The Den of Democracy was docked at a federation command station. A large super destroyer built to house hundreds of crew members and super earth's finest. The helldivers, troopers that would descend via pods onto many battlefields to turn the tide with unconditional warfare. No matter what the risks were.

However this particular platoon was a rather unique case. All being cloned stock from a white furred wolf like alien. Far from the normal drafted humans that the federation would deploy. Yet not less effective due to their life long training. The ceremonial greeting was less then perfect however.

While they were all lined up saluting to meet their commander at the super destroyer's entrance, they seem to not be able to stop their own grudges today. Mutters and whispered insults to each other could be heard despite the Super Private shushing and growling them to stop to keep the professional atmosphere just perfect to meet their. However a recon diver would soon mutter something crass and rude to a heavy weapon diver about the size of her hips. That caused her to snap her head to her squad mate

"Oh you bitch. That does it!" In a moment she lunged tackling the recon diver to the ground and ripping off her helmet as she began to painfully use it as a club to smack the venomous scout across the face. Before the scout skillfully kicked her leg out. Knocking the heavy weapons clone off of her feet as both let out viscous wolfish growls as they locked up once again. Battering each other with fists as the other divers soon circled around the two cheering for the one they preferred like a crowd admiring a street brawl. Despite the super private now screaming to get the platoon back under control.

None of them hearing the hiss of the door to the entrance way open to reveal the rather disorganized hectic sight.