The Platoons thought it was a good idea for us to go out again. We are ready to fight, if they do find us. I was wary, but I had no choice. I decided to have a talk with some of the Garuru Platoon before I went.
Zoruru came to talk to me first.
"Hello Zoruru, um, my name is Claire... but everyone calls me 'Beast'," I said awkwardly.
"We are the same," He said quietly.
"Huh?" I said, startled.
"We were once.. better. We are improved with metal and are looked down on by our peers. We were transformed into killing machines, molded like clay in the hands of our leaders..." He trailed off.
"Zoruru, don't think of it that way. But its okay, I mean, we were improved. We are performing better than we have ever did before. What I'm saying is, just because you look different doesn't mean you aren't you," I tried to convince him.
"But I'm not the same as I used to be, I have changed," Zoruru growled. "You used to be an angel. You have changed too. You were an angel who served the Lord, but now you are willing to take over the world and kill innocent people."
"Hm, at least I enjoy life now. I have made new friends," I pointed out.
"I do not enjoy this.." Zoruru said as he walked out.
I don't really know what to make of this frog. Next was Tororo.
"Hey, Beast, can you tell me where Kururu's lab is? All I want to do is play a little prank, honest!" He asked.
"Hit the road, twerp. Touch Kururu's lab and you'll not only get hurt by him, but by me too," I snarled. He laughed and skipped out of the room.
" Hi I'm Pururu, you must be Beast," Pururu said.
"Actually my name is Claire, they just call me Beast for some reason," I told her. I patted her pink head.
"If you are ever sick just call me, okay?" Pururu said brightly before walking out of the room.
"Alright, hi Taruru," I said to the small blue fellow.
"Hi, I'm a friend of Tamama's. I love your base. Its so big and colorful. Not as big as our base though. And we are stronger than you, but you know what I mean, right Beast? Tamama used to be my elder, but I guess I grew faster. That's weird, huh? Don't you agree? I guess you know about Garuru and Giroro being related, right? They really hate each other. Garuru really messed ARMPIT up that one time, almost won too!" Taruru babbled. He was still talking as I shoved him out the door.
"Alright, Beast, ready to go?" Garuru called. I tilted my head.
"Giroro, you never told me Garuru was coming with us," I said. Giroro frowned.
" I didn't know either," Giroro growled.
"Hey, its alright, he can come. But blame him if we get tracked," I said lowly. Giroro nodded and handed his wing-box to Garuru. I placed Giroro on my shoulders, and Garuru activated the wing-box. Giroro gripped my neck tightly, but not too tight, as I flapped my long feathery wings and lifted off the ground. Garuru following close behind, we headed for a small neighborhood.
Giroro turned off the anti-barrier as I landed at someone's doorstep. I knocked quietly, not wanting the rest of the neighborhood to hear me. I heard shuffling behind the door, the it opened. A man, looking close to my age, answered. He opened his mouth to scream, but Giroro quickly shoved the tip of his gun into it. We pushed out way into his house, Garuru closing the door behind us.
"I-its you! The winged girl!" He stammered. I nodded.
"Do not call the police. They can not help you.," I said quietly. He looked at me, frightened and curious.
"Why are you here then?" He asked, shaking slightly.
"We have done some research on you, Wyatt. You have no family, not many friends, and a low paying job. I have decided to make your house... our safety net," I said icily, sitting myself down on his musty couch. Giroro on my lap, and Garuru balanced on my shoulder. They glared menacingly at Wyatt, daring him to make a move. Actually Kururu had done the work for me, and told me what to say, but that wasn't the point.
"Safety Net? What do you mean?" He said, watching the alien frogs carefully.
"If our current location is tracked down by the government, will kill you and move to your house. Is this clear?" I said sternly. He took a step back, and his brown hair swished down to cover his green eyes. He looked genuinely frightened, so I softened my tone.
"Maybe we won't kill you, but you have to cooperate, or we will. I promise not to hurt you now, unless you call for help. Then Giroro will shoot you." I stated.
He shuddered, but nodded slowly. "Why are you telling me this now?" He asked.
"To give you time to clean up this... shack. We need somewhere to stay, don't we? You should prepare a room, with many blankets and pillows. One or two beds is fine, but we will sleep on the floor. Understand?" I said quickly, not giving him time to answer. "Of course you do. Have food stocked, and lots of entertainment and snacks. We could be tracked down any day now, so have this ready as soon as possible."
He just nodded, shocked.
"I will be back later today with some of our belongings-" I started, but he cut me off.
"How many of you are there exactly?" he spit out.
I counted on my fingers. "Ten. Eleven including me."
He looked shocked. "Eleven winged girls?" He turned a little pink.
"No, ten alien frogs, one winged girl," I corrected him warily.
He looked like he was going to faint, so I got up and rested him on the couch where I had been sitting.
My long orange hair, newly re-grown by Kururu, swept the floor as I walked out. Giroro clung to my neck.
"He didn't look very.. responsible." Garuru pointed out.
"I know," I said, sighing, "Thats what I'm worried about."
