The rookies stood up straight one next to the other and saluted. They spoke loudly, but refrained from yelling. The way in which they addressed Thaddeus showed potential experience, and their voices showed they were confidant in themselves. They sounded off one at a time from left to right.

"Sir! Wolf, Fourleg Squad!"

"Sir! Tiger, Fourleg Squad!"

"Sir! Panther, Fourleg Squad!"

They stomped their boots on the ground at the same time, holding their salutes. Custom call signs AND a custom squad name. These guys had been around for a while, and it showed in how thorough they were with protocol. For the Colonel's reputation, the grunts didn't all that concerned about possibly being sent to their deaths. Behind them, their machines were being unloaded and matched their squad name.

The first belonging to Panther matched his name, a black panther styled mech with a massive long range rifle on it's back. 

The second belonging to wolf was a gray wolf mech with a double barreled medium range cannon on the back.

The third was a Tiger, clearly belonging to Tiger. This machine was gold and black and had missile batteries mounted in the back. 

Each of these machines had vibro-claws for melee combat, and the joints and air filtration systems were clearly advanced. These machines weren't unloaded normally, rather they walked themselves off. Normally the Gazere were the ones who used beast mechs, but these seemed to be a joint effort. 

Each and every machine had Talon symbols all over them, and they each has in big bold letters "With the might of God's creatures we bring his wrath." They surely didn't lack in Talon pride, or faith.