A drop of sweat rolled down the side of Kururu's head. His eyes where firmly glued to the screen as they had been for almost two days now, knowing well that if he lost his focus even for a moment he could very well loose this battle and that little brat would have control of his computer. He couldn't allow this - if he lost his computer then, he would very quickly loose control of almost everything inside the base, even the base itself. Tororo was an excellent hacker. Not the best compared to Kururu, but excellent none the less.

However, at this point it was more of a waiting game then a hacking war. Lack of sleep and other bodily needs would cause Tororo to end this, or at the very least pass out from exhaustion. One can only ignore their needs for so long without consequences, and both the hackers where pushing there limits on energy. Sooner or later Tororo would fall asleep. On the other hand, as would Kururu. He could already feel the fatigue setting in and blurring his thoughts. If he wasn't careful he would be sure to make a mistake and cost himself what would likely be all of his important files and more.

Now, as the majority of control in the computers was passed between the two, Tororo gains the upper hand and Kururu is startled with the ringing sound of his opponent's laughter as it filled his lab. Tororo's picture popped up in his lower right hand corner to add insult to injury.

"Pu, pu pu puuu," the salmon colored tadpole snickered at Kururu's apparent annoyance and the situation. "Can't handle me old man? Pu pu pu!" Both the hackers paused at what they where doing, giving their fingers a well deserved rest. Kururu sighed and shook out his hand as he sat back in his chair. He was exhausted but he couldn't sleep now. His computer still had Tororo deep inside his computer files, fucking around in there. He had to get him out.

"Tororo, this is the third time this month. Each time I have beaten you and yet you continue to attack me. When are you going to learn that you will never completely beat me?"

Kururu knew he would have to end this shortly or either of them could make a mistake and cause significant damage to there base of operation. He was about to say something of the matter, not really expecting Tororo to actually care, but Tororo just smirked and leaned forward.

"I can feel it. Each time you fight back, you're loosing your skills . . . getting sloppy . . ." Tororo grinned and leaned back in his swivel chair. "Only a matter of time before I can prove that I am better than you." Tororo gave a definite nod as if to prove his point. Kururu just groaned in annoyance having already heard this speech a few times before.
"Tororo I have told you before and I will only tell you once more, you cannot prove what is not true!"

Tororo's face scrunched up in annoyance and a noise that might have been a snort emitted from Kururu's speakers. Tororo shook his head, stretched once and leaned forward over his keyboard obviously ready for a long battle between the two.

Kururu growled. This would take longer to settle then he would hope for and he knew he would be up much longer then he should be. The battle continued as it had left off, one would steal some data, the other would corrupt some files. It went like this for many more hours until the first mistake was made. Neither of the hackers where actually sure who had made the error or what that error had been to begin with, but both screens went black.

"Tch," Kururu scoffed. Surely it hadn't been himself who had made the mistake and it didn't seem as if it had been some form of a power failure. He could hear the little brat freaking out over the chat line he had been forced in to.

"I'm sure you see my point, Sir, and with all due respect, I believe this may be the best course of action . . . He has taken to long on this project. It is obviously impossible to accomplish. I know what he is capable of. I trained him myself since he was just a tadpole."

Kururu blinked in the darkness. This was the Demon sergeant's voice, Keroro's father.

"KURURU!" Tororo whined, "What did you do? Whats wrong with my computer!" Kururu heard a noise that sounded kinda like Tororo was beating on his computer or keyboard, which he may well have been.
"Tororo, shut up! This is a live transmission that has to do with my platoon and I would like to hear it!" Tororo grumbled a bit before silencing himself, opting to not have Kururu any madder then he already was at him.

"Then what do you propose we do about the situation?" Headquarters was highly respecting of Keroro's father and would likely go along with him if he thought something needed to be done.

"My son . . . would be able to invade should it be possible. If not even Keroro can take it down, then the inhabitants must be of a race that Keron would not want to rule. To much risk of rebellion.

If we cannot rule it, we must destroy it quickly and be rid of what could eventually be a major threat to our people. I think that Keron headquarters needs to take action and put an end to the invasion of Pekopon and have it demolished before any damage can be done!"

"Ku!" Kururu reeled back ever so slightly, not expecting to hear this information. Tororo obviously wasn't expecting this either, but took the news a bit differently.

"Pu, pu pu pu puu!"

"Thank you Sergent for your input. We will get back to you at a later time to develop a plan of action."

The screen flashed a bit and returned to where they had left off. There was a short silence between the two hackers.

"... PU, PU PU PUUU! You're a failure! Your platoon can't even take over a planet as simple and vulnerable as Pekopon!" Tororo continued to snicker amusedly at Kururu's lack of success and decent platoon. Kururu however decided to use this opportunity to locate and make quick work of Tororo's hacking program, kicking and locking him out.

Though it took Tororo a moment to notice that he had been ejected from Kururu's computer, he was quick to try to get back in . . . and fail.

"Ku, Ku ku ku, you brat! Think about what you just said and what that shows about your platoon! They cant even beat my platoon in and of itself is a very sad thing. I was so disappointed in you guys!"

Tororo's face blanched for a moment before he growled and Kururu could see that he was getting angry. He smirked at this.

"Well my platoons in a better position then yours has ever been in, so I don't think you have the right talk!" Tororo spat.

Kururu thought about this as he moved to turn off his computer. They were in a better position at this point. . . then again Keroro did have the uncanny knack of getting out of trouble quite easily.

Kururu just grinned at those last few seconds of Tororo's fuming face before the monitor went black and the room silenced.

Leaning back in his chair, he removed his glasses to rub his exhausted eyes.