Shard

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Yeah, that's fine. The option is still there if you are struggling to move the interactions along though.

@The Scotsman

If we're ever on at the same time, we could write a collab together on a pad. I find conversations easiest to do that way.

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Also, @Shard, I give you control over some minor actions and dialogue of Commander Spook under the condition that you write him how you think he would speak from what I have shared. Basically treat the character with respect and I don't mind you controlling him a little in your posts to keep the story flowing smoothly.

@The Scotsman

Thank you, though I will admit that I never feel comfortable controlling other people's characters. I am okay with moving them to another location though if that it will progress the story, much like Vail was moved into the briefing room by someone who wasn't me, which is fine.

However, I will not take complete control over Spook in ways of a dialogue. I hope that's fine.

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Vail Lencer

The chaos erupting all around him was an explosive inferno, the sound of blasters deafening to the ears. Vail saw how clone soldiers were falling in equilibrium with the droids, but so far the clones were on the winning side. The imminent destruction of a LAAT ship was an unexpected addition to the mix but one that Vail's senses did not miss. Upon its devastating demise, the cat was thrown back due to the shockwave but dug his claws into the ground and returned to his feet before raising his lightsaber to meet the debris heading for him with immense force. One, two and three powerful strikes of his lightsaber to the metallic pieces of burning ship blew them away from connecting with Vail's frame. He would however not have time to breathe before noticing the explosive effect this disaster had on his squad. With the chaos not pausing for a second, it was hard to pinpoint and differentiate between the clones but it all boiled down to who was still moving. Vail didn't know if Spook was still alive but right now all he could do was continue the battle in hopes of seeing the clone commander alive on the other side of the wall.

Charging forth, Vail moved between the blaster shots and deflected several bolts with speed and precision on his way towards a small group of droids. Once he came in contact with their lines, the cat swung his devastating blade in a wide arc and decapitated four droids in a single strike, moving into the thicket of them before executing a spiral cut to remove torso from legs, lowering every droid around him to the dust. Despite the horrific chaos, one thing was very distinct on the cat's face, his smile. Much unlike a traditional Jedi, Vail seemed to enjoy this. With something that could only be described as a chuckle, Vail shoved his hand forth and grabbed a droid by the throat, crushing its plates beneath his grip before throwing the metallic corpse into another group of droids and knocked them off their feet. Without a second to breathe, the cat lunged forth like a predator and rammed his fist into a grounded droid, hearing the cracking sound of its metal shell caving in under the weight of his strike.

Leaving his position, Vail knew that he could never stay in one place for very long before moving. Standing still for as much as a second would leave him a pincushion for laser bolts. With a backflip, the cat felt how the force infused every single action he made, flowing through his body like liquid in a bottle. He raised his blade and sliced another droid in half upon landing on the ground, starting from the top of its head and separated its two halves as his lightsaber slid down its frame. With extreme disorientation, the droids didn't know if they were going to keep their attention on the Jedi or the Clones who were mowing them down. Though, it was rather hard to get a good shot on the feline creature as he moved from droid to droid as if a blur of white, his saber dancing around his body to leave a trail of decapitated limbs. Just as a droid was going to fire a shot into the Jedi's gut, he managed to move out of the way and placed his hand on the rifle's barrel, moving it out of the way and saw how the blast connected with the droid's ally. A second passed before a powerful backhand connected with the droid's head and sent the metallic bucket flying to the ground. "Are we having fun yet...?" Vail's grin widened as he was closing in on the fortress, droids falling to the ground all around him from shots fired by his allied Clones.

The savage fighting contained within this feline creature was both graceful and terrifying with all the grace of a cat and and the savage strength of a lion, all the while he didn't say a single word, never making a single sound apart from chuckling due to the pleasure coming from this battle. Vail felt his heartbeat accelerating but his mind was still at peace, a sense of zen and serenity filling him through the fight's escalating chaos. Raising his blade for another series of strikes, Vail noticed how several clones managed to make their way into the fortress, a successful mission indeed. He sliced his way through his fair share of enemies until he eventually entered the walls of the fort, seeing how the clones made short work of the droids that remained. Twirling the hilt of his saber between his fingers, Vail retracted his sword and returned the hilt to his belt, hearing how his name was mentioned from a certain someone who had managed through this battle. "Well done, Commander..." The Jedi would speak, walking up behind him. The cat's eyes would however quickly drop to the clone trooper lifeless in the arms of another, someone who had been struck in the head.

Kneeling down in front of the lifeless warrior, Vail carefully placed his clawed hand on the trooper's shoulder, closing his eyes for a brief moment. "You have all shown courage worthy of praise and song...It has been an honour fighting besides you..." The feline would look up at the one known as Angel, his eyes meeting the clone with sincerity. "Once the battle subsides, they will get a proper burial..." Even though the fort had been retaken, there was still much to do. This was no time to relax, the droids were in no way going to retreat from this battle and the Clones couldn't afford to lower their guard.

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I like him. He's a perfect contrast to Vail. Their interactions will be interesting

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Vail Lencer

"And so it begins..." 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. "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."

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 it, 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 it. 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.

"Everyone..." 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. "Try to have some fun..." 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. "Work as a team, do not let your brothers fall..." 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.

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Good advice, thank you Shard.

@Vandy

Thank you.

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@Minimum It is a good idea to look through the other two Jedi sheets to get an idea and a frame for yours.

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Dark Jedi will probably be rather rare so they won't pop up often

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Toko Ling and Makoto

Standing for a moment with his thoughts constantly poking at him, Toko gave off a colder, more reserved and distant aura. He seemed to be concentrated and focus in a way he hadn't been before, though it wasn't all just preparation for the mission to come. His large brown eyes would find home on the ground where they stared off absentmindedly as his hands almost lifelessly hung down his sides, the boy's very being appearing slightly off. Like before it was hard to read him but one thing stuck out more so than anything else, Toko had a completely neutral expression. He wasn't smiling, he just was. "Call me when everyone gets here." Straight to the point, Toko looked at the other two for just a brief moment giving them the cold shoulder and headed out of the gates, starting into the forest. Once he was deep enough in a thicket of trees, the boy released his sword with a deep breath and prepared a stance. "The mission needs to come before my distractions. I'm old enough to understand that." He swung his blade through the air in a rapid set of fluid motions before returning the blade to his sheath in the flow. Lowering himself to his knee, he released his sword again, the blue hue glowing through its edge as the four small trees around him were all cut down in a single circular motion. "I've had enough...I'm done riding my feelings like a wave while showing everyone a smile. It's exhausting...I'm tired of smiling." True to his thoughts, Toko's trademark smile had been replaced by a neutral expression neither frown nor smile.

Tossing the sword up, the blade twirled in the air before he gracefully grabbed it by the hilt and swung it once more. "No one will show me any mercy out there...I'm nothing but an enemy to those we are going to face. I might as well act like a proper one."

"Oh my...what did those trees ever do to you...?"

Turning towards the voice, Toko rose his eyebrow slightly examining the new arrival. He didn't seem like much, similar to Toko himself. A boy as well, his brown hair was of medium length and his clothes were quite laid back with a pair of green pants folded up by the ankles and a thin sweater finding home on his torso. He wore a set of glasses as well, rather fitting upon his frame. The sword on his back was quite interesting as well, and this person seemed familiar in a way that resonated with blood rather than familiarity. "Who are you?"

"It's rude not to answer a question, you know." The boy would chuckle softly, leaning against a tree with his hands in his pockets. "My name's Makoto." His small size and lithe frame indicated a specific bloodline very familiar with Toko.

"Toko." The black haired boy would return, sheathing his blade. "Sorry for ruining your trees."

"Huh?" Makoto scratched the back of his head, looking down at the small tree trunks. "A person cutting down trees out in the woods is either heartbroken or a woodchopper. Ling's are rarely woodchoppers, though."

"I'm just honing my skills." Toko responded, eyeing the new arrival with caution. If Makoto was indeed a Ling, how come Toko had never seen him before?

"Ya know, you can cut through wood like a hot knife through butter, you should move on to something else, buddy." Makoto chuckled slightly placing his hands behind his head as the boy's emerald green eyes traveled to the blue sky. "Going out on your first mission?"

"You're stalking me?" Toko didn't speak to this boy with anger or frustration in his voice, but rather leaned back against a tree himself with his arms crossed and eyes on Makoto.

"You were standing out in the open with some guy and a Jounin, waiting for others. Unless you're going out on a picnic, which would be awesome, you're going out on a mission, right?"

"You seem to enjoy asking questions you know the answer to."

"Hehe yeah...I'm weird like that." Makoto approached Toko and playfully leaned forward, that bright smile of his beaming. "Wanna' spar?"

Moving back a bit against the tree as Makoto got closer, Toko analysed him before turning to look towards the direction of the gate. "I can't right now. The others are waiting for me."

"Hm, I understand. Tell ya' what, we'll meet again and we can spar then, alright?" What was it with this guy? He had appeared out of nowhere and just acted like the two had known each other forever. What was his deal?

"We'll meet again? You seem awfully sure of that..."

"Weeeeeell..." Makoto crossed his arms closing his large green eyes for a moment before winking at Toko. "We live in a small world, dontcha' know?"

"Uh-huh..."

"I better be going before your friends think something ate you. Good luck out there, Toko!" Makoto patted the other boy's shoulder. "Oh and, you should totally visit some hot springs when you're out and about. Those places are sweet."

"Uh-huh..." Toko repeated, seeing how Makoto disappeared into the thicket of trees. Well, that was weird to say the least. Who the hell was he?

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We could just make Dark Jedi on the fly, so to speak. People we control in our posts to make the battles more effective and efficient, rather than having to PvP with you every time.