(Well, im goina rp as the human commander...Furry Commander can be whoever claims it first...asuuming this rp may have any life in it.)<br/><br/>The quaking crash of the bunker's steel doors could be heard through the entire battlefeild to any who werent engulfed within another's throat. Behind the door, stepping out from the shadowed concavity was a tall, lean man, eyes and body shrouded behind dark clothing, shades, shirt, slacks. He grinned out upon the battlefeild, groups of somewhat larger-than-average people stepped out from behind him, 10 feet tall at the smallest, and stood at his sides; his personal bodygaurds, needed because he refused to inject himself.<br/><br/>Grinning, the commander motioned forward, and two cannons suddenly rolled up to the front lines, follwed by their own trains of special soldiers, instructed to load them. One of the gaurds at his side, a woman looked down at him somewhat in worry, wondering if her commander was in his right mind; though, he didnt notice, continuing to grin maliciously as he approached the cannons, watching his men load large seeds into them, all to anxious to fire.<br/><br/>He continued to wait patiently, confident that with his weapons, he could win this war. He gazed out upon the battlefeild, then stepped slowly back behind his garuds, realising that there would of course be quite an amount of furs rushing him if they realised just who he was. He hoped the soldiers he had injected and sent out could buy him enough time; but, in the back of his mind, he worried about what the enemy commander may be plotting.