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

Although Kämpe could approve of their individual tenecity in combat, it was clear that it had spiraled out of control. Additionally, the intelligent female had grown to understand a number of noteworthy facts.

One: Pfiel was not loyal. She would bring that up with Beta.

Two: Maze was a weakness to Pfiel. She was far more disposable then he, so the simplest option was to rid the world of her, for good. Kämpe recalled something to that extent; when she was still a dog... rather, a full - blooded dog.... it had something to do with twenty-two. Orden, was it? Ah, yes; the Chief Cull of that time had commanded a situation similar to this. Kämpe recalled something.... odd. She recalled...emotion. She recalled her - ah, what was that feeling - horror? As the Cheif murdered the dog in cold blood, only to spite twenty-two. She recalled twenty-two's scream as her friend fell at her paws.

Well. Kämpe couldn't feel emotion now. Surely, she couldn't. Yet she couldn't dispell the... unease, that seemed to be lurking, a burning gut feeling that the action that had taken place years ago, and was about to reaccure was... wrong. Kämpe narrowed her eyes. She couldn't feel emotion. This shouldn't be an issue.

She watched in mild disinterest as Hoffen commanded the group; attempting to restore order. Indeed, the combat seemed to have calmed. Kämpe saw it fit to reveal herself from the perch she had rested upon - the rooftop of a small stone building.

"Well, well," she stated from the depths of the shadows, ominous voice ringing. She paused, letting the tension and fear rise before leaping down from her ledge, into the midst of the combat. "It seems we have been met with some difficulties. All will report to the lab for medical attention once we come to a conclusion in regards to a recent issue that has been brought to light."

She let her commanding voice ring, sweeping her gaze across the dogs.

She turned to the doberman that had defected from his regiment.

"You. You have committed quite the crime, my dear. I don't wish for an explanation; I understand," she said, voice silky, oddly empathetic. Of course, it was false. "Ah, well. You are far too valuable to lose. No, no. But this one, over there - your, 'friend'? Yes, she can go. Commander, if you may... dispose, of this weak link." She said, voice dropping. She flicked her eyes to the doberman wishing to see the pain flash in her eyes. Out of the corner of her dark orbs, Kämpe saw twenty-two collapse a little, break down. Ah, well. In the past, she had disobeyed Beta, leading to the same exact outcome that was unfolding in this very moment. She deserved the pain she was suffering from, then and now, as did the doberman.

Disloyalty to Beta results in pain.

The foreign, metallic voice rang in her head, captivating, undoubtably true.

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

Kämpe glared down at the twenty-five, cold eyes unreadable as he begged for his companion's life. To speak up took courage. It didn't occur to Kämpe, really, that he was doing it mostly out of desperation; this inability to fully comprehend was a result of her programming. Emotion was a difficult concept for the female, although it seemed, as she aged, it became more of a pressing concern.

She clenched her jaw.

No. She could not reveal emotion; she could not. She would lose her position, and then be removed all together.

A flash of pity flickered through her mind, before she stamped down the spark, quenching the flames before anything could burn. "Punishment may very well be in order for you as well, if you keep talking. Do I make myself clear?"

Kämpe had not originally planned on said punishment. The removal of his friend was his punishment. It was not just to remove her, a weak link, but to teach him as well as the others a lesson. Never, never to betray where your loyalties should lie. The Foxtrot female was just a demonstration.

Then came Hoffen's challenge. Her eyes flashed red, and a burning pain stabbed into her mind, words stamping through her brain and out her mouth in a terrifying, mettallic snarl in a voice not her own, but that of Beta.

"Silence. Twenty-Five is worth keeping, and she is disposable. Do I make myself clear?"

She snapped her jaws shut, inhaling deeply, channeling all of her willpower into remaining completely apathetic. She paused, waiting for the initial pain to subside before reacting.

"You are in no position 'have an opinion', Commander." She snarled, frame tensing in an aggressive, fighting stance.

"Right. The plan. Well, thing is, I don't have one yet. We're supposed to... spy." He grinned, bumping her shoulder playfully. "It is a spying mission, you know. That's kind of Kilo's entire life purpose."

Suddenly, Arrow darted forward, playfully quipping a taunt towards him. Tysta grinned. "Hey, since when is that fair! You got a head start!" Tysta huffed good naturedly, then burst into a run, slowing a bit once he smacked his head against the dirt packed roof more than a healthy amount. He followed the little white figure as best as he good, tail whipping the air, ears drawn back in the spirit of a friendly race. He managed to somewhat catch up with her, but eventually fell behind, impaired by his height in regards to the tunnel.

"Hey, that's cheating! Where's your sportsmanship?" He huffed from behind her, a grin tangible on his words.

Commander Hoffen of Foxtrot | #34 | Male | Schnauzer/Wolf cross | M: Maze, Pfiel, Kämpe

The building pain in his head just fueled his anger. A snarl twisted his normally stone-cold face into the face of a stranger. "Twenty-Five has no wolf blood. Beta will have words if she is disposed of. Your defective Bravo isn't getting one of my best dogs killed."

Hoffen wasn't really mad at Kämpe, or even Pfiel. He had snapped, his built-up frustration at Beta, at his pain, at the world. Sometimes he wished he had been killed years ago, back when his world-his life-fell apart. He always had wondered if the Chief Cull knew his story. Probably not, Hoffen was years her elder, and that life was long gone, nothing more than an old story.

KILO was gone. There really was no hope for any of them.

Eyes flashing, he bared all of his teeth, metal bottom jaw gleaming dully in the dark. The red light of the transmitter by his ear flashed, then exploded in an array of red sparks. He was no longer in the cruel training simulation, and the Cull before him was no longer Kämpe.

Hoffen was back at the Kilo base, and the Cull in front of him was an oddly familiar spaniel. Froth bubbled at his jaw, and he arched his back in fear, brown eyes opened wide.

"What did you do with them? Where are they?" His companions where nowhere to be found. There was something empty in the old dog's eyes. He seemed to be far away.

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

Hero calmly followed Ginger, unfazed by her anger. He listened quietly until Ginger had finished her commands then nodded slightly. He stood, looking as though he was about to walk off, then he paused.

"You should try to calm down, commander." He said quietly. "You have every right to be angry at Arrow, and at Tysta, as you know he will not sent Arrow back, but do not take your anger out on the others. I can stand your rage, if anything I am used to it, but the other dogs can not." He paused thinking of the panicked expressions of the training dogs when Ginger had yelled at them. "Do not rule in anger in hatred commander Ginger." He warned quietly, his smooth silky voice filled with quiet meaning. "It never does seem to work out well.

A sudden memory hit Hero, despite being brainwashed he still got flashbacks every once in a while, and some memory's just could not be removed. Before he was taken he was part of a wolf pack, his father pure wolf, and alpha of the pack. He had also been Hero's personal torturer, he had ruled his pack with fear, everyone hated him, but were too terrified to do anything.

Snapping out of the flash back, Hero turned away, but not before a flicker of pain darted across his face, the only emotion Hero had ever really showed. He turned quickly, hoping Ginger hadn't seen and hurried to do his duty.

Kämpe drew herself upwards, twitching wrathfully. Her black, tan, and metal form grew rigid as she drew her shoulders back, revealing a terrifying array of needle-like stark white teeth. "What did you just say, Commander? How dare you question me!" A snarl curled at Hoffen's maw, and he grew cold, flashing metallic fangs. Kämpe loomed over her subordinate, ears drawn back, muscles tense, tension hanging in the air. There was a heavy pause, and the red-lighted transmitter positioned behind Hoffen's ear as any Cull's was located, burst into sparks. The light was sudden, almost blinding, and Kämpe nearly took a step back, nearly revealed her surprise. Nearly. But the female took control of her emotion before it spiraled out of control. She watched instead. Hoffen's jaw began to foam, and he took a defensive, fearful posture.

Kämpe understood that a fearful dog was an aggressive dog. She had to neutralize the threat before any further damage could be inflicted. Without any warning, the powerful female lunged forward, slamming herself into him, attempting to pin him. She snapped her jaws at his ear; not to harm him, rather, but to tear the transmitter from his ear before it could malfunction further. Beta would replace it later.

Commander Hoffen of Foxtrot | #34 | Male | Schnauzer/Wolf cross | M: Maze, Pfiel, Kämpe

"Commander? I don't know a commander." His eyes flashed with fear and hatred. "Where are the others?" He snarled, backing further away from the Cull. "Where are they?"

When the creature lunged at him, he flailed violently, hoping his hind legs would connect with the female's underbelly. It didn't register in his muddled mind that his hind legs were not made of flesh and bone, but razor-sharp steel and wiring.

Her teeth caught the transmitter beside his pinned ear, yanking hard. Sparks flew as the pain in his head became beyond what he could handle. The transmitter hadn't been pulled out, not completely. His vision spun and tilted, knocking him off of his feet. Recovering with a feral snarl, he launched himself at her metal-plated throat.

He didn't know where he was anymore. Fueled by pain and fear he fought, the mixed signals from the broken transmitter and his own mind driving him into a frenzy.