Tracker Dogs V2.0 [Series 20]

[Pooka.]

I like these two a lot, but I have to sit out again, they don't pull me in as much yet. I need to wait for the right one again

[DoctorDraca]

So #20 can be trained for comforting hostages in a hostile environment; and stay calm?
I'm not sure if we can just train these guys for anything ^^;

Yeah, she's made to remain calm in most situations, so she can be trained for other things as well.

Hello folks. I drew some fanart of a stealth tracker. (although it could be easily edited to be a different kind, I just drew them because the eyes added for extra effect)

I hope Nex doesn't hate me for this but I couldn't help but draw this in class. A 5 second doodle in class I linearted.

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5302435/

:U Now onto stalk the tread some more...*waddles into the dark*

EDIT:

I'm kind of tempted to color it in as a John Freeman tracker to go with the Gordan Freeman tracker up there. Maybe if I get some time....Maybe.

I'll admit it, I laughed. In a good way, of course. Love it.
And do it. Pay homage to John Freeman, saver of humens.

[Geronimo.]

Tracker Dog Application Series 7

Username: The Dungeon Mistress
Tracker Dog you want: #21
Name you'll give it: Creeping Barrage
> The Creeping Barrage, for all those not in the know, was a World War One tactic and involed using heavy artillery to cover your men while they went through No Man's Land. I am assuming this is the origin of 'cover fire', though I am unsure of this fact.
> The Creeping Barrage tactic did have it's problems but overall was a large advantage. I am going to assume this is the same with the tracker Creeping Barrage because he is the first of his kind and therefore probably has design faults somewhere.
> Creeping Barrage is affectionatley nicknamed "Creep" by his Handler, Kat.
Reason why you want it:
> I am loving his adorable colour scheme and I feel it would work really well with the new Cyberpunk phase I'm going through.
> I find the weaponary very appealing and feel that he is perhaps the most awesome traker I have seen yet.
> Also, I was going to look for either an aquatic or an aerial, but this one is just so awesome and I am in love. <3 I'm actually bothering to go about this against all the other amazing forms, so it has to be really, really good.
> As I have mentioned before, the fact that he is the first tracker with a weapon fused into it demands exploration. Overcomming mild problems in design, etc, would be really cool! [Unless, of course, Nex says no faults, this is how many shots this guys has, etc. C;]
Will it be used in any kind of story? Yes! I am thinking furturistic, Cyberpunk war with some awesome comic book style villans... It's got my muse going again! C:<
>Creeping Barrage will also have to be given a character thread of his own with his story in it. I will order art when I have enough pets, or I shall find some of the freebie artists around the boards to draw him. If I get anymore trackers, I will write them into this story too. I plan to make it quite complex, with a few sides to every chapter.
>I'd also put him to 'guard' by trades
>One word: Add to fanfiction stories. Particually crossovers. n.n
What would you do if you won it?: Like the many others, I would run around screaming like a mad woman, trying to hug James [my laptop], even kissing my slimy little brother and possibly his friend too, start dancing, phone all my friends, PM all my CS friends and show them, take a breath, dance around a bit, post it on facebook, yell, wake up the neighbours, then faint with the awesomeness of it all. 8D[Try reading that ten times fast!]
Proposed Job/Role in Society:
> As Creeping Barrage is a Stealth Tracker, his primary role is to sneak in to enemy or law breakers buildings and gather intelligence.
> With the gun on his back, however, his purpose in missions can be that of a hidden sniper, shooting from concealed points and causing lots of damage.
> Creeping Barrage is required to make public apperances, especially to schools and parks, to give lectures to people about saftey or about joining one of the five Neon City Enforcer Squads. ['Enforcer Squads' are basically the Armed Forces, Intelligence Agencies and Police Forces combined. "Neon City" is the place where all the action is set.]
Proposed Handler: Creeping Barrage's proposed Handler would be Kat Shadow, my Fursona; just with a more Cyberpunk look, background and job.
> Most information about Kat Shadow will be in my Fursona thread, for which the link is in my siggy. In this, Kat has taken her anthromorpic Aye-Aye form, with all the markings.
> Kat works for the 'Neon City Enforcer Squad: Green' as a hit person and weapons specialist. She works to eliminate the threats of evil doers to society... literally.
[More information on Kat and her role will be explored throught the story and the introduction, as will links to clothing and explination of ideas.]
Theme Song: 'Showdown' by Pendulum. Please ignore the video.
Describe its personality:
> Creeping Barrage, like all trackers, is very loyal to both his creator, Nex, and handler, Kat. He has some degree of bondage to Green Squad and to the wider forces of the orginaisation and has pride in the fact he helps keep Neon City safe. He does his very best and beyond to follow his orders and the wills of his handle; even if he was only hanging onto life by a thin thread he would try and finish his orders.
> Creep is quite a possesive Tracker and often claims he 'owns' Kat. He dislikes seeing her by herself, in case she runs off without him, and is very much jealous when she talks to other people. This, unfortunately, is very hard to get over, even when Kat tries to shake him out of it.
> Creep gets quite quilt ridden when he does something wrong, be it failing to get the intel needed, or simply getting dirt on the rug. It takes a promise of a walk and a trip to the shooting gallery to make him feel less depressed.
> Like Kat, Creep is mildly trigger-happy and likes violence. He enjoys fighting movies with lots of action and comes alive during dangerous situations in missons. This may be one of the reasons why he is very well matched with Kat. Kat and Creep have managed to grasp using their various weapons together in fights due to many hours at the shooting gallery, where they both feel deeply contented.
> Unlike Kat, Creep harbours a fear of hights. He dislikes flying with Kat on her pulse board [Neon City's transport of choice- a type of hoverboard, but with more gadgets. It is controled by how you move your body]; especially when they're in a high speed chase. Of course, being the proud tracker he is, he won't admmit his fear to anyone, and does his best to work around it.
> Creep is also very affectionate, though he doesn't look it. Once you have gained his trust, he will bath you with his lickly long toungue and take over your lap so you can't move anywhere for a while. He's very cuddly and likes being fussed over, especially by little kids.
> Like many Enforcers and Trackers, Creep has become naturaly suspicious and inquisitive. He likes to puzzle over things on the off chance that they will help him in his mission. He understands quite a lot of things, as he is patient enough to work it out, which sharply contrasts to and sometimes brings him to odds with Kat.
> Something he has learnt while living with Kat is joking around. Like any dog, if you turn a water stick [a bit like a hose pipe] or put him in a dry room [think a room full of hairdryers that are lights, if you get what I mean], he will run around barking. He has also learnt the art of blackmail, which annoys Kat and her friends. Being a stealth tracker, he is really good at finding the best blackmail for people. Creep very much enjoys going out for walks to the park and exploring the city more. He especially likes the city at night, when all the lights are on, as it lets him see the colours better. It might also be the fact that Kat is wandering around half-blind because of all the lights. [What a meanie... Cx]
> Creeping Barrage has a fast metabolism and needs to eat quite a lot. Therefore, his main wish is for food, and he sometimes drags Kat into cafes across the City in his needing for feeding. Most of the cafe owners now Creep by now and give him free food when they see him, and the customers laugh and fuss over him. This makes Creep have quite a high opinion of himself, though that quickly deflates when Kat gives him the look as, according to her, "An Enforcer gettin' an overinflated ego will quickly think that he is superior to many others, gettin' more and more bossy and boastful, until someone important gets p*s*e* of and fires 'im." This makes Creep shut up pretty quickly.
> Finally, Creeping Barrage is quite pessimistic, though he does his very best to live in the moment with the rest of the population of the loud, fast, bright Neon City that he lives in.
Write an introduction for your Tracker:

The best introduction known to the trigger happy populance

>A really, really awesome gun: Kat
The green gunk zoomed towards the metal chair with alarming speed, prompting us to wonder what would happen if it hit. With the safety visor Nex had told me to put on darkening the room, I had to wonder why she'd given it to me. As I watched the projectile chemical fly closer to the chair I felt the exited twinges of anticipation in my stomach. The slime hit the chair, and suddenly flickering flames were dancing on the top, while half of the leg had been blown clean off. Another part of the chair was making an acidic puddle and the handle of the chair was so hot if you touched it you would probably set fire to yourself.

"That-", my brother was the first to speak because the rest of us were shell-shocked, "-was a very low-power shot?" I gave a maniacal grin towards the source of the chaos; a dog with a large dragging tongue, six ey-optics and a massive gun on his back which was steaming with the release of the last shot. I turned to Nex, tacking in her proud smile, the eyes that twinkled with affection towards her creation- all of which added up to an awesome mad scientist look. "Please, Ma'am, can I take this one?"

>It's a woman's job, I swear!: Kat
I suppose I should start from the beginning, now you've had an exciting bit. I'm Kat Shadow, Hit Person and Weapons Specialist and general bad-ass for the Enforcers. I live in Neon City, the most amazing place ever- where else can you have a Knitting shop next to a Pulse Board hire place?- and I do a very, very good job at keeping it a safe place to live, if I do say so myself. A while ago, I got a message from the boss telling me I was gonna get a partner. Now, while I'm nice and all, I'm pretty solitary. I didn't think I needed a partner, and I told him so. His answer? "You'll change your mind when you see him". This, of course, made me intensely curious and mildly p*s*e* off. I don't need anyone to help me, especially not a male. That's just insulting!

Annoyingly, all the other people in Green Squad seemed to know who my partner was. Even Beth, my best bud and our technological expert *cough*computergeekandhacker*cough, splutter* was assuring me I'd like 'him'.
"What I wouldn't give to see your face when you see him!", she'd laughed as she turned to the information on our next target. "You'll be so surprised, and grateful!"
"Beth, if this means a stupid Raver champion with swishy blond hair and a tan..." I remembered the last time she'd tried to set me up with someone. I'd ended up breaking his nose, the arrogant jerk. God, if she'd been one of the ones to choose my partner, I'd end up killing someone- preferably the partner, then a bad guy, then Beth.
"No, it's not!" Beth grinned at me, and swished her pink bob out of her face to play about with her info lens. "You'll really, really like this one! Man, if I had one of those as a partner, I would be over the moon! Unfortunately, She doesn't make any that will help me..."
"Right..." Beth wasn't making any sense what-so-ever- and she's supposed to be the 'smart one' in our team. Honestly, if we weren't so damn lucky and good at using our weapons -hours and hours of practise- we would have died a long time ago.

"Kat?" I stopped and looked up from where I was 'memorising' the information on my target. "Mmm?" I asked, not really bothered now we'd stopped talking about my proposed 'partner'. "A) Stop dwelling who your partner is, you'll find out tomorrow, and B) Your shift is over". I stood and walked out of the building with a little wave to my co-workers, glad of the fact that my day was over. Jumping on my Enforcer-logoed Pulse Board I took to the sky, obeying the speed limits, though I really couldn't wait till I got out of the uniform and into my civilian clothes. Then I could, well, not exactly ignore the rules, but slightly break a few of them. This comforting thought on my mind, I flew home cheerfully with a smile.

<A little gung-ho, are we?: Creep
I paused as I calculated the distance between me and the target, then at which points maximum damage would be done. This brainwork done, I steadied myself and charged my gun. I looked over to Nex, waiting for her signal. "Maximum force. Fire." With a single thought, the gun's trigger flicked and I almost stepped back with the force of the shot. When I got my bearings back, all that was left of the target was a small pile of ashes. Nex smiled. "Well done!" Her voice was full of pride and excitement; "I cannot wait until your new handler gets here! Her reaction, apparently, is going to be amazing! I bet she will adore you! If not, I certainly do, and I might just not let you go!"

Her teasing made me wag my tail and puff my chest out. Nex tickled my chin gently. "Just tomorrow and you will be leaving... I will miss you, Pup. Maybe when we see each other after you'll have more brothers and sisters with weapons!" While at first she was heavy hearted, the last few words had made her get that mad, exited glint in her eye. "Come on, X, we are going to use holographic targets to practise on before we call it a night!" I licked her hand gently, then howled for joy and moved closer to where the image projector was.

I fired my gun, obeying all of Nex's instructions with an innate ability and grace. The rest of my brain wandered to my new handler. According to Nex, who was the most trustworthy person I knew, She was part animal, so -hopefully- would be able to understand me. Also, like Nex, She was female. She was a hit person and a weapons specialist, so was the most qualified in her team to deal with me. According to her brother, Kieran, who had been in charge of keeping it a surprise, she hero-worshiped Nex and her creations. Most of us at the labs found that incredibly both amusing and good for our egos.

When one of my shots ended up nearly blowing a hole in the wall, Nex pronounced it the end of the session. "Well done, Pup. You'll make a good enforcer- scratch that- an amazing one!" Nex gave a laugh and nearly danced down the hallway. "Kat's just going to love you!" I watched her leave, and then one of the things she had said struck me. 'My handler's name is cat? Isn't that an animal?'

>Tried to wake me up and got injured- it's your own fault: Kat

I am not a daytime person. I am nocturnal, take the night shift at work whenever at all possible and limit the amount of time I'm in the light. Unfortunately, birds chatter loudly at dawn, Raver clubs are open 24 hours with their music, there are loads of traffic jams and my brother happens to enjoy calling in on me. So, I wasn't best pleased when I was actually sleeping before he jumped on me.

"Hey, Sissy, up and at 'em!" Kieran grinned, yanking off my covers. I glared at him sleepily, before burying my face into my pillow. "Notgettinup" I muttered. "Go way. Or I'll kick ya". The idiot then stole my pillow, before saying "I know you're an Aye Aye, but you've got a partner to see!" I groaned loudly, kicked him off my bed and stomped into the bathroom with a slam of the door.

I looked blearily into the mirror, my big white stripy ears and tail very obvious though my untameable black hair did it's very best to hide them. -"Ears and tail? What?" I hear you cry. Well, as it so happens, I am a human/Aye Aye hybrid. With white tiger markings. Don't judge or ask me why, 'cos I don't know. Don't worry your pretty little heads off though, Kieran's one hundred percent human- Sighing at my reflection, I started my routine.

Bumbling out of the bathroom like a drunk, I wandered into my bedroom. It had taken me a while to re-colour my streaks with my light bender [a UV light type thing that almost bend light around something so it looks a different colour], but I was still tired. And p*s*e* off at my dearest brother for waking me up. Selecting my jumpsuit and goggles from the touchpad on the wardrobe I glanced at my single non-photograph poster. It was one of the Nex tracker dogs, the only animal I really wanted. These dogs were intelligent, brave, and cute and were very good for their purpose. The only one who made them was Nex, a female being who lived in seclusion in the old laboratories just outside town. She was my idol, the one person who I really wanted to meet. Others had their famous Ravers, their handsome Pulse racers; I had a mad scientist who made dogs. Normal is for losers.

I walked into my living room where Kieran was waiting. "Took you long enough, huh? If you knew where we were going I bet you'd have been here within a millisecond." Before I could question why, he chucked me my red goggles and tied a blindfold around my head. "Comm’on Sissy. Let's go for a mystery flight before we meet your new partner!" With a hyper laugh that scared me more than a little, he led me to his enlarged Pulse Board.

<Waiting for the gal: Creep
Today was the day. I felt strangely detached from my fellow trackers and mildly nervous. I knew that She- no, 'cat', was going to love me -who wouldn't- but what if situations were flying wildly around my mind. I did my best to ignore them while focussing on the well wishing and goodbyes of my fellow stealth’s. Gold swirl was almost crying, both with happiness of me getting a new handler and a job, and the sadness of parting with a dear friend. The twins were pestering me on what I thought my handler would be like, demanding explosions "To remember the good days" and generally larking about.

Nex was bustling around the lab, rummaging through cupboards, trying to tidy up a bit, and muttering to herself in a language I couldn't understand. She looked impatient. "When will they get here? When? They are supposed to be here now... Maybe they are not coming, maybe it's just a stupid trick..." was heard when Nex finally switched to English. It was enough to worry me and my friends but they all tried to comfort me.

"Don't worry!" Smiled the female twin. "Humans get lost, and are always late to important things". I turned to her, a small bit of faithlessness in my eyes. "But this 'cat' person who is going to be my handler, she's part Aye Aye" I fretted. Gold swirl gently rubbed against me in a show of support. "She's still part human though. And I don't think She is called 'cat' as in the feline. I think her name is Kat. With a 'K'." I smiled at Gold swirl, relieved at having one small mystery solved. Gold swirl had successfully taken my thoughts away from being forgotten.

A few seconds later I heard a whoop through the window. A pair of people, one in a blindfold with really odd ears, were on a pulse board, practically flying vertical and on a collision course to the floor. "Kieran, this is really freaky! I can't freakin' seeeeee!" The blindfolded one was saying, while Kieran, who I'd just recognised, laughed like a maniac.
"They are here!" Yelled Nex, running out the front as she heard a crash and a series of "Owww..." "I'm gonna kill you, Bro!" and "Oh, crap"s were spoken. It seemed my new handler would be meeting me very shortly.

>Totally Awesome: Kat
"Good landing!" smiled Kieran as the cocky b*s*a*d stood up. I looked up at where he was with confusion. "Any landing you can walk away from is a good landing!" He elaborated. I blinked slowly, then realised by blindfold had come off. "I can see again!" I laughed, then turned to the building we had landed next to. I gulped like a fish and trned to my brother. "Are-are we...?" I couldn't speak. I was nervous and exited and there was a slight pain where I had crashed into the floor at a high speed. "Yes, Sissy. Welcome to Nex's labs, where we shall finally meet your partener!" Kieran said, spreading his arms wide as if he were a ringmaster, introducing the show. "Shall we?" Wordlessly, I followed him into the most amazing place in the world.

Nex's laboratries were awesome. There is no other way to describe them. Concept sketches adorned the walls, pictures of old trackers and their handlers were tacked to noticeboards and equations filled blackboards. Bubbling test tubes and funny coloured smoke were in some of the rooms and the air smelt of gunpowder. I didn't even stop to wonder how Kieran knew his way round, though thinking back I remember him having a notepage with directions written on.

At the top of a curved staircase stood Nex, who greeted Kieran with a familiarity that I was indefinately jealous of. I was the tracker fangirl, not him! Then Nex turned to me. "Ready for your track- oh chicken smoothies! I've told you!" I must have looked confused and probably slightly insane as inside I was fangirling over the fact that OMGNEXACCTUALLYSPOKETOMEIAMBLESSED!!!11!, compleate with Caps abuse and bad exclimation marks."Why do you think we're here? You're getting a tracker, dumbass!" Kieran burst out. "Huh?" I still wasn't really thinking straight because we were in Nex's labs,we'd met Nex and now I was getting a tracker? God, I might have fainted with the awesomeness of it all if it wasn't that I was so hyper. Nex gave a laugh. "Come on then, Kat, let us go and see your new tracker." I nodded slowly, and followed her into another room, literally skipping with joy and 'Squeee-ing' inside.

We were lead into a large lab, and here Nex stopped. Inside were four trackers-stealths, I noted- one with gold swirls, one with blue splatters and one with an odd tribal marking. And finally, in the middle of the room, there was a tracker with a gun. "#21!" Nex called, and the gunned one moved forward. "Meet Kat, your new handler. Kat, meet #21, your new tracker!" The tracker looked at me, and trotted forward. " Um... Hi? " The tracker barked. Now, I'm a little slow on translating things, but I knew that. "Hi, #21." I said, my voice full of awe. "I love your gun. It looks amazing! And-and your markings and colours! -They just fit so well! And just wow! This is awesome. This is awesome!" I was babbling and looking like a maniac, with Kieran face-palming and Nex looking like she might explode from held in laughter.

"Is he really mine?" I asked, suddenly fearful that such an awesome creature would be just very cruel joke from my brother. Nex looked shocked. "Of course! That is, if you want him. And promise not to get him to missuse his gun." The tracker looked up at me expectantly. "Apparently you're the best qualified to deal with me, and we've got similar personalities, when you're not 'fangirling', as your brother put it. So, what weapons do you have?"

My brother and Nex had stopped talking as I nodded to what #21 was saying. "So you can talk to him, huh?" said Kieran. "Told you you were weird!" I gave a smirk. "You are just jealous because I can shoot better than you, get a cooler uniform, I now have a tracker and you are just a measly human who runs a cafe. I win. Now, umm, Nex, would it be possible to go to a target range and show of our weapons? You do have one, don't you?" Nex nodded, and motioned for us to follow her.

W I P: While this is the introduction, it also is the first chapter of the story. Sorry for any confusion, or if this was not what you meant.

[↫mars↬]

Tracker Dog Application Series 7

Username:
Quill.

Tracker Dog you want:
# 21

Name you'll give it:
Elajas

Name Meaning:
Beast in Estonian

Reason why you want it:
He really is a magnifacent beastie, and he reminds me of a book I'm reading. Its called Leviathan and Its talks of genetically changed animals going to war, and this is what I think of. The beasties in the book are like flying whales and strange eight legged dogs. This Tracker reminds me of them.

Will it be used in any kind of story?
I hope so! If I am fortunate enough to get another, If I even get him, I would make a whole adventure for him.

Describe its personality:
He tends to withdraw himself from other Trackers. He feels like he is treated like a machine, than a living animal. He will connect with a specific human that treats him as a Tracker, instead of a machine. But when he is on a mission, nothing is more important than it. Focus is his priority. He refuses to rest until the villain is caught.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
It was that day. The day I was assigned my first Tracker Mission. I stood tall as the General walked in front of me, inspecting my uniform. I had ironed it for hours the day before. My hair was tied up into a tight bun and my hands at attention. He looked me up and down for a solid ten minutes until he actually said something, "You are in tip top shape Number Five. It seems that you were expecting my call." I stiffened. Had he known about my listener hawk that I had sent to listen in to his office whale he was choosing who to send on this mission? No, Its imposable. My hawk is un-see-able. I finally gulped, "No sir! I am always ready for action." It felt bad to lie to the General, but it had to be done. He nodded, seeming to take my bait, "Well, you are in top uniform, Number Five." He nodded again, concentrating and thinking. He then motioned to a commander on the side of the room to follow him. They went out a steel door in the back of his office. This gave me a chance to look around. I was in a round room, sort of resembling the "Oval Office". A desk was in the center with a lamp and a very costly looking laptop. The two finally came back out with a Tracker following them. I couldn't help but gasp. The tracker was normal, but there was a huge gun on the back of it. I staggered back and put a hand on a nearby chair to steady myself, "What did you do to it?" I asked them, a bit angry. They chuckled, and the General patted the head of the beastie, "This is our newest creation of the Tracker. Our top scientist, Nex, Spent hours on it. We think that its time that he is taken out on a test drive." He Smiled at me, "That's where you come in, Number Five." I couldn't take my eyes off of it's gun. It was easily half its size. I forced myself to return to the stand of attention, but my hands still shook in the late of the recent events. The General nodded, he seemed impressed of my actions. The Tracker sat and looked at me with its glowing green eyes. I looked into them and was surprised of what I saw. It was life. It was consumed with machines, but deep down it was still a regular, living, breathing, tracker. I smiled, "General? What is my mission with this beastie?" He nodded his head, "I need you and this tracker to go on a mission for me. You will be spying on a secret organisation, that is threatening the Tracker research." He narrowed his eyes, as he sat at his desk, "This will be very dangerous. This is why we have created this specific Tracker, for this mission." I smiled, "I accept." The General stood and shook my hand, "I knew you would." The tracker walked up to me and licked my hand. I smiled and patted its head and said, "Whats your name little beastie?" The General pulled out a paper and handed it to me. It was the information on this Tracker.
Name: Number 21
Gender: Male
Use: Anything
Specialties: Combat
Temperament: Good towards humans, Doesn't do well with other trackers.
I looked at the paper and then at the Tracker. "Number 21 eh? It doesn't suit you." I stood and looked at the happy tracker then said, "Elajas. I will name you Elajas."
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I was called back to the General's office a few hours later. It sounded bad. I stood there with my new Tracker. He seemed uneasy, the General. He kept wringing his hands and glancing around uneasily. I finally cleared my throught and said, "What is it, General?" He looked up at me and said shakily, "Nex's plans. They've been stolen."
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Drip. Drip. The sound of water dripping echoed in the sewers. My heavy boots sloshed in the filth of the tunnel, with my trusty Elajas at my side. He ran surprisingly fast for a beastie with a large gun on its back. I slowed to a halt right below a man hole and said, "Stop Elajas. This is where we get out." He wagged his tail excitedly, and I couldn't blaim him, it was pretty nasty down here. I put Elajas on the latter and helped him climb, not like hes done it before, but I always have to help him. When we emerged, the two of us stood in a narrow ally way overlooking a very rich looking building. I pulled out my map and looked at it, then at the building. "We're here, beastie." I said to him, as he growled restlessly. I patted his head with a comforting hand, "Its okay Elajas. We'll get them." I stood and motioned for him to follow.
The plan was we were to stick to the shadows, and reach the Eastern side of the building where there was an exposed air duct. Then, I would climb in and unlock a side door for my Tracker so he could come inside. We would then climb up the stairs, knocking out anyone who comes in our way with a form of jujitsu, that the Trainer and the Tracker learn together. We will then go to the heavily guarded side room where Nex's stolen plans were kept. We would get out by jumping out the window and leaving back through the sewers.
We got to the Eastern side easily enough, and I got in very easily, but we didn't count on the door being guarded. There were swarms of them, guns and everything. I wiggled out of the air duct and landed next to Elajas. "It isn't good, beastie. They have lots of guns, and there has to be at least ten of them!" He growled and pawed the ground impationtly. I thought for a good minute until I decided to go back in. I knelt down becide Elajas, "I will open the door for you, after I use the nock out gas in this bottle." I held it up for him to see. The beastie nodded his head, his toung wagging from side to side. I nodded and then clambered into the air duct. I wriggled in the tight space until I reached the grate.

MAJOR wip

[Dradogo]

The new Trackers look fantastic Nex <3 As you predicted, #21 is indeed seeming pretty popular. ^-^

[amarula]

Awesome!!

[tennisbutt]

Tracker Dog Application Series 7

Username: Tennis.
Tracker Dog you want: #21
Name you'll give it: Kanónas
Reason why you want it: Well, to start off, I've always wanted a tracker, ever since I saw them in the adoptables forum. When I saw them there, I was overwhelmed with awe for the new species. I had always longed for one, but was rubbish when it came to writing stories. However, when I saw Kanónas, I immediately fell in love, and eschewed coursework and homework to write this form. He is one of the most superbly designed trackers I have ever seen. His design is both simple and intricate, a perfect combination, and jumped out to me as I scrolled down the thread. This is the one time when something on CS made me literally jump in shock. It's true. You can check all my posts. All my other forms were a bit half-hearted but Kanónas's design and gun is just the type that makes you leap out of your seat.

What you would do with it:
I would draw art for it and care for it very well. I would create a tracker for it with its story and introduction as well as all the art I buy of him. If I did get him he would be loved the most, my first tracker. I would quite obviously crown him with my signature spot, as well as treat him like my beloved fursona.

His Markings:
{Unedited}His markings are so intricate. They look very natural and natural deigns are my favorite. Brown is one of my favorite colors and it fits so well with his gun. His markings really represent the tracker and together with his gun it looks superb. His markings with his gun make him whole. He just wouldn't look right without either one of these gifts. Designing and coloring these made me blind to what actually was the best tracker for me. I don't think any design would ever beat this.

His Gun:
His gun is just amazing. The detail put into it is scary. It seems almost real though I know it isn't. I think think up a thousand stories for that one gun and it's owner. Th gun really adds to the tracker and caught my eye immediately. The wiring to the body creates an almost robotic atmosphere to the tracker and makes a cool effect. It's an awesome addition to the already amazing tracker and I would love to have him.

Will it be used in any kind of story?
Yup. I'm writing one. (see below) I'm also going to carry the story on in my own Tacker thread that I'll create once I get my first tracker.
Describe its personality:
Kanónas used to be a kid and caring tracker who cared about nothing but the safety of his owner. Then he was recuited to the army. From that moment on his personality changed almost completely. He was taught to show no mercy at all and kill on command. His character became ruthless and merciless. He had become what his army members always dreamed him to be. A trained killer. But I'm here to bring his old self back. His true character not what was forced into him. His caring and kind one. The type that would protect his owner till world's end. The tracker who stood up to evil and used his instinct when firing his gun. Kanónas was the best of the best. The kindest of all trackers. But the killer of killers.
Likes and Dislikes:
Kanónas loves his gun most of all. It makes him feel whole, unbroken, and unblemished. The other half of him to function properly. It was his best friend during the war and now still is. Kanónas loves noodles. There is no particular reason, but he has now a strange obsession with noodles. Before, he gloried in the salty rust of the stench of blood. Even more so if he had killed the giver, but he has now found light, and blood is no longer part of his being.
Kanónas hates. He hates people commanding him to do something against his own free will. He hates that he has been programmed to answer to the word "Fire". He hates how it seems like a gift but is actually a curse. He hates being controlled by something other than himself. He hates brussel sprouts. Hate seems to define his being, if not for the light underneath the darkness.
Write an introduction for your Tracker:
Intro:

Today I saw the perfect Tracker to fit my every needs. It looked like a retired army dog with it's heavy packed gear. It was a well trained tracker that suited me and my needs. The moment I saw it I felt a bond grow between us. You know, I really hate referring to the tracker as 'it' now. I've given it a name, "Kanónas". It means cannon in Greek and it brought back memories of school back into my mind. It's time for bed now but I hope to visit Kanónas soon.

Today I was allowed to see Kanónas again. He looked excited to see me again when I came in. He reminded me of the puppy I never had. A brother that was never born. The bond we shared was growing every day and I couldn't bear to see him adopted by someone else. I asked Nex what I had to do to get him and it seemed easy enough at first but as the day progressed I was running out of ideas. Nex had asked me to show how much I cared for Kanónas.

Eureka! I woke up this morning with a great feeling for the day ahead. I was right actually. Well for once I was anyway. I had thought of the best idea to show my love to Kanónas. So today I went up to Nex and told her my idea. I pleased to say she actually agreed with it. Now I needed to put my plan into action. I'm off to try it. But I'll be back tomorrow.

Story:
I now am old a frail with only my most loyal guard Kanónas to protect me. He's told me many wonderful stories about himself and I long to tell them to the world but I vowed myself never to tell them until my near death. This time I'm here to tell the whorl about how Kanónas lost his gun and revived it again.
Once a long time ago before Kanónas was taken in by the creator Nex he had worked for the military much to my joy. One day when we were sleeping at night there was a loud bang and some footsteps coming towards my room. My home was a small bungalow with only 1 bedroom in it. The footsteps came towards my bedroom. I was young and had just got Kanónas and didn't know his true powers yet. At once I ordered him to stand guard.
Stand Guard! Target Aqquired? Fire on my word.
He had yet to get over the shock of military training and I was wrong to ask him to fire like that. It was all my fault and I could have done nothing to heal that mortal scar that was left in him. I was cruel and selfish to do that. I had done nothing but cause more pain and suffering for my favourite tracker. I was not keeping myromise to Nex Ta'ar. From that incident on I promised myself and Kanónas that I would not use his gun unless we were in a near death situation and I had no other choice.
That night Kanónas was truly shaken up. I sat with him all night without a wink of sleep. Oh, I forgot to tell you what happened to the robber? He died. I'm sorry for sounding like this but I vowed I wouldn't talk about it again. Now, when Kanónas sat with me that night he told me stories of his adventures and mysteries. It was like he opened a door in my head. I suddenly understood of of his pains and trouble and especially why Nex was so reluctant as to let him go.
Today I'm herre to share to you about how he lost his best friend and how Nex managed to revive it again. Yes, today it's the story of how Kanónas lost his beloved gun.
It was a dark military camp. Suddenly, Kanónas was woken up by shouts by his commander. He was trained to obey his master and his gun was programmed to obey that master too. He had no other choice but to tag along. They ran into the woods and Kanónas sprinted alongside. Then the commander shouted the fire command. Kanónas hadn't a clue where to fire. While he was working out where to fire the rest of the army disbanded. I was left alone in the middle of the woods. The moon was shining and a wolf howled. Kanónas hadn't a clue where he was.to be perfectly honest the stealth tracker was lost...
Suddenly from behind a huge lumbering figure attacked Kanónas. Not allowed to fire the sleath used his pure strength to fight this beast. In the dark he couldn't see what it was. His senses just recognised it as a beast. During the fight Kanónas must have been knocked unconscious because the next time he woke up it was broad daylight.
When he stood up again he felt he was lighter. The feeling felt like he could fly. It wasn't a horrible feeling but it wasn't a nice feeling either. Then after a moment he finally registered what was wrong. His gun was missing. It felt like he had been torn apart. His best friend just ripped away. His life, his job, his purpose just taken away in one night. He couldn't bear it. Now he was no use to the army so there would be no point returning. He would carry on walking through the woods until he found refuge and an owner that would be willing to take him in.
Slowly he walked on for days. Stopping by a place to rest as often as he could wether it was roots of a tree of piles of leaves. He always found one.
Finally, one day, he rested upon a building. He scented his own kindred. The building wasn't fenced in any way. The doors were unlocked. It seemed too easy but Kanónas was too tired to think.
In fact this wasn't a trap. This was the labatory of Nex Ta'ar. He was the one taking care of all these trackers. As Kanónas walked around the corriders who should he have bumped into but Nex herself. Immediately seeing that this tracker had lost a vital friend in immediately went to his lab and worked on a new gun for Kanónas. A better and improved gun that suited every one of Kanónas' needs.
WIP


Art:

http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/5391/0037dw.jpg

I hope this is OK. I remember you said we had ton write both an introduction and a story for #21 so here I am 83

[RainbowBizkit <3]

Hey nex if you posted for a tracker but feel like you have no chance at getting him, 4 days before his judging started could you change your form to the other one? just asking :3

[tennisbutt]

You can change your form around as much as you want as long as you have the form ready for the judging day.

[RainbowBizkit <3]

Yes :3 but can you change it to the other tracker? i would like to know before i change my form ;3