I kind of want to move onto other projects right now, but I also want to finish this fic so the quality might decrease a little bit. I am sorry.

Giroro didn't understand the video that Natsumi had played, threatening Keroro. He just kept replaying it.

Why had she turned her back on her morals? Why was she helped the sword party? Why had she turned into this?
You're better than this. Don't fall for something so false. Giroro thought to himself. But Natsumi had chosen her own path and it was along a path he didn't understand or know.

It was so different than anything he would have done, and although he tried to relate, thinking about his brother and if he would have fallen for something saying he was dead and work with his enemies, he still felt an urge to protect Keroro from Natsumi.

She had told him that they'd be enemies the next time they saw each other. Now Giroro was finally seeing that. And although he didn't want to be enemies, it seemed he'd have to face it.

I don't want to be your enemy. Giroro thought to himself.

It was a sad day for him and Natsumi.

Keroro handed Fuyuki a mop and a bucket.

"W-what are these for?" Fuyuki asked. He still wasn't exactly sure how badly these aliens would torture him. He had been told all his life that if aliens had the chance to get revenge it would be pretty brutal.

He knew he wouldn't die. For some reason Kululu was under the impression that he had helped him and wouldn't allow Giroro to kill him, but he didn't know how bad being Keroro's pet would be.

He had treated Keroro pretty terrible after all.

"You'll clean the base." Keroro smiled. He sat down. "I...I thought about it long and hard and about what you did to me, imprisoned me, took away my dignity, traumatized me..."

Ah, so it is revenge he's after. Fuyuki frowned. Nobody would save him now. At least he knew his sister was going after the right person to kill.

"And I realized I don't resent you. You're a terrible person, Fuyuki, but long ago, so was I. I'm sure I did just as terrible things to Dororo turning him into...Well a monster." Keroro looked down, "But I learned some actual morals and humility working under you. Being in a position where I wasn't in power."

"So...?" Fuyuki asked.

"I want to give you the same chance. Learn some actual morals, dude!" Keroro frowned, "You won't be killed, but I hope you change for the better, same as I did."

Fuyuki gulped but nodded. This was not what he had expected.

Keroro seemed to be taking the moral high road. And what scared Fuyuki was that he didn't know aliens could do that.

The way he frames it...I'm the villain. Fuyuki realized. He...He no longer wanted to be the villain using people, hurting them.

He didn't want to turn out like his father. Days ago he wanted to be just like Haru, but after Haru's betrayal he was no longer interested.

"I'll do it. I'll clean everything to be spotless." And for the first time in a while Fuyuki gave a friendly smile out of optimism and kindness.

He'd try this thing that Keroro was giving him. A second chance.

Angol Mois had dropped to the floor and wasn't moving. Apparently her stint at trying to have free will wasn't working and she could no longer do anything without her programming. She just lay there like a lifeless creature, not even daring to look up.

"Mois? Ya there?" Kululu asked. But she wouldn't speak to him. Her programming was kicking in and now she couldn't speak to anyone.

Kululu sighed and went to go look at her and give her a close examination, figure out what was wrong. This was not what he had imagined her being out of her prison would be like. But at the same time he'd been a little optimistic that as soon as she was out she'd be fixed.

"Is she all right?" Giroro asked.

Kululu flipped open her flip phone on her chest. It was the best way he was going to look into how the pekoponians had programmed her. Although it was slightly awkward to be so close to her chest, he hoped that she'd forgive him later. "No." He shook his head, "Apparently the pekoponians set up a fail-safe if she disobeyed orders and left. This phone and her is rigged to explode and kill whoever stole her. Her, us, we'll all be dead in a little bit. Tch. Damn pekoponians." Kululu cursed.

Giroro's eyes widened. He pulled out his gun, "We should kill her before that happens then!" He decided.

Kululu cursed. "I...I don't know enough about angolian technology to fix her. And without Keron's databases I can't look up what we know about angolians to make educated guesses." It would really help if there was direct contact with Keron and he could get a hand on those databases.

"So then the only option is to kill her." Giroro hissed.

"It will trigger in 48 hours." Kululu frowned. He put his hand on Mois's shoulder, "I can find a loophole before then!" His voice was shaky, but confident. "I just need to try to figure out how she works."

Giroro looked at him like he didn't believe him, but finally he sighed. "Fine." He agreed, "But if it gets down to one hour, I'm killing her. Deal?" He asked.

Kululu looked down at Mois. He'd find a way. He had to. He needed to save her, he had this chance now to make it up to her for all she had sacrificed for him. But although she was in the room she wasn't there alive to talk to him.

It really was like she was dead.

"...Deal." He'd find a loophole at whatever cost. He had to.

Natsumi covered her mouth as she saw her mother's body. An autopsy was happening on it, trying to figure out what had killed her.

Natsumi tried to keep her tears concealed. But she did not do very good. Instead she let out several strangled cries. "It...It must have been that Keroro fellow again, back for more revenge against our family."

It had to be an alien after all.

"I'll get revenge for you." Koyuki promised, patting Natsumi's back. "Your mother's killer will be killed. I promise."

Natsumi gave a small nod. It had to be the keronians, it had to. But at the same time, she wasn't very sure. Were they capable of taking down someone as tough as her mother?

A boy with white hair was walking through the hallways to check on them. Apparently he helped the government out sometimes, had no party affiliation. His name was Saburo but he had held a keronian captive for a while, just as she had.

"You...You had one of those monsters, right?" Natsumi asked Saburo, her voice tearing up.

Saburo nodded.

"...What was he like? Was he capable of murder?" Natsumi asked.

"Sure he was." Saburo shrugged, "But personally and just between you and me I had nothing against him. I mean he might have killed your mom if it benefited him, but there was nothing I personally had against him, ya know?"

Natsumi gave a small nod. She did know. After all she felt the same way about Giroro.

Did Giroro do it? She wondered. She hoped he didn't. Although she had told him they were now enemies, she didn't want to be enemies.

She didn't think Giroro was capable of this senseless murder. He had known her mother, and he had known it would hurt Natsumi.

Still Natsumi swore that whoever had done it she would harm. She would take her revenge, no matter what.

I'll get them. And I'll kill them. She thought to herself.

It was impossible to find a loophole in Mois's programming or reprogram her if Kululu didn't have the Keron database or tools to properly operate. But Keron had left them to die and nobody would come down if he asked to help him save, not a keronian, but an angolian.

I guess I have to do some trickery. What Kululu really needed was another intelligence officer. Not to help him, but so he could steal his tools.

And Kululu knew of only one platoon that had an intelligence officer that was so gullible and might come down to Pekopon for them.

He glanced at Giroro. Giroro would be his bargaining chip.

"Sorry, Mois. I have to use you one more time." He didn't know if his communicator would get through to them, but he knew their phone number. He briefly wondered when was the last time her cell phone had been used for its intended purposes- of being a phone.

He quickly started dialing the phone number he needed. He pressed his head awkwardly to her chest so he could hear.

"Who is it? I keep telling you, I don't want to be prank called!" Garuru's voice was on the speaker.

"Ku, ku, ku. It's me." Kululu laughed.

"That's it. I'm hanging up." Garuru hissed.

"Wait!" Kululu stopped him, "Would it interest you if I told you I had your brother on Pekopon here with me?"

Garuru stopped himself hanging up.

"Say hi, Giroro!" Kululu ordered.

Giroro didn't come any closer. He wasn't using a girl's boob as a phone.

"We've encountered a little bit of trouble here on Pekopon. The pekoponians are trying to kill us and we're very much in danger. I was wondering if you could come down and pick us up." Kululu negotiated, "Or else Giroro might die."

Garuru perked up when his brother was in danger.

"And I forgot to mention, bring Tororo. Uhhhh he's needed too." Kululu continued.

Garuru nodded, "Fine. I'll do it. I will never leave my brother in peril. We'll come as a rescue team immediately."

Kululu smiled. That was his plan. Although he doubted the Garuru Platoon could offer anything useful without breaking orders of stealing them away from their mission, he was still excited about the aspect of keronian software and the database.

Mois would be fine soon enough.

Garuru's plan was simple. He knew he couldn't go down and rescue Giroro, he could only take him off the planet if Giroro invaded, as per Giroro's mission but there was nothing against him helping.

"Freeze the planet." He ordered Tororo, "Everything should stand still. Every thing that hasn't encountered aliens will be frozen."
He was unaware that all of Pekopon had encountered aliens. His plan was useless.

"Pu, pu, pu. Rightio!" Tororo smiled and pressed a button.

"We'll save him." Pururu reassured. Their platoon was ready for anything. They could save Garuru's brother.

Their ship slowly went down to the Pekopon surface, but as soon as the large ship landed where Kululu had designated their meet up, and the ramp went out, Pekoponians surrounded them.

"I told you to freeze everything!" Garuru cursed.

"I did. These people must have already known of aliens!" Tororo put his hands up.

"Don't let them get the ship." Garuru frowned. He quickly pressed a button and the ship blasted off to orbit the planet. "Split up! This is an order from your leader. I want you to find the Keroro Platoon and figure out what is going on!"

Garuru frowned. So Kululu was telling the truth and Giroro was in much more trouble than he had first thought.

I'll save you, brother, no matter what. And they all ran off to complete their mission and find their designated member to save them. They would bring the Keroro Platoon home, even though it was against mission protocol.

Their friends lives were more important.

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