Authors note. I saw people making these stories so I want to make one of my own.

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"Skipper, you really shouldn't be doing this." Kowalski warned. Skipper was up in the ceiling of Kowalski's lab looking for something. Kowalski had stored many useless unstable inventions up there. He was going to get rid of them next spring. "You could get hurt."

"Come on Kowalski." Skipper replied casually. "Do you know how many times I've been hit with or blown up by one of your little inventions? I think half of the ones that are up here have sparked at me already. You will be getting rid of these correct?"

Kowalski knew that was coming. "Yes Skipper, I was going to get rid of them."

"Good."

Kowalski's lab was underground. Obviously. And so was the little space above it. The penguins had made the space to get rid of Kowalski's hazardous inventions that were spread out around the HQ. But they also stored other things up there. That's what Skipper was looking for. He wanted to show them something. But he couldn't find it. It was a penguinized bow. Specially made by a friend of Johnsons. But Skipper could never remember the girls name. Yes it was a girl. Not the chinstrap twins that they had fallen for. She was actually against it. Anyway Skipper had been shocked many times already. And was getting annoyed.

"Kowalski! Why are there so many broken inventions up here! You're supposed to clean this area out once a year!" Skipper yelled down to Kowalski, as he got shocked, yet again.

"Sorry, I haven't had time." Kowalski argued. He didn't exactly want Skipper to get shocked. He didn't even want him to go up there. Mostly because it was a total mess. The whole area above Kowalski's lab just looked like a very long, very wide vent on the inside. A vent that was filled with clutter. Skipper hated clutter. He liked being able to find things without going on a scavenger hunt.

"I think you've had time Kowalski. You just didn't want to do it." Skipper countered.

"I.. well. Fine I didn't want to do it. And it slipped my mind. I said sorry." Kowalski admitted. Skipper could get anything out of the three of them. But he didn't abuse his power. That's a good thing.

"Actions speak louder than words Kowalski."

"Famous last words Skipper." Kowalski hated Skippers' ability to get information from people. It did prove useful. But it was sure annoying.

Skipper didn't say anything. He was both confused and surprised. He didn't expect Kowalski to say something like that. He had expected an 'Ok' or a mumble. But not that. He was surprised that Kowalski had the guts to say it. He didn't like the fact that they were sometimes afraid of him. So what Kowalski did both annoyed him and relieved him.

He jumped down out of the vent-like area and walked up to Kowalski. Skipper was short. In fact he was only taller than private, mort, and the smaller animals that inhabited the zoo. But he was powerful. And intimidating. And as much as he looked like he was about to kill you, harmless unless you ticked him off. Sure he was tense, and paranoid. But he was trustworthy. And like everyone else in the zoo. He had multiple attitudes. He was really just a big steal teddy bear.

But right now he just looked up at Kowalski, with no expression at all. Well he did look sort of pissed. And he had black spots all over his body. Well Kowalski could only see the minor burns on Skippers white feathers. They really weren't even bad enough to call burns.

"Actions speak louder than words." He repeated "Clean it." He didn't like the thought of so many unstable objects in one area, ceiling. Especially one above a space where Kowalski spent most of his free time. He blew himself up enough with all of his latest failed inventions.

"I said I would." Kowalski had just been re-wording his response to Skipper. "You didn't find it?" Skipper usually found what he was looking for.

"It's too cluttered up there. If I wasn't looking for anything it would be fine for you to clean it come spring. But there's something important up there. And I don't want it to be blown to pieces. So the next time you get the chance, which should be in five minutes, clean out your inventions. Anything you don't recognize or need, throw out." Skipper had told Kowalski to clean it several times. Looked like he didn't listen. That annoyed Skipper.

Kowalski wasn't a fan of cleaning.

"Skippah!" Private shouted from the main room.

"What is it private?" Skipper asked walking into the room. He had said all that was needed to say to Kowalski. He wanted to ask him something but Private sounded startled. A little scared. His mind was good at switching topics in a millisecond.

"Alice just put four crates on the island." He informed.

"Kowalski get in here!" Skipper called. Kowalski was still in the lab.

"What?" he asked walking up to Skipper.

"Tlaba Robocata!" Rico shouted.

"Rico I'm sure they weren't robots. They would be bigger if they were robots." Skipper replied.

That response was unexpected. Kowalski expected Skipper to go into full commando mode. But he seemed more curious. That was a welcomed change. But it was unexpected. It was a little startling for Kowalski to hear that. They were both surprising each other today. Skipper and Kowalski.

"So what are they?" Private asked innocently.

Skipper walked towards the ladder. "Hopefully, nothing too bad." Then he went up to the top of the Habitat. The others followed.

Sitting in front of them were four crates. Each a different size. Skipper stared at them for a minute. He couldn't figure out what was inside. The crates were too small to be robots or any other creations that Blowhole would send their way. And Hans wasn't smart enough to do something like this. So what was it?

"Kowalski? What do you make of this?" Skipper asked, confused.

"Well they could be other penguins, the crates are small enough." He suggested.

"Hmm. More penguins?" Skipper mumbled. Mostly to himself. But the others could hear him.

"Maybe they're friendly." Private stated. He liked friendly guests. The thought was pleasant too.

"Maybe, but we can't be too sure. Or relaxed." Skipper responded. "Stay alert men."

They got into fighting stances. Skipper walked up to the first crate. It was smaller than two of the others but not the smallest of them all. He knocked on the crate. Nothing happened. This confused him. If he was shoved in a crate he would want to get out. He didn't exactly like crates. Or cages.

Then the crate started to shake Skipper backed away and ready for an attack. But the crated became still again. A scream came from the crate. An aggravated scream. Private relaxed his position. "I don't think they can get out Skippa." He stated.

Skipper walked back up to the crate an analyzed it. The sides were held together with fifteen nails on each side. That would make breaking free difficult.

"Rico! Crowbar!" Skipper commanded. Rico burped out a crowbar and tossed it to skipper. He caught it and started to pry open the crate. He placed the crowbar in the top corner of the crate and pulled down. After putting his feet near the top and really pulling down the crate finally burst open. Leaving him on the floor under the wall of the crate.

He pushed it off, got up and walked to the now open crate.

"You didn't have to do that." A voice, female, and strong, rang out. "I could've gotten out by myself." She obviously didn't like his help.

"You sounded pretty frustrated to me." Skipper retorted. He had just helped her. Why was she choosing to be difficult?

"Frustration is overcome by persistence and determination." The voice countered.

Of course, Skipper understood this completely. She was right. But there was always something to be said. Skipper wanted to learn more about this girl. She so far seemed to have almost the same mindset as he did. This only made him more curious. And of course he was good at this game.

"True, but if you do not have persistence and determination you will fall victim to frustration. As you did." Skipper argued. She did scream. He wasn't lying.

"No. I did not fall victim to frustration. I was just getting tired of this stupid box!" She explained.

"Uh huh. Sure you did." Skipper replied. "But if you are so tired of the crate, then why haven't you come out yet?"

"Because I now have fresh air. I don't need to come out."

"So you're going to stay in that box the entire time you're here?" Skipper asked skeptically.

"Why do you care?" she asked annoyed. She didn't like being questioned.

"Because, it doesn't sound very… comfortable to me. It was just a question. If you want to stay in the box, go ahead. Knock yourself out." Skipper replied casually.

By now the guys had relaxed their position. They were still alert and would be able to snap back into their fighting stance if they needed to. But for now they really had nothing to worry about. But they were confused. Why was Skipper so relaxed? He was usually the most paranoid about these things.

She didn't reply.

The other box's started to shake. And then stopped.

"Do you want them to stay in the crates too?" Skipper asked.

She hesitated. "No."

Skipper walked towards the crowbar.

"I can help them." She said forcefully. "Don't touch the boxes."

Skipper had the crowbar in his flippers. He just stared at the crate. He could see a figure in it now. The sun had raised slightly, putting more light in the crate. She wasn't tall. She was around Skippers' height. She looked healthy, strong too. She could hold her own in a fight by the looks of her. But there was a special beauty to her. She was, well, beautiful. But she was tough. It seemed like if someone started to hit on her she would be able to throw him across the room. That was different. Most girls that Skipper had met, except for Marlene, Didn't like doing… well anything. They always wanted help. This girl wanted no help what so ever. And she looked aggravated too.

"Go ahead." Skipper said a little annoyed. But mostly still curious.

But she didn't come out. She didn't even take a single step towards the opening. That was odd. If she wanted to get them out herself you'd think that she would come out and open the crates no?

"Well? Are you going to move or am I going to open the crates?" Skipper pressed. Impatiently. She was definitely and odd character, so far.

"Why do you want to help huh? Why do you even care huh? What, are you going to take us s prisoners? Make us your slaves?" She asked, annoyed, and rather rudely too.

"What I can't have a heart?" Skipper asked. He was actually offended by those questions. "First we can't take you prisoners here it's too out in the open. Second we don't take prisoners if we don't need to. Third, we do not like slaves and are 100% against slavery. Oh and one more thing, there is no way your little friends are going to get out of those crates without outside help. So are you going to pry them open or are we going to do that?" Skipper replied. And truthfully, he didn't sound very polite either.

She just stood there in the crate dumfounded. Where did this guy get off talking to her like that? Who the heck did he think he was? But then again he had a point. That aggravated her. She didn't like to be told what to do. But she couldn't figure out if he was commanding her, or simply just asking a question.

That's when she took a good look at this guy. He looked strong, for a penguin. But then again she would probably look the same to him. He was definitely the leader of this group. He was the only one who talked to her. No fear at all. She wasn't exactly a girl that boys talked to. This did not bother her. She wasn't a fan of boys'. Most of them were idiots. But this one wasn't. He had a certain perspective, that she could see so far, that made him seem more…not smart, well not science smart. He seemed to know lessons. Life lessons. Or maybe she was making that up. But he didn't look like a genius to her. He looked like he was getting impatient though.

Then the tallest crate started shaking again.

"HELLO!" Another female. He voice was less strong. It was annoyed, sure. But weaker. Not a week weak voice but like Kowalski. He didn't have a strong voice. It was deep but week. Private was the one with the weak weak voice. So she was somewhere in between. Like Kowalski. But she almost had a sweet normal girl tone. Surprise surprise.

"Ya know this really sucks!" She shouted. "I hear talking so I know you're out there. And if you'd be so kind will you GET ME OUT OF THIS STUPID BOX!" Yup she wasn't happy. Not one bit.

"I guess you guys aren't fans of boxes huh?" Skipper stated.

"We've come a long way ok." The smaller one said. She was still annoyed. But now she was curious, too.

"Fine." Skipper said flatly. He tossed the crowbar at the base of the first girls crate. "Open up sister."

"I am not your sister mister." She replied a little startled at the comment.

"It's just a saying calm down." Skipper explained.

"What's your name sassy pants." She asked with attitude.

"Ladies first." Skipper answered. He wasn't giving her his mane until he got hers. He realized how clever that sounded a few seconds after he said it. He didn't mean to sound clever. It was just the first response that came to mind.

Private Kowalski and Rico were still standing by the fish bowl. They hadn't moved since the crate was opened. Skippers' conversation with this girl was, entertaining for them.

"Clever. It's Destiny." She said confidently. "Captin Destiny."

"That's nice. The names Skipper." Skipper informed. "Major."

Skipper smiled. He did her one better. But he didn't like using ranks. He just called Private private because he didn't tell them his name. Didn't tell anyone his name. Personally Skipper didn't like using ranks because it turned into a competitive thing. And it could be avoided so Skipper avoided it. "No ranks needed here. No one has a rank here. Well almost no one."

"Then what do you go by? Who is the leader? Who gives the orders?" Destiny asked confused.

"Here we go on trust. We listen to what we think is logical. And it's a total choice here. Only three rules. Don't create trouble. Or don't try to. Be in your habitat from opening to closing and respect is always smiled upon." Skipper explained. "The rest is your choice."

"So what are you? The peace keeper?" Destiny asked skeptically.

"You could say that." Skipper replied.

"That's all good and nice. Now can you get me out now?" the penguin inside the tall box asked. "I'm pretty sure I asked you to do this ten minutes ago."

"Hold on Kiki. Patience." Destiny sighed.

"I ran out of patience about nine minutes ago girl." The penguin, Kiki? Replied.

She sounded smart. Skipper didn't know why, but he had a feeling that this Kiki would be a smart penguin. Oh great that's just what he needed. Two geniuses. It was a good time to estimate how many times he might puke this week.

Destiny walked out of the crate and picked up the crowbar.

First thought that went through Skippers' mind…

Wow.

How was it? R&R pwease!

That's the first chapt.!