"Where is your map? I will select a suitable location."

She points it out, and how to bring it up and manipulate the UI to show other things. 

Not too different from what she's used to.

After some fiddling around, she centers the display on a world in the Outer Rim, full of jungle and swamps. "Here," she says. "This one will serve."

...Squint.

"What's the benefit of it?"

"The Force is life, and of life. This planet is teeming with that. But it is not a friendly environment to our species. Survival will challenge you."

She nods, slowly.

"The power of the Sith is one that must be claimed in times of trial. Make your excuses and set our course."

The excuses take a little longer, but she's efficient about it, and talented at flying the ship.

Sicaria is going to spend much of the travel time meditating.

She thinks, and reads through or looks over some of the things she took from where she found Sicaria - things she found interesting or potentially useful or just had a good feeling about -

(And she plans.)

"We will not be returning to the ship for the duration of your training," she says as they drop out of hyperspace near the second planet in the Dagobah system. "Be sure you are ready to bring anything you think you will need with you."

"Why?"

"The ship is a crutch. When you grasp the dark side, you will stand on your own. And to command it for the first time, you must be standing on your own."

"Isn't the point of a crutch keeping you from permanently fucking up your limbs until you can safely wean yourself off it?"

She's letting the fact that she's just being contrarian show through in her posture and face. (She wants to see what Sicaria will do.)

"I warned you of the dangers before we departed. If you do not believe yourself ready, abort the landing run."

"I'm ready."

She lands. 

Then out into the world.

It's hot, and humid. The air feels like wading through soup. Dense fogbanks obscure visibility, the trees and draping vines vanishing into the white nothingness. There is noise from wildlife as well, chirps and screeches and buzzes and whines, almost as thick as the fog.

Naboo is full of waterways and wetlands, and very often humid and usually pretty hot.

It's nothing like this. For one thing, the air on Naboo feels breathable. 

(Paradoxically, she almost relaxes when visibility is at its lowest.)

"You will need to prepare a shelter. A source of clean water, food, defenses against predators. When you have these things, we will begin. While you work, consider if you would prefer to begin with physical or mental training."

" - I haven't camped before."

"Then you are starting at a significant disadvantage. I would recommend you utilize all your resources wisely."

Nod. "Do you have relevant experience in this environment?"

"Yes. I do."

"Good."

She stops herself from just commanding delegation, but - "Which of those is most essential to get first?"

"Shelter. With proper choice of location, the other factors become easier to deal with."