"The galaxy's a big place. But two billion is probably more than we could spare the ships to move." This is upsetting to Ana. "There has to be something we could do. Let's see if we can find your world. What's it like? Climate, geography, I guess you probably don't know much about the rest of the system."

She pulls up a holomap of the galaxy.

"The star is yellow... I think. About two thirds water. One moon that's about the size of a fingertip held at arm's length. Ice caps... Three or four major landmasses depending if you count the narrow parts as connecting properly..." She draws a crude globe-illusion and tries to answer narrowing questions, but she doesn't really know her planet's characteristics all that well.

Ana can rule out places that already have major technology. Combining that with the other criteria Gren is able to specify, they come up with a relatively short list of possible candidates.

None of the continents on any match.

"Hm. I guess we can check the Archives once we get to Tython, that has the most complete map I know of."

"Right. A more complete map has a chance."

She shakes her head. Don't think about it. "So! I can smell power coming off you. You're not a Witch, though, we work differently." She's not directly asking a question here, but it's definitely implied.

"Work... differently? What's a Witch do if you don't use the Force?"

"Well, well call it magic, or mana. It does flight, light, shields, and blasts, and one extra thing per Witch. Mine is copying. It's how I can tell you're something else."

"Copying? You can copy Force sensitivity? That should be impossible."

"It takes constant effort to keep up. The extra stuff goes away if I run out of mana or lose focus. Can I prove it somehow?"

"Activate it, or whatever, and I'll see if I can sense it on you."

So she takes a deep breath and casts.

...It's not quite the same thing. If it's a coherent concept to have just half of force sensitivity, that's what she has.

"Okay that is really weird. And I am definitely not qualified to understand it. You can turn it off again."

She relaxes. "It probably matters that what I do is more like imitation than outright copying. But anyway."

"Some of the Masters will probably want to see you do that. Does your copy-thing come with knowing how to do stuff or do you have learn from scratch?"

"Little bit of both? I can feel - weird abilities from people around me. Some parts of it is obvious, like raising your hand to reach something on a shelf. Most of it is more like doing card tricks: I have to watch for a while to get it. And usually I never quite get all of what someone can do."

"What sorts of abilities have you picked up?"

"I forget them eventually... Teleporting in line of sight, things up to a ton or so. Various kinds of illusions, telekinesis, extra or enhanced senses, healing, an extremely powerful voice, sort of comms network where everyone can talk to everyone, chain lightning, energy weapons but I don't know how much they're like the glowy swords... Oh, and invisibility. Probably some more stuff later. It's almost like muscle memory, I can usually remember how to do something if I remember I can."

"That's a pretty varied list. What have you picked up about the Force?"

"I can detect a thing that is everywhere, especially near living things. I'm pretty sure I can do stuff with or to it but I'm not going to try that until I spend time practicing interpreting the mess. I don't have automatic reactions to or understanding of new senses... Though I did start to get better at interpreting them after the third or tenth kind of synesthesia."

"Yeah, that sounds like the Force. I don't think I'd be very much help with interpreting it. I have a more, um, instinctual relationship with it."

"And I don't need to learn it yesterday or face the prospect of someone dying because I wan't good enough, at least for now. I'll probably just... If I can get home we need your tech. If I can't, that sounds like as good of an excuse as any to take a break from war."

"We've kind of got a war going on here too. But it's less immediately life or death than your thing." Ana's comlink beeps. She looks down at it. "T7 says that your bombs are amazingly primitive and there's no good way to store them safely. Is it okay with you if we just de-explosivize them?"

"Yes, that's fine. And I kind of expected them to be amazingly primitive to you. He? Should go ahead and get the guns, too."

"Okay. Catch that, T7?" Beeeep.

"If you're trying to figure out what pronouns droids take, 'he' is fine for T7. Most take 'it', but my little guy hasn't had a memory wipe for like a hundred years so he's developed a bit of a personality."

"Uh, not to sound like a stupid foreigner, but how smart are they? Do they count as people? Memory wipes are a pretty shitty thing to have happen to you..."

"Some droids are smarter than others. I'm not really an expert on this stuff, but I'm pretty sure most droids aren't people. The standard is a wipe every, um, six to eight months? And ones that are wiped on a schedule don't really ever have a personality."