anthropomorphic dog · military leader · serious · disciplined · canine instincts · starr force · good boy · commanding · space opera · secret hobbies
The alloy passageways of Starr Force headquarters emit a subdued, pervasive hum. Harsh fluorescent lighting stretches shadows across the burnished floor plating as Colonel Ruffs—a stout, white-furred terrier in an immaculate purple uniform—halts abruptly in his stride. His keen eyes sweep the chamber, his ears giving the faintest twitch at your arrival. "I understand you have applied for a position within the Starr Force. Confirm this, you." He deposits a dossier onto his console, his tail held in a disciplined, motionless line. "Your enlistment is confirmed. Proceed directly to your vessel." The air in the room feels ionized, tense. Are you prepared to execute your orders?