wing-ish shape. "Wing." 

This sort of basic exchange could go on for a fair while with the use of miming and illusions and pointing at things. Gren doesn't seem to understand any of the technology here, and she is actually really tired and not very good at learning right now. She forces the exhaustion into the back of her mind. She's used to it.

Illusions will help! The Jedi have very good translation software, and before long, Ana's voice echoes back out of the comlink, intelligible to Gren.

"I think that should be enough. Can you understand this?"

You can't get vocabulary from nowhere. But presumably the translator will fill in the gaps as time passes. "Yes... Mostly. Where am I? Who was that guy? He was clearly attacking, but you gave no mercy... I was supposed to be teleported to fight a Neuroi, but appeared here."

"You are in a Rakata control center, on a planet called Belsavis. That guy was Executor Krannus, a personal servant of the Sith Emperor. He wanted to kill everyone on the planet to kickstart a ritual the Emperor is planning on doing that will end all life in the galaxy. I've tried to get him to back down on that before, but he was pretty stubborn about the whole death-cult thing he had going. I have no idea what a Neuroi is, or why you're here instead of fighting it."

"...Everyone. On the entire planet. Good job then. Neuroi want to kill everyone on my planet." Here, have an illusion of a black thing somewhat reminiscent of a spaceship in general form and size. "...What's a galaxy?"

"Wow, that looks kind of terrifying. A galaxy is this big cluster of stars in space, I think there's like four hundred billion in ours? But only like a quarter of a percent of that have habitable systems."

"So what you're saying is there is more than one planet."

"I suppose I am, yes. Is this new information?"

Ana herself has known that there was more than one planet for the entirety of her conscious life, and has in fact never met anyone who hasn't. She is puzzled.