A/N: Just realised how little I know about Star Wars starcraft. Bear with me, please. I've used what I know from Star Trek to fill in what I can.
Safia looked at her padawan with a frown as they entered the cockpit of the spaceship and sat at the console, starting up the ship. She shook her head to herself as she steered the ship out of the docking bay and up to the bright skies. She closed her eyes for a second and allowed her mind a second of wandering. This was freedom, the endless skies and nothing, nothing, to hold her down. No rules, regulations, not even gravity would hold her down once she left the atmosphere. She smiled slightly as she skilfully navigated the ship to the open space she loved so dearly. She set in the co-ordinates to her new mission – one that seemed to be not all the hard, which she was a bit annoyed about, but if she was lucky there might be a fight or two. She grinned and wondered what Master Tho'sur would think of her bloodlust. She couldn't help it; it had been part of her dna since before she could remember. Her smile deepened.
Her 'padawan' frowned up at her, and she let her Jedi Mask slip into place – a blank and expressionless look that commanded power. She had a reputation to protect, after all.
"So, Yoda," she began, and then paused, wondering what one asks a new padawan. "Have you got a lightsaber?" She inwardly winced, but he didn't seem to notice. He nodded and pulled out a lightsaber from his new robes. She nodded once then looked back to the window, the stars rushing past them.
There was a silence. Her mind began wandering again, through memories, making notes, slowly making plans. She'd need some sort of guideline to follow. She let her mind take over, though kept a close eye on the Force in case of anything unexpected. It had happened before. And it's not like she could depend on her padawan to keep an eye on anything. Trust was earnt, not given.
She went so deep inside of herself that she didn't even notice the passing of hours, until her computer beeped to warn her of the imminent approach of their destination – a medium size planet in a solar system of twelve, with a single sun. Safia blinked as she looked over the orangey planet and sighed to herself. Her padawan started, he too had been in deep meditation. He looked around, a bit confused. She looked at him with disapproval. He hadn't learnt to keep a bond with the outside world. He looked vaguely embarrassed, but it was hard to tell with his species. Which was what? She opened her mouth to ask him, when the console beeped with news of an oncoming message.
Safia let her Jedi Mask fall back.
"Please state your business," the creature said.
"This is Master Drake with the Jedi Council," Safia informed him.
There was a pause. "Please direct your ship to these co-ordinates," the creature finally said, and the data poured onto her console.
Safia nodded, and the link was broken.
"Will do," she muttered, as she inputted the co-ordinates. She hated places like this. Except when it became dangerous. She let another smile slip across her face before hiding it again, and giving her new padawan a look. "Stay close, stay quiet." She commanded.
The boy nodded back.