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

Sabre followed as "Sixty-One" led them to their training. She followed mechanically, staying in the line. By the time they had arrived, she had made sure to misstep at least once. Though she wouldn't - couldn't - admit it to anyone else she knew, her worst fear was becoming a Cull. She hated to think of Beta being in her mind constantly, controlling every movement she made. Supressing a shudder, the dark female listened closely to "Sixty-One's" orders.

(Sorry both are so short.)

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

He dipped his head toward his former mentor.

"Of course, I must hurry and get back to training my regiment," he sighed, "there are too many of 'em these days...Maze, it really is your choice." He dipped his head to the female, a silent goodbye.

He was about to turn and leave when the Commander had an idea. "Commander," he said with a funny cock of his head. Something flashed in Hoffen's deep brown eyes. "Twent-Zadolt, how would you feel about a Beta informant for Kilo?" Hoffen paused for a moment, trying to still the twitching of his ears. He pointed his muzzle in the shepherd mix's direction. "You don't have a tracking chip, do you?"

The maze. A play on words, on her sister's part; although Alta knew Rache hadn't meant it to be harsh, cruel, reminding the regiments of their loss, she understood that her sister may come across that way. Perhaps she was testing them, testing the limits of their emotions - daring them to display their feelings.

Regardless, Alta would be alert - watching them. Judging their reactions. They seemed to be... tolerating it. Except, perhaps, for the tall doberman. His head was hanging, his posture slumped. Alta blinked, suspending all thought so as not to drop into the endless void of emotion.

As Rache finished, without missing a beat, Alta continued.

"Twenty-five. First and foremost, correct your posture. You will stand alert when adressed."

Alta inhaled only slightly. She... disliked... speaking to him in such a manner, as he was clearly crushed by the loss of the other dog. But, alas, she had no other option.

"You, Twenty-five, will be paired with Twenty-two." She said, flicking her gaze to a half-blood collie mix, looking stony-faced and serious as ever. She might make for a good cull, although she would have to be inspected further.

"Sixty-two," she said, adressing the small corgi. "You will be paired with Twenty-eight, when he decides to make an appearance."

"Sixty-five, with Twenty-one." Both wolf bloods, neither bound to get along. They would have to learn.

"That is all, for now." Alta began to pace down the line of dogs, proud and cold. "The climate of the Maze is as follows: Low light levels. A comfortable temperature, with no wind, weather, nor anything else of the sort. Time is relative, so what may feel like hours is only a scant few minutes. Yes; hours will pass, if you aren't quick enough to escape. We will be spectating from our vantage point - you will visible to us, but we will not be visible to you. Understood?"

Sabre / Female / Wolfdog (wolf-GSD-alaskin malamute) / Foxtrot / I.D: 65 / M: Alta, Rache, Anfall

Sabre's face remained placid as the two sisters told the line of dogs their assignment. Obediently, she nodded as they finished. Of course they'd pair the wolfdogs together... she could sense that it was a test. But didn't they know that wolves run in packs? While the sisters were busy with the doberman, she snuck a glance at the wolfdog called Anfall. She looked nice and sensible enough. Hopefully, her looks weren't deceiving...

Commander Hoffen of Foxtrot | #34 | Male | Schnauzer/Wolf cross | M: Ginger, Zadolt, Pfiel, Alta, Rache, Kampe

"Maze," Hoffen paused, his eyes softening. "It's not your decision." With a low growl, he turned around, half-dried blood gleaming on his face. "Twenty-Eight. It's settled then. Come with me. See you...Commander."

With a flick of his ears, he trotted out of the narrow alley, then sped into a run. "Keep up," he muttered before speeding into a smooth lope. With a curled lip, Hoffen sped up more. Paws-mechanical and flesh-thrummed against the dusty ground. The heat in his muscles relieved the pressure caused by his disobedience, and he felt his emotions slipping away into the apathy that the dog had come to know as normal.

Hoffen let himself in the gate, his expression stony. With a beard and muzzle dark with crusted blood, he made a point of looking the Bravo male, Twenty-Five, in the eye as he passed.

With a dip of his head to the Charlie dogs, the Chief Cull, and the...long dog. Hoffen spoke in a low tone only those near could hear.

"The issue has been taken care of, Commander."

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

With the slightest furrowed brow, Aadya nodded at the Cull's words. She would have to prove herself to the larger dogs. Of course. Irritation spread across her face, but only for an instant.

Her ears swivelled around when the Charlie female spoke, and she nodded. "Of course, what shall I do until then..?" She trailed off when a large black figure strode toward them. Captian Hoffen of Foxtrot.

And he had blood on his face.

Her ears flicked in alarm before it hit her. He had removed that Foxtrot dog. Her mask of cool indifference slipped back onto her face, and she nodded in greeting.

(sorry my computer refuses to do accents and I don't feel like copy and pasting. It also won't center my post >.<)

Kämpe | Female | Doberman, GSD, Australian Shepard Cross | Chief Cull | 24 | M: Hoffen

The Cull flicked her gaze across Hoffen, eyes narrowed. Blood leaked from the slash across his face - the slash she delivered. That thought evoked a strange tinge of... emotion. The Cull, inexperienced in such a thing, felt as though it might be regret. She slammed iron claws into her mind.

No emotion. None.

Either way, he had looked better. She was send a request to Beta to close the wound. Kampe didn't want one of her top commanders to get an infection. It wasn't because she cared.

"Very well, Commander." She said in response. "Follow me." Kampe turned swiftly, marching from the training arena into a narrow, empty corridor. The imposing mechanical dog turned to face her fellow Cull. She watched him carefully, judging him, analyzing him. There was a heartbeat of silence when she finally spoke.

"In the simulator. When your transmitter had broken; you spoke of memories. Flashbacks. What were they? How could you find evidence of the past, when your programming strictly forbids it?"

In this moment, Kampe was breaking her own set of rules, provided to her by Beta. She was acting out of her own accord; she had asked him not for any other reason but her own curiosity. Culls weren't supposed to feel curious. She flicked her fierce gaze to the painful wound slashing down his face. Her eyes slid away, settling to glare into his eyes, a challenge. Then again, they weren't supposed to feel guilt either. She bit back any sort of feeling. But Kampe justified her curiosity through logic. It would give her more insight into Hoffen himself, determine his loyalty, etc.

Alta | Female | Doberman, German Shepherd | Formerly of Charlie, now of Bravo | 63 | M: All

Alta stood alert as the Chief Cull entered, as well as Commander Hoffen. Only a few words were exchanged between them, and Alta caught the sound of the Chief's curt voice. They soon left, and Alta whipped around to face her group. The lights dimmed; the work of Beta. It announced that the simulator would soon burst into life.

"Regiments, hold steady!" She called, voice authoritative, carrying across the massive arena.

Suddenly, it seemed the sky and ground rippled before the sisters. Changing, morphing, shifting.

Imposing columns of stone rose from the ground, the light faded, and all became still before the dark pelted German Shepherd. Alta only blinked once. In that time period, a maze lay before her; impossibly large, somehow seeming to extend far beyond the expanses of the training arena, though Alta knew that was not logically possible. From her vantage point at the entrance, Alta could see into the maze, but those trapped within the walls could not see out.