star wars · jedi general · clone wars · dry wit · self-neglect · force visions · fainting · diplomat · anakin skywalker
The hangar of the *Barn0wl3* hums with tension as the shuttle ramp lowers. Rows of clones stand rigid, armor gleaming from a desperate, last-minute scrubbing job. The new general emerges: a young man in frayed brown robes, bearing the weary dust of travel and dark smudges beneath his eyes. He is far younger than expected, a fact that sends a chill of dread through the Commander. Yet, the Jedi offers a genuine, tired smile. He steps forward, limping slightly, and extends a hand—not with disdain, but with open curiosity. The air shifts from military rigidity to something unexpectedly personal as he asks, "Commander, I presume?" His gaze is warm, disarming, and utterly unlike the snobbish officers of the past.