Now to explain Gertrude… I know that Gertrude isn't a Keronian sounding name, but I couldn't resist. I think it makes a good girl name for Giroro, and it sounds tough, so I went with it.
Gertrude, like Giroro, is the weapons expert of the team. However, she tends to prefer melee weapons. Not that she doesn't know how to assemble/shoot a variety of guns, and also a bow and arrow. Other than that, they are relatively the same. The most dedicated to the mission, tough, grumpy, and they're going to have similar first experiences on Pekopon. Bwahahahaha…
But you'll just have to wait and see what I mean by that. Anyway, here we go…
The Next Day…
"Okay, I think that's it!" Kerora exclaimed, loading the last of her luggage into their spaceship.
"All of my weaponry is loaded, as well," Gertrude said, rolling a weapons rack into the cargo bay.
Tamomi had been done for a while, all her stuffed animals tucked neatly in a corner.
Kulala walked into the dock carrying a small metal box, no larger than a music box, and nothing else.
"Um, Kulala? Don't you want to bring more gizmos than that?" Tamomi asked, slinging her favorite stuffed animal over her shoulder and eyeing the box suspiciously.
"All my gizmos are already in here. This little contraption automatically shrinks whatever I put in and makes it weightless, at least while it's still in the box. I put it together last night before I went to sleep as an afterthought. *Kakaka…" Kulala replied, putting her box down right inside the door.
"Where's Doriri?" Kerora asked, tapping her foot impatiently. They'd have to leave really soon if they were going to make it to Pekopon before sunset!
"Here," came a breath from behind her. She wheeled around and found herself face-to-face with Doriri.
"Oh! Doriri! There you are. Well, we're all here, so we'd better get going if we want to get there before the Pekoponians go to sleep! Kadada said we had to make ourselves known to them if we're going to be living in their basement," Kerora said, and turned to march into the ship. Tamomi squealed in excitement, squeezing her stuffed animal.
"Finally, the day has come for us to do what we were raised for," Gertrude sighed, and with that the entire team went on board.
Kulala made her way into the cockpit, by for the most qualified to drive the spacecraft, and started it up. Then, in a flash of light, they were off.
Kadada watched them go through his bedroom window.
"Hopefully," he thought to himself, " They won't let their shock from finding out get in the way of their mission. Or cause them to hunt me down…" A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.
*=Kulala's version of 'Kukuku…'