In reality, it didn't sound like the plan was going to work. As the massive silver mirror was raised by a small crane that was being operated by Mois, the other actual members of the platoon could only watch their cackling leader wearily. The whole idea of using a persuading mirror sounded something like those terrible horror movies that the pekoponians created. Mirrors were not sentient, could not get people to change their minds, and would never get Kerero free Gundams; because at the bottom line, this was all about Gundam models. Not the complete and total domination of Pekopan. For those of you who are utterly confused, like this poor narrator, let me back up a bit to about eight hours ago.

"I can't believe this!" Kerero slammed a colorful sheet of paper on the counter, causing a wrinkly old woman across from him to flinch.

"I-I'm sorry sir, but you don't qualify for the giveaway." She said. "We don't usually allow adults to enter, especially ones with weird frog mask…things."

"Are you saying I don't have any class?" He snapped. "I'll have you know this mask is all the rage with kids and adults all over this planet!" He pointed a synthetic finger at her, giving a vague Phoenix Wright reference. "And who's to say I'm not a very well-endowed teenager?"

"We don't cater to teens either, Sir." Her eyebrows furrowed as she rolled his sentence over around in her head. "And I think you used endowed wrong."

"AHHH!" He stormed out of the colorful toy shop and onto the sunny yet crowded streets, the heat of the afternoon sun doing nothing to cure him of his anger. He'd waited in line for six hours just to fill out the stupid questionnaire. It was completely unfair that a huge Gundam fan like himself had to be kicked out due to age. Admittedly, even by Keronian standards, he wasn't all that young; but that didn't mean anything! Age was just a number afterall!

Kero kero kero! I'll make her pay. I'm a powerful leader of a platoon; I'll just confiscate them all as soon as I take over this puny planet. After awhile a massive group of people all talking and laughing caught his attention. His thoughts and feet paused outside one of those open air market places. There were multiple tables filled with junk, and handfuls of people milling around shopping, or trying to sell whatever they had lugged all the way here. He had seen these a few times over the summer, but had never actually looked around one. Seeing as he had time on his hands, didn't he have those summer reports to do, he decided to take a look.

His gaze swept over table after table, finding a variety of things laying around. There were a few broken clocks, some old video tapes that no longer had title stickers, some chipped tableware, and even the occasional race car model. Nothing of any real interest to Kerero, or at least nothing that he wanted to spend his hard earned allowance on. He was about to call it a day and go back to the base, when out of the corner of his eye he saw a colorful box. Turning around his mouth fell open when he saw the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen….A Gundam box.

He whooped and raced over, his arms out stretched as if ready to scoop it up into his loving arms. When he was just close enough the box was snatched up by a wrinkled hand. "Hey!"

A hoarse chuckle emitted from the man holding the box, his eyes shaded by a wide brimmed straw hat. "Now, now boy. You don't want to up and take this thing, do you?"

"That's the brand new limited edition Gundam!" Kerero nearly shrieked. "Of course I want it! Now how much? I'm willing to buy it for half of retail price since I found it at this dump-"

"You don't get it, do you kid?" The man shook the thing. "This ain't real, it's an illusion created by…"

"By what?"

The man leaned forward, his voice lowering. "The mirror."

"…"

"…"

Kerero wasn't the brightest person around, but even he could smell bullshit when it was presented to him. "Sir, you may want to take that hat off so you can see properly…And so a doctor can check out our head."

"I'm being serious!" The man slammed the toy on the table, making Kerero tense up. Clearly this man had no idea about the complete collector's value on these things. "The mirror makes people go crazy from its sheer power! Makes you see things that ain't there, corrupts the mind, Boy!" He lowered his head. "I-I was a whole man once. B-But then my damned wife bought the mirror on a cold and stormy night like this-"

"It's still day time in the middle of summer."

"You wanna tell the story?" When Kerero didn't answer the man continued. "It's as big as me and weighs as much as twenty bison! She dragged it into the house, bless her poor soul, and hung it above the dining room table."

"Wait, how's she that strong?"

"Steroids." The man shrugged. "Anyway, the next day we started seeing things. Little children running around the house, frog like monsters crawling on the walls, even giant tentacles coming out of the floors! Midori, she'd always been such a delicate small thing…She couldn't take it."

"She died?"

"No, left me for a rich young doctor. Lives in America now, heard they had six kids."

Kerero raised an eyebrow at this. "Okay, I think I'm gonna go now…" He turned around and began to march away, just to hear a scream and a pair of thin yet sharp fingers clutch at him through his suit suit.

"Please," The man said. "If I take you to see the mirror I'll give you the toy."

Kerero glanced back at him. "I thought you said the toy wasn't there?"

"I lied."

The Sargent sighed and grit his teeth. On one hand he was really irritated with this guy, yeah he helped waste time, but his mind games were making his head hurt. If he wanted to play mind games he'd try to have a conversation with Kululu, or try to remember who the heck Dororo was. But then again there was a perfectly good Gundam toy sitting right there. It practically called out to him, begging him to take it home so he could assemble it to its full glory! He nodded to himself and spun around so fast he made the man jump back a bit. "Alright sir, I'll see your crappy mirror!"

"Thank you!"

Wait, that's how he got the mirror? You're just gonna stop the flashback right there? What convinced him that this thing would even work? How'd he bring it home? Did he at least get his Gundam model? You're not gonna answer any of these questions, are you writer? Fine, let's leave our audience in the dark, afterall that's what good writing is about. Skipping important exposition.

Ahem!

Mois brought the mirror up as high as she could before she gave a thumb's up to Kululu. The intelligence officer played with a few buttons on his I-clicker before a beam of bright light shot from the remote. "This will analyze the inner workings of the mirror, explaining all the strange phenomena surrounding it, whether they're supplied by radioactive nano-"

"English!" Kerero snapped, rubbing his head. "My brain's already hurting."

"The colorful thing will tell us why the reflective thing does things."

"Ooooh."

Giroro walked over to them, a rocket launcher over his shoulder. "Is anyone gonna explain why you even think this is worth trying out? I mean it's just a mirror, not an important piece of Pekoponian tech."

The Sarge turned just his head to look at him, his eyes narrowed and a dark aura practically leaking out of him. "You want to know why I think this will work, Corporal? Why I would spend my entire allowance plus the rest of our invasion money for the month? Well it's one simple thing, dark and absolutely terrifying. In fact I daren't even say it loud enough for dear Mois to hear lest she dies from fright." He made a beckoning motion with one finger. "Come closer."

The Corporal sighed, but did as he was told, only taking a single step closer. "What?"

"Closer."

He did so again, just close enough for the Sargent to lean forward, his lips somewhat puckered. "…I couldn't see my reflection."

"WHAT!"

"It's true-AHHH!" He jumped and ran off as the gun was cocked and aimed in his direction. He barely managed to run past a blankly staring Tamama when the thing went off. It took only seconds for it to make contact with the floor and the entire room to light up with fire and smoke. Everyone, well everyone conscious, braced themselves as the base shook.

"And here I thought something interesting would happen." Kululu said.

The minute he said those words the mirror wobbled and dropped off the crane's line. Everyone could only stare as it seemed to almost gracefully fall to the concrete floor below, before hitting the ground with a loud tinkling sound as glass shattered everywhere. But instead of just staying down the glass began to combine back together into the form of a giant hand.

"Uh, Mr. Sargent, Sir." Tamama said, pushing at the now afro headed Sargent. "I-I think you were right."

Giroro cocked his gun again, another missile attached to it. "I've got this."

Explosions rocked the based, smoke blanketed the room, and screaming ensued. However Kerero didn't wake up, not even when the thing managed to swoop them all up at one, and then attach itself to the mirror's frame. The glass looked smoothed, polished, and almost like a quiet reflective pond, belying all the terrible things that were held inside…

Heat was the very first thing that Dororo felt when he was finally conscious enough to feel anything. He moaned and balled his fingers into fists, taking up something gritty with them. Opening his eyes he was almost blinded by the all the smoke billowing from what looked like trees. Their tops were consumed by bright red flames, their trunks already a sickening black. He struggled up and looked all away around, just to find the whole area consumed by trees and flames, there wasn't a man made structure in sight. His fellow A.R.M.P.I.T members, and Mois, were slowly waking up, their faces just as confused as his own.

"So, you completely destroyed the base." Kerero said. "Good job, Giroro. You'll take the fall for me when Natsumi storms down here, right?"

"I will do no such thing-!"

"Uh, guys," Tamama said. "I don't think we're in the base anymore."

The two stopped choking each other in order to look around. Dororo cleared his throat. "The entire area is consumed by forest and fire, I don't believe that there's even a way out of here without traveling blindly and endangering ourselves."

Kerero looked directly out him, his eyes widened. "Wow, when did you get here?"

"I've been here the whole time!"

"As have I."

Everyone turned to stare at a tall woman who was outrageously pale. In her small hands was a crossbow, a bolt already loaded and aimed at them. "So you're the ones who set fire to my orchard. And here I thought it was that brat Emma, not too lucky for you, eh?"

"W-wait, we didn't do it!" Kerero said. "Well I didn't, it was probably Giroro, he's the one who set off the gun!"

"Don't pin this on me!"

The woman gave a high pitched laugh, quickly gaining everyone's attention. "Oh, I don't care which one of did it, I just want you dead. You have completely destroyed my beloved garden, and for that I can never bring myself to forgive you."

Mois stood up on shakey feet, her cellphone in hand. "Don't you dare touch Uncle!"

The woman's thick eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "These...things are related to you?"

The girl shook her head. "No, but I love Uncle Kerero with all my heart. If you try to hurt him I'll kill you."

"Then I'll take you down first." The woman raised the crossbow, targeting Mois right between the eyes. "Say goodnight, Girl."

"Lady Mois!"

"Don't worry Uncle." She pressed in a code into her phone, quickly changing it into her Lucifer Spear. "I'll protect you."

Tamama pat his superior officer on the back. "It's okay, Mr. Sargent. She can take the arrow while we run for it," He grabbed him by the arm and began to tug. "so come on!"

Suddenly, do you have to use that word writer, there was a thunder clap before rain began to fall. The stuff was unnaturally cold and made the Keronians shiver, their bodies never doing well with sudden changes in temperature. The woman gasped and looked up, her mouth open and pieces of pale silver hair clinging to her lips. "Dammit!"

"This rain..." Dororo said, tasting a strange bitter flavor as it seeped through his mask.

"It's made from various nonlethal chemicals." Kululu said, his eyes fixated on his I-clicker as it lit up a bunch of facts to him."Most of them are what you'd find in your kitchen, guess it's not rain after all."

There was a low boom in the distance, birds cawed and flew off into the smokey skies above. Their noise quickly being drowned out by loud blasts coming from up ahead. The woman gave a low hiss and began to slowly back away, her attention completely off Mois now. Slowly a figure began to emerge through the smoke, it began to look like a tall being that was lanky and had strange protrusions from its body. As it got closer it became clear that the being was female and that the strange protrusions was arm armor on her left arm, and a strange dragon shaped gun in her right hand.

Her dark finger curled around the trigger, her green eyes narrowed in irritation. "You're under arrest by the authority of the Grim Warden."

A/N: And here's your first chapter, I hope you enjoyed this. In all honesty, I doubt I got Kerero in character, believe it or not he's pretty hard to write. At any rate, leave your two sense in the review box.