Here's the complete Bio of this story from my profile and what it will mostly be about.

This is a story about the Keroro platoon leaving earth for a few years after the invasion is canceled. But they come back after learning that because of Pekopon's sin count (Thanks to Angol Mois the planet wasn't destroyed because of Keroro's pleas) the planet has caught a terrible disease that will spread to the rest of the universe if not destroyed. However, Angol Mois no longer wants to destroy the planet bitter at how Keron stopped her from destroying it before and letting them live with their mistakes. She decides to let the universe take itself out. A war begins between Keron and Angol as Keron tries to get Angol to destroy Pekopon and Angol refuses.

Be warned, deathfic.

Basically I decided to write this fic because I wanted to write something epic like Happy End but I don't think anything will be as good as that. Going to see if this story goes anywhere and will be as fun. Hopefully it will be a nice run. Please give me suggestions because the chapter summary was written years ago and I don't know if I want to stick to all the bad ideas.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Also there may be possible smut in the future of this story? Probably. Unless I change that.

To the Keroro Platoon:

This memo is to hereby inform the members of the Keroro Platoon that after 7 pekoponian years (700 years in Keron time) the council has ruled that it is highly unlikely that the invasion will be successful or benefits Keron in any way. You will be given two weeks to pack your things and leave the planet.

Keroro held the letter in his hand sent by headquarters. Reading it aloud he shook a bit.

They had known this. They had all known that the invasion countdown was running out. Headquarters had given them plenty of hints, first sending a clock with a countdown, sending nicely worded letters to hurry up, but over the years the Keroro Platoon had grown numb to their threats.

After all every time they did remove the Keroro Platoon from Pekopon they changed their mind pretty quickly and sent them back.

So Keroro's platoon had slowly stopped thinking about what would happen when the time with their pekoponian friends would end. It wasn't even that they were pushing it out of their minds pretending like it would never happen. They had honestly forgotten.

Keroro had always imagined that he'd watch Fuyuki grow old, play with his children and his grand children. That they'd be friends till the end.

But the memo that he had been given made it seem like that wouldn't be the case.

"They could change their mind. Again. They do do that a lot." Tamama pointed out, his voice shaking as he tried to reach out to pat Keroro's hand. Keroro didn't notice that Tamama was trying to provide him some sort of comfort, so instead he handed Tamama the letter to read for himself.

"We'll have to leave Pekopon? We only have two weeks left?" Giroro asked. He looked shocked and saddened himself. He was no doubt thinking about the pekoponian girl, Natsumi, who he had fallen in love with. "I suppose it's about time. Keron must have realized this invasion is a failure." He tried to put up a tough front.

"I doubt they'll change their minds. Ku, ku, ku." Kululu chimed in, "I've heard the economy on Keron is doing pretty poorly, it probably costs them more to keep us here than have us back home."

Keroro slumped down in his chair. "But..." I don't want to leave. I don't want to leave Fuyuki!

"Do you think we'll be punished?" Giroro finally asked. "After all we weren't successful in our invasion. We wasted tons of money. What kind of consequences do you think they'll throw at us when we get home?"

"Jail time for being failures?" Tamama weakly suggested.

"Execution is usually the standard procedure." Dororo told him, "Keron doesn't take well to people not representing them very well. I myself had to assassinate several failures."

Keroro tried to tune them out. "Doesn't matter." He shook his head, "We're leaving all our friends anyway." He had become rather numb and had kind of shut off the very real dangers they faced.

Luckily, Kululu had shut Keroro out too. It was something he was very used to doing since Keroro didn't have much to offer in conversation anyway. "There's a possibility that we won't get punished at all." Kululu pointed out.

Everybody looked up at him. Kululu was usually the last person ever to cheer anyone up, but he was also a voice of reason.

"After all we're not actually failures. Originally we weren't supposed to invade this planet all on our own, that's an impossible task. We had the whole military backing us and we were just the first forces they sent onto the ground. Then they turned coward and ran. Ku, ku, ku." Kululu turned to Mois, "Anything to add?" After all this was a great opportunity for one of her token idioms.

"You could say, tail between their...Wait, no they're frogs. They don't have tails! " Mois got the idiom wrong.

Kululu shrugged. "Anyway, they were weenies and ditched us. Although it would be very much like Keron to execute us anyway as a cover up for their own cowardice. Pinning the failures on us instead of them. Ku, ku, ku. I can believe that."

Nobody was cheered up.

Giroro looked back down at the sheet. "Do...Percent wise, how much of a probability is there that we won't have to go back to Keron?"

"2 percent. This message sounds like the real deal." Kululu answered. "70% percent chance we get executed when we get back to Keron. So either we'll never see our pekoponian friends again or we'll never see anyone again." Kululu shrugged.

"So we're all going to have to say our good-byes." Giroro sat down. He didn't want to do this. But it was best to be serious about this sort of stuff.

Keroro peeked over at his platoon mates. Why did things have to end like this?

He didn't want to leave any of them.

The first week was like walking on eggshells. Keroro made the platoon promise not to tell any of the pekoponians because in the case that they were executed, he didn't want any of their lives to be ruined.

So they just tried to make the best of their time left. Keroro would throw elaborate parties that they all got to attend except Dororo who had been forgotten about.

Keroro just laughed and laughed like he was putting up a false front.

Eventually in the invasion meeting room, when they all were trying not to think about their looming demise, the monitor turned on from a video call.

"Who is it?" Kululu asked Mois, who handled most of the communication work.

"Garuru." Mois responded.

"Patch him through." Keroro ordered. The monitor changed from static to Garuru's face.

"Keroro Platoon!" Garuru saluted, "I heard the news that you'll be coming home to Keron again."

Keroro nodded, "Yes, we've been called back."

"Um...You don't happen to know what will happen to us when we're brought back do you?" Giroro asked.

Garuru was silent. As if he was ignoring Giroro. He coughed a bit. "Don't get on any ships that come from Keron to retrieve you." He advised, "At least not unless they say they're affiliated with me. I have a plan."

"A plan?" Keroro perked up. "Wait a minute...Is something terrible going to happen to us when we get back to Keron?"

Garuru didn't say anything. He sighed after a moment. "It would just worry you if I told you what Keron has planned. But I promise you one thing, I won't let anything happen to my little brother."

The monitor shut off and the entire platoon was quiet.

It was Keroro who finally spoke. "So...They're definitely going to execute us."

"Huh? Why would you say that?" Tamama asked.

"You could tell by how worried he was. It's obvious." He laughed for a moment, "We should stop thinking that things aren't set in stone. Our demise is coming."

They all knew they didn't have long. They weren't prisoners yet, but they all felt like they were on death row.

Another week passed and the two weeks that had been designated to be the time when the Keroro platoon would leave came and went. Another week passed with no word from Keron.

Each member of the Keroro Platoon was getting very different. The stress of knowing that they would die, never knowing that when they woke up it might be their last day, was getting to them.

Each member handled it a little bit differently. But they all had the kind of anxious tone to them, the stressed off look like they weren't sleeping or eating much of anything. They were all afraid although some like Giroro and Kululu tried to hide it a little better than others.

Today might be my last day. Tomorrow might be my last day. Who knows? Giroro thought to himself. He cooked some sweet potatoes by his fire as he did every night so that Natsumi wouldn't be suspicious. Nothing was supposed to worry him. He was a battle hardened soldier.

"Hey, Giroro!" Natsumi twirled around the corner of her house to wave at him. "How have things been today?" She sat down next to him.

"Oh...It's been good." Giroro lied, trying not to sound suspicious. He thrust the sweet potato over to her.

Natsumi smiled at him as if she enjoyed being near him more than anything else. Having these small moments with him. Her smile made him feel special.

"You guys haven't had one of those invasion plans lately." Natsumi pointed out chewing on her potato. "What's been going on? The stupid frog's been acting weird. Weirder than usual."

"He caught a cold." Giroro lied.

"Oh." Natsumi didn't sound like she really believed that. "Speaking of weird, you've been acting kind of weird lately too. Get a girlfriend or something and trying to hide it from me?" She teased.

"W-what...? No!" Giroro blushed and shook his head. The only person he wanted as a girlfriend was Natsumi. He had to hand it to her though, with all his worry she still made his heart explode and frazzled him.

Should I tell her what's going on? Should...Should I tell her about my feelings for her? Giroro knew it wouldn't benefit him in the least bit to confess to Natsumi. He might have a day with her but it would hurt her more than anything if he left.

He wasn't that selfish. Even if he wanted to tell her he loved her before he died, he couldn't. It wasn't right.

"The truth is, Natsumi..." He trusted Natsumi. She was his battle partner. His friend. "Keron is tired of the invasion. They're going to send us home. We don't know when the ship will come. They're a week overdue."

Natsumi dropped her sweet potato, shocked at the statement. "Y-you're leaving?" She asked.

Giroro nodded. It was a half truth. Likely they would die, but they were also leaving. "Please don't tell Fuyuki. I think it's Keroro's right to tell him."

Natsumi nodded solemnly. She looked very sad about him leaving. "Well, there's always hope that it'll be canceled right? I mean your planet's pulled this crap before." She punched him lightly in the arm. "Maybe I'll have you for longer."

Natsumi seemed to deny the fact that he'd leave instead of listening to it. He wondered if she'd cry when they left.

"Maybe." Giroro lied, although he didn't believe it. "I'll..." Miss you. I love you more than anything. I'll never love someone as much as I'll love you. "I'll punch Keroro in the face if it turns out I have to be stuck on this rotten planet with him for much longer." He lied.

"I'd like to see that." Natsumi smiled, "It's not that rotten though. I hope someday you'll see here as your home too." She gave a sparkling smile to him.

Giroro wished he could believe her. But Pekopon wasn't his home. It never would be. He loved Natsumi and she felt like his home, but the planet was not.

I hope Garuru's okay...Giroro thought to himself. He shouldn't fight for my sake too hard. I understand that we failed. And I deserve the punishment. I'm okay with it. After all I committed a great taboo by falling in love with Natsumi.

Still, I wouldn't change things for the world. I don't regret one moment we shared together. Giroro smiled. He had been scared for weeks at his looming death, but he was accepting it. He was okay with what happened.

He'd accept his punishment.

Tamama didn't see any reason to hide what was happening from Momoka, about him leaving, and about his oncoming death. After all she was his friend and he trusted her. Although they were friends he knew she'd get over him leaving eventually. She could find new friends.

He was easily replaced.

"I own half the economy. I'm rich, Tamama. We could do something." Momoka tried to plead with him. "Let us make weapons for you. Fight for your behalf. My parents would be fine with it. They just want me to be happy."

Momoka was offering solutions instead of comfort.

Tamama shook his head. "You can't stand against Keron." He told her, "It'll be okay. We don't know for sure that we'll die. Garuru's working on it."

Momoka didn't look like she believed him. "Let me do something for you. Anything." She begged, "You must have some sort of worry. You're unnaturally calm."

"I'm not calm! I'm frightened." Tamama snapped. "I'm shaking. But it's not for my sake. If the Keroro Platoon is all sentenced to death that means Keroro will die too! I don't want him hurt."

Tamama was shaking and crying. Momoka pat his back.

"Tamama..." Momoka whispered, "Are you going to tell him? About your feelings? After all you don't have long. After all these years of attempting to win his affection over Mois don't you think it's about time to tell him why you joined the Keroro Platoon?"

Tamama looked down and wiped his face. Was it time? "He doesn't love me..." He whispered, "Keroro's not gay. He hasn't ever shown any signs to be attracted to men."

"He's never shown any signs that he's attracted to girls either!" Momoka pointed out. "I mean he's just as cold towards Mois's affections than yours. Maybe even more awkward about those." She tried to encourage Tamama, "You won't lose anything by telling him. Make the best of the time you have left!"

Tamama thought for a moment. "I can't. After all I'm not the only one dying. He is too. And he'd be much happier to never know." He looked down at the ground again. "I want him to have the happiest time he can. And I hate to admit it but I'm not part of that. I bet Keroro's ideal last moments don't have me in them at all."

"That isn't true..." Momoka tried to tell Tamama.

"But it is. So this will be my gift to him. Keeping my feelings a secret so he doesn't have to deal with them. I'll just let him be happy, I won't even act jealous if he wants to spend his last moments with that woman." Tamama was giving small silent cries as tears dropped off his face.

Momoka hugged him. She understood what he was doing, sacrificing his happiness for Keroro.

Would I do the same for Fuyuki? Or would I be desperate to have his affection even for a little while? She'd probably do the same.

After all she and Tamama really did love their love interests. It wasn't just a selfish love.

Dororo might have been scared, but that didn't mean he'd just give up. Of course he told Koyuki about everything that was happening too.

"What are you going to do?" Koyuki asked him.

"I'm going to spend every last moment I have training. I won't let them take me without a fight." Dororo's eyes glinted. He was always the one forgotten, neglected, but he was also the best one to deal with assassins and execution.

This planet was something he loved, it was his new home. It was the only place he felt safe. He had made a new version of himself on it. He had been reborn.

And they'd have to kill him to tear him away from it.

I will protect the planet. And I will protect myself. He knew that most of the members of the platoon had given up. Heck they didn't even say any good-byes to him or a message of motivation. But he wasn't like them.

He wasn't going to sit in the corner and cry. He was going to do something with his last moments.

"Spar with me, Lady Koyuki. After all I can't imagine the keronian soldiers being any stronger than you." He had to get real when fighting Koyuki. She was strong after all.

"I'll pull out everything that I have." Koyuki vowed. She wanted to help her friend too. "And when they come for you I won't let you fight alone. I'll fight by your side."

Dororo nodded. Koyuki was a constant in his life. His other half, his friend, his soul mate. And he would never give her up.

He'd be happy to accept her help.

Just like Tamama and Dororo, Kululu trusted his one friend, Saburo. He also told him what was going on and kept him posted.

He didn't talk to him face to face though. Perhaps his courage had failed him, perhaps he was a bit afraid of getting to real and becoming a pathetic display of fear but he instead instant messaged him with the news.

Kululu: So guess what Keron did?

Saburo: Did they promote Keroro again? Give him a second Keron Star?

Kululu: Nah, worse. Apparently they've called us back home and will be sending a ship at any moment to ship us home. It's a week late so who knows when it'll be here. But that's not just the icing on the cake. They'll execute us too for being failures. I mean they're the failures but this is an easier way to explain their failure. We're the scape goats.

Saburo: Man...That's horrible. And there's nothing you can do about it? That's a real bummer. Do you need me to come over there? Are you going to be okay? That sounds...More intense than something that should be discussed over instant message.

Kululu: It's not as bad as I'm making it sound. I mean something that I've kept from my platoon is that likely I won't get any punishments. I mean fifty percent chance that I'll be demoted because they love demoting me, but I won't die like the rest of them. I'm a great genius. They need me. They can't afford to kill me.

Saburo: ….But...

Kululu: That and I neglected to mention I've been keeping a detailed report of how I tried to aid the invasion and all the inventions I've done and how the failures are never on me and instead on Giroro and Keroro. Although the few times I did screw up just for a prank I neglected to mention. Ku, ku, ku. It'll make Giroro and Keroro's condition worse but I'm confident I can weasel out of execution.

Saburo: That's good news I suppose. Keroro's a nice guy but I don't care much for Giroro. He's always been really cold to me for some reason. I don't know what I did wrong. I'm a nice guy after all! What's his deal?

Kululu: Starts with an 'N', dude. You haven't caught on why he dislikes you?

Saburo: ...Narnia? Is this about how I thought the Narnia book I loaned to Keroro somehow Giroro stole? I apologized for that already!

Kululu: Ku, ku, ku. Thanks for talking by the way. Promise that I'll keep in touch on instant message when I get to Keron.

Saburo: And I believe you. It's been a crazy ride getting to know you, Kululu.

Kululu smiled as he logged off. His nerves had been a tiny bit jittery, but Saburo always managed to sooth them. Perhaps it calmed him to act egotistical. He knew after all that he wouldn't really get executed. What he was really worried about was leaving Pekopon forever. Not even being able to use all the years of blackmail he had gathered on the Hinata siblings.

"Better install something into the computer so I can get Keronian cable though...Got to keep up on news on Keron." Kululu reminded himself. Garuru had said he was doing something.

And he wanted to be well informed, make sure there really was nothing to worry about. So he installed the thing just to be safe.

Keroro was by far the most outwardly afraid.

I can't tell Fuyuki. It would just hurt him. Keroro reminded himself. He was barely sleeping, barely eating. It was all his fault.

If only he had been a better leader.

"Uncle, is there anything I can do for you?" Mois asked. She knew about what Keroro was going through.

"No. I can't entertain you right now. Please leave me alone for a while." Keroro didn't have the patience to be nice, he had to think about what to do with his last moments.

Mois looked hurt but nodded. She didn't really understand the fear of an inevitable demise. Shouldn't they have already gone through this before? After all they live with me! A planet destroyer. And I constantly threaten to kill almost everyone. It was like they didn't take her seriously.

She walked away.

Keroro continued thinking about what to do. "I...I want to spend my last moments, happily with Fuyuki." He finally decided, "Doing all the things Fuyuki wants to do. Just having the best time ever."

"Last moments?" Fuyuki had overheard him.

Keroro jumped up. "Last moments of living in my room!" He lied. "I'm thinking of becoming a cashier and moving out."

"Oh." Fuyuki frowned, "You don't have to. We can live together forever."

Keroro felt like there was a frog in his throat. That's not going to happen. He wanted to cry. "But...Let's try to make the best of things anyway." He suggested.

Fuyuki was confused but nodded.

They played together for the rest of the day, but Keroro couldn't properly enjoy any activities he and Fuyuki did. Eventually he just left for his room and locked himself in.

All he wanted to do was make Gundam models. I'm going to die. I was a horrible platoon leader so my platoon's accomplishments won't be the only thing I leave on the world. It'll be only these toys.

He had no skills. He couldn't actually make anything. So all he could do was pretend he was successful with his Gundam models.

Throwing himself back into old habits, all he did was hoard and quietly paint his models. That was all he did for days.

Nobody saw Keroro as he stayed in his room making his models and being completely unhappy.

Angol Mois knew it wasn't her life that was in danger. Her life would likely stay the same. Although she had to choose if she wanted to stay on Pekopon waiting for the pekoponians to die of old age so she could destroy the planet or go back home to do other things since Keroro wouldn't be around.

I'd like to say good-bye to people too. She realized. After all the Keroro platoon were her friends. The pekoponians were her friends. But she also didn't really want to take anyone's thunder by announcing she'd probably leave to just like everyone else.

"We should pack up all the stuff from the base." Kululu advised to Mois as they cleaned up. "I want to take my inventions home after all. Don't want to leave them in the right hands. Ku, ku, ku. Can you imagine them being used for good? Disgusting."
"I think the phrase is wrong hands-" Mois pointed out.

"I know what I said." Kululu told her as he glanced at her stacking boxes.

He was going to miss her too. He didn't really want to say it, he didn't even want a good-bye speech. After all he hadn't even formerly called her a friend, although she was enthusiastic about calling him her friend.

He was afraid of her. He should have been counting it as his one good thing that he was leaving and would never ever see her again.

We're just co-workers. That was the extend of their relationship. Sure they might have had fun as co-workers, joked around like they were friends, worked together on a more trusting and functional level than Kululu had ever met, but they were just that. Co-workers.

And as soon as Kululu left Pekopon they would no longer be that. He felt something in his stomach. Pain. He didn't want his only attachment to Angol Mois to disappear.

What am I going to do without her? Kululu wondered. After all she's the best co-worker I have. It will definitely be difficult to work without her. She's very helpful. He knew it was more than that, but even his thoughts were dishonest to his heart.

He knew really he had developed quite a problem. He was so used to working with her, handing her things and having an unspoken bond that they were just so in sync with each other that whenever he was gone he would hand something to her and it would drop because he couldn't ever remember that she wasn't there. He was just so used to it.

Really, he couldn't work without her anymore. Whenever she was gone or something would happen to her he would get her back to be his 'co-worker' at all costs. No matter how much money it took, how much stepping on other people he would bring her back into his life. She had weaseled her way into his life, his heart. Her smile and kind words were something he hated but also something he never ever wanted to go without again.

"Are you worried?" Mois asked, "About the execution thing?" Setting a box down. "It doesn't really seem real does it. I mean I don't think Keron will really kill you and Uncle."

"And if they did?" Kululu asked. He didn't tell Mois about his files proving his innocence and that he wasn't the problem. He didn't want her running off and tattling to Keroro after all. "I should be used to almost death after all. You try to destroy the planet plenty of times with all of us on it."

Mois smiled despite herself. So someone noticed. "Thought you had an escape ship though." She shyly pointed out.

"Course I do. I'm not an idiot. Ku, ku, ku." Kululu had always been helpful and supportive of Mois destroying the planet. He had a counter that counted down the hits she needed and had never once tried to stop her. Both of them knew that his life wasn't in danger when she attempted to destroy things. "Didn't know you had noticed the escape ship though." He teased. He had never directly told her about it, but he had seen that she had seen it.

"I saw it. I'm glad that you believe in me." Mois smiled.

"Just being prepared." Kululu shrugged, "If...If I didn't have an escape ship though. Like right now with what's happening with Keron, what would you do?" He played along, curious as to her answer.

Mois didn't even think about her answer. She answered in a second honestly. "I would wait." She said simply. "You can probably make an escape ship pretty quickly."

Kululu was quiet. Her confession probably wouldn't mean much to anyone listening, a confession that she wouldn't kill him with the planet, but he knew it meant a lot since she was a planet destroyer. It meant a lot to him. "Why?"

"Because I care about you and you're my friend. I don't want you perishing with this planet even if you may be as sinful." Mois continued cleaning. "So...care to talk about the execution order now? Are you worried about that one? Anything I can do to help?"

Just like Saburo, Mois was willing to do what she could to help. Kululu may have not had many friends but he had good ones.

"I won't die, Mois..." Kululu finally confessed when he looked over at her face. She looked more worried than him, pale and clammy.

It touched him. It touched him a lot. That she cared so much for his life.

"I'm too important, to valuable to kill. My intelligence makes me a commodity. Although super geniuses are common, Keron still values them highly. And I'm especially great since they deemed me so important that they made me a Major when I was only a kid." Kululu explained.

Mois didn't try to tear at old wounds by asking why he wasn't a Major now. She could take a guess.

"That's a relief." Mois sighed. "That means I don't have to worry for you. We can just pack up your inventions peaceful."

Kululu nodded. She made me tell her anyway. Just like Mois. He didn't do much heavy lifting or packing, instead he watched her move around the world a bit.

She was his co-worker, but she was also his friend. But something Kululu hated to admit to mostly himself was that he cared for her more than either of those labels.

He loved her. And he usually hated it. But right now he was too stressed to even push out his anxiety about that. His fear at having actual feelings and emotions for someone.

And unlike Giroro or Tamama he wasn't the unselfish sort of person either.

"So which box does this one go in? First one or second one?" Mois asked, holding up an invention and moving towards Kululu so he could better see it. She was standing over him in his chair.

He wasn't thinking. And not thinking was a dangerous thing for Kululu. Instead he was silent, not even hearing what she had said.

This might be the last time I ever see her. Our relationship will be nothing after I leave. There's no reason to talk, to be anything after we don't have work. We're just co-workers after all. The words floated in his mind over and over again. How they were just co-workers.

The words disappeared into no thoughts at all as he pulled Mois down by her collar into a tight and passionate kiss.

Mois made a small muffled shocked sound, but she let Kululu kiss her. She melted against him and pulled him closer to her as she let him not think.

No words were exchanged as he committed his accident of kissing her. It wasn't the sort of innocent kiss either, his tongue flicking over her lips and eventually into her mouth.

Eventually when he had no breath left he pulled away.

What did I do...? Kululu's eyes widened in shock as his glasses cracked as he saw Mois staring at him, her face heavily flushed and her body timidly shaking. She looked cute, but that wasn't really something Kululu should be thinking about.

Ack. I must have slipped up. Maybe this whole 'possible dying thing' got to me more than I thought. Science is on my side. I won't die...But obviously I didn't think that for a moment. He wouldn't die but he'd never see Mois again.

Who might have just been a co-worker to her, but to him she was so much more. "It was an accidental lapse of judgment." Kululu said quickly after a moment of silence.

"Y-yeah...I understand." Mois nodded, prying her gaze off of Kululu. She tried to play it off as nothing. If there was something there between her and Kululu they should talk about it later, when they were certain Kululu was safe.

"So...Book 1 or 2?" She asked again. She had dropped the invention from Kululu kissing her. "Oh...Um...It's broken." She blushed. "I'm sorry."

"No problem. Just put in the trash." Kululu said simply.

Mois nodded and tossed it.

It had been a full month since the Keroro platoon had gotten the news that they would have to leave.

"I think you should see this." Kululu told them as he hurriedly came up to them. He brought a small tv and switched it on. "It's got news from Keron. I finally know what's going on now."

They all circled the tv like vultures.

"Special News Report from Keron!" A newsreporter told the TV, "Apparently after 8 years the war has finally ended on Keron."

"War...?" Giroro asked. "8 years?"

"Time is more sped up on Keron. For every 1 year on Pekopon, 100 years passed on Keron. It's just how time works. Keron's years are different. After a month it would have been 8.3 years on Keron." Kululu explained.

"Garuru as promised as overthrown the oppressive tyrannical keron government, by gathering non-kerons and lower level military folk that disagreed with the grand council's militaristic rule he has gathered up all those in power and killed them. The war is over. Garuru is now emperor of Keron and has remodeled things so he is on top."

Everybody was shocked.

"Garuru...Is emperor?" Keroro asked. "Does this mean we won't die?"

"I'm guessing by promising to save Giroro he meant he'd free him from all the rules and the only way to do that was to become leader. Brotherly love really is beautiful." Dororo wiped a tear from his eyes. They hadn't even been included in the revolution but Garuru had saved them nonetheless and it was all for Giroro.

"My brother is the best!" Giroro cried. He was actually crying and sniffling in joy. "Sorry..I have something in my eye..." He cried again, sobbing.

Everybody was impressed.

"I have to hand it to that eggplant. He really outdid himself." Kululu clapped.

Keroro smiled for the first time in a month. He immediately called Garuru up on the monitor.

"Is it true? Did you start a war to save Giroro?" Keroro asked, "Will we all be fine?"

Garuru saw Keroro and his brother on the screen. "It's true. I was just going to call you. I have remodeled the system instead of failures you'll be treated like heroes for being war prisoners for so long. You are all noble for the time you have been on Pekopon for Keron."

"Did anyone get hurt?" Keroro asked quickly. He didn't want any of his friends and family to be hurt for his sake.

"Lots of people died in the war. War is like that. But nobody you know." Garuru reassured. "I won't give you any details. It would only hurt you."

Keroro could see Pururu tending to injured platoon mates in the background. "Pururu! You okay?"

Pururu nodded. "Lots of work as a medic, but I'm fine!"

"And your platoon is all right?" Keroro asked urgently.

"Well I'm still missing several of my limbs so I'm just as broken as when you last checked on me. But other than that I'm doing fine." Zoruru answered sarcastically.

"I rose in the ranks. I'm not a New recruit anymore. Pu, pu, pu!" Tororo tried to boast, but it looked like he was shaking. He had clearly seen a lot of the war. "I'm fine..." He repeated again.

A child like him shouldn't have seen that much. He clearly was a bit emotional damage.

"I was happy to help save you, Master Tamama." Taruru waved. "Nothing was better than that."

All of the Keroro platoon smiled at their friends.

"I'll send a ship down in a week to retrieve you. I want you all to come home." Garuru smiled, "As I told you you'll be treated as heroes. Not only for your time on Pekopon but for how strong your platoon is. After all you've defeated several threats sent down there to beat you. Everything thrown at you, you beat."

"Don't lie." Giroro scoffed.

"I'm being honest. You even beat my platoon!" Garuru told him, "I couldn't be prouder, Giroro. You are a hero. And now you won't have to deal with the bad parts of Keron when you come back, you'll bring honor to the family and be the treated as a hero like you deserve."

Giroro cried again and turned around.

Keroro, Tamama, Dororo and Kululu cheered.

We're going to live! We're going to live! Keroro cheered. He didn't have to act like he was already dead. He saw so many smiles around the room. Everything was going to be fine.

They finally told their pekoponian friends about everything that was happening. Natsumi and Fuyuki were both mad that they hadn't been told about how the platoon had almost died. But they cried too in relief as they hugged their friends.

Everybody helped them pack as they happily got ready to go back to Keron as heroes.

"Uhh...Sarge...?" Fuyuki asked while everybody was in the room. Koyuki, Saburo, Momoka the platoon all of their friends, "I hate to ask this or talk about the elephant in the room but...After you leave how will we stay in contact?"

Keroro dropped his box of gundam models. He had been so happy about not dying that his first sadness, leaving his friends hadn't occurred to him.

And they were still leaving so that hadn't been solved. And they had no way to contact the pekoponians.

"We...We need to talk about something serious." Keroro realized looking around at his platoon mates faces, "What are we going to do? How are we going to all remain friends?"

Giroro, Kululu and Tamama's faces were blank. They didn't have an answer.

Don't remember the actual calculations for how long a pekoponian year was on Keron (it was like 300 years had passed and I had guessed 3 years passed in the manga) so I made it so it was 100 years every 1 year.

All right. So I don't know if I'll update this story very soon but I wanted to crank out one of my ideas on my profile and right in universe stuff to get back in the in universe game. However my chapter summary is very bad and old and so I need new ideas for the ending so I am open to suggestions and what should happen throughout this story.

Please help me. Also I will only update if I am motivated. Hope you enjoy!