Did you know that at one point I knew the narrator from the PowerPuff Girls? The PowerPuff Girls sounded like such a good gig. But he didn't want to trade. Jerk!

Geriri looked down at his pupils with a mixture of satisfaction and pride. They stood with dignity and restraint, their backs erect, shoulders straight. Training had been merciless as of late; there were times when a member would collapse in exhaustion, to which the ex-commander would scold at them for their weakness.

It didn't help that one in particular was so sickly in the first place- and it didn't help at all that he was actually the best fighter. Skillful in terms of evasion, accuracy, and speed, Geriri was always conflicted to whether he should be the leader or not.

There were others who were just as strong, but when locked in combat, he always came out to be the victor.

The green one was knocked out of the ring first- she, unfortunately, had difficultly controlling the beam that would light up in her mouth. It was too slow to begin with, giving the blue one an excellent advantage to strike first. If she made it past the first punch, she would release the energy... only to miss and then be catapulted out of the battle arena.

The black one was second. Intelligent as he was, he always overestimated his strategy. Machines that he had built would materialize on his arms, and on his way he would press button after countless button beams of energy that headed straight to the blue one. Overconfidence was his downfall; the blue one simply swerved out of the way and then lunged forward. Out of the ring.

The next two were the more complicated and longer lasting battles, albeit entertaining to watch, Geriri would muse to himself.

The yellow one always calculated first before deciding on his attack. He judged by the way the blue one moved how he had been lately injured on his prior fights, and would then aim to fire one of his many arsenal of handheld guns at the weakened body member. Critical hits ensued, one after the other, the blue one struggling to hold himself up. Adrenaline would kick in. Dodge, swerve, aim, hit. The yellow one's personal weakness was finding a way to attack someone at close range; stress would overpower him, and the pressure to think quickly enough to deliver a nasty blow took too much time. The blue one would use this to his advantage, and kick him out of the ring.

The red one and the blue one stood still, facing each other. Unlike the others, who more or less had a more obvious weakness, she was a little harder to read. It varied each time. Sometimes she had trouble keeping up with her footing, other times she made the wrong move a few seconds too late. It didn't help that while the others tried to perfect their decided strategies, she changed hers every time it was her turn to fight. This time, it was a knife. He didn't want to move for the sake of giving her the idea that his arm was injured from the battle with the yellow one, though he could tell by the look that she had in her eye that she had already found out. He already knew where she was going to go after. It seemed that finally her patience waned completely, and she starting by running up to him face first. He moved out of the way, to which she tried to get down on the ground and kick his leg and knock him down. Pain crawled up his skin as the attack worked, and he fell to the floor. She quickly stood up and lunged the blade forward; he rolled out of the way just as the knife screeched against the metal of the floor beneath her. He scrambled to his feet, all the while inwardly screaming from the absurd amount of agony. Just as he was about to deliver a blow, she vanished in a puff of smoke. It didn't take a second for him to realize where she was, and he ducked, just barely avoiding the swipe of the knife to the shoulder. He reached up and grabbed the handle, the two struggling to overpower the other. Their hands, tangled together, shuddered to keep the weapon from either going back or forward.

He suddenly let go just as she pulled violently backward, letting her stumble slightly as she tried to regain her balance. It only took a moment, but it was one that the blue one quickly accepted. He thrusted his leg upward and knocked his foot right under her chin; the echo of colliding teeth resounded around the room before the quiet thump of flesh hitting the floor. She grunted weakly, looking up in annoyance and disappointment to find herself out of the ring.

"OW!" the blue one whined, falling on his rear. "My foot! What happened to my foot?"

The red one silently rolled her eyes, regaining her dignity as much as she possibly could after being defeated by the obvious moron.

"Unfortunately I underestimated his speed," the yellow one said, standing beside her but failing to help her to her feet. "I see that you also read his digression from his leg, mm?"

"I did that!" the black one said with a smirk, before his lips falling with irritation. "Why don't you let us win once, eh?! Do you really need all that glory for yourself?!"

"And did you really need to hurt us that badly?" the younger "sister" whined. She had a pretty sizable bump on her head, and was trying not to touch it too much. "You could tickled me instead."

"I'll remember that next time," the blue one promised her.

"No you won't! You said that yesterday!"

Each of them were originally labelled "X1", "X2", and so on, in an effort to retain distance between he as an actual Keronian and they as clones, merely pawns in his game of revenge.

The government was less than pleased with this decision, ordering him to assign names for them lest they find better homes that would raise these children instead of him.

Again, he grudgingly complied, naming them based off of their prime personality traits.

The blue one was given the name "Wasusu", derived from the word "to forget". This one had a troubling side affect that couldn't be removed even by surgery. The scientists explained it as an unforeseeable brain condition that just simply could not be corrected. As such, he would only retain so much information and actually remember it before quickly forgetting it just as he has to retain more information. Or something. At least his body had better luck remembering things, as muscle memory contributed much to his skill in battle.

"Kanini" simply meant "quiet", noting the red one's usual silent demeanor and reluctance to speak more than neccessary. She was also very strong and gifted in battle, but unfortunately the will to prove herself better than the rest compelled her to keep fighting. Geriri noticed with disturbance that she was attracted to him- to which he later found out no more than a possible father figure. He used this to his advantage, dangling the possibility of fatherly love to her if she could only be the best. It was the only thing that pushed her on.

"Seruru" came from the word "to annoy", in terms of the black one willingly distancing himself with the others by annoying them. It gave more meaning to the saying "intelligence equals isolation", though he normally only tried to merge himself with the others when he wanted to flaunt his high IQ. To which his brother, the only one smarter than himself, would roll his eyes.

The yellow one's name became "Yakuku" - "strategy". His determination to continue to mix brains and brawn together was always a struggle to him, as he only succeeded certain aspects of each quality. It was obvious that he gave more weight to "brawn" than "brain", however; thinking too much was usually the anchor that held him down.

Geriri became very close to calling the green one "Kawaii", for her disgustingly adorable charm, but later felt that the name "Sosasa" was more appropriate. It translated to the verb "manipulating". She seemed sweet and harmless enough, but she was very, very good at using her charm to her advantage. He learned with annoyance that the scientists would occasionally sneak her candy despite his direct order not to give them any sugar. All she had to do was ask, bat her eyes, and say, "Pretty please with sprinkles on top?" They were putty in her hands. But Geriri was stone. She was grounded the most.

While there was no doubt they still had much to learn, with each passing day Geriri became confident that they would be competent enough to defeat the Keroro Platoon, conquer Pekopon, and humiliate them at their worst.

In the City of Townsville!

Too late for that joke.

Hey, you can't blame a guy for trying...