A few announcements: The last chapter was the first that I have ever made using Microsoft Word, and thus, the format turned out really screwed up. Second, after I uploaded it, I got a few comments saying that I should make my chapters longer. That is a very good idea, guys, so here it is: The special Apocalypse Now Super Chapter!

Also: Note: I notice people doing disclaimers and stuff, so I will too. Sgt. Frog (Keroro Gunsou) does not belong to me though that would be awesome.

Chap. 10: Retaliation

Keroro, Tamama, and Dororo hurried down to the mobile turret room. Keroro took a deep breath, and slowly flicked on the light switch. At first, they were dim, but slowly, they began to gain brightness until they shown like suns. Tamama jumped up and down:
"Kururu fixed the power!"
Suddenly, the lights disappeared. The whirring of the engines turned off, and an ugly, dark silence enveloped the trio. The lights flicked back on.
"Kuu ku ku kuuu! Wasn't that such a jerk move? I haven't done something like that in ages!"
"That's our Sergeant Major," commented Dororo half smiling, half grimacing, as Keroro and Tamama tried to calm their blood pressure. "Always playing cruel tricks, even when we were children; I remember one time when he stole my-" Keroro dragged him away before the Lance Corporal could become depressed.

Deep Space

Angol Mois hurtled through cosmos using her Lucifer Spear like a witch's broom. How she could accomplish space travel with no oxygen suit is beyond me, but we have to remember, she is a divine being after all. Where was she headed?
"Back home! Maybe Dad can do something to help Pekopon!"

Upstairs – Couch

Fuyuki ended the last kiss and stood up.
"Urm…" he murmured, still woozy from the sensation that had been his entire reality not ten seconds ago, "We'd better go help the others. You know, the Apocalypse?"
Momoka sat up as well. The nice Momoka could not handle the situation, so Dark Momoka had taken over instead. "WHO GIVES A CRAP ABOUT THE APOCALYPSE? KISS ME MOAR!" she shook her head vigorously. "I mean, yeah…let's go help the others then."
Holding hands, the two descended the ladder that led to the Sarge's room. While they were walking, Momoka couldn't help reflecting on the fact that all her dreams had come true. Fuyuki was hers, and nobody would EVER take him away. The moment was perfect: for once, no frogs, no distractions; just the two of them holding hands and enjoying time together. Momoka sighed and squeezed closer to Fuyuki, cuddling close when a massive explosion rocked the house. Fuyuki could only hold on as a massive shockwave blasted Kururu's barriers and rocked the whole house. When it settled, Fuyuki quickly checked Momoka for injuries. Finding none, he commented to himself, as much as anybody,
"That wasn't supposed to happen, right?"

Kururu's Lab

Kururu shakily stood up from the blast. The shockwave had been felt heavier underground. Typing quickly on his computers, he brought up his satellites' photo imaging and turned on the live stream. It was the Nishizawa private energy reactor that had exploded. The Sergeant Major had turned on the cameras just in time to see the super-heated apocalypse air annihialate the once proud mansion. In the red glow of fire on the screen, Kururu permitted himself a small grin. No matter how rich, Pekoponians would always fall before Keronians. However, it was unlikely that Baio and his manor had yet fallen.
Kururu pulled the screen showing the shield status. He poured a few more amps of electricity into it to keep it running strong: there was no way that Keron would lose to a bad storm.

Tororo Mobile Command

Tororo slumpped sideways on his chair, a green froth bubbling out of his mouth. Surrouding him, were several large vats of curry and about five empty bowls.
"T-those curry recipes...they weren't even real! Why did I try to make them!" he vomited on his keyboard and toppled over, unconscious. The puke short circuited the keyboard, and a fire erupted inside the command center. At once, the sprinklers turned on. When Tororo fell, he hit on of the vats which toppled into another and another. Finally, the last one fell on the stack of empty bowls which shattered upon impact.
Garuru, alerted to activation of the sprinklers, walked over to the door of the command center and opened it. A wave of watery curry and shards of broken pottery poured out of the room. Garuru tried to shield his face, but was knocked flying by Tororo floating body; green foam was now coming out of his nose.
With the control room sparking wildly and the only technician unlikely to wake up within the day, everything in the ship was going wrong. Private First Class Taruru, Tamama's junior, jumped into command. He pivoted the guns and aimed it at the Hinata House.
"If we're going down, I'm taking the last Pekoponians with me!"
Suddenly, and energy blast flew from Hinata's roof and shattered the guns on the Garuru ship. There was a small giggle on the communications screen, and Tamama's face appeared, smug as ever.
"S-sempai! Well, never mind that; I can still beat you!"
Tamama smirked, "Well it better be a better attempt then what you tried back in episodes 101-103, that was pwnage courtesy of the K66 Platoon!"
Taruru pounded his fist on the controller. "You've not even disabled a tenth of the firepower on this ship, and when it comes down to a fight, Taruru Genocide EX is way cooler than Tamama Impact!" he thought for a moment, "And you really shouldn't break the fourth wall like that."
"I don't care if it's you, or the fourth wall! I'll kill ANYTHING THAT GETS IN MY WAY!" roared Tamama, smashing the controls inside his turret.
Garuru, sensing the danger that was coming to his vessel, leaped out of the curry and onto the command chair, wiping strings of goo out of his eyes. Pressing a button on the control pad, screens surrounded him and a ship's wheel emerged from a compartment just in front of the chair. "It looks like they've finally organized themselves. However, this won't be like last time. TARURU! MAN THE SIDE WEAPONS! USE OF LETHAL FORCE IS AUTHORIZED! ZORURU, I NEED YOU TO INFILTRATE AND DESTROY THE K66 PLATOON FROM THE INSIDE. KILLING THE PEKOPONIANS IS A SECONDARY CONCERN!

Angol Mois's House - Somewhere in the Cosmos

"You know that my power is to destroy, not to create or restore. Why would you come on such a meaningless task?" Angol Mois knew her father probably wouldn't be able to do anything, but she had more than one idea.
"Daddy? Could you tell me where the apocalypse came from? We could be out of jobs!" Angol Mois's father scratched his beard.
"I suppose I could. As the Lord of Destruction, I think I could pinpoint the location of a cataclysmic happening." he concentrated for a second. Then his eyes grew wide: "There is a ship, hovering above Pekopon. In the middle of this massive vessel, is a machine that is causing a massive vortex. Fueled by the Sun's rays, it has become extremely hot. They have also launched some kind of projectile into the Sun that has caused it to flare up."
"How do I stop them, Daddy?"
"I can't tell you that now can I. They're being polite, helping us with our jobs."
"Please with sugar on top?"
Mois's father finally relented. "All right. The lock to get into the apocalypse vortex room is Keronian locked. That means that only a being born on Keron can open it. Besides being extremely dangerous, it is extremely volatile. If you break in using the Lucifer Spear, the ship will blow, taking Pekopon with it." (Angol's father giggled), "Basically, you just have to have a Keronian with knowledge of the Apocalypse Vortex Climactic Weapon (AVCW) to infiltrate the ship and...well if you can find somebody like that, they should know what to do."
Angol Mois left home with a quick goodbye. There was much to do and precious little time.

K66 Base - Hallway

"Giroro...what are we doing here?"
"Er...um...Na-Nat-Natsumi..."
Natsumi walked against the opposite wall and sat down. "Well whatever it is, I have the feeling it has been bothering you for awhile. You can tell me."
Giroro melted at her compassionate smile. "Natsumi, I...I..."
"You want to tell me that you have a stuttering problem? Just kidding!" Giroro sighed as Natsumi giggled to herself.

Kururu's Labs

Kururu gagged on a piece of meat. "This is THE most embarrassing thing I have EVER seen!" after training all cameras on the twos' location and set them to record, the Sergeant Major moved to the PA system. (For those who don't know, a PA system is a public address system used in, say, a supermarket to call for assistance in a certain area.)

K66 Base - Hallway

The loud speaker boomed: "Corporal, finish your business and return to the war!"
Natsumi nodded. "Listen, whatever you have to say, it's gotta wait. We can't leave your comrades without a weapons specialist. What do ya say?" she stood up and offered Giroro her hand.
Giroro blushed a dark purple, and grabbed her hand. Now was the time! Say it! SAY IT! NOW! Army instinct took over. He straightened up, and looked up at Natsumi with an unwavering gaze. His hand shot up from his side into a proud salute. "Natsumi. I...

Keroro's Room

Fuyuki and Momoka met Kururu as he clambered out from the portal fridge.
"Ku, where WERE you two? There's death and decay outside, and you Pekoponians just sit on the couch and make out? I don't even want to talk about the awkwardness that's going on between Natsumi and the focused, battle-hardened, unwavering Corporal." Kururu snickered to himself. "Momoka. Nishizawa mansion is no more. Paul and his crew held out until the very end, but at last the shields failed. While Keron still kicks Pekopon's ass, at least Paul tried, Ku ku ku..."
The Sergeant Major ambled out of Keroro's room, humming to himself. Fuyuki, who had known the alien frogs better than anyone, knew that what Kururu said was his way of expressing loss.
Momoka slumped over quietly, tears springing into her eyes. So that was that? Just, goodbye Paul?
A flash of light, Fuyuki was thrown back into the doorway, Momoka was pushed roughly against the wall and quickly blindfolded. "If you would perfer not to see blood," Zoruru crooned, "Then you should best tell me everything I need to know." A wicked black daggar was pressed to Momoka's throat.

All right, so that really wasn't as long as I intended it to be. While I will still continue this series of course, I had a great idea for a quck short story. Sgt. Frog related.