"Well, then." she spoke out loud, feeling confident. "Let's do this." The Silver Galaxy's engines roared to life, and began pushing the ship towards the rather imposing structure that was known as Graveyard Station. She understood why the station was named as such, but it didn't really ring well with her. Nor did it really roll off the tongue that much. She dismissed those thoughts, she wasn’t here to criticise the naming of a station, no she was here for the Conclave. While she doubted her attendance would change much of anything, the call asked for all Jedi to come here, so naturally she did. 

"Graveyard Station to unidentified approaching vessels. State your intended course and identify yourselves." 

Formality was a must at this point, just because the person on the other end was just a dock worker meant nothing. She needed to treat them with respect, the Jedi didn't need more bad press. "This is the vessel Silver Galaxy, requesting docking permission." As she said that, her hands moved across the console in front of her, transmitting the necessary data.

The sheer amount of traffic coming through the station at this point made an instantaneous response impossible, and she was okay with that. It’s not like she was a diplomatic vessel, or anyone important for that matter. After a moment she received a response in the form of a flight path, and a docking location. 

She manouvered the Galaxy in it’s flight path, and after a small wait docked on the station.