"Wh- What's going on," The cat-creature said warily, blinking the last bit of sleep out of her eyes. She didn't know where she was, she had just woken up, and the last thing she could remember was leaving her home. When she blinked open her eyes, even the tiniest bit, a blindingly bright light came rushing into her eyes, so she closed them again and said, "Where am I?"
She weakly sat up and looked around. There were three solid rock walls and one that was relatively open, closed only by bars. She was in a jail! Just outside of the bars were five Keronians and an Angol. It was a strange team, Keronians and Angols didn't usually work so closely.
"You are right where you need to be. Ku, ku, ku!" said the yellow Keronian.
"Excuse his Pekoponian clichés. You are our hostage." Started the green one, "You were caught trying to snoop around in our secret base."
Now all the memory was flowing back to her. She got lost, stumbled into where the main group was, and was tackled. Then, she was knocked out. The green Keronian continued, "We believe you have stolen from us and we would like it back. We can promise no harm if you coroporate."
"What! We shouldn't let it out or this will happen again!" the red one yelled. Note to self… Red one has anger issues. And, It! How dare he call her an it!
"Um, if I may interrupt, I am a she, not an It. Or you can refer to me as Lance Corporal Girara." The creature in the cage said, "Now may I know how to address you or do I just sit here and quietly come up with a plan to break out of here?"
"You are in custody of the Keroro Platoon of the Keron Army." Started the green one, "I am Sergeant Keroro, de adimasu!"
"Private Second-Class Tamama, desu!" added the black one.
"I am Corporal Giroro." Said the red one that seemed to disrespect his leader.
"Ku, ku, ku!" started the yellow one, "I am Sergeant Major Kururu, the technical manager of the platoon."
"I am…" started the blue one, but Keroro interrupted.
"That's all of us, now tell us why exactly why are here." How rude. Keroro just interrupted the blue one like he wasn't even there. Now he's curled up in the corner, calling his name. That's just sad.
Okay. Mental notes: The green one calls himself Keroro. Very rude to blue one. Apparently a horrible leader. Black one calls himself Tamama. Acts cute. Still a tadpole. Red one calls himself Giroro. Very fierce and disrespectful. Yellow one calls himself Kururu. Technical portion of the platoon. Very smart. Blue one, not sure. Seems to be weak to his memories. Still no introduction to the Angol.
"Why do you really need to know, if you're not going to let me out of here any time soon?" Girara said without realizing she had started to say anything.
"Well, depending on what you tell us, we might let you out." Said the green one, Keroro.
"You could say, a chance of innocence?" the Angol commented.
"Well…" Girara started, choosing her words carefully.