Tysta | Male | Kilo Dog (Siberian Retriever) | 48 | M: Arrow, Hero, Ginger

Tysta willed himself to stay still, forcing his tail to lie flat rather than swing about like that of an enthusiastic puppy. But he could not geap the jubilient gleam in his eye at bay. His first mission.

"Of course, Commander. I will not fail." He flashed a grin, dipping his head in respect before backing away. He didn't quite give her the chance to say anything else, but it did not seem as though she had any more directions for him. She would most certainly catch up and tell him if she had any other points to make. "If I'm not back in two days, come looking for me!" He called over his shoulder, before extending his limbs into an easy trot.

His paws snapped with energy as he began to ascend the long dirt tunnels upwards. He tossed a friendly greeting or two to any bystanders, before spilling out into the light above. Well - perhaps light was the wrong word. Yes, before spilling out into the gray above. Wind slashed through his coat, and his breath froze in air before him. It was freezing. He began to prance, muttering under his breath as he warmed himself up.

Kämpe | Female | Cheif Cull (Doberman, German Shepard, Australian Shepard cross) | 24 | M: All

Kämpe turned away from Hoffen, smoothly making her way to her own regiment. "Bravo." She addressed them, tail lashing. "I will wait to explain tactic until we are safely out of earshot. Hold steady, and remain still." At her final words, the lights slowly dimmed, until the only thing of visibility was Kämpe's fierce, cold, fiery blue eyes. The female felt the ground beneath her turn to cold, cruel ice through sensors in her metal claws. The wind whipped up into a roar, snow filled the air, and a slight hail pelted her back. The conditions were miserable, however, being primairily metal, she was not affected. Slowly, the night city materialized about her, giant, towering, oppressive.

She knew, that if she were to reach out, she would feel the wall beneath her touch (via sensors under her skin). Everything was just as real as it could possibly be. Even the scale of the city matched the exact size of the one outside the training center. It was strange, the science behind it, but, alas, Kämpe supposed she would never know. She waited for her regiment to collect itself before turning to face them.

Hero // Male // Kilo Rebellion // Wolf/German Shepard // 39 // Mentions: Tysta, Arrow, Ginger

Hero dipped his head slightly when Ginger appeared, it wasn't a sign of submission, only slight respect. "Greetings Commander." He growled in a silky tone. He narrowed his eyes slightly when Ginger said she needed to speak to Tysta alone, a mission? waving his tail slightly, Hero turned away silently and padded off. So, yet again, he wasn't needed.

Hero didn't expect Arrow to come up to him as he walked, he had see the strain in the other dogs grin as she greeted him. Hero simply padded into the training facility and sat in the shadowed corner, glaring around with emotionless eyes.

Despite the fact that Hero acted strong and like a complete loner, he was... lonely. It wasn't that Hero didn't want friends, he just found others extremely hard to trust, and he didn't really know how to talk without making others uncomfortable. Hero actually envied Tysta's, Arrow's, and Commander Ginger's friendship. It seemed unreal and impossible for him to get that close to anyone ever.

Of course, Hero would never admit to feeling anything. Hero was supposed to be deceiving, a liar, and someone no one trusted. He made himself this way so he wouldn't get hurt, that's what he was scared of. Getting hurt, again. He couldn't trust anyone, and to do that, he couldn't get close to anyone, and to avoid getting close to anyone, everyone had to hate him.

Skydda | Female | Dog (Mudi) | Bravo | #23 | M: Kämpe, Axel (indirectly)

Skydda stepped into the training area, a jolt zapping her body. It was a familiar occurence, something that always happened when one entered. The blue merle lined up immediately, ears pricked in anticipation of orders. Her dark brown eyes watched Kämpe as the Chief Cull spoke, voice edged with a metallic sound.

As she listened, Skydda sat a little straighter when she heard that Kämpe was commanding Regiment Bravo, her regiment, in this exercise. Her eyes were emotionless, but underneath there was a little confusion. What had happened to Commander Axel? Somehow Skydda hoped that he was fine, perhaps it was a flicker of loyalty that had shown momentarily.

While Skydda had been wondering about Axel, Kämpe had approached Regiment Bravo. The Mudi female nodded silently, watching as the night city materialised around them. The conditions weren't welcoming; snow blurring Skydda's vision a little, wind whistling loudly in her ears and some hail that landed on her and the ground.

A game of Hunt was one of Skydda's favourite training exercises, especially when she was on the chasing team. As a Mudi, she was born to chase, run and herd. Doing those things brought a little joy to the quiet female. Adrenaline started to pulse in her veins. She was ready for Kämpe's instructions. She was ready to chase, and to win.

Hero // Male // Wolf/German Shepard // Kilo // 39 // M: Ginger, Arrow

Hero started running on command, his pace steady and swift. He was already ahead of everyone when he was called over. Annoyance prickled Hero's pelt, but he changed course and easily trotted over to Ginger, his keen eyes searching, he saw a hint of worry in Ginger's eyes when he met them, and his annoyance turned to curiosity.

"What do you need commander?" He asked in his quiet smooth tone. His amber eyes revealed nothing as he gazed at his leader, his fur was smooth, and his back straight. "Never show any emotion. Anyone could be watching, don't give yourself away." A small voice rang in Hero's mind, reminding him of what to do.

Hero sat down silently in front of Ginger, waiting for a response. He scanned the room for Arrow, aware that Ginger had called her over as well, of course. No way the commander would trust Hero to do something on his own.

Kämpe | Female | Cheif Cull (Doberman, German Shepard, Australian Shepard cross) | 24 | M: Skydda

Kämpe regarded her regiment coldly. Well trained warriors indeed; but it was time she tested their ability to think for themselves. First, she would do well to unsettle them. She paced, eyes narrowing on the dog of her choice - 23. "You are not to question the wherabouts of your normal commander, as much as I see you would like to." It was a guess, but an accurate one, nonetheless. Meant to unsettle her. She turned away from 23. Kämpe rarely burderend herself with the names of others.

Somehow, in the part of her mind that was still dog; something about her past - she felt as though she would let someone down, by knowing their name. Names meant trust, respect; and something about holding such a trust seemed foolish. She was a cull - she had no mind of her own. She would only end up hurting those that trusted her anyway. Which was perhaps one of the multiple reasons she remained so cold. However, in this moment of thought, the female's demeanor shifted. For once in her life, she was not cold, condescending. Just... neutral. Her programming made a saddened facial expression quite difficult so as not to display weakened.

Quickly, the female drew up her guard, voice catching slightly in her throat. "I will give you little direction. Consider this a test; do not fail me. You may go." A sharp stab of pain shot through her mind, and the next words fell from her maw in a metallic tone, oddly robotic:

" To recap. You will rely primairily on senses other than sight; however, bare in mind that there will be street lamps. One regiment will attempt to corner and disable the other regiment. You may take individual prisoners - said prisoners will be 'disabled' through combat. No blood is to be drawn, rather, a pin will be sufficient. After five seconds on the ground. The 'prisoner' will then freeze in place. Yes, literally - a pinned dog will not be able to move. All aside, the regiment that gives chase should be able to catch the other regiment - it is only a matter of time before the other gives out. The 'prey' regiment will run, hide, spread, counter attack, or stay together and fight - It doesn't matter, as long as you hold out for as long as possible. "