"Fall in, Mutts!", the Sergeant bellowed as he moved to the front of the gaggle of scurrying warriors. He found his position, facing opposite of the formation of Blues and paused impatiently as the last grunt covered and aligned. "This is it", he began, "All your training has been for this moment"..."I've been hard on you dogs, but now you are the best damn unit in the entire legion.". On queue, the formation roared out "TORG!" The Sergeant waited for the cheer to end then continued, "You face a deadly opponent and most of you will not survive...but you were made for this, you will fight this day and the enemy will remember who you are...you are of the Legion of Torg! You are the first wave!"