[b][i]...bring your lucky robes, Padawan.[/i][/b]

Brye knew her friends in the Order considered her to be a little... [i]sheltered[/i]. She always did her part, followed orders when the time was right; listened well and did not stray from the Jedi path. Many assume that Brye had never really been to a place of scum and villiany, that her assignments with Satele were all sunshines and rainbows; chasing pirates, navigating the ship through some pretty easy terrain.

Brye didn't talk much about the time with her previous Master, nor did she often divulge the details of some of the missions she accompanied Satele on. Perhaps the young Jedi did it on purpose - the less others knew about you, the less they'd expect, which would be the perfect time to catch them off guard. 
Brye spent a good chunk of a year with her master on Coruscant, assisting the local police force with loose ends and the like. The made frequent visits to the underbelly of the world, for her Master thought it would be good training to learn in the presence of criminals, pirates, and just downright gross folk. 

She had been to a casino once in that time frame, and it was an experience Brye had preferred not to replicate. It couldn't be helped, though. She was the Padawan and Satele the Master. It meant they had good reason to be stopping at a casino before making their way to Corellia; reasons Brye wasn't sure she wanted to know just yet. 
A shiver went down her spine with the tease for her to 'bring her lucky robes.' No matter what the pair went through, it seemed Satele always had a sense of humor when the time called for it.

A quick drop in to the medbay to get some bandages removed, something that was long overdue, and then a stop at her Temple quarters to grab what was needed; soon after Brye was on her way to the [i]Starshine[/i]. She was due by 20:00, and Bryethe knew she had time, but it never hurt to be early, especially when it came to meeting up with Satele. 
On the ship and with what little belongings she required, mostly clothes and a couple sets of robes, and Brye was ready. She had sensed Satele nearby, along with the other Jedi she had mentioned, Balthasar. Brye hadn't had many interactions with the Knight, perhaps just two or three occasions that they had met and talked. The Padawan knew so much as his skill with a lightsaber; she could guess that some training would definitely come out of this trip. 

After her things had been properly stowed, including a new lightsaber placed on her hip, Brye moved to the cockpit to prepare the engine checklist and ship's communication for takeoff. She sat in her usual seat as co-pilot and went about the usual procedures as she waited for the other two Jedi to enter the cockpit.