Oop. Sorry for taking so long, I just got a new nephew and was having to watch his 3 big sisters.

If you would like to see visual depictions of the platoon's humanized forms, look up my username "Mokenda" on Deviantart, go to my gallery and scroll down to the bottom of the page, there is a folder in my gallery dedicated to Keroro Gunso which includes several sketches of the humanized platoon! Check it out ;)

Giroro groaned as he woke up, he felt like he'd been hit by a truck. He opened his eyes and instantly cringed at the unwelcome blast of bright light. He let his eyes adjust for a few moments before he looked around, from the looks of things it seemed as though he was inside of the Hinata household, lying on the couch. As he shifted his weight and lifted his upper body into a sitting position, he took note that his body seemed to be unusually heavy. Curious, he looked at his body and determined that he seemed to be in a Pekoponian suit, but he didn't recognize this one. This one seemed to be clad in military attire and sported a tanned flesh tone. He briefly wondered why he would be in a Pekoponian suit, but the importance of that matter was instantly dropped when he remembered the events which led up to his unconsciousness. What was Garuru doing? Why did he suddenly attack them without warning? What about the others? There were so many questions that were buzzing in his head, and he didn't have an answer for any of them. Thoroughly frustrated, he put a hand to his forehead to rub his brow. He expected to feel the rim of his cap, but instead felt hair as his hand brushed by.

…Wait… Hair? He didn't have any hair. He gave it a small tug and discovered that it was attached.

His hand was shaky as he moved it down to feel his face. There was a nose… lips… it felt absolutely foreign. Giroro jumped up from the couch, a sinking feeling weighed heavy on his stomach. It couldn't be possible, no this had to be in his imagination. He had to check. He charged out of the living room, down the hall, through the open doorway of the bathroom, turned to the mirror, and stared at the reflection in shock. The spherical red face that he had known all his life was nowhere to be found, and instead, perched upon the neck of what he'd previously believed to be a Pekoponian suit was… a Pekoponian head. Panicked, he pinched himself hard, but the sharp pain that responded told him that he was most definitely awake. He stared transfixed at the face that looked back at him. The human features were so unfamiliar in contrast to the Keronian face he knew, and yet the steel grey eyes and the iconic scar running down the left side of the face proved it could only be him. His mind reeled. What happened to him?

As Giroro stared in speechless horror at the face which greeted him from beyond the mirror, Fuyuki happened to walk past the bathroom door on his way down the hall. Noticing movement within, he glanced inside.

"Gochou, you're awake!" Fuyuki's exclamation surprised Giroro, causing the mirror to break its trance, snapping him back to reality.

He turned his head to look at the younger male, confusion and shock still heavily present on his face. "F-Fuyuki? What… how…?" He couldn't find the words.

"Don't worry," Fuyuki nodded understandingly, "I'll explain as best I can."

After returning to the living room, Fuyuki proceeded to explain what happened in the aftermath of Garuru's attack. He explained how he and Natsumi had found the five humanoid forms in the rubble – identifying them by the color of their hair and distinguishing marks as their formerly Keronian companions – and with the help of the their three other human companions, had brought them into the household. As could be expected, it was obviously a lot for Giroro to take in, but as a soldier he did his best to keep his emotions under control. (So stoic *sniff*)

"Where are the others?" He asked.

"Well, Azumaya-san and Nishizawa-san took Dororo and Tamama back to their houses; I haven't heard any updates on them yet. Gunsou and Kururu are here, but Kururu woke up before you did and I'm pretty sure he went down to his lab. Gunsou's in his room, although he's still out cold last time I checked." Before Fuyuki had the chance to add anything more, Giroro rose to his feet. "W-wait, Giroro? Where are you going?" Fuyuki called to the Corporal, but Giroro made no reply as he strode away.

Giroro silently threw open the hatch leading to the hallway down below; his newly augmented size made descending the steps of the ladder nearly effortless. As soon as his feet touched the floor below, he turned abruptly and continued on his path down the hall toward to the door emblazoned with the yellow star. He threw the door open and quickly scanned the room, and it didn't take long before he identified the target. Sleeping with his butt in the air and his face smashed into a pillow was a young male with green hair, obviously Keroro. Giroro entered the room and neared the unconscious form; he stopped when he was standing approximately three feet away. Close enough that he could see the drool as it dangled from Keroro's mouth. Just as Fuyuki managed to reach the doorway of the room, Giroro reared back his foot in preparation.

"Gochou-san! Wait!" But it was too late, Giroro's eyes were livid as his foot made contact with Keroro's humanized face.

"YOU DUMBASS!" (Oops, I think he let his emotions take control…)

Keroro's sleeping form plowed into the wall behind the bed, leaving his outline cratered into the sheetrock. He rose shakily from the dust, "Gerooo that hurt," he winced as he put a hand to his cheek, "what was that all abou-…" He froze when he looked up and saw the unfamiliar human male who stood in front of him, with Fuyuki watching from directly behind. "GEROOO A PEKOPONIAN! I'VE BEEN FOUND OUT! Fuyuki-dono how could you do this to me~?!" (Experimentation! Dissection! French Restaurants! Oh no!)

"It's me, you idiot!" Giroro fumed.

"Eh?" Keroro paused, he definitely recognized the voice. He took a moment to get a better look and began connecting parallels between the man in front of him and the Keronian Corporal. The scar. The belt. The crimson hair. "G-Giroro?" He stared blankly, "Why are you a Pekoponian? You look rather dumb." He mocked as his expression changed to a toothy grin.

"Like you have any room to talk," Giroro snarled back, "you're one too!"

Upon hearing Giroro's words, Keroro, who had been mindlessly rubbing the back of his head, suddenly froze. (Really? He'd been too clueless to realize he'd been rubbing hair? How pathetic.) Slowly, he turned his head to look at his reflection in the mirror on the adjacent wall. "GEROOOOO?!"

A few hours later

After Keroro recovered from his spontaneously developed existential crisis (complete with uncontrollable sobbing and guacamole dip), the two former frogs and Fuyuki made their way to get their missing companions from their homes. Keroro, of course, completely forgot about Dororo (Again.), although Fuyuki was luckily able to prevent the activation of his trauma switch by reminding Keroro. Now the platoon – with the exception of Kururu and Mois – were seated around the table in Keroro's room where they usually held their meetings, although it was rather awkward now that they were no longer small enough for the Keronian sized table. Their distress over the situation (and inability to put their legs underneath the table) was heavily apparent on their faces.

"What happened?" Keroro asked as he looked over the three teammates sitting in front of him. "Does anyone know who attacked us?"

"Nope," Tamama piped as he gnawed in frustration on a lollipop, "but when I find out… I'LL CRUSH THEM LIKE THE BUG THEY ARE!" The lollipop exploded in a spray of sugary shards as the psychotic side to his bi-polar personality came out.

"I'm afraid not," Dororo shook his head apologetically; "I was unfortunately unable to get close enough to the assailant before I was taken down."

Giroro said nothing. He was too deep in frustrated thought.

Fuyuki watched his four friends as they mulled over their predicament, making observations of their new forms. They didn't appear to be anywhere near as old as he expected them to be. Considering the standard age of military enrollment on Earth, he expected the veteran members of the platoon to be in their thirties at the very least. Instead, Keroro, Dororo, and Giroro appeared to be in their late teens, early twenties at best. Tamama on the other hand, seemed to be approximately the same age as Fuyuki and Momoka. While the ages had been surprising, he noted that their new human bodies all seemed to compliment their personalities and occupations.

Giroro's body was tall and physically fit with an olive tanned skin tone, showing off his penchant for working out and staying outdoors. His crimson hair was buzzed short in the back, and – with the exception of a tuft of bangs on the right side – was slicked back in the front.

Keroro's body was lean with a subtle musculature, his skin color a pale tone. This wasn't very surprising, considering the fact that he spent the majority of his time indoors putting together Gundam models and cleaning house. His hair was cropped at a relatively short length and splayed out in all directions; a yellow ribbon with a red star tied was around his forehead.

Dororo, like Giroro was physically toned, though to a slightly lesser extent. His skin tone was fairly light with a red duplicate of his belly symbol emblazoned on each shoulder. The shape of his eyes seemed reminiscent of the old paintings of Japanese samurai in shape, though they carried a considerably softer expression. His mask was still in place, its tying point hidden behind the long sky blue ponytail which hung down his back.

Tamama's body was petite and thin in appearance, effectively disguising the bombastic extent of his physical strength. His navy hair was cut in a bowl-like style which framed his childlike face; a barrette with his belly symbol was used to pin back his hair from his eyes.

Fuyuki's thoughts were interrupted when a shrill laugh rang out, grabbing the attention of everyone in the room. As they all turned to look, a wall panel slid open to reveal another young man in a lab coat with Mois padding along behind him. This man appeared to be in his late teens with a tall, lanky frame and a ghostly pale skin tone. His blonde hair was long and tousled, pulled into an unkempt ponytail, and topped off by a pair of large white headphones. An uncomfortable aura was produced as yellow-green eyes leered through thick round lenses. It was Kururu, of course. "I see everyone's already here," he grinned, "That certainly makes things easier."

"What the hell are you going on about?" Giroro snorted.

"Kuku, well if you really want to know," He grinned cruelly, "it seems… we have been exterminated."

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I am having a little too much fun with these cliffhangers.