PROLOGUE:
Antarctica. Always cold, always a wasteland of white flurries that stretched on for miles. Skipper hated it. Sure it was his homeland, but he really couldn't stand his current lifestyle. He really couldn't tell if the scenery was the worst, or if it was the way his colony acted. They were all scared-y cats and lived their days doing the same thing. Every single day. The routine was taking its toll on Skipper, he couldn't handle doing the EXACT same thing day in and out. He wanted action, adventure, to DO something with his life. His parents were the same as the rest of them. In a way, he couldn't stand them. Of course he loved them, but he sometimes wondered why he was so different. Why was he the only one that wanted to have a purpose in life? Was it odd to have purpose? Maybe he would never know, or at least he wouldn't if he stayed here for the rest of his life. He wanted nothing more than to leave, find a new life. One that he could call his own and not his colony's'.
Nightfall couldn't have come sooner that day. Skipper had packed any of his possessions that he deemed sentimental or necessary of joining his travel. And even what he had wasn't much. Most of what he gathered were food rations in some human made object his father had. He wouldn't mind if he took it would he? He never seemed to use it anyhow. He once called it a 'dufflebag' but Skipper didn't care what it was called, he just knew it was efficient for carrying his rations. He had no idea how long he would have to travel before he ran into anything other than the wasteland. But he was determined to carry out. And with that, Skipper headed out the igloo he and his parents live in, or he once lived in. He only got about five steps out the door before he heard a voice. "Skipper?"
He turned around to see his father standing in the doorway with a slight pained expression on his face. "Uh, hi Dad. I-I was just coming out to get some fresh air." He breathed in deeply the robust icy air. He coughed slightly from the bitter cold, "Yeah, fresh air. Nothing like it, especially right here."
Skipper's father sighed with his facial expression unchanging. "You don't have to lie to me Skips, I know very well what you were up to. You were planning on running away."
Skipper couldn't believe this. His father had caught onto his plan of leaving. Now it would be harder for him to part or even leave with his father in his way, "Y-you knew...How long?"
"Your mother and I had expected this for a couple months now, we just never thought it would be so soon in your life."
Skipper held a thoughtful expression while speaking, "You knew? And yet you don't seem as if you are holding me back. Why?"
To Skipper's surprise, his father smiled slightly, "That's because I'm not. We prepared ourselves for this, as we knew you'd want to leave Antarctica to do bigger and better things. In all honesty, your mother and I had our share of adventures before we came here. It'd be wrong for us to deprive you of your own adventures."
When his father said his parents had 'adventures', he seemed thoroughly confused. He always thought that every penguin here, including his parents never did anything with their lives, past and present. "What do you mean, your 'own adventures?"
"Skipper, I want to give you something before you leave, and I want to you wear it proudly." Skipper's father came over to him and came to his level. With this action, he placed some type of pendant on Skipper's neck, dangling from a string before standing at his full height once more. "Whether you believe me or not, your mother and I were once in the military. And this pendant, was the very pendant I received when I was promoted to the Commanding Officer of my squad. I want you to wear it and think of us whenever you can."
Skipper couldn't let go of the star-shaped pendant from his flippers. It was so shiny, almost as if it were new, or perhaps that his father took very good care of it. He almost whispered to himself, "The-the military…? My parents were in the military…." He looked at his father with tears squeezing out of the sides of his eyes, right before he quickly rubbed them away with his flipper. "I want to make you proud Dad."
His father's smile grew as he said, "You already have Skipper. And with everything you do, you'll make me even prouder. Now off you go, you better get going if you're going to go anywhere without your mother delaying you for another hour, or perhaps longer."
With that, Skipper hugged his father. After parting, he began to walk forward after taking one final glance to him, to his home, to what he was leaving behind. He knew what he wanted to do with his life now. He wanted to become like his parents, to become a member of the military.
Heyo, this is my first submitted fanfiction ^^ I don't find myself to be the best writer but I have been encouraged my multiple people to submit some of my stories/one shots. So hopefully the prologue is okay and that the story progresses well x3 And I may post a couple other things here later. Thanks much for reading!
