His assigned Venator ship is docked above the atmosphere of Coruscant. The solar winds are gentle and the ship's hull is connected to the station from every side, but Obi-Wan still feels a fluttering in his gut and his knees are shaking as if they're currently in the midst of hyperspace. After all, this is not just any Venator; it's his. It is where he will command, where he will plan men's deaths as if he has any right to, and pretend he isn't sickened to his very core.
Obi-Wan Kenobi is no General and he's never felt it so thoroughly before today. His peers assume he's good at war because he's fought in them—it's really the opposite—Obi-Wan knows war because he's lost every one he's ever been in. The disaster that had been the Young had lead him to his training with both Battle Master Drallig and the man's own teacher. They had taught him the ancient ways of Jedi warfare, of Battle Meditation, of the armor they forged, and all the ways the Jedi used to rule themselves and all the ways they are no longer permitted to.
Qui-Gon had never completely approved of it, but there was no doubt the extra lessons had given Obi-Wan the confidence he needed to continue his padawanship. It's a shame the knowledge has become practical. It's a shame he's been put at the front of a war effort as if he's supposed to know better than men who have spent their entire lives training for this exact war.
How will they react when they find out the Jedi had no idea they existed?
The ship isn't empty, but it might as well be with how scarce the Clones are making themselves. He'd be impressed by how well they were hiding if it hadn't been so concerning. The way to the bridge is lined with seemingly endless white walls and eerie silence, neither of which did well for his budding nervousness as meeting his command. He was promised a small meeting, but he feels as nervous as he does before speaking to a room full of hundreds of beings.
Obi-Wan knows their ranks and their competencies, but not their faces nor their names, and also he knows the same can not be said about himself. Alpha-17 had made it very clear how he could expect his crew to know every detail and faucet about him (in any other situation, the information imbalance would bother him, but it only seems fair given the circumstance).
The door slides open and Obi-Wan breathes in. "Good afternoon, Commander." Despite how empty the bridge is, it's still an impressive sight and his Commander standing in the center of it almost makes the space feel full. His presence in the Force is a solid wall, it demands to be noticed and refuses to be moved. It's both intimidating and welcoming.
There is a particular grace to the way Jedi move and even more to the way they fall down the stairs. Obi-Wan manages to catch himself on the last step down and he can feel his face flushing red all the way to the tips of his ears which give a minute twitch downward in mortification. He hasn't been in many command bridges before, but a shallow pit in the middle of it seems like terrible design choice.
"I am Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi!" He gives a stiff bow and holds it for longer than he would any of his elders. "I am pleased to be at your service." @savef1le
