Aadya | Female | Pembroke Corgi | #62 | Mentions: Kämpe, Alta, Rache

Surveying the Cull's facial expression-or lack thereof-Aadya could almost see something flashing across her face. Culls were supposed to be modified so as to not show emotion, but there was almost something there on the Chief's face. Odd.

Nodding silently to the Cull's words, she let out the smallest of sighs. It was worth a try, anyway. "Understood, Commander."

She was glad when Rache spoke and broke the tension, greeting her with a small smile and friendly flick of her ears. She stood in silence, ears moving ever-so-subtly, as always. Rache was alright, though she could be very stiff. Aadya envied her relationship with her sister, though she would never admit it. Having been raised separate from the other dogs, she never had much of a chance to form close bonds.

Rache's request was reasonable, though Aadya could see control issues arising when Commander Hoffen came to take control of his unit back.

Kordelas / Male / Doberman Shepherd / Kilo / 71 / M: Ginger, Hero

Kordelas nodded obediently, internally grinning. Finally! He had a mission! "I'll watch him," Kor told Ginger confidently. He'd seen the symptoms before Hero had fainted, and was determined to guard the tunnel and make sure Hero didn't have another "attack". Kordelas waited for Hero before padding to the tunnel, keeping an eye on his companion. As they guarded the entrance, Kor knew he should probably say something.... but what?

"I'm glad you're okay," he told the other dog quietly. He wanted to be able to listen for every sound so they wouldn't be surprised. His tail slowly wagged in a friendly fashion. He hoped he wouldn't mess anything up, and kept glancing from the tunnel to Hero.

Hero // Male // Wolf/German Shepard // KILO // 39 // M: Ginger, Kordelas

Hero nodded to Ginger. "Thank you, commander." He said simply, getting up and trotting back to the entrance without more than a glance at Kordelas. He knew the Doberman, of course, he knew every kilo dog, he saw them every day.

"Thanks." He said simply to the other dogs comment. He sighed when Kordelas kept glancing at him, seemingly hopeful to talk, but worried about messing up. He hated the fact that Ginger had put another dog in charge of him, whether she intended to or not. He saw the protective happiness in Kordelas's eyes.

Hero simply avoided the other dogs gaze and watched the tunnel. "I'm glad you care." He said after a moment. "It seems most don't."

(Short, sorry!)

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Kordelas / Male / Doberman Shepherd / Kilo / 71 / M: Hero

"I'm sure they do," Kordelas replied firmly. "While you were out, all anyone in that room could think of was whether or not you were okay... They may not say anything, but I saw how they reacted." Kordelas watched Hero carefully. He saw something glimmer in the other dog's gaze before he turned back towards the tunnel.

"I'm sure Ginger paired me with you the way she did because she's worried about you," he added. Kordelas readily awknowledged that Hero had more experience than he, himself, did, and he didn't want Hero to resent the fact that Ginger had sent him with the wolfdog.

Kor glanced back at the tunnel. He wondered what was keeping Arrow and Tysta so long, though he dared not ask to follow. This was his first mission, and if he messed up, who knew when he'd get another chance? On the other paw, however, what if he could have helped them? What if they were in trouble? Kordelas flicked his ears, irritably.

Surely, if the facility housed as many dogs as Ginger had told them there were, not to mention all the machinery, the building had to be huge. Maybe Tysta and Arrow were on their way back already... He hoped they were okay.

Arrow | Female | KILO dog | Terrier cross | #47 | M: Tysta, Hoffen, Maze

She responded to the wolfdog before her with another snarl. "Call me a rat a second time and I'll do it again. I'm not afraid of you." Her tail lashed as an insolent glare met the eyes of the Beta dog.

As soon as she was let up, she dashed over to Tysta, only stopping to growl over her shoulder at the other dog. She skid to a stop in front of the massive Cull, staring up into his brown eyes with a feral snarl. She still didn't trust him.

"Touch Tysta again and you'll regret it."

Commander Hoffen of Foxtrot | #34 | Male | Schnauzer/Wolf cross | M: Maze, Arrow, Tysta, Zadolt

He kept a stern gaze trained on the golden male, ready in case he lunged at the Cull again. The small black and white dog, Arrow was brave, stupidly so. It was almost amusing, her threat carried no weight with such a size difference. Still, he had to admire her bravery. Most dogs would be running at the sight of him, not toward him.

He was about to say more when he was interrupted by Maze's words. He hadn't stopped to think about her tone before he spoke.

"It's Hoff-" he froze halfway through correcting her. There stood Zadolt. Number Twenty-Eight of Foxtrot. His mind raced.

Someone would have to die if Zadolt threatened to tell the Chief cull, and Hoffen wasn't sure if it was going to be Maze. His facial expression changed in an instant, back to the harsh Cull he was known as. Commander Thirty-Four.

"Twenty-Eight! What are you doing here? You better have a good reason." His tone was cold, and with a few long strides he was uncomfortably close to the Aussie mix, leaning down so they were eye-to-eye. "State your business now."

Tysta scrambled upwards, shooting a safe distance backwards, snarling. Hackles raised, he about reached the mid neck of the Cull, and was close to the height of the wolf-dog nearby. He darted forwards towards Ari, but she had already been let up, and was by his side in an instant. He blinked. The fierce little terrier had stabbed her fangs into the wolf-dog's leg in a rather astounding show of bravery.

The terrier then threatened the pair, resolving to protect Tysta as he had done her. He could certainly appreciate that she cared, and he did admire her courage despite her diminutive size.

The Cull spoke, and his words rang true; they would be dead already if he had wanted them to be. Which meant... he probably intended to capture them. Well... that didn't make sense either. He would have proceeded with such an action already. Was he really harmless? Tysta lowered his hackles. Perhaps... yes. Tysta had been known to be far too trusting, but it couldn't really be helped. Worst came to worst, he could simply leap over the Cull with Arrow and make a run for it. Indeed, he was one of the more carefully bred dogs; he was on the larger side, with a lithe, agile figure. He could easily clear the distance over the Cull in a single bound, and Arrow could dart under. There. That was the extent of his planning.

Suddenly, a new dog approached, and the Cull adressed him. Apparently, Tysta and Arrow had stumbled into a secret operation.

"Hey. You alright?" He whispered to Arrow quietly, so as not to disturb whatever seemed to be happening.

The Cull narrowed her eyes at the soldier, scrutinizing her posture. With a brief inspection, the Commander could find no fault. Good; they - the sisters - were as well trained as they were rumoured to be. Kämpe could expect nothing less of her former regiment. The dog held herself in an alert, proud way, yet not arrogant. Kämpe could appreciate a well - trained dog when she saw one.

"Briefly, proceed." She stated.

Sixty - One brought forth a reasonable suggestion. Her mind flicked through the options and components swiftly.

"You may. Alert your sister that she will command Bravo for the time being as well. I ask that you commence a drill pratice. Additionally, you will control the regiment for this entire free time; Commander Thirty - Four will be occupied once he completes his task.

Kämpe nodded a dismissal to Sixty - One, then turned to Sixty - Two. "Have you participated in a drill practice before? If so, I do believe it would be ideal if you were to join one of the regiments."