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Kämpe | Female | Cheif Cull (Doberman, German Shepard, Australian Shepard cross) | 24 | M: All Kämpe hesitated at his words, perplexed. It was as if he was living in a different world. As if he had fallen into the past, unable to tear himself from his memories. It was... intruiging. Who were the, 'others'? For some odd reason, Kämpe had the notion that his memory had nothing to do with Beta. No sane dog would speak to a higher rank as he had in the Beta orginization. He kicked, flailed, metal claws catching her in her plated underbelly, doing little damage but knocking the breath out of her lungs. "Stop fighting, Commander." She snarled, voice authoritive, cold. He tensed in a spasm of pain as she attempted to tear the transmitter from his ear. Empathy was really a foreign concept to Kämpe; but in this moment, she felt a flash of that emotion. What is wrong with me? Kämpe snarled, a deep rumbling in her gut. Suddenly, he lunged forward, claws locking across her plated throat. She roared in fury. The sheer force of his jaws bent the metal a bit, restricting her airway. She felt as part of the inwardly bent metal stabbed into her throat, and she coughed. She tasted blood. Kämpe jerked backwards, seething with fury, turned, and lashed him across the face with her whip-like metal tail. |
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Ginger | Female | English Pointer/Broken Cull | Kilo | 46 | Mentions: Tysta, Arrow, Hero
Ginger was quiet for a while as she took in Heros words, the youngling wasn't wrong; his words were actually wise, especially for his age.
She noted a flash of pain in his eyes, but had no idea where it came from, though it did remind her of her past.
Ginger had been younger, maybe five or six, she was turned into a cull early on thanks to a sickness the humans called cancer; in her time as a cull she became one of the most feared, even with her small size; feared by all but one.
A husky mix, Hutch, he had been a friend before her transformation, an alpha dog who faught for his respect and protected those weaker than himself. She had been one of those weak ones... at least till Beta changed her.
Hutch had challanged her, Beta had ordered her to remove him.
At that time she hadn't felt anything; she'd brought him into the outskirts of the city and attacked. He was a large dog, strong, quick and wise, and with his temper he had faught back.
In the end she won, but not before he had cut her wires.
"Remember me; protect my family" those were his last words, as if he had known he had cut her wires, that he had freed her.
That was the first time she'd felt anything since the change.
She turned to Hero with a studying look, "I need you to keep watch. I don't know when Tysta and Arrow are comming back but I want to be prepared when they do. I trust you wont start any trouble" she didn't want to talk about his words before, about her anger, she didn't want to admit to it, best thing was to forget it. |
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Commander Hoffen of Foxtrot | #34 | Male | Schnauzer/Wolf cross | M: Kämpe Spittle and blood flew from his mouth as he latched his enhanced jaws around the Cull's metal-plated throat. Eyes rolling back in his skull, he barely noticed the cracking of his dog teeth under the pressure of his mechanical jaw. With a sharp crack, Kämpe's metal tail whipped Hoffen across his face, leaving a deep gash that spanned from just under his left eye to his muzzle. Dark crimson blood seeped down his face as he let go, stunned, and stumbled backward. Then it hit him. He needed to find his brother. Where was Wolf? A puppy his age couldn't be alone for too long. Where was he? Where were the others? "Where is he? Where is my brother?" He snarled, his eyes hazy and unfocused. Hoffen could no longer see straight, and black spots littered his vision. He staggered toward the Cull again, but his paws collapsed under him. His muscles seized, sparks flying from his broken transmitter at his ear. Kämpe had caught it with her tail, effectively ripping it out of his head. As he descended into blackness, the bloodshot whites of his eyes displayed his fear. |
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Arrow | Female | KILO dog | Terrier cross | #47 | M: Tysta "Don't knock yourself out on the ceiling! Then you won't be able to execute your lack of a plan!" Ari quipped, wagging her short tail at him with a bright smile. "I don't want to have to drag your heavy butt all the way back to Gin!" Bunching her muscles and making herself even smaller, she shot down the tunnel like a furry missile. "What did you say? I can't hear you, you're too far behind me!" |
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Kämpe | Female | Cheif Cull (Doberman, German Shepard, Australian Shepard cross) | 24 | M: All Breathing raggedly, Kämpe ducked backwards, feinting to the side in anticipation for a counter blow. (She suspected that he would push off of his right, dominant foot, and moving to her right would only encourage this. By feinting, it left him exposed, as his counterblow would be hurried to recover from Kämpe's previous strike.) However, the blow never came. Instead, he launched into another fit of talking to himself. "Your brother?" Kämpe echoed, now deeply intruiged. Who did he lose? When? How? Why is it affecting so deeply? Why is he feeling... pain... at this memory? Kämpe, admittedly, was rather curious. She would... question him, later on, when she had the chance. In the meanwhile, as Hoffen collapsed, Kämpe lunged forward, placing her claws on his fallen figure, in a sign of dominance, as well as a method to keep him pinned. His transmitter lay beside him on the ground, blinking erractically. Blood streaked across his face, and the slightest, only slightest wince of guilt flickered through her mind. Then she reminded herself that he had damaged the plates of her neck, in turn harming her airway, and she grew cold once again. She curled her lip, stepped off of his collapsed body, and spat at him; he dared challenge her, lost, and in turn lost all respect. Rather that spit that flew out of her mouth, blood splattered his hide instead. She wrinkled her muzzle. Inhaling and exhaling, indeed, caused her some pain, as her metal plates had bent inwards around her neck area. That certainly wasn't healthy. She turned to gage the reaction of the watching dogs. Most were shocked. "Let this be a lesson. None will defy me, or Beta." She glared down at Hoffen, feigneing thorough disgust. "Not even a Commander." Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a familiar figure. What was his number... that's... Zadolt. How was he still alive? Surprise flickered across her mind. She expected him, a weak Foxtrot dog, to simple die of hyperthermia. Maybe he was worth keeping. There always had been something about that dog... as if, she didn't want him to die, to the point of nearly caring about his life. "You." She snapped. "Get into line with your regiment." |
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Hero // Male // Kilo dog // Wolf/German Shepard // 39 // Mentions: Ginger Hero dipped his head and silently walked off. He could tell that she wasn't going to talk about before, so he didn't say anything more. Hero walked to the edge of training room and sat, keen eyes scanning the every edge with careful protectiveness. He felt no strong connection to any of these dogs, or half robots, but he wouldn't let them die either. His mind wandered a bit, what if he did get close to someone? He couldn't, he shouldn't, but he wanted to. Of course, they would just leave him, it wouldn't matter if he did manage to get close to anyone, they would hurt him, or worse... he would accidentally hurt them. Another broken heart would be written in his name. His mind snapped back to his job, and he glanced over his shoulder at the training dogs, and Ginger. He wondered about Ginger a lot, his commander was difficult to figure out, which was odd for Hero. He could usually glance at someone and immediately see their feelings and thoughts. Ginger was different, more like him, she could hide her feelings. |
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Pfeil | Male | Doberman half blood | Bravo | 25 | Mentions: Anfall, Orden, Maze, Hoffen, Kämpe
Pfeil couldn't move. He was frozen where he stood; not because of the cold, but because of Kämpe's words. Or better said Beta's words that came from Kämpe.
Maze was disposable, Maze was going to die. And it was all his fault.
Memories rushed through him.
The day they met, he was two years old while Maze was barely six months; she was being intruduced to the training and they had ordered him to guide her through Bravos program. She had been so small then.
He had been disapointed when she was chosen to join Foxtrot, but those were the two regimenst that worked together from all the other ones, so at least she was still close.
A year later when she was fully grown she had gotten in a fight with another dog, she'd won, but of course was punished; he'd snuck into her room to make sure she was okay... that night they spent the entire time laughing and bonding.
He was pulled from his memories when the commanders got in a fight; once again he was frozen and could only watch as the two powerful mechanicul dogs mauled each other; he hadn't realized that the tensions were that high.
Pfeil also hadn't noticed Hoffen's confused mumbling, he hadn't heard anything till Kämpe defeated the old dog and started speaking to Zadolt, whom he'd also forgotten had disapeared.
His eyes wandered to Maze, she was in the same pose as before, tense with a hanging head, one eye wide and the other scared; it seemed he wasn't the only one frozen. |
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Tysta | Male | KILO Dog | Siberian Retriever | #48 | M: Arrow Tysta's tongue lolled out in a grin. Arrow was indeed one of his closest friends in Kilo; bright, fiery, and a fun presence to be around. He admired that she didn't let her small size hinder her; rather, she used it to her advantage, much to his dismay in the moment. "Hey! You better watch your tail, fluffball!" He exclaimed, the joke falling off his tongue as naturally as breathing. He continued onwards, squinting slightly at the light ahead, as well as the sudden cold. "Hey, Ari, slow down! We're almost there." He didn't want to ruin his - their - spy mission right when it started. |
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Ginger | Female | English Pointer/Broken Cull | Kilo | 46 | Mentions: Tysta, Arrow, Hero
Ginger watched Hero walk away to his guard position and nodded to herself; at least she'd trained some dogs well.
Turning to those that were still running, "alright, line up, single file" and with that the training begun.
There weren't very many Kilo dogs, maybe six or seven, but they were better than nothing.
Ginger supervised the training with keen eyes; after their warm up she ordered them to partner up and practice attacking... or better said dodging; these dogs were mostly smaller than those of Beta so the fighting wasn't exactly elegant or well done. She needed a larger dog with experience and patience.
Ginger herself was too good, too quick, her instincts and programming would make her able to defeat all of these dogs at once; even with her slightly slower reaction time and deteriorating eyesight... Tysta, Arrow and Hero would make it harder; but they were young. |
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Rache | Female | Doberman Husky mix | Charlie/Foxtrot | 61 | Mentions: Bravo, Foxtrot, Kämpe, Hoffen, Alta
Rache padded through the corridors with elegant powerful steps, her ears alert even though she was in a supposedly safe place; with Beta you never knew.
Alongside her was Alta, her half sister, slightly larger and more muscular but not as fast.
Rache and Alta were the best dogs of this generation. They were trained since pups to be as emotionless as a cull... just without the programming.
They were formerly of regiment Charlie, fabled to be the most powerful regiment Beta ever had; to them it was known to be the most powerful.
Why Beta had ordered them to leave Charlie and join Bravo and Foxtrot, two of the weaker regiments, she had no idea, but she would follow the order without complaint. As she always did.
The two females entered the seemingly empty training room but the fresh scent of dog told them the training was in progress... though the smell of blood wasn't a usual scent for training, maybe these regiments worked differently; they were the weakest, maybe they were trying to strengthen themselves with blood shed...
Instead of waiting like a normal dog to figure out what happened, she just switched to a different view. Heat vision to be exact. What she saw would make any dog's eyes widen, but again, she wasn't any dog.
The two coldest looking dogs were obviously the commanders of the regiments, the only culls. Those with metallic limbs had some cold blue parts and some had warm red.
What was surprising was that one cull was lying on the floor and some of the dogs looked wounded, one was hunched and away from the group, another was slightly warmer on one side than the other and another was a green color, too cold for normal canine temperature; it was probably close to hypothermia.
She switched off her heat vision when she was done and started waiting for the simulation to end. |
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