AN: It's been quite a while, but i thought i'd upload chapter to show I had something done a while ago. I'll try and upload more, i'm not sure if I will finish the 2nd draft anytime soon though.

-Chapter 2: New Remembrance-

Skipper looked around at his surroundings. He took glances at the bit of detail into the shipment of boxes and crates everywhere, labels defining their roles as imports or exports. He found a corner with shadows shrouding over it and quickly took refuge there, hoping that the animal-soldiers walking up and down aisles of crates won't notice him just yet. He had a moment to take a breather, and examine the geography of the docking bay from his slightly limited view. The layout of the crates and boxes seemed a bit clustered together and stacked crudely.

"So, this is Thinking Molasses." He muttered to himself, and placed a flipper to his micro ear-radio implanted next to his ear-hole as it vibrated over his tiny bit of bone and tendons of it. He tapped the device's shell to receive the radio transmission that was incoming.

-Incoming Transmission-

?: "Hello, Skipper."

Skipper: "Hello? Who's this?"

?: "Commander Argon is what you can call me. I've been placed to co-command this operation with you, Skipper, with perhaps even a slight bit more authority than you."

Skipper: "Huh, is that so. Well, anyway, I've successfully infiltrated Thinking Molasses from its docking-bay."

Commander: "Good, so move on the next objective."

Skipper: "Finding the SAL Advisor and Chief, right?"

Commander: "That's correct. According to our geographical analyst, the SAL Advisor should be on floor B3 in the arctic sector, which is where you're nearby."

Skipper: "I see, I'll be on it with the help of our small radars at least. I wonder though, how much more information has been gained about them since we got here. I know it only took a couple of hours after me and my men slept to find out that the SAL Chief and Advisor was an objective."

Commander: "So far, not any. Connections with TRR (The Right Reich) and AUSO have been cut off since you've been departed. More specifically, since the submarine distraction to catch their security off guard for a couple of minutes to allow you three in safely."

Skipper: "I see. Well, it worked so far then. Just so I'm clear here, Commander Argon, I'm not one to always entirely agree with another animal, nor to take unnecessary orders from them."

Commander: "Well, I wouldn't expect a penguin like you to do so. Just know this: Death may wait around the corner, and he may come when one thinks of only their ideals exclusively to him or herself."

Skipper: "I'll take my chances."

Commander: "Heh, I do trust TRR has chosen and AUSO has approved of you for a reason. Anyway, you better be getting back to your objectives, I have a feeling time may not be with you this day."

Skipper: "Maybe you're right about that. Over and out."

-End Transmission-

Skipper had thoughts streaming through his head for a moment. What leader would he be to allow such an animal to tell him what to do? It may not validated by his mind, but his gut knew that something might not be right.

Perhaps I'm being paranoid about him. Skipper thought to himself with a sigh. Another thought then fell through his head: his other team-mates. He wanted to be sure that they had infiltrated Thinking Molasses without any trouble. If the worst were to come, he would feel guilty for allowing TRR to go against their code of "no penguin swims alone" and him agreeing to ignore it. He slid the tiny rotating wheel on it to find the right code for Private, then made a call to him.

-Exporting Transmission-

Skipper: "Private, come in."

Private: "Oh, Skippa! I'm glad you're doing fine."

Skipper: "Thanks, I'm glad you are too. What's your status, solider?"

Private: "Oh, I'm fine. I just infiltrated through the underground ventilation systems and now I'm in some kind of industrial-like place. Perhaps it's that central district we've been told about. Anyway, I'm still in the ventilation shafts, and I think there might be some armory room not too far from my location."

Skipper: "Armory huh? You should feel free to take only what you can hold, but don't take things that are beyond your military knowledge, understand?"

Private: "Understood, Skipper. Also, would you like me to send you my location on the cute, mini GPS tablets we got?"

Skipper: "Cute…? Well yeah, sure, send me the coordinates."

-Incoming Participant-

Kowalski: "Private, don't!"

Private: "Huh, what? Why?"

Skipper: "Yeah, why not? Explain yourself soldier!"

Kowalski: "The animal soldiers there are also equipped with mini-tablet devices as you two have, including Rico. The only thing is that in the network encoding, they're all connected to a 'receive-all' option enabled at the moment, meaning that any wireless data sent anywhere, they will receive it whole and can pin-point where it was sent."

Skipper: "Huh…then why are we able to use our radio-transmissions freely then?"

Kowalski: "This type of voice data is sent through radio-frequencies rather than the lower-frequency cyber-data. Also, our radio transmissions are set with a digital FPK-2K9 code to protect it from being received by any hybrid radio-digital device. Thankfully, our set of radios auto-recognize the password so that long, extraneous passwords aren't needed to enter every time."

Skipper: "I see. Looks like I'll have to get there without a digital path, then."

Kowalski: "Right. Also, Private, only take what you can use to your knowledge. I overheard Skipper say that before."

Skipper: "Wait, so you can eavesdrop on our conversations anytime you want?"

Kowalski: "Within and outside of a transmission. Your ear-radios have been enabled to allow recording of all the voice data within the mission, apparently."

Skipper: "Huh, what a way to respect our privacy."

Kowalski: "Well, it does ensure your safety as well."

Skipper: "True."

Kowalski: "Anyway, I better leave you both to starting on the operation. I'll be here whenever you need any technical information on mostly anything at all. Over and out."

Private: "Bye, Kowalski."

-Participant Expelled-

Skipper: "Well Private, did the Commander tell you of the SAL Advisor and all that?"

Private: "Oh, yes. He said that he was located somewhere around the B2 Floor of the Arctic Sector. He also said he would have given us the 'region of possibility or ROP' on our Droidlets if the EM Barrier, or whatever it's called, was turned off."

Skipper: "It's B3, Private. You need to listen carefully next time."

Private: "Oh…right."

Skipper: "Well anyway, I guess we're on our own without these fancy-schmancy devices to help with location."

Private: "It seems that way, Skipper."

Skipper: "Well, you better keep on trying to turn off the EM Barrier and disabling that 'receive-all' network option Kowalski was trying to explain. Contact him whenever you need help with that. Also, keep an eye out for Rico, I'm worried for his safety now."

Private: "Aye, Skipper! Oh and speaking of Rico, remember the time he stole the old gaming system from the zoo's storage area, and we played a game that seems to be like what we're doing right now?"

Skipper: "Uh…why does that matt-"

Private: "Oh, right! It was-"

Skipper: "Private! That's all classified information! Don't you remember that everyone back at the SOS Cogito can hear all of our conversations?"

Private: "Oh, right. I'm sorry Skipper."

Skipper: "Well…we better get back to our mission objectives. Good luck, solider. Over and out."

-End Transmission-

The end of that transmission gave him a feeling of isolation all around him once again. He was worried more for his boys than he was of himself. A thought of that psychotic bird, Rico, had eased his worries. He knew how he was capable of getting out of a solo situation with a bit of "fun". The soldiers here, he thought, should not be too hard to overcome.

He snuck a peak from the corner of the crate he hid behind and analyzed what he saw from his entire sight. Animals, mainly mammals, able to walk upright and wearing full-body clothing and armor over their furred bodies. It was unlike Skipper's thermal-sneaking suit that he had to wear for this operation, so to pose as one of them wouldn't be an option. Although, he reckoned that getting past these soldiers wouldn't be too difficult. He ran toward another secured location behind, seeing further into the area that there was a wall of stacked crates and boxes that split the room to having 2 aisles, by each metallic wall and the crates. From his position, he saw one guard walking down the left aisle closest to Skipper. He assumed one or two more on the other side as he got out his tranquilizer gun, which fit surprisingly snug in his flipper.

The closest mammal soldier turned around to walk back down the aisle, away from Skipper. He took the chance by entering the same isle, aiming over the soldier's head, and firing a dart, spot-on behind his skull. The guard dropped to the ground with a small thud. Skipper jumped onto his belly, sliding down the aisle and passing the sleeping guard. Only until the end of the wall of crates could Skipper hear the other solider exclaim a surprised gasp. He flipped onto his back and aimed quickly as his body decelerated toward the wall, then fired another dart straight to the soldier's chest. Dizziness overcame the mammal as he dropped down to his knees, unable to message his CO for an intruder in time before sleep overcame him. He dropped flat on the ground.

Only two guards, huh? These animals really need to prioritize their men. Skipper thought to himself as he got up on his feet, turning around to a surprisingly small door. The estimation of 7 feet in height gave the impression that this facility was mainly filled with medium-sized or smaller animals. Perhaps humans as well?

He entered through the door and glanced upwards at the staircase. It was a couple of flights up with some fluorescence light sources coming from above. At least, he thought so. He wasted no time and started climbing up the stairs, also seemingly designed in size to fit mid-to-small animals' feet rather than humans'. With each step he climbed, a growing anxiety in him had sparked up. He took a glance at his tranquilizer gun in one flipper, and then the MK-23 he took out in the other which he'd been specially given for being one of the leaders for the operation. The opening to the trigger and trigger guard was slightly stretched vertically and horizontally compressed than that of a human's MK-23. The grip had still retained a slightly-large design for a penguin's flippers, but feasible enough to grip around due to a more-circular design of it with extra grip patterns all around the circumference. A LAM and barrel of the gun also helped retain its clunky size as well. It was interesting for Skipper to look at and feel it, seeing as how he enjoyed seeing different types of weaponry for humans. Of course, being slightly modified to suit an animal, specifically a penguin, it was even more-so interesting for him.

He shook his head and got himself back to focus upon the operation again. He placed the MK-23 back into the holster of his utility belt around his lower stomach and continued on up the stairs, trudging onwards over thoughts of what there is to come.