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Kämpe | Female | Doberman, GSD, Australian Shepard Cross | Cheif Cull | 24 | M: Aayda Kämpe glared coldly at the corgi. No sense of discipline. It was clear she had been treated better than the rest of them, or at least had deep misgivings about the structure and order in the Beta dog ranks. Kämpe narrowed her eyes. She was able to pick up almost... a thread of indignance washing off the dog. Her programming had enabled her to pick up threads of emotion from dogs. However, she decided that rather than confront her, Kämpe would answer some questions. "Tell me, Sixty - Two. What was your past life like? With Beta, other dogs, humans, etcetera? It would do you well to answer truthfully." She said, in a near conversational tone; however, her voice ran with an undercurrent of a threat, of a cold sort of warning. (sorry, short) |
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Hero // Male // Wolf/German Shepard // KILO // 39 // Mentions: Ginger Hero pricked his ears slightly when Ginger ordered the other dogs into line. They would begin battle training now, Hero recognized the stances and procedures. Hero also noted Ginger was making an effort not to yell or be hostile towards the others now, carefully containing her anger. Good. Quickly, the wolf mix turned his attention back to the entrance and listened silently to the training dogs, completely aware of his surroundings. "Listen to the wind, love. Let the thoughts of war be forgotten. You need not be afraid. I am here." Hero shook his head, trying to clear Ash's voice out of his mind, he had heard it several times now, but only in his dreams until now. It confused Hero, and scared him. Ash was gone because of him, she was the reason Hero refused to get close to anyone. "I protect you from their teeth and claws, I know you will protect me. Your father will not hurt you anymore, not while I am with you." 'But you're not here!' Hero wanted to howl. 'You're dead, because of me!' "Remember, Hero, I am only dead to those who forget me. I will always be with you as long as you remember." Her last words. No! No emotion, no distractions. 'Focus, Hero.' "I need you to promise me something, Hero." The night before the fight. "Remember what I taught you, no matter what happens to me, to us, always take care of others. Everyone deserves a chance at love." The night before she died from his fathers teeth. The night before she died protecting him. "I promise." Hero's last words to her. Everything flashed before his eyes, Ash had died because of him, she had died to save him. Why was he so stupid! Standing, Hero stood, his legs shook, and his vision was blurry. 'I need to get out.' He thought, he couldn't collapse in front of everyone, he couldn't. His head pounded, and his heart raced. "Commander Ginger..." Hero staggered to his leader, his normally silky calm voice shaking. "I need to go for a moment, please." The world began to spin, Hero looked despratly for a way out. "I promise." He swayed, and he collapsed.
Sorry, just not quite sure how I'm gonna time skip this... Hero's passed out, sooo... Also, sorry it's so long! |
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Rache | Female | Doberman Husky mix | Charlie/Foxtrot | 61 | Mentions: All
Rache nodded at her sisters words and was about to introduce herself when one of the Foxtrot dogs approached her; she listened to his words with the same face she always had, her expression was completly still, no emotion; a neutral face.
In her head she was snarling; the nerve that dog, twenty-eight, had speaking to her; thinking that he knew what she liked and disliked. An indifferent twitch of her ear was the only sign that she had felt any sort of emotion at his words.
She wasn't bothered by being in the weaker regiment though, it meant she would gain more expierience in training and commanding; she liked challenges.
Deciding to ignore twenty-eight she started her own introduction
"I am sixty-one formerly of regiment Charlie; I am, like sixty-three, a First Grade Soldier, trained under Cull ninety-seven, daughter of fifteen and twenty-six" Rache's voice was sharp and emotionless at the same time; perfectly trained.
She studdied the group, twenty-eight seemed the most trained of all of them; but she would have to teach him as well as the others a lot more. Commander Hoffen, cull thirty-four, had slacked with them; he would definitly have to show her he was a respectable cull before she would listen to his own words; the words that Beta would tell him to speak were of course a different story.
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Ginger | Female | English Pointer/Broken Cull | Kilo | 46 | Mentions: Hero
Ginger had turned to ask the young dog what the problem was when he collapsed on the ground.
Immediately the training dogs stopped to surround the fallen Hero with mixed expressions of curiosity and worry, "Back to training" she barked glaring at the group; the last thing Hero needed was to be crowded.
The dogs reluctantly returned to their practising while Ginger prodded the male with her cold metal foot, nothing.
Sighing she grabbed him by the scruff and dragged him to the outskirts of the training room; he wasn't wounded, so she wasn't exactly worried, but she would want to keep an eye on him while the training continued.
The time went by slowly as all the dogs were distracted by Hero's sudden collapse and no matter how hard she tried to keep them focussed it didn't work.
"These are times I wish I were still at Beta" she muttered, glaring at the mutts.
It wasn't Beta that had trained their dogs, it was the cull, it was more her fault than theirs that they weren't properly trained, but she had promised herself never to be as harsh as she was with Beta, to always give the dogs a break when they needed; though it seemed she'd given them too many breaks and not enough punishments.
She would never harm the dogs here, her punishments were of course work based.
She sighed, glancing over to Hero's still sleeping figure before turning back to the training dogs. |
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Maze | Female | Wolf Husky mix | Foxtrot | 33 | Mentions: Hoffen, All
Maze was shocked when the commander scratched open his wound; her left eye was swollen, and though it had stopped bleeding it still hurt; but her right eye was wide.
She couldn't hide her fear, only face it; and right now she had no idea what Hoffen had planned. He was a cull; culls were programmed to do whatever Beta told them to do; he couldn't be letting her live. He wouldn't.
"Why? You're going to kill me anyway; why are you doing this?" Maze took a hesitant step closer to the large cull, her ears pulled back in an uncertain position.
She didn't know Hoffen well, he was a cull, no one got close to them; she'd always imagined him as a powerful and strong male that could and would kill any of them if the was told; but that he was possibly strong to defy Beta's commands? no. that couldn't be.
"I'm not scared sir; just get it over with" she raised her head as a clump formed in her throat, she wouldn't die hiding or running.
Her ears twitched when they picked up the slightest of sounds comming from the tunnel; he was planning to kill her, there was an ambush in them; but she wouldn't go. |
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Commander Hoffen of Foxtrot | #34 | Male | Schnauzer/Wolf cross | M: Maze, Arrow "You think I'd slice open this-" After a string of rather creative curses for a Cull, Hoffen sighed. This didn't have to be easy. His ears twitched as he stood up, muttering something under his breath. "Look. Get out of here and don't come back to this Hellhole they call a-" he was cut off when he started violently twitching. His ears flicked rapidly, a result of his programming screaming one and only one thing. Obey. Emotions are Futile. Obey. "And don't call me sir," he hissed, irritated. "I don't deserve that," he added quietly. "Would you rather me kill you? I woul-" twitching cut him off again. Dull pain throbbed in his skull as he turned his back to the tunnel to face Maze. "wouldn't. Too much of that happens already. Now get outta here before my prog-" He jumped in surprise when a small black and white projectile thumped into his metal hind legs. Startled, he kicked it with one of the bionic limbs, sending a tiny little dog rolling into the dust with a yelp. Hoffen froze, stunned. The dog was tinier than even the weird long dog that had come with the Charlie sisters. Arrow | Female | KILO dog | Terrier cross | #47 | M: Tysta, Hoffen, Maze With a wicked smile and a yelp directed toward Tysta, she pushed into a full-out sprint toward the tunnel entrance. It was so bright, she couldn't see anything outside the tunnel. Without a second thought, she launched herself out of the tunnel entrance, only to collide right into hard metal...somethings? With a panicked yelp of "TY!" all of Arrow's fourteen pounds were sent flying for what seemed like forwver. Landing with a thud in the dust, it took her a moment to collect her senses. Clambering, dazed to her feet, Ari snarled, stumbling in her dizziness. Two massive dogs stood looming over her, both covered in blood. With a growl, she lowered herself to the ground, eyes wide. And then she realized the massive, black dog had metal parts. "Ty! Run!" She yowled. |
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Tysta | Male | Siberian Retriever | Kilo Dog |48 | M: Hoffen, Maze, Arrow, Ginger "Ari! Wait!" He called as she barreled out of the tunnel. Although Tysta wasn't an expert on plans, he was sure that this wasn't how it was supposed to go. It seemed like the wise thing to do was to carefully check their surroundings first, at least make sure that the coast was clear. He supposed that Arrow had never been one for cautiousness, and it would get her hurt. There was a scuffle above, sickening metal against hide, and Arrow released a bark of alarm. His blood ran cold. Suddenly, energy burned in his veins. He shot forward, powerful frame surging out of the tunnel and into the blinding light. The freezing air snapped through his fur, and it took him a scant second to regain his seconds. Arrow screamed at him to run. No. Two dogs loomed over her small figure, both bloodied, both taller than Arrow and Tysta combined, and both utterly terrifying. Beta dogs. It was as if his worst nightmare had burst into life. Oddly, one of the dogs was mechanical, like Ginger. He had a horrifying slash across his face. Although Tysta may not look it, he could fight. He needed to get the pair away from Arrow, before she got hurt. He lunged forward, rebounding off the wall, just as Ginger had taught him in tight spaces. He skidded to a very ungraceful stop, positioned protectively over her. He wouldn't let anyone hurt his friend, no matter what happened. He forced a terrifying, threatening snarl on his muzzle before lunging for scar - face. He assumed Arrow would have a better chance with a real dog, rather than a half - metal creature. "Ari! Get out of here!" He called, feinting away from the Cull. He moved exactly how Gin had taught him; quick, defensive, swift blows. Most of the dogs could never physically overpower a Beta dog, so the Gin had focused them on stamina, and steady, quick blows meant to exhaust the opponent. It was strange, foriegn style of fighting, very different from most; although it was not particularly efficient, it was best suited for the dogs of Kilo. |
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Hero // Male // 39 // KILO // Wolf/German Shepard // M: Ginger Hero woke up with his head pounding. He could faintly hear dogs training and Ginger's figure a little bit away. Hero cursed himself. Why had he collapsed in front of them all! He should have just walked away and waited, he knew what was coming! Standing, Hero shook out his pelt. He had probably distracted everyone, and Ginger was probably mad at him now. So much for not showing emotion. Hero walked over to Ginger and dipped his head. "I'm sorry, commander." He said. "I didn't mean to distract everyone, I tend to get attacks sometimes." His normal non-revealing tone was back. "I'm not sure why they started." He sat down quietly and waited for Ginger's reaction, most likely an angry one. (Sorry this is short!) |
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Zadolt | Male | Australian/German Shepherd mix | Foxtrot | 28 | Mentions: Kämpe, Pfeil, Maze(indirectly) He sat away from the other dogs for a few minutes; he knew he should go try and comfort Pfeil, but he could barely wrap his head around the fact himself. The fact that Maze was going to be killed only sharpened his belief that Beta wouldn’t hesitate to kill them all.
He walked up next to Kämpe, keeping his ears and tail low in a sign of respect. He paid no heed to the other dog; Nor would he be able to take them seriously, because of their short stature. “Commander,” He said, his voice even, neutral. “May I go on patrol?” He asked; His voice didn’t portray even a hint of emotion, as emotion would likely make her deny his request.
He would use the time to think about Maze’s fate; one that could easily be his own, if Beta desired. He would possibly follow Hoffen and Maze’s scent, to see where she would be buried, so he could tell Pfeil. No doubt he was losing the only dog who had ever shown his kindness, and it would give him a sense of closure. But he couldn't risk a glance at the dog in question; to do so would make Kämpe think he was going to save her. It would be foolish to do so, and he knew it. |
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Maze | Female | Wolf Husky mix | Foxtrot | 33 | Mentions: Hoffen, Arrow, Tysta
If Maze had doubted Hoffen's ability to fight Beta now she didn't.
He was right; why would he open his wound if he didn't want her to run; to escape; to be free?
When his twitching started she was sure; "You've done more than you think Commander" Maze was shaking; she had prepared herself for death and then Hoffen said she could live, that she could run.
She dipped her head to the large male and was about to walk past him and into the tunnels when a tiny black and white creature came running out and crashed into his hindlegs.
Her ears perked up and her right eye widened when she realized it was a dog; even smaller than the one Kämpe had called Aadya.
Maze had no idea what to do; she wasn't a Beta dog anymore, so she didn't need to attack or interrigate it; but she felt like she had to, her training had always told her to do exactly this.
Just as she was about to ask the Commander about what to do another dog came running from the tunnels; this one was still small, but twice as large as the first.
The way the second one moved reminded her of a short training session Hoffen had tried with Foxtrot once; but it didn't suit their large powerful bodies, it was meant for small dogs; like these too.
"Commander?" she hoped the word was enough of a question; she knew she wasn't in his regiment anymore, but her training and loyalty was kicking in.
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