[color=0076a3][h1][center]Vail Lencer[/center][/h1][/color]
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[i]"And so it begins..."[/i][/color] Vail stood leaning against the wall of the ship, awaiting their inevitable landing. The clones were all hyped up for this and luckily none of them was panicking. In the midst of war, anything could break you. These soldiers were all new, though. They had only been through training and none of them had faced this kind of danger head on. Their positive attitudes were enough to lift a sense of doubt from Vail's heart, however. They went into this prepared and eager to combat the droids. That was all a commander could ask for. The fact that none of them had seen a Tinnell before and reacted to a bipedal cat in a less than respectful manner wasn't all that surprising. It was incredibly rare to see a Tinnell outside of the Mid Rim, especially a Tinell in a position of prestige and authority. For twenty three years, Vail had never seen another Tinnell apart from his parents, it wasn't very common for them to leave the Mid Rim. 

Jedi Master Jiyan Krik's voice would appear in the young Jedi's head, going over the plan once more for the Knight to zero in on the details. The man had been like a father to Vail for quite a few years, and he had taught the cat all there was to know about Jedi history, about lore and about the force. Never once had Krik criticised Vail on his limited use in the force, probably knowing that this limitation was indeed a strength if used correctly. [color=f26522][i]"General Lencer and Commander Spook will take the 2nd Regiment to lift the siege at Fort Garrick. It is crucial that you totally encircle the besieging forces and trap them between us and the militia. Air support will be crucial to the success of this task. Once the fort is secured, reinforce your position and make contact with the Resistance leaders, and ensure you are prepared for a counter attack." [/i][/color]

Softly tapping his clawed finger against his bicep, Vail waited for his ship to land. The moment that door would open, all hell would break loose. How many clones would die this day? This battle was not going to go without casualties and even though a Clone Trooper was worth two or three droids, the sheer amount of blaster fire they would need to endure from the robotic creatures could overwhelm them. Funny how a five foot tall cat was leading this charge to retake Fort Garrik. It was going to be a bloody task, but the calm in Vail's chest didn't waver. The moment the general lost his sense of calm, the rest would follow. He needed to remain in control, in harmony with himself. Luckily then that the five foot tall cat who seemed more cute than threatening was a Jedi revelling in combat. 

Spook, he was the one who had called Vail an [i]it[/i], wasn't he? In hindsight it was just funny, but the occurrence was more uncommon than one would expect. The absolute majority of races in the galaxy were used to odd, weird and plainly disturbing sights from other species so few ever called Vail an [i]it.[/i] However, it would be a lie to say that his appearance never affected his situation. The cat was small, he was lithe to the point where some would even call him scrawny and of course, he was fluffy. Despite this, his physical strength by far surpassed his appearance and many other creatures bigger than him. The answer was obvious. The force running through his muscles like blood through a body elevated his capabilities astoundingly.

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"Everyone..."[/color] The cat would finally speak for the first time, his quiet and serene voice filling the ship's interior as he approached the door. They were closing in on the point of landing. [color=0076a3]"Try to have some fun..."[/color] Turning to look at the clones, Vail managed a soft grin just as the door opened, his white lightsaber igniting in response. It was time to attack, to join the dance. Vail motioned towards cover for the troopers to find a defensive position and a good vantage point, entering this battle. 

As the Tinnell moved, his speed was quite impressive, as if a weaker version of Force Speed automatically blessing every step he took in a zig-zagged dash towards cover. Now that the droids had their fire aimed at him, it would give the Clone Troops a chance to shoot them down effectively. [color=0076a3][i]"Work as a team, do not let your brothers fall..."[/i][/color] The only way they could do this was if they all worked together. Vail despised ranged combat, though charging into enemy ranks would surely get him killed. As it was now, all he could do was act as a decoy until the situation allowed for him meet their enemies with his blade.