Kämpe | Female | Cheif Cull (GSD Kangal cross) | 24 | M: All

Again, that smile. She had almost never seen the expression before. She listened through his poor introduction without a flinch. This soldier would certainly have to whip himself into shape. Kämpe knew, of course, that regiments were trained differently. Foxtrot dogs did not smile, but Hoffen treated them fairly. Bravo was similar, but more obedient. Hotel was far different from the other regiments, and Victor, Mike, and Tango dogs were perhaps the most loosely trained of them all. Obedient, good dogs, but with little discipline. She knew that Beta trained these regiments differently, because they needed to be able to afford creativity while working. And they worked excellently with these advanced freedoms. But Foxtrot and Beta were soldier regiments, along with other twenty two regiments. It was clear the chaos that struck when freedom was allowed.

But why Beta had requested these undisciplined canines to join and already unruly regiment was beyond her. Of course, Kämpe knew Eighty-eight's mission, but his duty did not excuse poor behavior. What direction was Beta planning on taking? Bravo and Foxtrot, fighting regiments, had fallen apart, and might very well be built up in a different way - but Kämpe knew that Beta had told her nothing of this change, nor the plan for the regiments. She was left swimming in the dark. Perhaps she had failed them, and Beta had finally decided she was not worthy of information, that she was simply a lost cause to be removed any day once a suitable replacement was found. Kämpe didn't know. She could never know.

Kämpe had just entered the pen tunnel with him when he stepped ahead of her and started asking questions. No sane dog asked questions. Except of course Mike, Victor, Hotel, and Tango dogs. The regiments of all the transfers. Of course. But there was no emotion - no irritation- just a purpose. She saw a problem, a mistake, and one she could fix, for Beta. Kämpe's voice was cold, and laden with such unwavering command and danger, it could halt a Mike dog in their tracks.

"You are to address a dog by his or her given identification, is that understood? You have been transferred to Foxtrot on Beta's command, and that is all you should need to know. Foxtrot and Bravo are fighting regiments, and you are in no shape to join from what I have observed."

Without even a flicker of feeling, the cull stopped in front of him, her cold optics catching his. She let an unnatural metallic growl claw its way from her throat. She was not angry. She was not capable of emotion. But she let herself appear as though fury was a plausible thing. She needed his fear, Beta needed his fear.

"I am Chief Commander Twenty-Four, formerly of the Charlie Regiment. You will not speak unless spoken to, Eighty-eight, lest you wish to meet an untimely end. Beta does not tolerate the lack of discipline you have displayed today. I expect undisturbed silence until you are directly addressed or given permission to speak." Kämpe was a cunning creature, with years of manipulation in her mind. She knew where the emphasis was to fall on her words, where to find a fear and work off it.

"Do you understand, soldier?"

She snapped around before he could respond. Kämpe made a beeline for the arena. If her was smart, he would follow. She swiftly strolled across the threshold of the arena.

"Regiments, line up! Transfers, with your respective regiments. Evening inspection will soon commence."

Taipan / Male / GSD x Golden Retriever / Mike - Foxtrot / I.D. 76 / M: All

As soon as Taipan heard the Chief's orders to line up, he complied. Though he knew the small dog would have to fend for himself soon, the Mike transfer couldn't help but glance over at the Westie. Something inside Taipan told him that this little dog needed protection. He tried to ignore it, but found he couldn't. That little dog could get seriously hurt. The more Taipan thought about this, the more he justified this train of thought by thinking that if the tiny dog did get hurt, chaos would start again. He could already tell that the Victor female was pretty protective of the young male, too.

Taipan withheld a sigh, instead doing his best to turn his focus on standing as erect as he could with no emotion on his face. He watched as Commander Thirty-four gazed at the Westie. To his surprise, the small dog didn't even seem to flinch. Good. That meant there was a strong bone in his body, after all. The golden male stood stock still, except for his eyes which still glanced at the Westie when the Cull were not looking his way. Taipan's topaz eyes seemed sharp and cold, but deep in their depths, very faintly, a tiny bit of warmth could be seen...

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Sabre / Female / Wolfdog (wolf-GSD-alaskin malamute) / Foxtrot / I.D: 65 / M: All

Sabre still stood beside Anfall, her dark black body contrasting Anfall's lighter coat. She had started to calm down a bit, though she still glared around at everyone but the wolfblood beside her. Her fur was laying flat, and no hint of a lip curl could be seen. Her tail hung straight down instead of lashing. She noticed quite a few new canines join the line; more transfers. Among them, to her curiosity, was a tiny dog... like that corgie, but not as long. She did her best to refrain from staring at him, from showing any sign of emotion. She didn't know what to make of the rest of the new recruits. The Mike dogs seemed reckless, like they didn't care about their own skin. The tiny dog looked scared out of his wits. The... Victor? and were those Tango? females looked as if they didn't like each other. Otherwise, she couldn't tell anything about them. The Tango male behind the Chief, however, looked happy.

Sabre felt a slight pang of pity for this male. Happiness did not last long here. It was "removed," just like Maze had been. Her gaze, which had started to cool down started smouldering again. How dare Beta choose who lived and who died! The black wolfblood suppressed a growl, choosing to stand silently rather than to die quickly. Now was not the time to fight. Sabre flicked the ear that remained, suddenly conscious of the blood that was drying on her facial fur. As she stood there, she slowly realized that the only canine that she really trusted and respected here was... Anfall. With that knowledge in mind, she wondered what Anfall thought of all this... of what she thought of her. Did the wolfblood consider her a friend, or at least a friendly acquaintance? Or did she even care? These questions whirled about in her head for a minute before she focused her attention on the Chief Cull and her orders.

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Kordelas (Kor) / Male / Doberman Shepherd / Kilo / I.D: 71 / M: All

Kordelas had followed the small group back to their base silently. His ears swiveled around, lifting from where he'd left them pinned on his head, as Spring, a chihuahua, spoke then howled. Kor's eyes, which were glinting with hidden emotion, softened as his heart ached. Tysta. He bowed his head, before lifting it to join Spring and Hero as they howled. His voice started off low and quiet, gradually rising in pitch and volume. It wavered and broke, but it was heartfelt. Tysta was a dog that all here would miss. He could see that they already did. The howl felt good, as bad as it sounded; it helped him remember that all of Kilo was united. As he lowered his head back down, a single, small drop shed from his eye, leaving a faintly wet trail down his cheek. Why Ty? Kordelas couldn't help but think that he should have followed them.

He should have been the one to go. Not Tysta. Kor padded out of the way and lay down, sorrow still pressing its weight on him. Another salty drop found its way down Kor's cheek as he pressed his ears against his head again. Deep inside, though, he knew he couldn't let this happen again. He resolved to follow anyone who left instead of just tell someone and think that everything would be dandy. He couldn't. Not after this. This incident had opened his eyes to how cruel the Beta dogs truly could be... No; it showed him how cruel Beta truly was. They turned dogs into mindless killing machines. Kor closed his eyes firmly. When he opened them, they were no longer soft. They were the eyes of a determined, fearless canine who would stop at nothing to avenge Ty's death.