NOTE: If anybody out there likes my writing style, ANYONE is free to send in a request for a story of their choosing. I'll honor any requests (and probably write them.) However, if the request is a crazy smut, I'll have to carefully consider the pairing…

Also please note, if you're confused with the following chapter, keep close tabs on the time. As you can see below, the time is 17:00, and hour before Kururu and Aki were attacked.

Chapter 7: Assault Team K66

17:00 Keroro, Tamama, Fuyuki, Natsumi, Momoka

Kururu watched as the Assault Team K66 suited up for battle. With a shake of the head he returned to his command post with Aki. Real strength was in intelligence and that was what he was going to provide.

Meanwhile, Keroro led his soldiers to the armament section of the ship. When the five of them had crowded in the room, he laid a map on the table. "This is the hanger. We're trying to move toward the Grand Capitol. From what our sensors detect, the streets and most of the houses are completely empty."

"So what do we do?" asked Fuyuki.

"So what do we do SIR!" Keroro corrected, "I might not have been a good leader before, but on my own planet I expect you Pekoponians to cooperate."

Fuyuki repeated his question and lapsed into startled silence. What had happened to the Sergeant? The same thing happened when the moisture got heavy in the air, but unlike those times, Keroro seemed actually calm. "We will stick as a group but spread out. Since the logical attack would be to send many troops down the main highway, we will take the less direct side streets. Keep vigilant at all times. If we come into contact with anything, we will attempt to establish mutual contact. However, if that so fails, engage with everything you have." Keroro marched down the aisle of soldiers and handed out blasters. He gave Natsumi a SMG similar to Giroro's, Momoka got a heavy shotgun, and Fuyuki got a small pistol.

"This is all…sir?" questioned Fuyuki looking down at his small gun then glancing towards Momoka's huge shotgun. Momoka blushed and offered to switch guns. After a moment though, Fuyuki realized that he couldn't walk with the large weapon and gave it back. Tamama had his own problems.

"WHERE'S MY WEAPON!" he whined, but Keroro shut him up with a slap on the head. Without hesitation, Tamama launched a Tamama Impact which blasted a sizable hole in the hull.

"See? Your whole body is a weapon," stated Keroro simply, "and if you ladies are done complaining, we have a plan to execute."

21:00 – Giroro

Giroro smirked to himself. Kamimi appeared regal but he was just a child inside. A real warrior king can control his anger and an inept one will flaunt it as a tool of intimidation. "Naturally, there is always somebody stronger than you, but if you appear calm in the most dangerous situations, most enemies will become afraid of what you are like when you're angry. Even if you aren't much stronger than you are when you're composed, the enemy won't know that will they?"

Kamimi turned a scorching red and pulled out a concealed handgun. "I don't think you're in any position to be lecturing," he laughed, "I've read about you. Corporal Giroro, weapons specialist of the ARMPIT Platoon. Lover of Pekoponian females, traitor of Keron."

"So you know me do you? Does that file also mention how many bastards I plugged who were just like you?"

"Again, the proper response should have been 'please have mercy'. I'm holding the gun, remember?"

"How could I forget? You only have a gun to protect you."

"And what do you have? You're tied up with rope!"

"Comrades like Dororo. He has helped me out of more than one sticky spot, I'm sure he'll do it again."

Dororo's heart leapt. By Giroro's tone, he knew that the weapons specialist knew. Feeling around on the metal floor, Dororo found a sharp piece of metal that had rusted off the panel. Slipping his hand quietly through the cracks in the vent, he threw.

Giroro felt the ropes binding him loosen as the shard cut the cord. His body was still weak, but his soldier mind burned with thought. The door…no, it was too far away and the crowd would likely block him in a panic. The back room…no, that would mean getting past Kamimi and that would be nearly impossible. Burst through the roof? Giroro felt a couple of laser shells in his pocket. If he were to push the manual release on them, a powerful laser could rocket him up toward…of course that wouldn't work. He would probably shoot up and break his neck, or just blow himself up. He didn't even know if he could steer the shells or if they had enough power to get him off the ground at all. It was a plan with a thousand variables all pointing to no.

Giroro primed the shells. Who said it would be easy?