When Apocalypse begins, (not by Angol Mois), the Keroro Platoon must use all their technology and resources to make sure that precious Pekopon isn't destroyed forever. FuyuxMomo, with possible other pairings, obviously, they would have to be Yaoi or Yuri, so I dunno.

Chapter 1: Apocalypse Now

Hinata Residence

Angol Mois was outside raking the leaves. Even in the fall, the sun was blistering hot and unbearable to most Pekoponians. Mois wiped her brow, and a shower of sparkly particles swept off in the breeze. "I'm sweating glitter again…" she said to herself.

There was a flash of light, and suddenly, the broom end caught on fire along with the leaves she was raking. "I wonder if this is bad?" A car whizzed by, it's tires on fire and melting from the heat.

Natsumi burst out from the sliding doors. "Why the heck is everything burning? Where's that stupid frog!"

"It's not Uncle this time," cried Mois, "The apocalypse is starting without me! You could say, a stolen job?"

Keroro ambled out into the sunlight, "Ah…Natsumi, Lady Mois, what's going on?"

A minute later, the three burst into the inner sanctum of the secret base. Keroro hopped up onto his chair and grabbed a mike: "All units, report IMMEDIATELY!" Tamama and Giroro burst into the chamber, Dororo appeared in a burst of smoke, and Kururu ascended from his labs.

"This better not be about Gundam. Like the last 57 times." growled the Corporal. The others voiced similar inquiries, but Keroro shook his head, a dark look crossed his face. However, before he could speak, Kururu figured out what was going on.

"Ku ku kuu…Don't be so naïve. It's just the apocalypse."

Fuyuki, who had been quickly brought up to date, asked the burning question in everybody's mind: "Kururu, how much time do we have left?"

While the Sergeant Major worked away, Natsumi cornered the rest of the invaders. "Well, are you going to do something? This could still be preventable, you know."

"Well, ha ha…you see, this would be the perfect opportunity for and invasion, and-"

Natsumi grabbed Keroro by his head, seething with red hot rage: "WILL you help us, stupid frog." It wasn't a question.

"Yes. Ahem, Keroro Platoon! We will do all in our power to save Pekopon, placing the safety of the Hinatas at priority one. Kururu: continue your research on the time of destruction, (Of course, ku kuu). Tamama, I want you to go to Nishizawa mansion and bring Momoka here, (Yes sir). Lastly, Giroro, I want you to patrol our perimeter and set up some sort of visual link to the outside; (tears streaming down his face, "He's acting like a real leader!").

"What about ME?" cried Dororo, but nobody heard him.

Nishizawa Mansion

"Momo-chi! Momo-chi!" cried Tamama as he burst through the doors of the mansion, "Did you notice the apocalypse outside?"

Momoka sat up straight and put her tea cup down on the saucer. "Paul has secured all of our borders with a climate-containing force-field, but I don't know for how long."

One of her personal guard ran up, "Mistress Momoka, we need to evacuate to a stable environment in thirty minutes!"

"Paul." a screen on the wall flickered to life showing Baio, Momoka's father. "I've arranged a lift for Momoka, her guard, and you to be moved to my underground bunker. Expect it in an hour."

Paul stood up, a trickle of sweat rolled down his brow and into his massive mustache. "Sir. We don't have an hour. Our climate-control systems will fail in 28 minutes now."

"Which is why," said Tamama, annoyed at being forgotten, "the Keroro Platoon has organized a transport to OUR underground bunker."

"I see. Well I'll leave the safety of my daughter in you hands, aliens. I'm sure I don't need to remind you of the consequences if you fail." said Baio and closed the connection.

"Tamama," piped up Momoka "I'm coming!"

Hinata Residence - Outside

Giroro stepped outside surrounded by an environment suit to protect him from the harsh drying powers of the new more potent sun. He gasped: the grass and bushes as well as the trees outside the gate were all black or on fire. The tile on the neighbors' roofs were all melting in, and no humans were to be seen.

"This is more than I expected. I can't underestimate the power of the Pekopon Sun."

He walked through the gates leading out onto the street. A quick check of his suit's vitals confirmed that he was still safe: Heat Repulsion-100%. He wandered in between once proud vehicles, now melting slag, and felt a pang of sadness. This would not do at all! How could the mighty Keron, number one in the galaxy, inherit such a wasteland? No, Kururu would come up with some way to save Pekopon; he had to.

So was the invasion really worth it? Training on Keron was always of the highest importance for Giroro, but now, in the middle of destruction, it all seemed rather insignificant. Invasion. What did it mean anyways. He had actually been enjoying himself on Pekopon. Plenty of time to hone his skills, but still nothing like the Keronian training methods. Definitely things would get complicated after the invasion was complete. There would be lawmaking, politics, and of course, what would be done of the Hinatas? Especially Natsumi; so was invasion really all it was cracked up to be. Maybe so, and maybe not so. But then again w-

A ringing sound interrupted the Corporal's thoughts. The heat repulsion was at 30% which was critical to the heat sensitive frog.

"The temperature is increasing." the Corporal was talking on his mike, the only link back to base, "Keroro, I must return to headquarters."

"Authorized. Report immediately upon your return" came the answer.

What a professional response! thought Giroro, tears streaming down his face. However, it was bittersweet; he had failed his mission. It was Corporal Giroro that had been sent to investigate the apocalypse from the outside, and intelligence was priority number one here. With Kururu's recon cameras melting on the ground, the team had no link to the outside world. He had been ordered to set up new ones, but had spent his small timeslot worrying about invasion. Invasion. Of all things.

Hinata Residence

Giroro was only just through the door when he was accosted by a very irate girl.

"Giroro!"

"Oh…Na-Natsumi!"

"Did you find out why this is happening? Do you know what we're going to do? Is everyone safe?" as questions flowed out of her mouth like water from a tap, the battle-hardened Corporal felt his iron heart twinge with shame as he prepared to tell the woman of his dreams that he had failed.

"I-uh…I couldn't do it." he stated lamely.

Tears weld up in Natsumi's eyes. "I thought that you could do it Corporal! I thought that I could trust you! I HATE YOU!" she screamed, sprinting off down the hallway.

I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you. Giroro slumped to the ground, defeated.