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1939, Breslau, Germany
"When my father announced that he and Uncle Stripe would be having the whole family move from our home in Brisbane to Germany, they were met with a puzzled look and a lot of questions. Why? Where? When? Dad had explained the whole situation; he and Stripe had started an international research organization, a group dedicated to the cause of bettering the canine condition. He had found this strange rock beneath the Earth in Germany, and with help from Stripe and friends, formed Group 935. Me and my big sister Bluey had large backgrounds in science, well, mainly Bluey, she had already acquired about 11 hard science PHDs from all over the world before I even had my medical license."
"This blue rock is certainly unusual, we haven’t nailed down what element it is or if it’s even from Earth, all we know is that it has almost limitless potential. Folks around the office call it ‘Divinium’ or ‘115’, I personally choose to call it ‘Greg’ but that's just me."
"Bingo! There you are! What’re you doing? We have orientation to attend in a few minutes, it’s very important."
"Oh for real life, Bluey? We already attended orientation when we moved here and I’m in the middle of making a recording. Can’t you see the microphone in my hand?" Bingo sarcastically waved the microphone in her paw to a not-amused Bluey.
"Let’s go, sis, Dad’ll probably kill us if we don’t attend." Bluey replied stoically, crossing her arms as she walked out of the room to the orientation.
"Ugh…a-anyway, 115… Honestly, I think Bluey is still butt-hurt she had to cut ties with all her friends. She’s been quite rude lately…" Bingo stops the recording and gets up, putting on her white lab coat as she walks out of her lab.
Orientation was packed, hundreds of dogs working for the new organization gathered around in front of the podium, waiting for Bandit to brief them on their new duties.
“O-okay everyone, please be seated.” Bandit taps the microphone, clearing his throat. “G’day mates, and welcome to Group 935!” A round of applause booms from the crowd, being politely shushed by their new boss. “Allow me to congratulate you all on your new positions, this is a prestigious moment for the entirety of our species' history. Each of you represents the future of canine-kind, you are the pioneers of discovery, the future of technological advancement. In your paws lie the destiny of our species, a great power to behold, but with great power comes a great responsibility.” Bandit chuckles as he flips through his papers, looking out to the giggling crowd. “I-In all seriousness though, with this new power comes the unbreakable promise of absolute secrecy. Nobody must know what you do, where you work, where you live, what our research has uncovered. Of course, each of you has likely cut ties with all of your friends, maybe even family and especially your governments. Do know that this is done to keep this knowledge out of the wrong hands, we cannot afford to let this incredible power be squandered or incorrectly used. In your lockers lies your field ops manuals, they will direct you on what to do should our manifesto get compromised, consider these manuals to be your bibles. Make your preparations now, my friends, a new dawn is beginning for canine-kind!”
The crowd of new hires give Bandit a round of applause, eventually getting up and going to their lockers. Bingo looks over to Bluey, who seemed to have been extremely invested in her father’s speech. “Bluey, hey, Bluey!” Bingo nudges Bluey’s arm, getting her attention. “Y-yeah? What’s up sis?” Bluey looks over at Bingo, who returns with a face-palm. “You know you should try not to get distracted when you work, big sis. Well anyway, I wanted to tell you that Mum and Dad have a little experiment for us to look into later with them.” Bingo giggles as she tells Bluey, who gives a look of curiosity.
“What kind of experiment?” “Uh, something involving teleportation, I think.” “Hmm, I could look into it with you, though I might be busy working on the new DG-3 prototype.” “What? DG-3??? I haven’t gotten the DG-2 working yet!” Bingo replies to Bluey, feeling a little betrayed that her sister had started working on a newer model of wunderwaffe. “Ah don’t worry about it, they’re crazy different conceptually, your DG-2 isn’t going anywhere, I promise you.” Bluey reassured Bingo, patting her on the back. “And don’t worry about me if I can’t help out with the teleporters, I’m sure your bestie Lila will be around to help.” Bingo thought to herself, remembering that her best friend did get hired for 935. “Well, if you need me, I’m gonna be reading that manual, I’ll be in my lab if you need me!” Bluey walked away, leaving Bingo alone in the empty courtyard.