by Shiraya's grace

The trip to Farstine had provided Brandyn with a reasonable amount of time to assess Lysander's progress. He was impressed, though could not take any of the credit for himself. In many ways, Brandyn felt like he had failed Lysander. Master in absentia. But he had determined that would no longer be the case. Home life was settled. The pregnancy was going as well as could be expected. He could spare some time to be away.
The mission that he had picked up was a relatively simple one. It was more an opportunity to spend time with Lysander, and get moving with his training. They had come to Farstine in order to check on the disappearance of a Naboo businessman that was last reported to have taken a business trip to Farstine. After looking over the man's circumstances, Brandyn suspected that it may simply be a case of running away from your problems. The galaxy was a big place to get lost in, and Farstine was a point of connection to many disparate corners of the galaxy.
"There," Brandyn said as he tightened the breathing mask on the back of Lysander's head, "take that seal to casually and you will be sucking methane...and dying on me. We can't have that."
He turned his back and pointed to the connector on the back of his mask. "Check mine please?" He said.
Their shuttle shuddered to a halt. And Brandyn's stomach lurched. The feeling of anxiety was less from the ship's poor and abrupt landing, and more for the unease that he sensed in the dock master's voice. Perhaps there was more to this mission that met the eye.
Dock Master's Office
The comms device beeped. "Sir, two Jedi have just arrived. From the Naboo Republic. You asked me to let you know when..."
"Thank you, Drenk. That is all. I will see to this matter. It is likely nothing," said the mechanised voice on the other side of the comm unit.
"I shall let them land?"
"Of course. They are Jedi. If we tell them they cannot, it will give them all the more reason to do so anyway. No. There is nothing to fear. They will find nothing."