As Tororo stood among his friends (and some enemies) in the Hinata's back yard, staring up in to the sky, he realized something; he had never been more afraid for his life then he was right then. Even though it was in the middle of the night, he could clearly see the hundreds and thousands of keronian ships filling the sky above Tokyo. Just thinking about the massive numbers that it would take to surround the entire planet made him shudder.

He had been outfitted with a wing-pack and had been given a simple riffle. The latter of the two items scared him slightly. Him being an intelligence officer, Tororo had never gotten much experience with using guns like this, and he had certainly never killed anyone with one.

"EVERYONE! START YOUR WING-PACKS AND PREPARE FOR INVADING THE MOON BASE!" Giroro ordered out to the entire group that they had fighting on there side. Tororo couldn't help but roll his eyes, not that anybody would notice with his glasses though. With Garuru out of commission, Giroro had been put in the second in command spot to work along side Keroro. Yippie, just what this platoon needs; more fights.

It wasn't long before they took off. The first thing that Tororo noticed was that he didn't quite remember how to work the wing-packs. It had been such a long time since he had used one. He kept drifting off to the side, and falling behind. But they had to hurry. The army that they where facing would have there computers back on-line any time soon and there attacks would continue. Tororo didn't want to be out in the open when that happened. The though terrified him. Yet the thought that the army was having computer problems annoyed him. Neither he or Kururu had been able to do anything to there computer systems. That meant that the idiots running the computers in the army where having there own technical difficulties.

Someone grabbed a hold of him, pulling him along with the others when they realized that Tororo was having difficulty flying. A human, that Saburo kid that Kururu was so fond of.

"Come on, hurry up Squirt! You don't want to fall behind do you?" Saburo said with a slight smile.

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Squirt

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING SQUIRT?" Tororo screeched. Yanking his hand out of Saburo's grasp and through them in the air in exasperation. "I'm not even all that young! I'm actually OLDER then Taruru! If the dam army hadn't messed with his age I wouldn't be the youngest in the Garuru platoon..." Tororo explained, getting quieter until he was mumbling to himself instead of yelling at Saburo.

"Hey hey hey! Calm down! I just don't know your real name! Kururu always calls you Squirt so thats the only name I know for you! Sorry I didn't know..." Saburo said

Tororo froze. There was no way he could argue with that. He had never been properly introduced to Saburo before and the only reason he knew Saburo's name was the fact that he had heard Kururu address him as such while talking to him.

"uhg... its Tororo." Tororo growled before flying off after the others, not noticing that he flew with much more ease now that he was not focused on it.

Eventually he caught up to the rest of the group, as did Saburo. With the moon drawing closer and the base coming in to view, Tororo could feel the tension around the group rise, even with out anybody speaking. Some nervous, some excited, it was a very mixed atmosphere.

Like Taruru had said, the moon is somewhat pretty from a distance, but Tororo had never had any wish to actually visit the moon. Bare and lifeless left little to experience there. More interesting rocks could be found on his home planet. All there was was a lot of white ground and now, a huge building structure that served as the invading army's base. A dark gray, windowless building that looked more like a prison then a base. It took them a while to actually locate the door due to the massive size of the building. When they actually found the door, it took Tororo a second to locate the lock on the giant door. By the time he did find it though, Kururu was already hard at work on it and Tororo decided against disturbing him.

"Alright guys. As soon as those doors open, charge in. kill anybody you come across and take over anything you can. Keep in contact as much as you can and try not to go off on your own." Giroro Ordered and instructed to the group of keronians and humans in front of him. Beside him Keroro nodded in agreement, obviously not being able to think of any instructions that wouldn't get him killed by the hot headed red frog.

Tororo mentally gagged the moment he heard the word 'Kill'. Though he figured he would lilkly be doing quite a bit of killing today, he wouldn't feel good about it. It was still his own species, most of witch probably had no choice over weather they attacked the platoon or not.

There where the few antagonizing moments of silence that followed at Kururu worked on getting the door open in witch Tororo battled his conscious. 'I could still go back...Its not to late...' Tororo shook he head. He couldn't chicken out now. He was here, he would fight...kill if absolutely necessary.

"Bingo!" Kururu yelled out before grabbing his gun and running back to the group and next to Tororo.

"GO! GO! GO!" Giroro shouted as the door slid open. The entire mass of people ran in, screaming and totally blowing any cover they may have had. Tororo tried to join them but Kururu held him back.

"Idiot, we are here for a different reason. We go in after them, we are not fighters."

Tororo nodded and watched the main entrance hall for any sign of either when to go in or when to retreat.

A few horribly slow minutes of screams, gunfire and commands echoing down various hallways, Kururu nodded and pushed Tororo forward. "Now we go. GO!" Kururu instructed and ran ahead of Tororo slightly and entered the building in front of them.

OK so...a short chapter... BUT I will make up for it in the next chapter...witch I have almost done :D