Silver stood still a moment, as the group formed themselves into a decent line. Everyone stood at attention well, and he walked down the line, looking at each face as he passed. The group were a very mixed bunch indeed; mostly young, but still varied in age. All manner of species and appearances, both genders well represented. 
"At ease," he said after a moment, and waited until they'd relaxed a little before continuing. 
"You've all been transferred to this unit; many of you will have no idea why. I'm sure some of you may have been uprooted from somewhere you were comfortable. Others, not so much. I apologize if that's the case; as it's my fault. I was charged with creating a new unit, and I requested some of you after reviewing your files. I won't say which now, as that's not important."
He eyed their faces for reactions as he stopped in front of them, to better address the crowd, and gauge their reactions. 
"The LDF has never been an especially conventional force, but there are particular ways it does things. However, our challenge, both as the 101st, and as part of the [i]Parvan's Claw[/i] as a wider group, is to construct an 'unconventional warfare' group. We are to explore tactics, ideas and concepts to engage the enemies of Landren, and to support our allies and the Landren people, both in warfare and any other tasks, and also to investigate and act upon any other, hm... [i]'Unusual Incidents or Information'[/i] that may be uncovered during our missions."
He looked over them carefully, his ears flicking back and forth, and head tilted on one side. How would they react to this? He was expecting plenty of questions, and rightly so. 
Moving on, he continued speaking - he'd give them as many answers as he could, and then see what their reactions were.
"I've seen all of yer files. I picked some of ya out, others were sent to me. I ain't gonna say which is which - and y'all ain't ever gonna know. It don't matter anyhow. Yer here now. There are people out there who want us to fail, who wanna be justified in thinking this is a stupid idea, and none of y'all will ever amount to anything".
He eyed the faces in the group. 
"Y'all might be thinking, ya know better'n me, or better'n that. That you're the shit, y'all are mean mothers?"
A grin crept onto his muzzle. "Damn, show me it's true then. Do what I tell y'all to, and show me that, an' teach those around ya to be just as good, if you're that kick-ass".
His expression became firm again, as he continued. "An' if yer not, if yer a consumate pro, if yer quiet and controlled, an' y'all know yer stuff. Or if yer quiet, and unsure - then that's fine too; all's we got ta work with each other. Y'all got picked up cos ya know how and what yer doing. Because y'all have got something I want in this group. An' that'll make it work in time. It won't be easy, an' it won't take five minutes - but sometime, it'll happen. We ain't all people who're gonna fit together. There's gonna be arguments an' times yer all gonna hate me or each other. But y'all will find out ya can work together, and we're gonna stick a big middle finger up at those people who said we ain't gonna come to anything - or we'll die tryin'."
He nodded and leaned back, folding his arms, tapping one foot. 
"Get the rest of yer gear stowed, and familiarise yerselves wi' the common area. All the layout's on yer PADDs, mess hall, facilities and all that crap. Take an hour to look around. I'll be sittin' in the common area fer questions. After that - we start preppin' fer our first exercise. Fall out, 'riders"