Consequences Chapter 12

Chapter 12:

“Ah, now just a short ride until we get there!” Keroro stretched and sat back in his seat. "A short ride to what is to be a long, impending doom."

“Gunso-san, why didn’t we just use one of our ships to get on board, why did we have to get Garuru Chui’s?” Tamama asked, looking over to his superior officer.

“Kukuku! The goal is not to kill her. We don’t want to be conspicuous,” Kururu answered. All then jumped at the sound of a banging from a storage unit, and Keroro cautiously walked over and opened it.

Fuyuki fell out, much to everyone’s horror, and looked over to Keroro after gaining his bearings. “F-Fuyuki-dono!”

“What?!” Giroro snapped. “How the hell did you even get on here!?”

“Gunso! I bumped my head trying to stand up in here and accidentally fell back into that closet!” Fuyuki sat up and rubbed the back of his head.

“Terrific, he pulled a Kirere,” Tamama muttered gravely.

“Great. And it’s too late to turn back around now!” Giroro growled.

“What… What were you doing in here?”

“Taruru asked me if I minded putting some things on the ship, and… I just wanted to help,” Fuyuki answered. “I don’t feel like I’ve been much of one… Kezanstav-sensei… If I’d known, I would’ve brought the Kero Ball with me, but….”

“No one could’ve possibly known he was that big of a jerk,” Tamama answered.

Keroro gave a sigh as he looked out the window, “The Kero Ball would have proven quite useful. It looks as though you’re stuck here now, though, Fuyuki-dono.”

“That’s okay,” Fuyuki answered. “So do you think we’ll get Kirere-chan back this way?”

“Kuku! No one had any other ideas,” Kururu replied.

“We’ve got to. We can’t let one rogue Pekoponian get away with this,” Giroro answered.

“It looks as though we’re coming up to it, Teicho-dono!” Dororo called out.
“How are we going to get into there?” Fuyuki wondered aloud as they now sat under the much larger ship.

“Gero… A little bartering,” Keroro answered seriously. Giroro’s eyes went wide.

“What?! Keroro! What’re you thinking of bartering, you have nothing he wants unless—”

“Relax, Red Dharma!” Keroro waved his hand flippantly at Giroro. “You really shouldn’t worry so much, it’s not healthy for you!”

“Kuku, Teicho, shall I get it?”

“Indeed you shall, Kururu Socho!”


Kezanstav looked down from the large metal chair in the center of the spaceship, down to the numerous screens that served as the only light in the room. Both of the Keronians typed away at the computers while he sat watching their progress.

The fighter jets were no match for his spacecraft, and their numbers were dwindling. There was a green, blocky ship in the distance, which he knew that no one would be foolish enough to seriously consider using against such an advanced ship, and Keron saucer a distance away from them. Even the best Keronian fighter ship would have a rough time against what Kezanstav had, though.

“There’s someone under us,” came a droned, dull voice from Kirere.

“What’s that now?” Kezanstav sat upright in his chair, and saw the tiny ship directly beneath them. “Close up on that, immediately!”

She nodded, and did just that, and Keroro came into range, holding what looked like a small black box, with a yellow star upon it. He had a wide Cheshire cat smile as he looked directly back at the camera.

“Gero gero gero! Foolish Pekoponian! Settling on Pekopon’s crummy mysteries when he could have all of Keron’s right here!” Keroro laughed. “Geeeeero gero ge! Maybe the universe’s if you harnessed its full power!”



“What is that Stupid Frog doing?!” Natsumi wondered aloud as they heard and watched the same exchange from their position.

Garuru said nothing, but one of the lenses in his visor cracked a bit.

Taruru noted this, and gulped, “I… I think they’re going off-plan.”



“Gero gero gero! Kezanstav-dono! It’s all yours!” Keroro laughed, and tossed it up and down in his hand. “Just let me in so we can talk like gentlemen and don’t send one of your goons out here to rough me up or worse, and we’ve got a deal.”

“I don’t have a good feeling about this,” Giroro said from inside the ship. “That idiot’s going to get himself killed.”

Much to Giroro’s surprise, the bottom of the ship opened after a few moments, allowing them access in. He still didn’t have a good feeling about Keroro’s plan, though.

Kezanstav met them inside, after the ship had shut once more. Keroro hopped down from the top of the ship and skipped over to the much larger Pekoponian.

“My apologies for my rude behavior earlier, first off!” Keroro began with a grin. Kezanstav’s expression was unmoving.

Fuyuki went to the exit door of the Garuru platoon ship, but Giroro quickly answered with, “Wait. Don’t go anywhere just yet.”

“Now what… What is that, exactly?” Kezanstav brushed off Keroro’s apology along with everything else the sergeant said, and instead concentrated upon the box Keroro held.

“A Kero box,” Keroro answered with a grin proudly. “It’s given to every platoon captain as they’re given assignment! This one is mine.”

“And you’re… Willing to part with it so simply?”

“Well, there is one thing we’d like back… More like my niece, gero. She’s quite vital to our platoon, you see,” Keroro replied. “Oh, there she is! Hiii Kirere-chan!” He waved to the young girl, who now stood behind Kezanstav with the other Keronian at her side. There was no reaction from her, and Keroro’s waving hand fell a few moments later weakly. “Uhh… I suppose not.”

“…You’re willing to trade me the secrets to your military for one single member of your crew…” Kezanstav thought this over. “…Open the box.”

“What?! You… You give us Kiere-chan, first!”

“I said to just open it, not to give it to me… Why, is there some reason you can’t?” Kezanstav looked down at Keroro harshly.

“Well, I… Hey!” the teal Keronian came up from behind Keroro, grabbing hold of Keroro’s arms by looping his own underneath them. Keroro yelled and kicked, but this didn’t stop Kirere from walking over to him and ripping the box out of his hand.

“Ki-Kirere-chan! Wait! Don’t!” Keroro yelled out as she turned away from him and began to walk to Kezanstav. She looked back at Keroro dully a moment, and then finished walking to Kezanstav, and handed him the small black box.

“Let’s see now…” Kezanstav opened the simple box, and his smile fell. “What… What is this…? Junk?!”

He pulled out an assembled Gunpla model, and growled, clenching it in his fist. Kirere’s eyes opened a bit as she registered it, as if something clicked within her, but moments later they changed to back to their same blue, dull haze.

“J-Junk!? That may not be the most complex model, but it’s still a work of art!” Keroro shouted, still struggling against his captor. “You—”

Without another word Keroro went flying across the room, hitting roughly against wall of the circular room and then landing with a loud ‘thump!’.

There was no noise afterward, only Kirere stood there, her hand still raised from where she had smacked Keroro hard enough to send him flying across the large room at full-speed.

“Gunso!” Fuyuki shouted in horror.

“Keroro!” Giroro opened up the hatch, and he, Dororo, and Tamama rushed out. Kururu remained behind at the wheel, and continued to watch this unfold from his spot.

“Heh,” he muttered, and sat back in his seat.

“Kirere! Stop!” Giroro jumped out of the ship and ran up to her, gun drawn at Kezanstav. “You take that thing off of her right this instant!”

“Heh, you realize that ship your humans are on I could blow up with a snap of my fingers, right?” Kezanstav looked down at Giroro and grinned.

“That’ll be a little hard without fingers,” Giroro answered, stone-faced.

“You’re a tough little one,” Kezanstav said aloud, clearly impressed. “Romama. Take care of these three.”

The teal Keronian moved at this, and vanished, appearing quickly in front of Tamama, Giroro, and Dororo.

“No you don’t!” Giroro growled as Kezanstav turned and walked away from them, Kirere floating at his side. He was blocked by the teal Keronian, but the Keronian fighter was quickly knocked aside by an attack from Tamama.

“Giroro-dono, go! We’ve got this!” Dororo called out as he drew his sword, and the teal Keron fighter did the same with his ancient saber. Giroro nodded, and took off after Kezanstav and Kirere.



“Ohhh… My head… She’s worse than Natsumi-dono, and I thought I’d never be able to say that about someone! Really, if they thought one little smack would do me in…” Keroro groaned and sat up, rubbing his reddened cheek. “She gets that from Giroro Gocho… Eh? Kururu Socho?”

Indeed, standing above him Kururu was busy at work, his headphones fully extended and the wires plugged into the alien ship’s system.

“Kuku! And they say I like to nap on the job,” Kururu laughed as he went typing away. “Giroro Senpai went after Kirere.”

“Eh? What about Dororo Heicho and Tamama Nitohei?” Keroro stood up, and just as soon gave a yell and fell back to the ground as one of Tamama’s jealousy balls bounced off the wall where he stood. Kururu remained unmoving.

“Kuku! Looks like things are getting serious.”

“Gunso!” Fuyuki ran over to Keroro and Kururu, and ducked down as another of Tamama’s attacks fired in their direction. “I saw where they went!”

“Let’s go, then!” Keroro hopped up, and both rushed away from Kururu, leaving the scientist to his own work.



“Neh!” Dororo clashed swords with the Keron fighter, and jumped back, his sword now in defense mode. Tamama was panting heavily, but still managed to send out another impact.

‘I’ve never seen a fighter of his caliber…’ Dororo thought, a brief streak of worry passing through him. ‘I don’t… I don’t know if…’

Then there was a sudden gray flash, and the teal Keronian was blown back, and the armor on his chest sliced clear across.

“You…. You have no fight with this one. I, however, do. And I cannot let you get in my way of that,” Zoruru clenched his fist and stood across from the opposing Keronian.

“Who… Where did he come from…?” Dororo wondered aloud.



Kururu gave a growl as he found himself still locked out of the system. In fact, he’d ended up setting off the security system.

“Pupupu! Is the old man having trouble with something this simple?”

“What?!” Kururu jerked his head up sharply as he immediately recognized the voice. Tororo. But why was he…?

“What’re you doing here, you little gnat?”

“This is Gamma 7 technology, it’s designed to have two people working it at once, pupupu! Designed especially to block out people with egos like yours! I’ll take care of the security, since you seem to be failing so horribly with it. You concentrate on what you need to.”

“And why are you helping me, might I ask, kukuku?”

“I-I have my reasons! Now shut up, I have to get to work!” Tororo shouted.

“Kuku… I don’t need your help, but if you’re really looking for something to do, I suppose you could tie up my loose ends… Kuuukukuku!” Kururu answered with his classic laugh.



“That…. That!.. UGHHH!.” Tororo grit his teeth at this a bit, but kept his concentration on the security system. He gave a self-satisfied laugh as he found himself now able to access all of the security cameras on ship.

There were enough cameras to fill all of his screens, but he immediately focused on one, and brought it to his main screen. It was a light-haired male Pekoponian, with a female Keronian floating beside him. It took him a few moments to register who it was, but when he did, he fell back into his mound of junk food wrappers, jerking back up and zooming in to get a better look. It indeed was Kirere.

“She… She got older… And… And…” he choked; he couldn’t even finish his sentence.

He also couldn’t find the record button on his screen fast enough.



“Gunso!” Fuyuki grabbed onto Keroro and pulled him back, just in time for Keroro to avoid getting squished against the wall by a piece of heavy computer machinery. Keroro gave a frightened yell, and sat up, shaking.

“Wha… What the…?” Keroro grunted and lifted himself up over the rubbish, and was able to see the fight going on without being seen by either Giroro or Kirere. Kezanstav was nowhere to be seen in what looked like a main control room.

“Stop this, now!” Giroro snarled at Kirere, who only remained floating in midair and staring down at him like he was a worthless insect. “Kirere! Stop!”

Another computer lifted itself off of the ground and went flying toward him. Giroro managed to roll out of the way of this one, and rose up, shaken. It was clear from the looks of him that not every one of Kirere’s hits had been a miss.

“…Fine. You want to fight, we do it with these,” Giroro lifted up his gun as he stood, bent over a bit and his breathing labored.

“Fair enough,” she floated down, and raised up her own gun, the very one Giroro had given her. “It was getting a little boring just trying to squish you, anyway.”

“Gi-Giroro Goucho…” Fuyuki said in a weak, astonished voice.

Kirere’s head turned at the sound of the voices, and she shot. Keroro gave another scream and he and Fuyuki only hit the floor just in time. There was a clear molten hole of metal where the two had been standing.

“Keroro! Fuyuki!” Giroro shouted. “What are you doing?! Get out of here!”

“Right!” Keroro nodded, and broke off into a run for his life, Fuyuki not far behind him. Keroro, however, stopped short, allowing Fuyuki to run into the room. Keroro didn’t follow behind. He only shut the door and then leaned against it, shutting his eyes.

“Sorry… Fuyuki-dono…” Keroro said in a weak voice, and then looked back over his shoulder to Kirere and Giroro’s fighting, drowning out Fuyuki’s pounding of the door as best as possible.