<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/HRRY4My.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Captain Bianka Saint<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Train Station<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chief Frederick Hagerstorm<strong>Mentioned:</strong>All Others<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The Saint Bernard who made even the Irish Wolfhound in the train car look about average sized sat at the back, just off to the side of the window, and spent the trip in quiet, always facing the rest of the car.  Wasn't always awake, but she was always facing forward, as if scanning the people all around it.  Bianka was indeed doing that, trying to observe, learn, get to know who was here... and whom she'd be working with.  So far, things were looking... she favored the word 'interesting,' and it certainly was better than some assignments she'd been packed into an APC and sent barreling across the land with.<br/><br/>The wolfhound... girl looked downright uncomfortable, from what she could tell it was with her clothing.  Not uncommon in Bianka's experience; their canine natures could be stronger or weaker depending, and she herself liked being bare even.  The skirt though made her chuckle quietly; girl hadn't gotten pants with a tail-hole, she'd bet anything.  Girl was almost as big as her though, which was impressive.  Almost as big though, not quite as 'wide,' and likely wasn't so dense she couldn't properly swim without<em>tremendous</em>effort like she.<br/><br/>The doberman... this girl made her huff.  She'd seen messy soldiers, but this girl was outright undisciplined!  Bianka figured she'd have her work cut out with her, keeping her in line.  With any luck she could learn, 'specially since she still looked young enough to learn easy.  After all, she wasn't quite an 'old dog' like she was, and she guaranteed every canine in the car had heard that old human adage...<br/><br/>The akita... well if this wasn't a bitch she wanted to get to know better, then there likely wasn't one in the universe.  That body, that<em>howl</em>... glad she was sitting in back; her pants had gotten a tad<em>tight</em>at her.  She just hoped she wasn't all looks, but then again she was more concerned about having to train the doberman; at least she seemed to have her shit together.<br/><br/>The german shepherd... girl was a pup, plain and simple.  Made Bianka feel old just<em>looking</em>at her, the aged in her grinning at the refreshingly energetic youth, the veteran in her groaning at the greenness that exuded from her in palpable waves.  She'd have to make sure she stayed alive long enough to figure this shit out...<br/><br/>As the train ground to a halt peacefully, Bianka let out a short 'ruff' and stood, not bothering to stretch yet (there wasn't much room to do so).  She grabbed her two bags - large soft military cases - and her long hard case that held her 'baby', and promptly made her way off.  Off and over to where she could grab the<em>rest</em>of her luggage; two more large,<em>heavy</em>, hard cases clearly military in nature.  The bags and her rifle slung over her shoulder, she got a heavy case in each arm and seemed to be carrying them with minimal effort off the platform.  Her size was<em>clearly</em>not for show.<br/><br/>As she made her way, at least two of the other police-dogs were stopping in front of a man, a man that she recognized.  Aha, this was the Chief, excellent!  Not bad looking for a human, and a male, looked the authoritative part too.  She liked that; Bianka wouldn't have been able to stand it if the man didn't have any confidence or authority, what kind of leader was that supposed to be?  Grinning - a strangely toothy endeavor for the St. Bernard - she promptly made her way way over to the man, and when it finally came time to introduce herself... she dropped the two heavy cases to the ground - she could have swore the cases caused the ground to crack a little - and immediately belted out two loud, deep barks in rapid succession.  Immediately with the rest of her gear the tank-top clad woman in fatigues and boots snapped into a crisp, clean, effortless salute to one's superior.  She'd been doing this a long while.<br/><br/>"Sir, Captain Bianka Saint, retired Captain, Terran Planetside Defense Forces!  Combat Engineer MOS, CQB Master Instructor and Range-Master!" she belted out authoritatively, disciplined. "It's a pleasure to meet you Chief Sonovabitch!"<br/><br/>After a dead moment, her stern expression broke into a grin that sloshed the contents of the small barrel around her neck, but she held the salute.  Clearly her hearing wasn't any diminished after firing literally countless rounds on target and down-range.  She also clearly had a sense of humor, and hoped the Chief did too (which considering his comment about what he was called, she figured it was a safe bet).