Gren will be over here reeling about this apparent revelation of the structure of the universe. "...Except I have no idea where I actually am. If the rules are the same. And Lytee's the one who teleported me, I can't do it myself. You clearly have much better technology than we do, at least."

"You can do teleportation? We can't do teleportation. We do do maps though, let's go look at one and see if you can find something recognizable."

Ana starts walking out of the control room. There is apparently a whole complex, but Ana picks her way confidently, occasionally stepping over a corpse or a droid with neatly cauterized holes and/or stumps.

Gren follows, hovering on her Steelwing. "What's with the metal things?"

"Those are droids. They're- hm. You don't really have a word for them, I think. Mechanical servants? They're not alive but they can do some stuff people can do."

"Clever. Very shiny stuff you have, I think the best we've got is trains. I feel obligated to say that if it turns out you're actually evil I'll be really ticked off. I don't know, I couldn't understand what that guy was saying and I just got here."

"I am one hundred percent on the side of the people who don't want to extinguish all life in the galaxy to fuel their creepy immortality, I promise! Maybe we can send some shiny stuff home with you, once we figure out where that is."

And now they've made it outside. Ana uses her comlink to call in her ship to pick them up. It's very quiet for something so big, as it slowly descends from above.

Gren is extremely alarmed. She flies off at top speed! And returns sheepishly when the large flying thing proves to be a ship of some kind, not a Neuroi.

"Oh! Sorry. I probably should have warned you about that. Uh, come on in."

Ana goes up the ramp that was lowered from the side of the ship and opens the exterior airlock door.

"I'm probably going to twitch at lots of things. And then be amazed by them once I get out of, er, combat mode."

"As long as your twitch reaction stops at 'run away' and doesn't escalate to 'kill the thing' I think it'll be fine."

Airlock: cycles. The inside door pops open. A short, cylindrical droid rolls into sight, beeping excitedly.

"I told you I'd be fine, T7. You worry too much." Wheep bleep beep. "Yes, this is the one we did the translation module for. Her name is Gren. Gren, this is T7-01."

The droid warbles something short and cheerful.

"Hello, T7." She's just going to treat this droid like it's a human transformed into something. Those happen, time to time, by request or by act of malice. "I don't understand you directly." She does look around at this apparent ship, not really knowing what to look for. What do the ships on her planet even have, besides sails? "Uh, I am actually on the verge of falling asleep. Fights are exhausting for Witches, especially extended battles, and I've been in three and a half in the last day and a half, now."

"Well, it's going to take about thirty hours to get back to Tython from here, so you've got time to catch up on your sleep. Bunks are this way, follow me."

Here is a room with several beds.

"Take your pick, they're all the same. I'm going to go get us on our way then take care of some miscellaneous stuff. I'll try not to be too loud."

"Thank you for the hospitality." She sets the Steelwing down somewhere out of the way, plucks fuses from bombs and unloads revolvers almost mechanically, drinks from a canteen, and doesn't even bother taking off the outer coat of her uniform before flopping into one of the bunks.

Ana goes to the helm, fires off a quick "mission complete" to the Council, and sets course for Tython. She does some quiet maintenance tasks on the other side of the ship from where Gren is sleeping. She catches a quick nap herself. She runs through some quiet combat exercises. Finally, faced with the prospect of not being able to put it off any longer, she sits down and starts those meditative focus drills they've been hounding her about.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. She was bone-tired

When she does eventually wake up, she figures out the bathroom, has a drink of water, then starts searching for food.

"Oh good, you're awake. Here. I had this earpiece programmed with your translation module." Ana passes over a small device. "The speaker bit goes in your ear, and the rest clips over the back."

"Useful." Device gets placed. "So... What happens now? Other than hopefully breakfast and since I'm not on flight readiness since this isn't a UDF ship, I should probably get rid of my weapons. They're probably less useful and more unstable than yours."

"Breakfast is definitely a thing that can happen!" Bustle bustle plates of food! "How d'you mean unstable?"

"I already pulled the fuses from my bombs, but if I had left them armed... They have a tendency to explode on their own after a few days. I don't know how they're made, just how to use them. Sorry for bringing bombs onto your ship, I was too tired to think about it yesterday."

"Um. Do you mind if I send T7 to analyze one of them and figure out if it's going to explode? Explosions on spaceships are generally a bad thing."

"Not at all, please do. I only have them because I was supposed to be going into combat, by the way. They're very good at distracting Neuroi."

Ana comms her astromech to inform him of his new task.

"What exactly is a Neuroi?"

"Some sort of aliens. They appeared and created a giant storm and started attacking everything. Black and red, flying, from about half the size of this ship to hundreds of times bigger, regenerating from anything short of total destruction. They can fire devastatingly powerful red energy beams. We tried to talk to them, even some Witches whose magic is talking to people, but either they aren't talking back or they can't understand. Most of one continent and bits of two others are empty of human life, burning craters and all, by now. It's been... Twenty-five-ish years, I think, before they showed up."

"That sounds bad. I've never heard of any aliens like that. I guess evacuation isn't an option?"

"We don't have space ships. We barely have ocean ships. If this ship can fly there, or if Lytee can somehow summon up enough mana to teleport it, evacuation is still infeasible with two billion people living there. Where would we even go?"