Brandon sighed as he walked off his shuttle, looking at the devastated city around him with a grimace. People had lived here at some point, with friends and families and their daily routines. There was barely enough of that left to give him a sense of loss now that he was down on the streets, but as his shuttle had approached the view had been devastating. Planetary conditions didn't seem to be encouraging of any joyful mood either, as the wind buffeted wave after wave of dust on his up-to-now clean uniform. A frown marked his features as he wondered about the effect that would have on the sidearm on his hip, even if the manuals said that there was no reason to worry.
He was shaken out of his thoughts by the sound of the shuttle closing up and leaving, realizing he'd been standing still at the bottom of the ramp like a fool for maybe a minute. He looked down at the floor, embarrassed to have so clearly been impressed by the sight in front of him - he was a rookie, yes, but it hadn't taken him more than a minute on the planet to make it obvious, he thought angrily to himself as he raised his head again and paced forward, following the directions he'd been given.
They weren't entirely accurate, so he wandered for a couple of minutes, glad that he had been brought with time to spare for the meeting - while he had the choice of asking any of the nearby soldiers where the hotel was, he preferred to find it on his own. Fortunately for him, the instructions weren't that far off that he was in risk of being late, so he got to burn some of the extra time doing less awkward things than standing still in front of the door.
But the closer Brandon got to it, the more nervous he became. Questions and doubts started popping up in his mind - what if he was late? What if that wasn't the right room? What if he didn't find them? The nagging doubts in the back of his mind became less and less rational. He stopped in front of the door, sighed again, passing a hand through his oddly-coloured hair, checking and fixing his uniform as much as he could - no getting rid of the dust he'd gathered on the way.
And when he finaly couldn't find any reason to delay it anymore, he knocked on the door, entering and saluting briefly - someone, probably everyone, had to be higher rank than him - before heading to the nearest corner, standing silently and in almost perfect stillness with his head bowed slightly down, waiting for the briefing to begin.